#theif class

[dappersfm]

the idea of a theif of blood is terrifying, llike "hiiiiiiii bestiiiiiiiie, iiiiiiii wiiiiiiiill steal your fuckiiiiiiiing blood"

[aleeyenn]

GOIKYS AND DRAGONSSSSSSSSSS

[detectivehole]

fujiko may be a bitch but she's a world class thief with 4 boyfriends so clearly it pays to be a bit of a brat in her circles

[2001zootycoon]

Yes art theft is real but art studies are a real thing that artists do. Artists since forever have looked at the art of the greats and copied it over and over .. that’s how they learned.

It’s the “references don’t make you a real artist” all over again

[fortima]

i think its evil that thieves have no promoted class in fire emblem engage. i guess i couldve second sealed yunaka when she hits 20 but i think that would leave her at a disadvantage so i ended up benching her 😢 goodbye-a papaya

[pjackk]

You voting biden?

it doesnt even matter since the estabishment has proven that election season is the season for vote theifs to go to a vacation at a roller rink free pizza buffet party where the slices are bags of are votes and the skates are deep state getaway trucks they can just roll on in and take all the slices they want we need a new "Party" and its not going to be a bull shit birthday pizza party either lets get it straight plus lots of mean kids love to push U down even though your still learning and trying to just hug the walls but there just so mean and keep making me fall striaght the fuck onto my face and im humiliated in front of the entire fcking class

[toontowncreepypasta]

YES YES YES IM SO EXCITED WTF. THAT LOOKS SO GOOD

HAHAHAHA THANK YOU.... ILL BE MAKING MORE SOON

[sea-of-dust]

Phantom theif boys x GN! Reader

Dating headcannons!

N: Adding comfort headcannons to knock two asks in one stone, they got changed to just comforting headcannons mostly. Ur not escaping pastel*pallette with this.

He's ready to fully wake up as soon as he hears your voice downstairs or just your footsteps. Morgana is not a fan of suddenly feeling his leg pulled out of bed.

Super ready to tease you. The guys smiling hard before he responds with something stupid. "I dare you" trying to hold off his chucking, he places his hand ontop of yours and spins you, stopping when you face him. "Are you a cheeseburger?" "no"

Let's you brush his hair, in fact you should. Curls are hard, ya know. His wrist can use a break, plus you're the one brushing it he sees it as a win. Ignoring the times you decided to give him pigtails

He can be super romantic at times, especially the most random, "I'm sorry I took so long, your beauty distracted me" he smirked twiddling a bit of his hair, you sigh, after a pause beginning to chuckle "I don't like you" "you love me" kissing your cheek he goes behind the counter "anything you wanna eat?"

He's always gonna be there to comfort you. Holding you close as you cry into his chest over something that had been bothering you, hearing you out while he cooks or staying by your side while you rant. "And then she was like," Oh well you need to go to extra help TO HELL WITH THAT!" You rub your temple "sorry she's just been getting on my nerves" "have you tried dropping or switching classes?" "She would request the request everytime" you'd wonder why she suddenly accepted the following day. Maybe she finally thought you were just bad at chemistry

Will tell you he's a phantom theif trying to rizz you up. "So like we use these things called personas to fight these shadows" "woah, that's cool, Ryuji." You didn't believe him, but you let him cook, he's trying his best

Embodiment of the YIPPE sound. He loves seeing you. Could be walking to class, and he'd stop midway. "Yo!" "Hey Ryuji" great now he's gonna repeat that 3 more times a day, won't even start a conversation, sometimes, just likes hearing you say hi to him

He's super cuddly when sleepy. "Where are you going" "I told you I'm going home" "nooo" he wraps his arms around your waist "you aren't allowed to leave" trying to slip out he tightens his grip. You had to call your parents to tell them you had no choice but to stay longer

He'd get so excited when anything sport related comes along. "I wanna watch the track team compete this weekend. You should come" "do you need me to bring snacks?" "You bring them every time, though! I'll bring them this time" He'd get super hyped up about someone from the school taking the lead he almost fell off the bleachers at times.

