#lazy freaking doodle over here

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

Hop... hospital-

[minniesmelody]

𝚄.𝚂.𝚂 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : Y/n and her boyfriend go out to star court to spend some quality time together, running into scoops ahoy for a sweet treat during their time there at the popular mall.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing but fluff, a little newly growing friendship between Robin and the reader towards the end <3 I’m also lazy and didn’t reread this and I’m really busy so if there is any spelling mistakes, pls forgive me.

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person - Y/n

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“Try ringing the bell” Eddie, my boyfriend said.

The both of us stopping into scoops ahoy ice cream parlor after get done shopping for a few things at JC Penny’s, only problem was no one was currently at the counter to take our order.

I gently tapped the bell, as a bell should, it made a few dings.

A few seconds passed before the door behind the counter opened.

And someone I wasn’t expecting stood in front of us.

“Jesus H Christ, Harrington? Is that you?” Eddie said, his arm around me and hand placed on my hip protectively.

“Yeah yeah it’s me, whatever welcome to scoops ahoy what can I get cha?” Steve said in frustration, a sailor like hat with the word ‘Ahoy’ written in blue on it covering his once famous hair.

“Alright um- babe you wanna share a U.S.S butterscotch?” Eddie asked you while looking up at the menu.

“Sure” I said as Steve started to get everything to make it.

“So I see you both are still together” Steve said as he peeled the bananas and put them in the plastic tray.

“Why you sound so shocked Harrington? I mean, you were Mister popular and I was the freak, somehow love turned out better for the freak in the end” Eddie said as Steve then walked over to the ice cream and started to place scoops of different flavors on top of the bananas.

“And love still hasn’t worked out to this day, Steve has lost his game with the ladies” a girl said as she opened the windows from the back room to the other side of the counter.

I recognized her from school, I remember seeing her in band when they would perform during basketball games and pep rally’s.

“Robin, please not right now, don’t you see I’m handling some lovely costumers” Steve said now adding some syrup on top.

She rolled her eyes before looking at me and Eddie.

“Isn’t your name Eddie? And Y/n, right?” She asked, we both nodded “I’m Robin, you might have seen me from-“

“Band, yeah I’ve noticed you, your pretty good with the trumpet, you know…” I said before mimicking I was playing the trumpet, cause a small laugh to come from Robin.

“Alright here is your U.S.S Butterscotch, that will be 8.85” Steve said as he doodled on the cash register and handed us our cold treat.

Eddie being the gentleman he is, pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and grabbing the last 10 dollar bill and handing it to Steve.

Eddie wanting his change back since he wasn’t the richest in Hawkins, far from it to be honest, but money didn’t matter to me, I love him either way, poor or rich.

“And here is you’re change” Steve said, handing it to Eddie.

“Thanks” I said as we started to walk away

“Hey Y/n” Robin said, stopping us in our tracks and turning towards her.

“Yeah?”

She looked around before saying “wanna hang out some time?” She asked, Steve looking over to her and raising a eyebrow.

I gave her a small smile and saying “yeah, I’d like that”

She nodded with a small smile “cool”

Who knew getting ice cream with you’re boyfriend could lead to an amazing growing friendship.

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A/n: fun fact, I was actually eating some ice cream while writing this lol

[x-stoner-chick-4-lyfe-x]

The Freaks and Nerds

Eddie Munson x OC, Nancy Wheeler x OC

Author Note : This is the first chapter I havent wrote in a long time but as of us I fell for that metalhead so i hope you enjoy.

Allysa POV

“Billy” Max screams out in a wretched scream.

As I go to pull El back I look up and see the mind flayer ripping through him.

I grab her arm and something shocks me away from her. I fly getting slammed into one of the kiosks.

I see Max and El run towards me and behind them mind flayer starts thrashing around destroying anything in its path. 

After it falls to the ground we all these men in army clothes come running in. 

“Allysa Wake up!” I hear Max scream before everything goes black.

I wake up out of a cold sweat in my room as the same nightmare plays over in my head.

After the Byers moved to California I decided to stay here in Hawkins. I lived in Hawkins my whole life, It was my home. El wanted to stay with me but Owen made it very clear how do you expect a rebellious teen who can't stay out of trouble to raise a child.

I stumble out of my room to look at the clock to see I only have about thirty minutes to make it to school. I run back to my room tripping over my combat boots as I throw on my baggy black ripped jeans with my black sabbath t-shirt. Now putting on my boots I just tripped over and my side bag. I walk over to my nightstand and grab my pill bottle containing my headache medicine. Ever since I got that concussion I've had crazy headaches, Lucky Owen’s team sends me my prescription every month.

I take one of the pills out as I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I grab my keys off the counter and walk over to dad's old lazy boy recliner and grab my jean jacket conveniently covered in doodles by my best friend Eddie “the Freak” Munson, my only consent in this hell forsaken town.  Eddie and I have been friends for years. Growing up on two different sides of the spectrum. The police chief's daughter and him the son of a felon. My dad always tried to keep me away from him, but there was just something about him. He made the whole world stop around me. I can be myself around him. I don't mind the stares or names.

“Keys? Check. Bag? Check.” I say out loud going over my mental list so I dont forget anything. “Jacket? Check Helmet?”

 I went over to the couch to see that it was in the middle of the coffee table surrounded by DnD figures. Remembering Dustin and Mike came over last night to practice for Eddie’s campaign. Now that they are in high school I don't babysit them anymore. I started their obsession. What else I was supposed to do with four middle school boys.

 When Eddie heard I was helping his members in defeating them from his drummer Tyler Buckly. He came right over to him knowing all the tricks to get past my dad's security system. 

The timer on my watch is going off, reminding me I'm late. I look on the couch

see that Eddie forgot his lunch box here last night. 

“He would lose his head if it wasn't attached I swear” I say sarcastically as I grab it.

I walk over to my 1979 Honda CX500 motorcycle. She wasn't the most reliable thing but she got me where I had to go.

I put Eddie’s lunch box in my side pouch on my bike. Got on my bike and put my helmet on and off to school. 

As I pull out onto the main road I hear a police horn and look in my mirror to see im getting pulled over. Eddie’s fucking lunchbox that isnt for a nutrishious meals might I add.

I slow down and pull to the side of the road and park my bike.I take my helmet off.

“Mrs.Hopper please get off the vehicle” He says over the speaker.

“Powell just come out please I have to get to school” I say in an agitated tone.

Powell hops out of his vehicle and slowly and dramatically walks up to her.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” Powell gives a disappointed look.

“The speed limit and I'm late for school Powell please don't start with me” I say rolling my eyes.

“That is Chief Powell you didn't come to get your dads honorary metal”  he says in a sad look.

“To make your ego bigger I dont need a stupid metal” I say annoyed.

“Get to school Hopper and keep your head on straight okay? He says with a hand on my shoulder.

“Whatever” I say as i nudge him away put my helmet off and hoping i wouldn be late.

Eddie’s POV

“Dude how did you lose that?” Tyler says behind me.

Tyler Buckly is just another one of my new sheep. When I put a flier on the bulletin board for auditions for our new drummer. I wasn't expecting nobody to show up but he did. He was the perfect fit to our clan of freaks. 

“I had it here last night before I went to see Allysa” I said out loud in frustration.

“Bro you really went to her house? You got it bad” he said laughing and leaning against my van.

“Speak of the devil here comes her highness now” he said as I hopped out the back to look as Allysa pulled into the parking lot.

I try not to stare as she pulls off her helmet, her red hair flowing down past her shoulders. 

“Munson!” she says my last name as she storms towards me.

“Yes princess?” I say as she stands in front of me. Her face has an angry expression but yet still smiles at my nickname i gave her.

“You forgot something last night and I got pulled over” she says as she throws my lunch box my way. I knew I had it before I went to her place last night. I brought it inside with me knowing she cant resist a smoke session even if she is training my players to defeat me. 

“Why did you get pulled over? Tyler asked, looking at Allysa. “And why was your lunch box at her place?” he then asked, looking at me.

“Just trying to get a new recruit for Hellfire” I smirk and wink at Allysa.

“Never gonna happen Munson” she said as she rolled her eyes “Besides i will just distract you”. As she said that I swear my heart skipped a beat.

“You guys going to the prep rally this morning” Tyler said as he threw the end of his cigarette on the ground.

“Fuck no” Allysa and I said in unison.

“Stop copying me” I said looking at her, she just stuck her tongue out and put her helmet in my van. “ It's okay if I put this in here and get it before Hellfire starts” she ask looking at me. 

“Of course princess” I say and bow, making her giggle.

“Smoke sesh in the usual spot” Tyler says nodding his head towards the woods.

“Is that a question, Buckly?” I said as I closed and locked my van.

We all make our way towards the spot in the middle of the woods Tyler in front of me. I turn to notice Allysa slowly stops keeping up with us. She looks lost in thought. It's not hard to notice she looks tired. I slow down to let her catch up.

“You okay?” i ask her she jumps “Sorry didn't mean to scare you” 

“You're fine just had a bad nightmare again last night” she says with a half smile.

“About the fire? Still can’t believe you were there but hey at least you had that sweet uniform” I say making her laugh.

“Didn't help that i had pigtail braids making me look like Dorthy from Wizard of Oz” she says between giggles. I lend my arm out for her to wrap hers around my mind and I intertwine them and we start to skip.

“We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz” we sing in unison as we go past Tyler.

“You guys are idiots” He says taking a sip of his flask.

[blarrghe]

11, 19, 35, and 51 for either Violet or Taren (or both! 👀)

Why not both..... at least, I'll try! 11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? Violet, yes, and Zevran can tell more easily than Alistair can. Alistair, yes but he's bad at it and everyone can tell. Zevran, yes, and he is unfortunately good at it. Guess they all learn to do that a little less over time. Taren, yes and no. He'll downplay a lot of his issues when pressed about them, but he's pretty upfront most of the time. He's firm on boundaries and bad at talking about feelings lmao. I feel like Dorian is very bad at hiding his emotions honestly. He tries but it's kind of showy and obvious because lbr it's Dorian.

19. How do they feel about PDA? Violet: into it, doesn't give a shit. Zevran: INTO IT. Alistair: likes to be cuddled. a little nervous but into it. Taren: a big hand holder and I Love You sayer. All but shouts it across rooms. Freaks Dorian right the fuck out but in a good way.

35. Who's more artistic? Of the three probably Zevran. Violet likes chemistry and she's a little mad scientist with potions, and she also likes making dyes. Alistiar probably doodles pictures of dogs. Taren is a tattoo artist and/or some form of visual artist in every iteration of his character though.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you? Oh I remember I answered this with little ficlets for Taren and Dorian before. Too lazy to do that right now but that's here. Violet and Alistair -- Bad Joke Queen and Bad Joke King. Both doing their best to make the other/Zevran laugh. Violet is also a big gift giver.

Alistair I feel like would try things he's bad at, like baking a cake from scratch or making something himself but it turns out kind of messy and it's the thought that counts. Alistair makes friendship bracelets calling it here. Zev cooks and probably gives incredible massages.

[shingia]

dating jean kirstein

— sfw headcanons

— important a/n at the end!

i’m terrified haha :) i’ve never ever written for aot before but jean is on my mind TWENTY FOUR/SEVEN so i thought i should just go for it even if it’s just a one time thing yk?

• okay first of all: this man’s main goal is to impress you. anywhere, anytime.

• he will spend his entire day in the kitchen without talking to anyone (except maybe you) just to cook you a homemade dinner

• but obviously, since he’s always pushing himself further, it means you often need to remind him that he’s already more than enough for you

• and how could he not be when he is constantly thinking about you??

• at the beginning of your relationship, he bought you a gift every single time you guys saw each other. but as you started going out more and more, his bank account couldn’t keep up and he had to slow down a bit

• but, one day, you were over at his house and he forgot to put away some drawings he had made. he was incredibly embarrassed because most of them were drawings of you, but you looked so happy looking at them that he decided these could be even better than his previous gifts

• and now you often find small doodles (sometimes more elaborate drawings) hidden between the pages of your books, or in one of your pockets

• for some obscure reason, he’s super good at giving massages, so you can expect to receive some before and after your naps. it’s the only times he won’t try to turn it into a makeout session (unless you initiate it of course)

• he trusts you 100% so yes, he will let you cut his hair. but also- yes, he will be a total drama queen and immediately freak out if you mess up just a tiny bit

• let’s be real here, jean and you bicker all the time. but it never lasts long because, as he once told you during a post-argument hug:

• “i love you too much to stay mad and it’s not fucking fair”

• but it’s perfectly fair, because it’s perfectly reciprocated

• did i mention that he’s is a living furnace?

• he secretly loves that about himself because it gives him an excuse to sleep in his underwear smh

• “wow uh- babe you’re staring so much it’s getting embarrassing” he’d scoff while looking perfectly comfortable with the situation, laying down on his side to make it even harder not to stare

• “oh- how rude of me, i’m so sorry! ..…well. good night then!” you’d respond, turning your back on him

• but i promise you that less than a minute later, you’d feel his arm drape around you and pull you closer until your back is pressed against his chest

• “you gotta stop acting like you don’t understand my sarcasm” he’d sigh, with a painfully obvious smile in his voice

• mornings with jean are usually pretty lazy. sometimes he’ll go for a run but he always comes back to bed where you both lie awake for at least 30mn, talking about anything and everything, your future, sometimes often sharing gossips, but always cuddling one way or another

• because yes, jean would love to be one of these men who are pretty casual about pda. but he’s not. he needs to be in contact with you as much as he can

• but although he loves to feel your hand in his, or to hold you by the waist when you walk, there's nothing he likes more than kissing you (you told him once that he was a good kisser and he hasn't shut up since)

• if he senses that you’re feeling stressed, he’ll gently kiss your temple to reassure you. if you’re feeling sad, a few kisses all over your face should do the trick. if you’re tensed and need to relax, a lingering kiss on your neck

• your friends are used to your pda now, but they will never stop making fun of him for that (jean, on the other hand, will probably never get used to their teasing. connie has stopped counting how many times he was told to shut up)

• jean is a very ambitious man, so naturally, he has big plans for your future together. and one of his craziest was to decide that the only way you two could move in your dream house was to build it himself

• so, after asking your friends if you could move in with them for a little while, you sold your flat and bought from an old man a house that was practically falling into ruins

• it was a colossal workload, so every day after work, you both headed to the house and did as much as you could until one of you began to fall asleep

• and every weekend for about a year, your friends came over to give a hand (sasha worked extra hard in the kitchen area obviously)

• you moved in after about a year and a half, in the middle of spring. and as if that day wasn't emotional enough for you, jean thought it would be nice to propose to you that exact same day

• you were on your patio, laying on the pallet couch that armin and connie had built together, your head resting on his knees. the sky was turning orange and it was one of these moments where you were grateful for jean's natural warmth

• both of you were laughing at the memory of the fear in armin’s eyes everytime connie was about to hit a nail with the hammer - when jean’s hand gently brushed your cheeks, and he let out an almost inaudible: “let’s get married”

• you agreed so quickly that he didn’t even have time to curse himself for not proposing in a more romantic way, like he had initially planned

• but as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with nothing but love and tears, fingers intertwined with his, and your skin painted with the shadows of your very own house, he thought that this was the kind of simple romance he had always longed for after all

— a/n : QUICK EXPLANATION: a few days/weeks ago i created a second tumblr account (@gi0iawrites) because “why not have an aot blog and a haikyuu account :D”. bUT i changed my mind and decided to post everything here. which means that yes, this post has already been posted elsewhere but it was on my other blog! just wanted to make things clear!

— a/n #2: i could’ve written 12 pages about this istg 😮‍💨 i wanted to add how i think jean would be a terrible driver but i’m saving it for another time :)

[nagipops]

KONOHA ELEVEN IN A ZOOM CLASS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, hinata, kiba, shino, neji, rock lee, and tenten

WARNINGS: mentions of food

NARUTO

definitely has forgotten that he was unmuted multiple times

or his camera was accidentally turned on

you could just see him sprawled on his bed with a bowl of instant ramen on his lap and a blanket wrapped around himself

EARRAPE SLURPS!! rip headphone users.

sometimes he notices that his camera’s turned on and you can see him freak out and scramble to turn it off

but he accidentally unmutes himself too and so you just hear panicked yelling

his device topples to the floor with a loud crash and he screams so loud istg

the next thing you see is naruto’s face hovering over the camera in fear just before his camera turns off and he’s muted again

the teacher is so confused?? naruto should i call an ambulance

but when he’s not eating in class, he’s sleeping in class

too busy sleeping to leave the zoom at the end of class so he’s always the last one left in the meeting besides the teacher

always asks sakura what happened during the zoom and she is FED UP

SAKURA

enters the waiting room 15 minutes before class is actually supposed to begin

spends the next 15 minutes rearranging her work area, making sure she’s prepared for the day

sits properly at her desk with her hair smoothed down and her face positioned perfectly in frame

if no one else has their camera on, she’s the only one with it on

seriously, she ALWAYS HAS IT ON

and she never leaves the screen somehow

diligently takes notes, uses the “raise hand” feature every two minutes to ask a question

sometimes it can get a bit annoying, even for the teacher

but she almost always gets perfect marks

acts like in angel in class, but after class... no promises, naruto!

SHIKAMARU

this man can barely stay awake during missions, so during a zoom? HECK NAH

shikamaru is literally me,, half asleep during lessons but somehow gets amazing grades

everyone’s either pissed at or envious of him (especially naruto)

obviously does not have his camera on

and rarely ever unmutes

uses the chat feature to answer the teacher’s questions but this man is basically asleep so its so incoherent

“shikamaru, what is a hyperbole?”

in chat: “a hyeprbole is a exsaggerayed phras,e”

teacher definitely thinks he’s cheating on tests

INO

either a) daydreaming about boys or b) checking herself out in the zoom camera OR c) secretly fuming at sakura’s know-it-all behavior

the two girls definitely compete to see who can raise their virtual hand first

"ahem, ahem- sensei? could i answer this question?"

her voice gets all sickly sweet and sakura HATES IT

the two of them totally got caught insulting each other in the private chat

100% the type of student to rewrite her notes after classes with various markers and colored pens and pretty fonts and patterns and whatnot

loves doodling flowers in her notebook during boring lessons!

CHOJI

another strong contender for the Loudest Student award!

not on purpose though, he just forgets that space bar = unmute, and plays some jumping game in another tab (like the no internet dino game!)

also,, rip headphone users

c r o n c h munch munch munch

are you kidding this man's chews are loud enough in person, but with a HEADSET?! hoo boy.

has conked out several times during class

just imagine the name Choji Akimichi with a profile picture of a bag of chips light up with the green box around it with a thunk

the teacher and class is so confused

but then you hear mumbles of "barbeque... chips... barbeque..."

and you realize that the man fell asleep onto his keyboard

he sleeps through the rest of class

HINATA

shy bb has never ONCE turned on her camera

the only time she's ever unmuted was to say "here" during attendance on the first day of school

if the teacher ever takes attendance again, she just uses the raise hand feature

what if naruto-kun thinks my voice is ugly? what if i accidentally turn on my camera? what if the teacher thinks i'm not paying attention? what if-

poor baby is too busy worrying about showing herself on zoom to actually pay attention

actually gets good grades though and her classmates wonder if she’s even there

her zoom pfp is definitely just a purple google “H”

KIBA

has the CUTEST zoom pfp hands down

it’s a selfie of him grinning cheerily with baby akamaru

100% has his camera on the whole time to show off his pup

he loves seeing everyone’s faces on screen melt and aww at the lil big doggo

sometimes akamaru just walks in front of the camera and blocks kiba from view and you just see a massive wall of white fur on screen LMAO

even though kiba’s muted, you can see him and akamaru bickering about who knows what

or even play fighting,, these two get into full on BRAWLS during class

just imagine akamaru shoves kiba into his desk and his camera crashes to the ground overturned so you see the ceiling and the occasional dog tail wagging in the corner

seriously, can the teacher ever catch a break with this class?

the answer is no.