He would buy you snacks, and you two would talk about it on a bench. "He's so annoyingggg" "I know, right!" "Like he can't shut up everything's quiet and this mf 'I HAVE A BUISNESS' shut up" "like at the end of the day he's still an incel" "EXACTLY" you two would end up ranting with eatchother so much you end up calming eatchother down, this would also translate into you just being too sad to even make funny comments. "He's just so draining, kinda makes me wish someone just told him to be quiet" "for real I almost cried at his voice" "it's too squeaky right" "totally" laying your head on his lap you look up at him just thinking. "You're staring into my soul here." he strokes your hair with a nervous expression "good" In the end, he still comforts you the same way

"Oh, it's you" turned to "it's you.." REAL quick, as soon as you started dating, he got shy

He's gonna ask you to help him with art. "Y/n do you mind posing?" "With what?" "These live lobsters I found" ".... no thank you" "but!" "I'm gonna buy you those little wooden dolls just for that" "you're better than any piece of wood!" It turns more into a praise sesson he forgets about the lobsters he's basically keeping as pets at this point

You tried to teach him how to cook, or atlesst follow the recipe. "OK so we have the custard" you grab his hand, holding it up. "Don't use that we need it for later." "My Appologies" "it's alright it's your first time making this" He's fine the first time but gets way better with practice. He'd make you jealous with how nice he'd make his food look

Tried pick up lines they were good, but the execution could use work. "Y/n! Do you have a map? " "For what?" He pauses, looking down as if thinking for the next line "because i can't help but get lost in your eyes" you smirk, watching him get more bashful than you from his own line. "Are you a painting?" You cup his face making him look at you "because I can't take my eyes off you"

He isn't very good in this field...but he has spirit! You'd sigh while watching him paint after a few eye rolls, vacant stares,leaning on him. He's gonna sense it even if you don't do all that. "Is there something on your mind?" You look down to his paints before answering "a friend of mine moved away, and I found out recently she used to steal stuff from others" crossing your arms you continue "I kinda get why some of my stuff went missing now but just to think" "that does seem rather unfortunate" "she's lucky the stuff she took was all under 10 bucks or I would have asked the phantom theives to do something" he pauses his brush for a secound before continuing on "via the website?" "Yea! They'll probably handle her if it genuinely gets outta hand" he smiles as he puts down his paint and brush. "How about we go for a walk for you to let out some steam?" "sounds great"

"I'm alone. Would you like to join me?" "Do you realize how that sounds?" "Do you realize how dirty your mind is?"

He'll be resistant to cuddling at first but then slowly realize he likes it. Won't ask for it tho but he will be a little peeved when they aren't given. Subconsciously learn the way he stares at your arms, how he grips his own, and the way he tries to get a bit closer to you, you've learned the secrets to a touch starved akechi

Would be a bit annoyed when you bring up another dude. "And then Ryuji was shaking the vending machine and the guard thought we were trying to steal snacks" "I see" "I ended up getting em though" "mhm" "you're so aggressively disinterested" "yes I am" You pause before letting the smirk take over your face "so then akechi rubbed my face and asked for a kiss" "I should" he stops typing to press his lips softly on your cheek.

He'd take you everywhere with him. Not a choice, it's only when he's at his job that he's away from you, everywhere else? Same class right next to you. Eating lunch with you, would ask you to play darts with him after school. He'd wonder why you'd look so tired when you two finally got home after school, atleast he helps with homework.

"Akechi" you move hair from his face. "What is it?" You continue touching his face as he watches as your hands move around his face. "Is there something on your mind" "is it that obvious" you pull your hand away, but he takes his into yours. There's a short pause before you decide to speak again. "A person close to me stopped coming to school after an argument we had. I'm pretty worried" "you didn't try contacting them?" "I have, but I think they'll just get more annoyed" you sigh "I just don't know what to do" "let them have their momment they'll contact you when they feel like it, in the meantime" he covers you in the blanket he shared with you momments ago "you could stay here until it leaves your mind"

"So what is skibbity toilet?" "Zen no"

He'd always order for you at places, unless you changed your order he'd get you everytime. "You gotta stop doing that" "Why you jealous I know you better than you know yourself?" "Yes"

He tries to ask you for advice on Akane. "She got upset she couldn't play and eat" "did you try making it a tea party" he scoffs, giggling a bit at the suggestion. "I'm serious. Do you have any tiny tea cups?"