SHINO

his zoom pfp is just a tick.

a singular tick

totally answers questions in chat with proper capitalization and punctuation

shikamaru’s improper answers tick him off

“A hyperbole is an expression that is greatly exaggerated. They are used in order to create emphasis.”

has never unmuted in his life either

he’s so unfazed by everything that goes down in class that it’s funny

if anything the slightest bit RELATED to bugs comes up during class, in 0.00238 seconds this man has an entire essay about them posted in chat, almost like he had it copied and READY to paste

everyone's definitely shocked that there’s actually a human listening behind a tick profile picture

NEJI

a very diligent note taker

seriously, this man writes like a printer; perfectly even handwriting that looks like a font, a million words per minute

everyone asks him for his notes after the zoom because they’re so neat (especially naruto, to neji’s dismay)

he gets excellent grades since he’s so organized and focused

just wishes the zoom would be over so he can work alone in peace

really hates unmuting so he often gives one-word answers in the chat

“Yes” “47” “Present” “Goodbye”

has used a zoom reaction ONCE in his life and he has never wanted to crawl into a hole and perish more

it was a complete accident,, mans was just trying to open the chat to type in his answer, but in a cruel twist of fate he clicked on the 😂 reaction

and he just sat there for ten excruciating seconds in complete and utter shock and shame for ten excruciating seconds as he prayed for it to disappear

tenten would never let him live that down

ROCK LEE

Zoom Reaction Enthusiast

😂😮👍🎉❤️ 24/7

naruto accidentally unmutes himself? 😮

choji falls asleep on his keyboard? 😂

neji answers something correctly? 👍

tenten received the highest score in class? 🎉

akamaru appears on screen? ❤️

unmutes whenever he needs to, but he thinks the little emoticons are so silly and cute

otherwise, he is EXTRA FOCUSED and EXTREMELY DETERMINED to learn all of the things

he’s the first to unmute whenever the teacher asks if the class can see the screen share, hear them correctly, etc.

never takes his eyes off the screen!! he could be missing out on important information

I FEEL LIKE,, i feel like he would totally keep his camera off when he’s muted but whenever he unmutes he would also turn his camera on

so when he says a quick “yes!” his camera turns on but before his camera can adjust properly to the light he mutes and turns his camera back off so his face is just super dark for a split second LMAOOO

tell me im wrong

TENTEN

exasperated by this entire class

thinks her and neji are the only sane ones in the class and it’s true

wants to tell sakura and ino to stop competing and just focus on learning, since they’re the only other girls in the class besides hinata

plus she’s just fed up with all the lazy boys

takes great pride in passing every assignment, test, or exam with flying colors

teachers pet, but the quieter type who stays after every zoom and sends lots of emails regarding assignments and grades and whatnot (unlike sakura and ino who rub it in the teacher’s face)

doesn’t like helping other people besides neji, girl’s got a soft spot for him since they have a mutual respect for each other

but if you’re a handsome prince, maybe she’ll help you out!

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[pawfulsofmischief]

i want to see more of your drawings and doodles. they're so cute!

D'awww <33 I'm glad you're liking them!! Idk how getting on Tumblr got me back into paper sketching but apparently it's done a lot for me lmao. I might go over all my sketches digitally sometime but I gotta stop being lazy and get on my desktop for that

Anyway! Here's a couple more, as requested (tho I've basically exhausted my recent doodles of hp stuff now until i do more)

Concept sketch of the boys in Freak Like Me. Did the base sketch a while ago and just decided to go over it with normal pencil when you sent the ask xD it's wobbly cause I wasn't using a table like a doof

And an attempt at a stained glass sort of thing of Hedwig. It was so much better before I went putting in colours and shit but 🤷

[avionvadion]

I wanted to draw something cute and also wanted to draw curly-haired Kurt SO HERE WE GO YO HAVE A DOODLE. Colors aren’t the same as the ones I normally use as I started coloring at half opacity before getting lazy.

Shylo and Ada are the two troublemakers out of the trio, with Ada often trying to be the voice of reason only to get dragged along, and while Kurt generally encourages their shenanigans because ADVENTURE he doesn’t really approve of the more dangerous stuff and often has to get them out of trouble because Shylo is a freaking wild card and Giselle is a hyper little gremlin who takes too much after her father. 

The four all agree that they should avoid making Athena and Rogue angry, as the two will probably ban together and take over the world, and the only thing Shylo (whose father is Wolverine, so she’s pretty bold to the point of ridiculousness) fears is a disappointed Kurt. Like, he doesn’t get “angry” at them. He pulls the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” card when the shenanigans go too far and someone gets seriously hurt. 

It’s the WORST feeling. You do not want Kurt disappointed in you. 

It’s something that gets the kiddos to behave RIGHT quick and they immediately stop what shenanigans they were doing. 

[th0tfairy]

Ok, how about Dabi and y/n knowing each other and being neutral. The he finds their diary and it’s full of cheesy fantasies with him.

Aww cute!!!

💙😇💙

When Hawks comes over your locker, it’s usually with Mirko, but today it’s Dabi. When you offer a smile in greeting all you get in return is a curt nod. Hawks gets his hug, and plays with your hair and Dabi just snickers beside him. He’s laughing at how badly Hawks is striking out with you.

It isn’t that Hawks even likes you, he likes everyone. So you never take his flirting too seriously. Still, you like to humor him when he asks if you’ve changed your hair because it looks great, because the praise is nice, but your attention always lingers off to Dabi.

He’s got his lazy blue eyes fixed on your hair. You’ve written too many pages about that exact shade of Todoroki blue.

Now he’s fumbling with the piercings on his nose. You remember wanting to ask him to tell you the stories of his first piercing and how much shit his dad probably flipped, but you honestly aren’t close enough to ask something so personal.

The bell rings, so you grab your chem textbook and close your locker. Hawks offers to walk you, but you don’t want to make him late so you decline. You’re kind of in a rush to copy your lab partners homework before class starts anyway.

💘📘💘

Dabi blinks down at the flimsy pink notebook that falls from the girl Hawks was trying to chat up. He has half the mind to call out and tell her she dropped it, but he kinda forgot her name.

Hawks watches her walk away before sighing and marching off to class. “Later.”

“Bye.” He says, bending down to retrieve the book. It’s got a holographic blue cover with post it notes coming out of each page. It kinda reminds him of Fuyumi’s old diaries, but he doubts it could be anything that corny. Y/n didn’t seem like the type to do some sappy shit like that.

Then he opens up to the first page and sees his name, his first name written on it in curly cursive.

Touya Todoroki & Mrs. Touya Todoroki

Honestly, he feels like a bit of a creep for snooping, but this is kiiiinda his business so he skims along. He vaguely registers the second bell ringing before he walks himself to the stairs. He usually skips in the gym but he doesn’t feel like listening to sneakers squeaking so he goes to the library.

He finds his mouth quirking up at a few diary entrees, namely what y/n thinks they should name their children. Obi for a boy, and Madoka for a girl. He likes those names, it’s just weird to think she wants to start a family with him. He’s honestly never even thought of her like that.

He skips along to an entire page dedicated to his eyes and how she wishes she could swim in them for days and not get tired. It’s really embarrassing but he’s still grinning and eating it up. It’s kinda flattering honestly.

Today, Dabi beat Hawks up for saying Fuyumi was cute. Honestly, I think they’d be a cute couple!! Hawks and Fuyumi and me and Dabi as a double date!!

All of this is written in blue ink. And while the idea of going on a double date with your sister and HAWKS disgusts him, he’s suddenly warming up to the idea of seeing you after school. He just wants to know if this is genuine or if you’re fucking with him. He can’t believe anyone actually finds him good looking. Not enough to dedicate an entire fucking diary to him.

He flips back and forth from the pages and little doodles and notes she’d left. This is so... adorable. He kinda wants to leave a little note in here for her, all the way on the last page.

The lunch bell rings so he scribbles his number with a pencil he found on the floor and finds Mirko and Shiggy at their table. Mirko stole Shiggy’s lunch money and pats her thigh. “If you’re so hungry, you could eat me.”

Fuyumi walks over with Hawks and hands her brother his lunch. Dabi takes the soda and gives the rest to Shiggy. He doesn’t like the lunch his sister packs for him.

You walk in a minute later, chewing your lip. She looks nervous about something. Dabi sips his drink and stares her down.

“Touya,” Fuyumi sighs, “eat your fruit at least.”

Mirko grabs the bunch of grapes in his lunchbox and throws one at his eye. “You heard her, Touya.”

“It’s Dabi,” he mutters, still staring at you. You look away and clear your throat. In the middle of chem, you noticed your diary was missing and started freaking out.

You can’t imagine what would happen if someone read it. Mirko would never let you hear the end of it, Fuyumi would stop talking to you for wanting to date her brother, and Dabi would never want anything to do with you. You’d die of humiliation and probably still be embarrassed after your soul passed on.

Hawks looks over at you, “wanna skip and get wings?”

You don’t have much of an appetite. But you agree because you don’t want to be around Dabi. To your dismay, he gets off his seat and accompanies you. “I want wings,” he says.

Fuyumi shakes her head and goes back to her conversation with shigaraki.

“Hey, y/n,” Dabi says and you think this is the first time he’s said your name ever.

“Yeah?”

He smiles with all his teeth and hands you your blue diary. “I think you dropped something, Mrs. Touya Todoroki.”

🔹💘🔹

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Scribbles (bugsygames x gn!reader)

word count: 1.1k warning: swearing, soulmate au, bugsy is the love interest as she should be

masterlist

a/n: bugsy x reader. thank the discord for this one, bugsy simps. happy april 1st even though bugsy being a real person shouldn’t be a joke. she should be real. she deserves to be real. 

y/n is the gn reader and bugsy is only referred to as bugsy (confusing bc she's y/n in bts but it's fine it's fine)

soulmate au where what you write on your skin appears on your soulmates skin. i made my own rules so i hope they make sense but they aren’t super important so it’s probably fine if you don’t understand lol

bugsy handwriting in italic, y/n handwriting in bold 

___

"Y/n?"

Your eyes were glued to your hand, wide and unbelieving as your friends spoke in your ears.

"Y/nnn?" George sang lightly. "Quackity, I think they might have left."

"They're still in the call," Quackity noted.

Did you draw that smiley face on your hand? Definitely not, it looked too neat compared to your lazy scrawl.

"Yeah, but maybe they left their desk or something. Anyway, chat, we'll get them to answer that when they come back but I'm 98% sure they said they've never talked to their soulmate. And yeah, Quackity and I haven't yet either."

"One time, I was so sure that I had something written on my arm but it turned out I fell asleep on my homework and it rubbed off on my arm," Quackity said with a laugh. "Probably a good thing or else their first words to me would have been about the flaws and successes of the American judicial system."

George laughed loudly and you wanted to speak, but you still couldn't look away from the small scribbles by your thumb. You let a small laugh out and the boys noted your return to the real world.

"Oh, they're back. Did you hear what happened, Y/n?" George asked.

"Uh, kinda. I was here, I just zoned out."

"A dono asked if any of us have talked to our soulmate before."

"Um..."

"Wait, have you?" Quackity asked.

"No... but I just found something I definitely never drew on myself," you said with a nervous laugh. You had always dreamed of the day you'd meet your soulmate and now that it was here, you didn't know what to do. "I guess the stomachache I felt earlier was the soul connection, not the flu."

"WHAT?" George yelled. "No way! What does it say?"

"I'm not talking about my soulmate marks on stream, George. It literally just happened."

"Okay, fair. We can move on. Do you have any magma blocks I can have?"

"Um, yeah, hold on," you said, clearly distracted as you kept staring at your thumb. "I'm trying to find a pen first."

"I can't believe Y/n would rather talk to their soulmate than us," Quackity teased dramatically. "That's so rude."

"Quackity, shut up!" You laughed but grabbed a pen and ripped off the cap, hesitating before copying their doodle smiley face in your own sloppy script, along with a small message, hello there.

New ink appeared almost immediately, sending butterflies to your stomach. "Okay, I'm gonna go," you decided after reading their greeting. "You understand."

"No, I don't!" Quackity joked. "We're your friends! They're a stranger!"

"You'll understand one day when you get to talk to your freaking SOULMATE."

"Wait, magma blocks!" George reminded and you quickly told him where they were in your base. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Bye, sorry for leaving."

"It's all good, go get that dick or get that pussy or whatever," Quackity joked.

"QUACKITY!"

He laughed loudly in response and George joined him.

"Bye, guys. Bye, chat!" You disconnected soon after and ripped off your headphones as you grabbed the pen and sat on your bed.

You found the hi :) they had last written and wrote underneath it sloppily, I'm y/n, what's your name?

do you mind if i hold off on telling you that? i'd rather get to know you first :)

of course! sorry I'm very excited!

it's okay! they wrote back quickly. i'm just kinda shy :P

well you sound really sweet, you wrote on the outside of your forearm.

hehe thanks

pronoun checkk? i'm she/her

they/them, you wrote before adding, this is so cool, I can't believe we already have the connection, my parents didn't get connected until their 30s

i know!! she wrote underneath. i didn't expect to get a soulmate for another few years at least!

i've always been so confused about when your soul connects with someone else?

there are two parts, a) you have to have similar interests and b) you have to be two relationships away from each other. so you know someone who knows someone who knows me

and you and I have similar interests

im bad at explaining :/

so one of us finally made the connection by making a new friend i guess? or getting a new hobby?

You found her message about not explaining well and wrote a small reassuring note next to it, you explained perfectly, before writing your new message under the most recent.

i haven't met anyone recently, have you?

You waited for a response and smiled when you saw the word leg written next to your last sentence. You glanced at your legs to see her response above your knee. You guys were definitely running out of space quickly.

I've met a few people... if it's who i think it is, do you happen to like... minecraft?

oh gosh yes?? who do you know??

I’ve always wanted to ask someone this

y/n, are you friends with georgenotfound?

YES?

NO WAY. I WAS HALF JOKING

WAIT REALLY YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH HIM TOO?

I met Sap recently so since he's friends with him and you're friends with him, that’s why we got connected!!!

You laughed as you looked down at your arms and legs, which were getting crowded with pen scribbles. You and your soulmate had only talked for about ten minutes and were already a mess. Maybe you two should have planned out the space better.

wait... do you know who bugsy is?

YES! I love her so much, I haven't met her yet but I want to so bad

Your soulmate hadn't responded so you kept writing.

I keep trying to get people to introduce me but none of my friends have met her yet

Y/n... you just did

what

nice to meet you, y/n, im bugsy :)

I'M SO EMBARASSED NOW OH GOSH

don't be!!! I've seen a few streams with you in them and you sound so sweet

do you wanna talk on discord or something? I'm running out of space

You wrote your Discord number next to her last message and ran back to your computer, waiting for her friend request. What are the odds that your soulmate would happen to be the streamer you adored from day one? You needed to find out how to keep your cool so you didn't scare her away.

You let out a small scream as an incoming call came from her. "Oh no," you said to yourself before breathing deeply and hitting accept.

"Hi, Y/n!" she chirped happily and you swore you almost evaporated.

"H-hey," you stammered out, slapping your forehead after. "Sorry, I just... I've been dreaming about having a soulmate for so long, and now that it's you I just..."

"I'm nervous too," she admitted. "Your voice is so cute."

"Holy shit," you muttered and she giggled in response. You played with your hands in your lap and noticed ink spreading across the back of your right hand. She was drawing little hearts all over it, making your own heart beat faster. "It's been twenty minutes and I'm pretty sure you're already going to kill me."

[booksarelife-stuff]

Dancin’ is a Dangerous Thing

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter (jily)

The moments in which James Potter and Lily Evans danced with each other. Pure fluff. 

Word Count: 2,556

Read on AO3

The first time Lily Evans danced with James Potter, it was a complete accident. 

It was fifth year, Gryffindors had not only won the Quidditch Cup, but the House Cup as well. The music is loud and blaring some wizarding band that Lily thinks is trying way too hard to be Queen. 

She’s tipsy, but not drunk. Her fingertips are tingling and she knows her face is flushed. She just finished her second firewhiskey of the night before Mary pulled her to the part of the common room where most of the other Gryffindors were dancing. 

She’s passed from partner to partner. She remembers Sirius at one point, watching him trying to teach Peter how to swing his hips. She laughed hysterically before Marlene pulled her back in.

She was sweaty when she spun right into James’s chest, almost knocking him over. He grabbed on to her to save himself from falling, his hands on her back, Lily’s face in his chest. 

“Oof,” Lily said. 

“A bit drunk there, Evans?” James asked as Lily pulled away.  She was so close he could hear him over the music. 

“Nope,” she said, stumbling. He snorted just as a new song started. This time it was Killer Queen. 

“I love this song!” she yelled. Lily would deny that she was the one to grab James’s hand and pull him in to dance, but all she could remember was the warmth of his hand in hers and how she laughed when he twirled her. 

The second time started with a question. 

“Do wizards even have their own dances?” Mary asked, scrunching her nose. All the sixth year Gryffindor’s had snagged a table in the common room and were quietly doing their work until Sirius asked a question about Muggle traditions for his Muggle studies class. 

“Nah,” James said from beside Peter. His feet were kicked up on the table as he leaned back in his chair. Alice had been doodling on his shoes, which Lily was sure James knew, but didn’t tell her to stop. 

“I mean, we have the same,” Sirius said with a shrug, “Just use them in different places.”

“These pureblood boys had to take dancing lessons,” Marlene said, smugly.  Sirius scoffed. 

“Yeah, so we could dance with whatever cousin Mummy and Daddy picked out for us,” he said. 

Lily blanched at that. 

“Mum made me do it to get out my energy,” James said. “Never worked. I would just waltz around until I broke something.”

The table laughed. 

“Lily, don’t you know how to waltz?” Mary asked. Lily sighed and nodded. 

“We learned in primary school for some reason,” Lily said. “Like anyone one of us in Cokesworth was going to need that knowledge.”

“Show me,” James said, his bright hazel eyes meeting hers. Lily raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What?” she asked, feeling the heat of a challenge from him. He smirked at her, a hand reaching up to his hair to mess it up. 

“You said no one from Cokesworth was going to need that knowledge,” he said. “So I’m asking you to show me.”

She knew what James was doing. It was plain as day. It was either a challenge or an excuse to dance with her, but frankly, she really didn’t care which it was, based on the way the butterflies erupted in her stomach. 

“I need a partner,” she said, sticking her hand out towards him. 

“You’re on,” he said, closing his book and dropping his feet to the ground. 

The warmth of his hand made her whole body tingle and she hoped her face wasn’t bright red as she felt his other hand appear on the small of her back, the starting position. Lily wondered when he got so tall, as she would have to crane her neck up to look at him. She decided to stare at the knot of his tie that was peeking out from his gray jumper. 

Marlene started humming, and they started off clumsily, but it was fine. 

“So, um, bad time to tell you Evans,” James started, glancing down at their first. “I’m bloody rubbish at dancing.”