He's definitely touch starved when he gets home. Barely awake, he'd cling onto you, mumbling into your ear. He's fallen asleep for a few seconds on your shoulder. "Let's get you to bed, Zen." "it's comfortable here though." "it'll be more comfortable in bed." "ugghhhhh"

He's gentle when it comes to you, especially when you get home more upset than usual. "So how was work" in a slightly annoyed tone you respond "draining they tried to give me unpaid overtime again" you sigh "hmm" without much words he lays down with you hugging you "do you want anything?" "Sleep" he smiles fondly "this house will be so quiet it's like it was haunted" The next day, do expect most of your chores to be done already, as well as breakfast. It was made with love, not with skill

[lov3-sweet]

my Cookie run Kingdom theory-who in the ginger gang inherits which souljam

Idk how to explain it sorry but here's all I got for now hopefully the next update with mystic flour cookie gives use more ground on it but I noticed a theme in each generation example:

Viture of knowledge,light of truth and wizard cookie is said to be wise on many occasions so like light of wisdom suits best and wisdom comes from learning from a mistake and using the knowledge for later use so suits the whole knowledge thing I also notice another theme with their roles or what they're class is and yes I'm going to use shadow milk cookie,pure vanilla and wizard again as an example

Jester-king-wizard(roles commonly used in fantasy medieval media or fairytales)

But its hard to pin point the others roles or classes like with burning spice cookie,golden cheese and chili pepper:

Barbarian-goddess?-theif

But if anyone has more info or any other ideas I'm open to them

[museofthepyre]

GOOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS, TODAYS ACTIVITY IS… HOMESTUCK. I’ve been thinking about this.

Sydney is a mage of doom.

Deeply understands death and decay, through... experience... closeness, to a self-destructive extent. He also deeply appreciates it! Worms n mushrooms n such.)

Jedidiah is page of time

(Works unseen. Only shows up for others in dire situations, Provides his aspect to those who really need it... which uh... yk. Time. Yk how Sydney was really running out and he. Uhhhhhh. Yeah.)

Elijah is theif of heart

(He steals away the autonomy and passions of others, replacing it with HIS powerful religious fervour... or drowsy complaisance for Sydney)

Up and Adam is prince of blood

(Imagine being so. FUCKING. HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AS A RELATIONSHIP COUNSELLOR, THAT YOURE CLASSED AS A PRINCE OF BLOOD /hj. DESTROYER OF BONDS. But I mean that is exactly his intent. also vampire coincidence hehe)

More to come. Probably. That’s all I got for now. (Also ik muse Is a real master class, but it felt like cheating and mage fits Sydney better methinks).

[undercrofttt]

hi!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! i had an Ominis Request if that’s okay?! Like the Ominis loves the reader and has since they met. she always on his side for everything? like she doesn’t want to help Sebastian and Ominis realizes that when he hears Seb practically forcing her to help with his mission and he sticks up for her?

She’s a pureblood and doesn’t believe in the “PureBlood Supremacy” like him and his aunt?

and since Wizards live longer than normal people, maybe they take in their Great-Nephew Tom Riddle Jr so he doesn’t turn into Voldemort and teach him right?

Sorry this is so much! It was just an idea i’ve had for a long long time and couldn’t write it myself!

𝙾𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 | 𝙾𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝

[ominis gaunt x fem!reader]

sypnosis: where a friendship slowly crumbles and a new relationship begins.

a/n: buckle up because this is a long one. cutting this up into two parts because this is massive, i tell you, and i didn't proof read so pls stay focus lmao. anyway, thank you so much the request! i'll make a part two as soon as possible, but i hope you enjoyed how i wrote this.

ominis' first encounter with you was by far the strangest he'd ever had. it was his first year in hogwarts and he had no luck making any friends as his childhood never taught him how. it never bothered ominis that he sat alone at the great hall table or the fact that he navigated through the halls with no one at his side. ominis gaunt was content and was fully prepared to go through his years at hogwarts that way.

that was until he met you, a month into his first year...

ominis was reading a book in a courtyard, comfortably sat on a bench. classes had ended a few minutes ago and he figured he'd pass time in the courtyard with his finger trailing across the braille filled pages. beside him laid his satchel filled of books and left over snacks from the day.

"oh, where did that blasted niffler go? i just knew sebastian's decision to keep it as a pet would end in disaster, but no, that idiot just had to-

ominis' eyes glanced up from his book and toward the feminine voice, which sounded a feet away and was clearly displeased at something. however, ominis paid no mind, bringing his eyes back to the book. no use poking his nose into business that wasn't his. that was until he felt something bucking against his thigh. his brows furrowed in confusion before one hand left his book to feel the leather fabric of his satchel beside him. what in salazar's name?, ominis thought as his fingers suddenly brushed against a tuft of smooth fur.

wait, fur?

ominis' fingers dug gently into the fur until he pulled out whatever it was that was hidden in his satchel. the mysterious thing in his hand began to purr and click and ominis tilted his head in confusion. an animal? ominis thought as his other hand placed the book aside, but then an abrupt gasp sounded from behind him.

"there you are, you little theif!" the same voice exclaimed and the pattering of footsteps rang in ominis' ear. with a sudden force, the unknown animal was taken from his hand and he could hear the struggling sounds of low growls in front of him.

"mmph, hold still, will you?!" the voice seethed and ominis could do nothing but stare at whatever scene was going on. "aha, i knew you took my locket! why, i ought to-" ominis ears picked up on the sound of coins clinking to the ground and other trinkets that sounded like jewelry.

"is that my ring?!" the voice huffed incredulously before receiving a growl from the animal. "and you're upset?! i have been looking for this ring for a week now! oh, my necklace as well?"

ominis heard about enough, albeit he was annoyed that his peaceful reading had come to a halt. "excuse me, do you mind?" he said with a bit of irritation his tone and he heard the girl gasp in surprise one again.

"oh, i didn't realize you were there!" the unknown girl sighed in distress. "did you steal from him too? c'mon now, cough it up, niffler!"

ominis nodded to himself as the sound of panicked purrs came from the animal, coming to a realization on what he had pulled out of his satchel. ominis grabbed his book and shoved it into his bag, before moving to get up. suddenly, a hand shot out and grasped his robes.

"w-wait, is this pouch of money yours?"

the voice asked as he heard a jingling of coins and he remembered that he had placed his pouch in his satchel that morning. his hand quickly dug into his satchel and as his hands felt for everything but the pouch, ominis let out a tired sigh and nodded. he meekly held his hand out toward the voice. the niffler certainly did steal his pouch.

"i told sebastian not to let this thing run loose." the girl growled and ominis felt the pouch weighing in his palm soon after. "sorry about all this. i didn't mean to disturb you."

"it's fine." came ominis' curt reply as he placed pouch into his bag. he was about to leave it at that when the girl began to talk to him once more.

"oh, you're ominis, right? ominis gaunt."

ominis pushed back a retort as he sighed, only nodding his head in response to the question.

"i don't believe i got to talk to you yet," the girl said amicably and ominis could guess that her face held a smile that matched the tone of her voice. "i'm (y/n) (l/n)! it's nice to meet you."

ominis silently nodded his head again, until something piqued his interest.

(l/n)?

the family name was familiar to him or rather ominis knew all too well about her family. a pureblood family that his own family often scoffed at when the subject was brought up at supper. although the (l/n)'s were rich and well known, ominis heard that the (l/n)'s weren't considered a part of the pureblood circle, only because their way of thinking differed from his family.

one, the (l/n) family weren't particularly fond of the unforgivable curses and made it clear that they would never use it by any circumstances. two, the (l/n) family didn't believe that only pureblooded wizard and witches should be able to wield magic. wether you were muggle born, half, or even a squib! if you had the power to wield magic, then you were a wizard/witch. there was never a thought of discrimination or prejudice in that family. it almost made ominis gaunt jealous as he looked at the girl, presumingly in front of him.

"well, i don't want to trouble you any further," the girl said after a moment of awkward silence. "i have to take this little thief back to sebastian and anne. i'll see you around, ominis!"

ominis scoffed at the thought of meeting her again, however a small twinge in his chest made him uncomfortable. it was not like what he had ever felt before. ominis felt warm from the interaction and it made him wary. he couldn't even see what she looked like, yet her voice was enough to make him feel this way.

oh, what rubbish, ominis thought as he brushed it off and adjusted the strap of his satchel on his shoulder.

like i'll be seeing her around.