He stepped on her foot and punched him in the arm. 

~~~

The third time they danced, Lily realized she was in bloody love with the bloke. 

Seventh year had brought a lot of surprises to Lily, including James as the head boy. It seemed since he walked into the prefect compartment on the very first day on the train, he was all she could think about. 

But they were just friends, she reminded herself every time he would playfully knock her shoulder during patrols, or stay up past midnight talking. 

When Petunia’s wedding invitation arrived at breakfast, Lily didn’t want to go, but an accompanying letter from her mother confirmed that Lily had no choice in the matter, but she could bring a date. 

When she asked James to go, her palms were sweating and her heart was jumping in her throat, but he had said yes, like it wasn’t a big deal. 

Petunia's wedding was on New Year’s eve, going into the new year. Lily had been in a bad mood as a result of her family bossing her around to get the wedding all ready. 

But when James arrived, everything seemed to change for Lily. He was dressed in nice muggle clothes and Lily could tell that he had tried to manage his hair. She hugged him tightly. 

He charmed her whole family in minutes, besides Petunia. Whether because he was a freak like Lily or because he had brown skin, Petunia glared at him constantly, her mouth pinched in a sour expression. 

Lily wanted to apologise for even bringing him into the situation but he wouldn’t hear of it. She instead, grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his, and didn’t let go of it once. 

During the ceremony, Lily could only focus on James’s hand in hers. He had always been fidgety, normally bouncing his leg, up and down, but he instead used Lily’s hand. Either drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb or just playing with her fingers. Lily didn’t mind it one bit and she realized that she let him do it forever. 

At the reception, Petunia and Vernon cut the cake before quickly going to their first dance. James leaned over from his spot next to her. 

“I thought Muggles smashed the cake into each other’s faces,” he whispered. Lily nodded. 

“Yeah, sometimes, but I highly doubt Petunia would go for that. Especially with how much her dress cost,” Lily replied. James pouted a little. 

“I came to see cake smashing,” he said. “I was going to write a whole paper on it for Muggle Studies.”

Lily laughed, causing a few people to give her some nastly looks because Petunia and Vernon were still doing their dance. 

“I’ll gladly smash some cake in your face,” she said. James squeezed her hand. 

“Save it for the wedding, Lils,” he whispered. 

If Lily’s heart could have leaped out of her chest, it would have in that moment. 

When James pulled out to the dance floor, she knew that she was in trouble, especially when a slow dance came on. She couldn’t help herself as she got closer to him, their bodies touching. 

“I don’t want to step on your feet,” he said, his hazel eyes sparkling as he looked down at her. 

“I don’t care, James,” she replied. “I wore closed toe shoes for a reason.”

He chuckled, Lily feeling his chest move. 

“Sorry I’m a horrid dancer,” he replied. “I practiced with Mum yesterday and I about broke her toes.”

“You practiced with your Mum?” Lily asked, feeling like the whole world stopped. 

“Yeah,” he replied. “I didn’t want to make you look like a bloody fool out here.”

She loved him, every doubt leaving her body. She stopped their lazy swaying and pulled away to look up at him, smiling like a fool. James, who had no idea what Lily was thinking, smiled a little confused. 

“Evans?” he asked. “Everything alright?”

“I bloody love you,” she replied. His eyes widened for a second, but they quickly closed as Lily pulled him into the best kiss of both of their lives. 

~~~

James’s hands were sweating profusely the next time they danced. 

Their small little cottage in the village of Godric’s Hollow was slowly becoming more like home to them, despite the random boxes that still linger two weeks after they moved in together. 

It had been a learning experience for both of them, despite the fact that they practically stayed with each other every night since they graduated Hogwarts some six months ago. 

Lily was a bit messy, rivaling James’s need for clear space. Lily walked through the house on light feet, but James seemed to make as much noise as possible, despite his efforts to be quieter. But all in all, they were happy and adjusting to each other. 

James did a once over of their house again, making sure things were in place. He used his mirror to talk to Sirius and Remus, basically nervously rambling until Remus looked James in the eye and told him he needed to calm down. 

But when the fireplace turned bright green, James quickly stuffed the mirror under the couch cushions and waited for Lily to emerge. 

He smiled widely at her when she stepped through. Her robes were covered in stains and she had a smear of something on her face. She immediately sat her bag down and started taking off her robes. 

“You would not believe what happened today!” she said, barely looking at James, who was smiling like a fool. 

“Was it that Cormic fellow?” James asked. Lily gave him a look, expressing her exasperation. 

“I have no idea how he even got this internship!” she said, her robes finding the ground. “He tried to put mercury in a pepper up potion. Literal poison James!”

Lily stepped forward, hugging James tightly. He squeezed her. 

“And when I put a gram of extra valerian root to increase the time of a pain relief potion, I have to write a whole report to justify it so I don’t get fired. I’m sick of it!”

“It’s absolutely not fair love,” James replied as Lily buried her face into his chest. He ran a hand through her hair. “Why don’t you go unwind in a bath, and I’ll take care of dinner, yeah?”

Lily nodded against his chest. Once she was up the stairs, it was go time. 

James quickly went to the kitchen, and lifted the spells that were keeping the smell contained. He knew if Lily smelled his Mum’s special curry when she first got home, she would be suspicious. The treacle tarts, Lily’s favorite, were kept warm in the oven. 

James quietly transformed their living room, dimming the lighting and starting their fireplace instead. He turned their coffee table into a dining room table, and shrunk the couch, placing it on the mantle for it to return to its normal size later. 

Lily was never long for baths, as she hated getting pruney, but he was adjusting the candles on the table when Lily descended down the stairs. 

“James?” she asked, causing him to jump. Lily was standing on the bottom step, nothing but her dressing gown on, which was tied tightly around her waist. 

James felt a lump in his throat as he took her in. She was so gorgeous and even though James had explored every part of her body, he still felt giddy. 

“I thought a romantic evening would be nice,” he said, gesturing around. Lily smiled. 

James went to the stairs and offered her his arm. 

“What is on the menu tonight?” Lily asked, leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment. 

“Euphemia’s special curry and rice, along with a treacle tart dessert,” James said. 

Lily beamed at him as he pulled out her chair. 

It wasn’t until the plates were empty and her dad’s old record player was playing an Elton John record. 

Just as Your Song by Elton John started, James finally mustered up the courage to start speaking. 

“It’s weird how we’ve been together for less than a year,” James said. Lily hummed in question. 

“Why?” she asked, snuggling up to his chest as they swayed back and forth. 

“It feels like we’ve been together forever,” he said. Lily thought quietly for a second. 

“Yeah, I feel that way too,” she said. “It’s weird. How we went from barely standing each other to missing you every second we’re apart.”

“Still can’t believe we thought we could live apart,” he said. Lily laughed again. 

“Won’t happen ever again, that I’m sure of,” she said. James' heart fluttered happily and the weight of the ring in his pocket seemed a thousand times lighter. 

“Living together forever, then?” he asked softly. 

“I plan on it,” she said, confidently. 

James released her. She looked up with questions in her eyes, but they quickly got the answers as James got on one knee. 

“I plan on forever too,” he said, looking at Lily who’s eyes were filled with tears. “We’re not even 19 yet, but Merlin Lily, I can’t wait. I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together. I just know that you are the only person for me.”

He pulled the ring out of his pocket. It was a family one, but one that his mother had brought from her own family in India. Euphemia had insisted that this was the right for Lily. It was a simple opal ring, with an intricate band.

“Will you marry me?” he asked. 

Lily nodded, words failing her. She practically tackled him to the ground with kisses. 

~~~

Lily’s eyes opened up. She couldn’t identify the source of what woke her up, but as she turned over on her other side, there was no James besides her. It took a second before she heard the creak in the floorboard, coming from Harry’s room. 

She got up, knowing that Harry normally slept through the night with no problem at his age of a year and a half. The last time he woke up in the middle of the night, he was sick. Lily slipped on her slippers and walked down the hallway. 

Standing in front of the window was James’s silhouette, swaying back and forth. She could see Harry on his hip.

“You just wanted someone to cuddle, did you Harry?” she heard James whisper. Lily smiled widely.

James started humming as he rocked Harry back and forth. He pressed kisses to the top of Harry’s head.

Lily stepped forward, the wood creaking beneath her. James turned around. 

“Did we wake you?” James whispered to her as she crossed the room to him. 

“Probably,” she whispered, a smile on her lips. “But it’s fine.”

She wrapped her arms around the side of James that wasn’t holding Harry. She rested her head against his chest, coming face to face with wide green eyes. She joined in on their swaying. 

“Hi Harry,” she whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t wrapped around James to pat Harry’s back. His eyes started to flutter close. 

“He really just wanted to snuggle, huh?” she asked. 

She felt James chuckled. 

“And dance with us,” he said.

[alastorsmile]

Here's the digital version!! Teehee, I really love the colours ^-^

He looks so gooood!! Lil' cutie... 🥺🤗🥰

Aaaannyways, enjoy the digital coloured version.

Seems a bit lazy to just trace over the original sketch I did, but.... Eh.. I don't feel bothered about it, I just had to get some colours on him, anyways. Plus, I'm always improving with each doodle I make and colour over!

Imma plop the bio on this one, too, if anyone skips over the sketch ver.

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Name: Volc Species/Race: Twili Age: ??? Gender: Male Sex: Male Sexuality: Pan Hair: Ginger/Auburn Home: Twilight Realm -- "Light Realm" Later On Eyes: A sort of amber/orange colour. Description: Volc, a young Twili, lived peacefully in the Twilight Realm for quite some time, until the throne was usurped and taken over by someone (Zant). Volc somehow managed to slip away unnoticed and hid for quite a while in the "Light Realm", surviving off of the fish he'd catch and the vegetation that he'd forage for. Occasionally, he'd attempt to make himself known to the other races and tribes that resided in the "Light Realm", mostly to ask for assistance. Some would gladly help, others turned him away or freaked out and ran. At other times, when he couldn't get the resources he wanted, he'd resort to stealing them. He'd hide in the shadows and lie in wait for when someone would foolishly turn their back, before swiftly snatching up his 'prize' and hurrying away to take it someplace else. Sometimes, he'd make a slight mistake, such as timing his actions wrong and getting caught. He'd usually take the object of his desire, anyways, and swiftly make-off with it as fast as he could. Most of these situations would take place in the Zora's Domain, where Reekfish is practically sacred and appears to be difficult to catch if the right equipment isn't "on-hand". Volc, himself, is quite surprised that he hasn't really been caught and locked away someplace, yet, although....Volc can be very good at hiding and running away. On most of the days where he is not foraging for food and resources, nor hiding away from anyone who may be searching for him to catch him, he mostly spends his time practicing his spells, exploring new places, resting and relaxing, watching the "Light-Dwellers" go about their days, or merely wandering the land and attempting to make a friend, despite his shyness. Other Info: > Volc's diet mostly consists of fish and veg. His favourites appear to be types of salmon and tuna, as well as things such as the "Reekfish" that can be found in the "Zora's Domain". > Volc will become very kind, caring and friendly to people once he warms up to them. > Volc is very afraid of being harmed by light, so he tries to hide away in shadows whenever he can. > Volc knows plenty of spells and is somewhat well-versed in using magic, yet still needs a little more practice. > Volc speaks Twili, but can also speak Hylian/English if he needs to. He will mostly write notes and other things in Twili, however.

[hiccstrxd]

Kisses from the moon

Hello! I wanted to write shameless fluff with lots of kisses and this is exactly what it is. I’d like to believe that for a first timer in the kissing department, I did it okay lmao

It's rated t btw. You can find it in ao3 as well. Enjoy!

Summary: She didn’t know how it happened, the only thing she recalls is that they had meant to depart with one chaste kiss on the lips and somehow it had quickly escalated to unknown territory, though for sure not quite an unpleasant one.

It hasn’t been that long since the battle of the Storm Spire and relationships among the neighboring kingdoms couldn’t be any more restrained — the shifting alliances have been slightly worrisome but the newly pledge between the Dragon Queen and the young King of Katolis compensate all the arising uncertainties, if just a little.

Rayla doesn’t know that much about politics but she supposes that last bit gave enough solace to the kingdom. A bright occurrence amidst the cataclysmic disputes and deadly wars.

And since this was now her home away from home, she was very well informed — rather unwillingly — in its state of affairs.

Both Callum and Ezran (and Bait too, apparently) had firmly made her know that if she was one hundred percent sure and at ease with the idea overall, she was more than welcome to stay in Katolis, no matter if it was merely a temporary arrangement. It took quite a lot of arguments and counterarguments from both parties and even further persuasion from the two brothers (and frog) for her to concede to the proposition with an underlying hesitation.

She was fairly certain that her residency in the kingdom — and in the castle no less — will not be as gladly received. She’ll have to withstand many scornful looks and insensitive judgments left and right, her presence won’t do any good there. Plus, she would feel so out of place and a little bit too conscience-stricken for her liking. But then again she didn’t have anywhere else to go, nowhere to call home.

It was all very confusing and frustrating, rightfully so.

Later that night, with the moonlight casting shadows over the two lovers that were basking in the company of one another and with no impending death hanging in the air, a five-fingered hand was tenderly holding her four-fingered one, a warm smile on each of their faces. Lazy strokes were traced on her wrist, going up to her palm and finally detouring to each of her fingers, making careless doodles with the tip of his forefinger. She let out a sigh of contempt.

A murmured ‘I love you’ was softly said to the wind followed by an imaginary heart being drawn on her palm.

She looked over at him. His eyes had softened a great deal and he now sported the gentlest of grins, he redrew the heart for emphasis. Rayla intertwined their fingers together and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.

She’ll never get tired of hearing it.

“I love you, too.”

And maybe that was the little push that she needed to make up her mind.

That’s how she got here. In Katolis, she meant. Definitely not with her back pressed slightly against the wall and a pair of gentle hands that held onto her with urgency, if just a little shyly.

She didn’t know how it happened, the only thing she recalls is that they had meant to depart with one chaste kiss on the lips and somehow it had quickly escalated to unknown territory, though for sure not quite an unpleasant one.

They were both expected somewhere else, the kiss was just a farewell gesture, something to get them through the day until they could be close with each other again — which was most likely to be late at night or early morning for how tight their schedule was today.

Rayla needs to break it off. They need to get going. She doesn’t.

She felt his hands that were once placed safely on her waist, slowly trail down to rest on her hips with a lose grip. Hers started their journey upwards, tracing his neck with feather-light touches to finally cup each side of his jaw. Their lips moved against one another at a deliberately slow pace, their noses brushing every so often with each gentle pull.

They have kissed before, of course, but nothing like this.

A loving peck on the lips, a quick kiss on the forehead, even a small brush of lips against each knuckle. They had definitely had some kisses that had lasted more than they should have but even those seemed to be cut short. No, this is new.

The gap between them came to be nonexistent, their breaths mingling together in their shared space. She felt warmth blossom in her chest as he pulled her even closer, his thumb slowly drawing small circles on her hip and when she felt him smile against her lips she couldn’t help but let a small smile out too.

Kissing him has always felt quite exhilarating, a rush of feeling that made her heart soar and her mind numb. A tingling sensation that extended from the tip of her fingers up to her very lips, a warmth that consumed her and spread like a wildfire within. Rayla has never kissed anyone before — she hadn’t felt the need to, having little interest in that sort of matter before— but she had seen Runaan and Ethari display little shows of affections every so often, and as a kid, her inherent curiosity had led her to wonder how loving someone felt like.

Ethari had said that it was like holding your whole heart in between your hands, so delicate and precious that the rest of the world blurs and fades away having no point of comparison with its beauty. Runaan, ever the pragmatic, said that it was a matter of sentiment — you feel everything more intensely.

She reckons that both are quite true, to some extent. Though, she might add her own contribution to the mix: it felt like a typhoon of emotions all at once; you feel weak yet strong, confused yet never more certain in your life, vulnerable yet empowered. It’s warm-hearted, a tender gesture. But then again, it’s something that she cannot fully put into words because the concept is so abstract and the action is so blissful that no notion will ever do justice to what she feels.

Soft kisses soon became frenzied presses of lips and their hands seemed to have a mind of their own, moving on their own accord and trying to frantically touch every patch of skin, clinging to the fabric of clothes in an attempt to be closer. His breath faintly tickled the skin beneath her nose, their heartbeats rhythmically pounding against their chests, and the almost inaudible sighs of delight, whenever their lips brushed against each other, was all she could hear in the secluded corner of the castle. Her senses were overflowed with his presence.

She couldn’t help the soft gasp she let out when he gently bit her bottom lip and pulled it in between his own. It was definitely something they haven’t done before and the action's intimacy promptly took her off guard.

And then he was frantically pulling away, eyes wide with horror and with eyebrows that seemed to reach his hairline, his lips the tiniest bit swollen from their whole encounter. His hands were still on her hips but if he was desperately trying to bring her forward before, he was now doing his best to hold her at arm’s length.

He was quite a sight and she would find it in herself to poke fun at his ridiculous countenance if she didn’t think he was on the verge of a mental collapse.

“I-I’m so sorry, that was not— and I just— I got carried away... Not that that excuses it! I — oh Gods,” Callum stumbled over his words, hand clasped over his eyes, and shifting uneasily on both feet. Rayla had trouble deciphering the inarticulate unfinished sentences that were being stuttered past his mouth but his body language could clue her in.

She raised a single eyebrow whilst fighting an amusing smile from breaking out.

With tentative fingers, she reached forward to lace their fingers together with the hand that was covering his face, his momentary flinch didn’t go unnoticed as she did so.

“Hey,” she softly said with a small smile on her face because leave it to him to straight-up freak out during one of the most intoxicating kisses they have shared so far in their relatively new courtship. She gently rubbed her thumb on the side of his hand as a silent way to reassure him that it was all good. He visibly relaxed a tiny bit, though still showing a little apprehension for his actions done in the spur of the moment. “I liked it.” She shrugged, not quite meeting his eyes and she wanted to smack herself for the uncharacteristic demeanor.

She felt a coy smirk tug at the corners of her mouth, “I really liked it.” Rayla relished the way his face went from rueful to downright embarrassed, a deep flush spreading all over his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. She couldn’t stop the heartening laugh this time.