-

oh how wrong ominis was because any chance that you spotted him in the hallways, you'd always happily greet him and walk him to any class that you had with him. any class that you had with him? suddenly you were sitting with ominis and chatting about something you did the day before. breakfast, lunch, and dinner? there you were with sebastian and anne sitting with him.

ominis couldn't escape your presence. not that he was annoyed...no, to his surprise, ominis grew quite fond of you and your friendly nature. before he knew it, ominis gaunt integrated into the friend group made up of sebastian sallow, anne sallow, and you. he had come to trust you all enough to show you the secret lair that he called the undercroft. it was a place that sealed the friendship. ominis wasn't sure how it had happened, but it did and his first year at hogwarts wasn't completely as lonely as he thought it was going to be.

and then fourth year came.

unfortunately, anne never came back to hogwarts after her third year due to a curse that was casted upon her. it pierced deeply into the now trio of friends, even with the many paid visits that you and ominis would make to the sallow's home during the break. it was clear to you both that anne sallow's health was deteriorating, but sebastian refused to accept the truth. the truth that anne wasn't going to make it.

"sebastian, you know that this-" ominis started only for his friend to growl out in anger. you flinched beside him and ominis felt you jolt into him which made him wrap an arm around you.

"you both are wrong!" sebastian had hollered, pointing an accusing finger at you and ominis. "there is a cure and i'm going to find it-"

"please, sebastian, not here." you whimpered with tears in your eyes as you gestured to the door which was anne's bedroom. "she's still asleep and-"

"i'll prove it!" sebastian yelled with his fists clenched at his side. his eyes glared at ominis, watching as he moved forward to place a hand on your shoulder.

"i don't care what it takes, i'm going to find a cure."

sebastian wasn't lying.

soon after beginning your fifth year, you felt the coldness of the undercroft. the undercroft that once held the chatter and laughter of your friends. the undercroft that once brought you four together in times of hard moments. whether it was the struggles of student life or ominis' heartfelt talks about his childhood. with sebastian using it as a pandora's box filled with theories and ideas for a cure, it no longer felt warm. it was just a reminder of what it once was.

you sat on the stone floor with your legs criss crossed. no warmth, no laughter. it just felt like you were sitting in a cold room that once was. you glanced down at your potions book on the ground with tears welling up in your eyes. the inked pages suddenly became blurred as your tears finally fell down your cheeks. droplets began to litter the page as you started to let out soft sobs.

"(y/n)?" you heard from behind and your body twisted around to find ominis walking into the room with his wand in hand. you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks before letting out a soft laugh, wincing as you also sniffed.

"omins gaunt," you say with a forced smile on your lips as if ominis could see it before standing up. "sneaking up on me? and here i thought sebastian was the prankster."

you didn't receive a response, which made you tilt your head and walk up to him. your face fell as you noticed the grimace that ominis had. clearly your words filled with feigned cheer didn't get past ominis as he silently stood with his pale blue eyes gazing down at you.

you were about say something until his unoccupied hand came up to brush against your cheek. "ominis..." you sighed out with your eyelids softly fluttering to a close as you felt his cold palm on your skin. no response again as ominis' thumb brushed against your cheek. no doubt feeling the wetness of your tears that you failed to wipe away completely.

"you've been crying, haven't you?" ominis stated grimly. it wasn't really a question. "what's wrong, (y/n)? is it anne? sebastian?"

his tone held so much concern as he names off any possible reason you could be crying about. it made the tears that once were come once again. ominis picked up on the soft sniffles that you let out and he felt his hand being brushed away from your face by yours. you quietly stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his midriff while leaning your face into his chest. all he could do was pocket his wand and circle his arms around your waist.

"i-i'm sorry, ominis," you said in a hushed tone as you tried to talk through your sobs. "everything just isn't the same. not since anne-"

"don't be sorry, (y/n), it's alright to cry," ominis' voice sounded unwavering, but his chest clenched tightly around nothing as he heard your pained sobs. "but everything will be alright."

alright?, ominis thought to himself with a internal scoff. to hell if he knew if everything was even okay. when did ominis start thinking so optimistically? merlin, he didn't care. all that mattered to him at the moment was you. you, who was crying into his chest as if you had been hit with the worst curse in the book.

ominis wasn't sure what to do as he brought his hand up to brush through your (h/c) tresses. this was all he could do in an attempt to comfort you while cooing in your ear about how everything was going to be fine. although, you both knew the truth. anne wasn't going to live and sebastian was going to keep finding a cure for something that couldn't be undone, not even while he's withered away into ashes.

an hour later, you had finally stopped crying and ominis' arms never left your body. as soon as the tears subsided, you realized the close contact and your face flushed terribly. you pulled your face back from his chest and wiped your damp cheeks of any tears before looking up at him.