“O-oh?” She heard him mumble. He rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that was not holding hers, and she playfully rolled her eyes at her dorky human prince’s antics.

“In fact, I wouldn’t mind tryin’ it out again.” She said while mindlessly arranging the scarf on his neck that has become rumpled by her own doing. She looked at him solemnly, this being a little unfamiliar to both of them and the uncertainty of how to approach was slowly killing her. With a clear of his throat and his forest green eyes thoroughly searching hers to silently confirm what she had put into words, he shifted forward.

“Well, in that case,” He brought one hand to pull her closer while he raised the other one to caress her cheek lovingly. His eyes stared earnestly at her as if he could find all the wonders in the world by solely looking at her. It was wistful thinking, but she’d rather not dwell into that right now. Not when the only thing that matters was the blitheness from her heart and the prince that was the cause of it all.

He drew her toward him as the space between them once again diminished and with half-closed eyes, slightly pursed lips, and with the erratic thumps of the heart filling the air, they slowly leaned in again.

He nudged his nose against hers and placed a small kiss in the corner of her lips. Callum smiled, he went to do the same on the other side but she’d have none of it. She looped her forearms loosely at the back of his neck and lunged forward — she took delight in the muffled hum of surprise.

Their lips glided lazily but surely against each other, and this time — with the self-consciousness fading away and the overwhelming feelings of adoration rising in its place — the kiss quickly took a passionate turn. Fervent lips searched hers and she returned the gesture in equal measure.

When they came to this corner almost hidden from any prying eyes to share a light kiss, one which swiftly became so much more, Rayla had been concerned they would get caught. They never seemed to get any privacy in the heavily guarded walls of the castle and sneaking around resulted in their last resort, something that both thrilled her and troubled her; there was always a crown guard just around the corner, a handmaid that not so subtly eyed them from afar, or worse, the High Cleric that without fail appeared around inopportune instances.

The number of times she had wished the earth to open up and swallow her whole were unimaginable.

But now, as she now pulled his bottom lip in between her own, that thought was dismayed and stored in the back of her mind because kissing Callum made all of those seem as insignificant worries as every kiss felt like the very first one — she was sure there wasn’t a greater feeling than being in his arms. She could stay here forever.

That was until a nervous cough could be heard behind them, a few paces away from the darkened corner. They jumped apart.

“Prince Callum,” Corvus gave a slight bow, eyes not quite looking directly at the couple, “your presence is required in the throne room.” He cleared his throat, posture uptight as always but shifting from one leg to another rather uneasily.

Oh, sweet primals.

Rayla could already feel the burning sensation on her face and ears and quickly disentangled herself from his embrace in an attempt to put some proper distance between them. He was not expecting her briskly move and promptly stumbled over his own two feet, arms flailing to catch his balance before he fell somewhat unceremoniously on the ground below.

“Corvus, hi! Yeah, I was just on my way. I was just telling Rayla about the... uh,” He trailed off, unsure of what to say that would be credible enough to somehow cover up their real deed. Rayla was sure she was just about to die from embarrassment.

Corvus placed both his arms behind himself and with a deadpan expression affirmed, “I assure you, your highness, I do not need an explanation. It is all good. Nevertheless, let’s not keep the High Council and the King waiting, shall we?” Rayla could have guaranteed the corners of his mouth lifted in the slightest — almost imperceptible — in what she could only assume was amusement. “And Rayla, Soren is waiting in the courtyard for your daily training session.”

With that last bit, she nodded in acknowledgment and went straight to where she was initially supposed to be nearly fifteen minutes ago. And she almost gave Soren the triumph of his life since the only thing on her mind was how much she had enjoyed their little rendezvous and the excitement of its reprise was as annoying as it was enthralling.

[silveanna]

Nct 2020 + You as Class E

Y/N:

-Had bad records in your previous school and now you’re here

-plays around with ChenJi

-gives helpful advices to everyone

-likes to break the rules

-doesn’t get involve to gang fights cuz Taeyong did not allow you to

-you’re their precious little flower

-the boys have a lot of respect for you

-started a food fight once and got suspended

-“im like earth, already in a state of global warming”

Taeyong:

-the president

-always late

-is quiet and always frowning

-looks like he might suddenly punch someone

-but when you get to know him he’s actually

a nice person

-“I repeat, once you got in Class E, you’ll graduate as a student of Class E”

Kun:

-Class A banned you guys inside the cafeteria

-most of you are too lazy to cook your own food

-so Kun had to use his skills and cooks lunch everyday for his dear classmates

-the most decent

-always present

-the one who just watches when there’s a fight

-“I’m not giving you guys lunch for free, now pay up”

Taeil:

-looks innocent but not really

-always asleep

-would even sometimes sleeps on the floor and use his bag as a pillow

-easily catches up on the lessons/discussions

-“what’s our next class? homeroom? ok bye”

Johnny:

-the chill kid

-but when he gets angry u better run for your life bro

-the tallest so he sits at the very back of the room

-vibes with everyone

-damage to school properties is the main reason why he’s in the fam

-⚠️Don’t laugh AT him⚠️

-“not my problem”

Yuta:

-the arrogant one

-probably imagines beating the shit out of someone in his mind sometimes

-superior at sports

-paints his nails

-“I’m tired of seeing the same faces everyday”

Doyoung:

-The Vice President

-also a decent one

-is tired of taking care problematic dudes everyday

-doesn’t look like it but he’s a nerd

-is seatmates with Taeyong

-Cold af

-“shut up I’m trying to study here”

Ten:

-one of the moodmakers

-mocks his teachers

-always rest his foot on top of his table

-brings his pet cats to school

-puts big ass rocks inside his classmates bags

-“I just downloaded tiktok, follow me guys:)”

Jaehyun:

-the escort (duh)

-doesn’t give a fuck

-always a pageant candidate

-records the fights for ✨memories✨

-varsity player

-“can I go home now?”

Winwin:

-a very nice person

-became friends with you on the first day

-eats a lot

-shares his food with you

-“I only gave Y/N food! Why are you guys eating too?!!”

Jungwoo:

-a literal softie

-gets along with everyone

-the first one to be thrown in Class E

-others call him Zeus

-hides his classmates bag

-“I believe in hate at first sight”

Lucas:

-Chick boy

-also eats a lot

-but doesn’t like sharing his food

-no one wants to be smacked with that big ass hand

-steals pens

-“if you’re more handsome than me then she’ll probably choose you. Better luck next time bro”

Mark:

-got low grades and now he’s stuck with a bunch of intimidating guys who teases him everyday

-but he loves them

-is starting to adapt

-brings his guitar to school

-“wanna listen to some music?”

Xiaojun:

-plays games with yangyang at free time

-SMART

-goes with the flow

-jams with mark

-helps you with your math class

-“just tell me if you need help”

Hendery:

-looks normal but isn’t

-also a mood maker

-almost sets the school on 🔥

-lives at the same neighborhood with you, so he walks home with you sometimes

-“life is so hard I just want to be a fly”

Renjun:

-small but terrible

-likes astronomy

-would not hesitate to choke someone

-likes to tease others but when he’s the one being teased he gets angry

-doodles whenever he’s bored

-debates about the existence of aliens

-“i don’t want to live on this earth”

Jeno:

-also a varsity player

-the one who suddenly throws crumpled papers

-bad fingered his teacher

-plays with Ten’s Cats

-“If you want to rock, you gotta break the rules man“

Haechan:

-cHaOtic

-most likely to start a fight lol

-was caught stealing and now he’s in the family

-helps everyone cheat on their exams

-the only one who cleans the room

-“don’t worry I got you”

Jaemin:

-doesn’t like being called “nana”

-the super quiet one

-stays at the very corner of the room

-sleeps on the floor with taeil

-number one complainer

-“close the curtains, it’s too bright here”

Yangyang:

-the prankster

-drag racer

-makes fun of his hyungs 24/7 with haechan

-would step in a fight even though he doesn’t stand a chance at all

-just to protect his friends

-“Haechan! What’s the answer to number five test B?”

Shotaro:

-a cutie

-but a freaking gremlin like everyone else

-learns new tiktok dances with ten

-this boy may look innocent but in reality he beat up 5 grown ass men alone

-“^_^”

Sungchan:

-Class A’s president has a huge crush on him

-so he’s the only one allowed inside the cafeteria

-pretty chill

-looks up to Taeyong

-Hacker

-“I’m going to the cafeteria, does anyone want some snacks?”

Chenle:

-RICH KID

-🐬🐬🐬

-loud asf

-sings randomly

-“I kissed Class A’s president that’s why I’m here”

Jisung:

-sticks around with you all the time

-cuz he sees you as his older sibling

-adored by everyone

-got transferred in the wrong class but he likes it here

-“I baked cookies want one?”

Bonus:

It was a Normal day at NCTY High, you and sungchan were headed back to the classroom after being sent to detention. You bumped into a group of guys from Class D, half of them were smirking, the others glared at you and sungchan. It was strange to see them in a abandoned building since Class E is the only class who uses the building.

You and sungchan exchanged looks and shrugged.

Everyone was chaotic as always, you sat in your usual spot and chit chatted with the guys until Chenle started screaming and there’s fire crackers blasting everywhere making everyone left their seat and gathered at the very corner of the room.

Kun immediately opened the windows to let out the smoke, Doyoung and Taeil tries to calm everyone down but FAILS.

“WAAAHHH!!! We’re being attacked by terrorist!” Chenle screamed and hugged you, Jisung did the same.

“JOHNNY YOU’RE BIG ENOUGH! SHIELD US!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“WHERE’S XIAOJUN?!”

“I DON’T KNOW! MAYBE HE’S DEAD!”

“I CAN’T FIND MY CATS!”

You counted them all and noticed there was one missing aside from Xiaojun, PRESIDENT!

You looked around and saw Taeyong in his spot, idiot was still peacefully sleeping. “How could he even— Argh!” You reached for a book near you and threw it at Taeyong’s head. “WAKE UP YOU DOOFUS!”

Eventually he woked up and yawns, Taeyong cursed under his breath after he realized the situation. He came to you and also tried to calm the others down, Haechan hugged him from the back tightly “Pres! We’re all gonna DIEEE”

“Shut up! Doyoung! Get your ass over here!”

“Get a fire extinguisher! Quick!” He commanded.

“I can’t! The fire crackers are blocking our only exit, and I can’t jump off the window we’re on 4th floor” Doyoung explained, Taeyong couldn’t think and do anything but to face palm himself.

A cold breeze blows your skirt up midway, everyone stopped panicking and there was a figure at the door. It was Xiaojun, he was holding a fire extinguisher. Face almost covered with bruises Did Someone beat him up?. “Class D.. It was Class D!”

Knew it.

[letitrainathousandflames]

I don't mean to be invasive - but I just wanted to say I *LOVE* your comic! So so so much because this is how I feel too; and its really relieving to see that I am not alone in this feeling. I was actually wondering if you'd gotten your diagnosis test results back and how you feel about them now? And how difficult was the process of getting a diagnosis if you don't mind me asking? If I am being too forward please dont be afraid to tell me! <3 Well wishes to you!

[warning: this will get long, i’m so sorry...]

Hello! I haven’t yet... I just finished taking the tests yesterday, so it might take a little while for the psychiatrist to “grade” them because there are a LOT of tests.

If I am ADHD, I suspect I am at the innatentive part of the spectrum - which made me a daydreaming, homework-forgetting child but not a loud or disruptive one at school. Being a woman also makes it more difficult to get diagnosed.

But the signs, GOSH the signs. They were everywhere. I was too shy and didn’t talk to anyone - unless to my family and close friends, whom I left exhausted because I talked too much. I kept forgetting my homework. I didn’t write down anything in class bc I was either doodling, daydreaming or sleeping - ADHDers have a different circadian rhythm, so at 7am my brain was still lethargic.

The green coat in the comic? I rescued it from my school’s lost and found box about three times every month bc I kept forgetting it in the classroom. In college, it was my flash drive filled with the entire semester’s assignment. I get lost very easily. I have a cold cup of tea next to me right now - I forgot to drink it while it was hot, about two hours ago.

I could continue listing my many many many symptoms here, but I guess you get the gist of it. Needless to say, I hated school. They wanted me to understand math when all I wanted was to learn topics of my own interests. So I had terrible grades and a confusing paradox: bad grades meant i was dumb. But I was learning basic japanese and two fictional languages and their structures as a hobby. I liked studying how to conjugate verbs in lord of the rings’ elvish for fun. My classmates were struggling with basic english while I was already at intermediate level just because I really wanted to understand the plot of my favorite video games, which were all in english.

I was twelve, juggling four languages in my brain for fun just because words fascinated me, and in spite of that, the adults at my school and the grades on my report said i was dumb. I could already make out song lyrics in english by ear, I had memorized the hiragana alphabet in japanese and I could even hold a small conversation in elvish with a fellow nerd.

But I was dumb to the world, and obviously to myself as well because you internalize that shit when they say it over and over. I perceived my entire worth as my grades, and since they were quite low... yeah.

I’m 30. I only started thinking about the possibility of me not being lazy and having terrible time management skills and just not caring about anything at all around 2-3 years ago, tops. I spent nearly my entire life thinking that I’m just... defective, because everyone else around me seemed to be doing fine.

Still, I consider myself lucky because I live in the age of the internet. I stumbled upon a few posts about dealing with constant disorganization, executive dysfunction, rejection sensitive dysphoria, etc. and it just blew my mind - “other people are dealing with that? other people are suffering with that? and it has a name?? and this condition can be treated/understood/improved???”

About what led me to finally getting my diagnosis - I have this super cool psychiatrist that was helping me with my anxiety (which, haha, might be a symptom of my untreated adhd), and when I told her about my suspicions she said “hey, I wouldn’t suggest this if you were a kid, or a younger person but since you’re a full grown adult, I can prescribe you some ritalin and you take like, half of the smallest dose, just to try and see if it helps you focus.” And it did. So I was like “oh. oh, I need to look deeper into this.”

Now I’m waiting for the results and... trying not to freak out, haha.

If you can, try to find a good therapist - not only therapy might be highly positive to you as it is to me, but your therapist can also point you to the right direction. They’ll be glad to refer you to a professional that can have you tested for any disorder you might have, and will also help you find ways to cope with your shortcomings (for example, to help me stop procrastinating, my therapist made a deal with me to show her at least one new page of my current project on every session ^^”)

Sorry for this being so messy, half-personal confession, half-advice. I hope I didn’t ramble too much. Good luck, dear! I hope you find your happiness soon! <3

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Sirius on anaesthesia from a muggle surgery (needed for something his parents did or his incessant smoking) with lots of care fluff 🥰

((A/N: Mentions of child abuse, serious injuries, and recovery, and mild homophobia))

It was hard to find Sirius appropriately cute being all doped up because of the circumstances. James would like to make one thing quite clear: Sirius was adorable. At all times and in all ways. 

But the situation was... well, utter shite. It proved how much it was utter shite that when James accidentally used that exact phrasing in front of his parents, they agreed instead of telling him to watch his language. Sirius hadn't said (yet) what set it off, but his parents had gone completely mad. Beat him so bad he ended up in hospital, and the Potter parents had been granted temporary custody. Sirius was old enough that he'd probably become an adult before they finalized his custody with anyone. 

The cute part of this-- if there was one-- was how Sirius acted when he was all loopy from pain medication. James tried to enjoy the way Sirius would go full puppy eyes, and then he'd see the stitches on his head and have a hard time feeling good about anything. 

"Jaaaames," Sirius whinged, pawing half-heartedly at James's arm. His depth perception was buggered up with one eye covered, so he ended up a few centimetres short. And slightly to the left, but it was hard to say if that was an injury thing or a meds thing. 

"Yeah, Si?" 

"'m bored."

No screens, no moving... yeah he was real sodding bored and James couldn't blame him for it. The music Sirius normally listened to was punk, which Mum and Dad had declared too grating for his current state. That Sirius didn't fight them on it was proof enough that they were right about it. Sirius could sort of play games right now, but sometimes sitting up for too long was taxing, and again, depth perception was an issue. They'd tried to play Monopoly the other day, but he hadn't been able to put the money in the bank without fucking up and he got upset. All of this was to say that Sirius was bored, and while James was sympathetic, he didn't really know what he could do about it. "Alright. What- er, what do you want to do?" 

"What I really want to do is go got a malt from Fortescue's. Or have a smoke. But I'm guessing you're not going to let me do that." 

"Fuck no. I didn't like you smoking before, I'm sure as hell not going to help you do it now." 

Sirius gave a forlorn sigh. "Yeah, I thought not. What've you been doing?" He was pretty coherent right now, which was rare. His words were still a little slurred, but the doctors had said that would last for a while with everything going on. (They hadn't phrased it quite like that, but it's what James had taken from it.) 

"Staying with you? Your memory might be shite right now, but what did you really think I'd be doing?" 

"Hm. You're getting boring in your old age, Prongs." 

"I've gotten halfway through that series Remus was going on about," he offered. 

"That makes me more old, not less." 

James blinked at him. "Alright. Whatever." 

Sirius waved his arm at him, managing to hit his leg. "'m bored." 

"I can read to you?" James offered with a slight grimace. It's not like Sirius hated books or summat, but it was the only thing available to them right now and he'd always been more on the active side. 

"Can I pick the book?" 

"Sure." 

"Do we have any Seuss books here?" 

"Y'know, when you said you wanted to pick the book, I thought you were going to force me to read the history of punk or summat." 

"I want to hear you bugger up your words as much as I've been doing. Get one of those tongue-twister ones." 

"You haven't been that bad," James protested. 

Sirius tilted his head just to look him in the eye and give him a flat look. "Memory's shit, but I can hear what I sound like." 

"Your sentences are perfectly coherent." 

"Yeah, now. Didn't used to be." 

James didn't really know what to say to that, so he went off to find some Seuss books-- he knew that Dad had some around here somewhere-- with a careful pat on Sirius's shoulder as he left. 

*

"What'd your parents get in such a snit about anyways?" Peter asked. 

Sirius was healed enough that Mum and Dad had let Peter and Remus come over. "Told them I was queer," he said casually. "Well, technically I told them I was dating James, but like, same outcome for grandchildren. I guess they found it horribly offensive." 

James tried to remember how to breathe. He'd known that the Black parents were bigoted pieces of rubbish, but he hadn't realised just how bad they were. That they'd do this to Sirius at all was bad enough, but over something so trivial as who he liked to sleep with? 

"You're dating?" Remus asked. If he hadn't known about them, he was the only one. 

"Yeah mate," Peter said, doing everyone a favour by answering. "For like three years, where've you been?" 

"I-" Remus blinked. "Well I dunno. I knew they fancied each other, but I didn't know they'd actually done something about it." 

"How are you the dumbest bloke I've ever met," Peter asked flatly. 

"Practice?" 

James snorted, rubbing at his face. "Yeah, well maybe stop practicing. I think you've perfected it by now, Moony." 

"I second that," Sirius added. "Time to call it quits and make fun of us for being all sappy." 

"You're not the sappy sort," Remus said dismissively. 

Sirius and James shared a look. They kept things mildly toned down around their friends, but they were definitely the sappy sort. And even then, James was pretty sure they were more sappy in front of Remus and Peter than either of them really cared to see. "We'll see what you say at Hogwarts in a couple weeks when we're all stuck in the dormitory together again," Sirius said. 

"You gonna be better by then?" Peter asked, surprised. 

Sirius opened his mouth to give a customary answer that of course he'd be fine, nothing could keep him down, but then he stopped. He wasn't going to be going back to school with the rest of them. He was doing the work at home for the first month, and then they were letting him go back to Hogwarts if nothing else went wrong. The cut on his leg from surgery had started to get infected, and it had set back his recovery time. Originally though, he should've been able to go back for their final year of Hogwarts. "I meant you two having to watch James stare at his phone all moody and pining for me," he said with half a smile that none of them believed was real for a second. 

*

"I hate that you're leaving," Sirius muttered. 

"I hate it too," James said glumly, squeezing him carefully. He wanted to be comforting, but he also refused to hurt him just because he wasn't paying enough attention. He'd already asked his parents if he could stay here and join the term late like Sirius was doing, and the answer had been a firm no. 

"Don't get your phone taken away." 

"Wouldn't be the first time it's happened." 

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have anyway of talking to you. Or showing you my progress with liquid eyeliner." 

"Is that really what you're going to be doing while I'm gone?" 

"Gotta do something with my time. Homework doesn't take but, what, two hours?" 

James hummed in agreement. He knew it wasn't like that for everyone, but school was boring as all hell. And he wouldn't even have Sirius to help distract him this time-- not for a while, at least. "So what am I supposed to do while you're busy doing your makeup?" 

"Hone your doodling skills?" 

"There's only so many times I can draw Slughorn running a furniture store before I get bored." 

"Then draw a comic, you lazy bastard." 

"What if Grubbyplank takes it away?" 

"Ask for it back. After class, of course." 

"Of course," James repeated, rolling his eyes. 

"That sass is not going to help you." 

"Aw c'mon. By this point, all the teachers know what to expect from me. Whether or not you're there," he added, because it seemed like the kind of loophole Sirius would try to use. "But fine. Comics about us and our epic love." 

"We're already living that. You should make one where I'm a dog." 

"Are we still in love when you're a dog? Or are you my pet? Or am I a dog too?" 

"How should I bloody know? I just think being a dog would be pretty relaxing." 

"Unless you're one of those dogs that has to pull a sled." 

"Then make me a house dog that lays around in the sun and goes for walks twice a day. That sounds nice." 

"Going for walks?" James asked. 

"Laying in the sun." 

"You realise you can do that now, right?" 

"Every time I lay on the floor, you think I'm hurt and freak out." 

"You did fall once," James pointed out, because it was important that Sirius remember there was a reason to him panicking. 

"I tripped. I didn't fall." 

"Does it matter?" 

"Meh. Not really." Sirius sighed, grabbing James's arm and repositioning it so he could hug it. "I just hate that I'm not gonna see you for so long." 

"Maybe you can visit on a weekend." 

"Yeah," he said neutrally. "Not sure Mum will let me. She's more paranoid than you are." 

"I'm not paranoid." 

Sirius scoffed. 

"I just want you to be healthy, is that so wrong?" 

"Saying yes would make me sound suicidal, so no, I guess it's not so bad." 

"Just- I dunno. Send me lots of snaps." 

"Course. Can't keep this beautiful face all to myself. Hell, by the time I'm back at school, it'll probably be safe for you to kiss me again." 

"Here's hoping," James said, pressing his lips lightly to the top of Sirius's head.