"thanks, ominis, you truly are a great friend." you say, however the word 'friend' singed your tongue as you spoke. it felt revolting to say.

"o-of course," ominis stammered, pulling away now with his arms to his side. you frowned at the loss of contact, crossing your arms against your body. "listen, i know it doesn't seem that way, but everything will be alright."

"i know, ominis, thank you." you replied and omnis heard you shuffle closer.

he has known you long enough to sense your presence and know your scent when it filled his nostrils. you were in front of him...very close. ominis felt your hands run up his chest gently and he couldn't help but stiffen at the warmth that your fingers held, even through his thick clothing. they brushed further up, reaching his neck and then to his face to which you encased his jaw with your palms.

"(y/n)?" ominis questioned in a soft voice.

you ignored him, bringing yourself to stand on your toes and lean your face upwards. ominis could feel your soft breathing against his skin now and his heart began to race nervously as you suddenly pressed your chest against his. then he felt something soft against his lips, which made his eyes widen.

you felt his hand grip your shoulders and pushe you away gently, which made your heart fall to the floor. damn you and your emotions. you couldn’t control yourself? what was the matter with you?

“ominis, i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that-it’s just i’ve had feelings for you for so long and-i’m so very sorry...”

you kept on rambling, dreading the boy's silence and stilled body. ominis’ ears seemed to be ringing at your sudden confession. your words echoed loudly as if trying to engrave itself into his mind. you’ve had feelings for him after all this time? blasted it all, he thought you had feelings for sebastian with how close you two were. ominis had thought that for so long, yet here you were...kissing him and confessing?

"ominis?" you called out cautiously, tilting your head with a pursed lips. you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. what if he didn't feel the same way? you wouldn't be able to let yourself live it. down. you wanted to curse out loud, but ominis wasn't moving a inch in front of you.

suddenly, you felt ominis' hand gently take yours and lifted it up to his face. you watched in silence as he pressed his soft lips upon it before feeling him smile against your skin. your face felt as though someone had casted incendio as he pulled you closer into his body. chest to chest now, he slowly let your hand go and placed it on your cheek.

"you've no idea how bloody long i've waited to hear those words come from your lips." ominis whispered as he bent down to draw his face closer to yours.

once again, his lips were met with yours and you closed your eyes in bliss with your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. ominis felt you pull him closer, as if you two weren't already molded together as it is. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought that had been locked up and were relishing at the feeling of being freed.

however, you just had to feel him against you. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought had been locked up and were now relishing the feeling of being freed. this kiss meant more to you and him than anyone could ever imagine. a feeling a disappointment waved over you as he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"i love you, (y/n) (l/n)," ominis gasped softly. he was clearly winded with the passionate kiss that you two just shared, yet his words rang clear in your ears. oh, if ominis could see you now, your smile stretched from ear to ear at his words.

"and i love you, ominis gaunt."

-

you were humming with your books to your chest as you shuffled over to the undercroft. to your surprise, sebastian and the new fifth year student were huddled around the secret entrance, which made you all the more wary. it was already betraying enough that sebastian revealed their secret lair without you and ominis' knowledge, but to see them both standing there with grim faces made your blood boil. the nerve of them, you thought as you stood there with a glare on your face. it was clear that sebastian read the hostility and brought his hands up in assurance.

"(y/n), be calm, i know you're still angry about-" he started, but you huffed in response and turned your head away, flipping your hair on to you shoulder.

"angry?" you scoffed and pointed a finger to the new fifth year. "you let a stranger into our secret space and you want me to be calm? you know better than anyone how much this place means to me and you completely ignored it!"

sebastian winced at your words, knowing exactly what you meant. he had betrayed your trust in him. "i know, i know-but (y/n), we need your help!"

you glanced at the fifth year, who gazed at you with a sheep expression and then back at sebastian. your face softened a bit and you sighed heavily, before relenting. "well, what is it then?"

"it's best we not speak here," sebastian said in a hush tone before looking toward the new fifth year, who nodded in agreement. "c'mon, we'll talk in the undercroft."

you rolled your eyes as sebastian opened the entrance to the undercroft with the new fifth year following behind you two. the place that once was filled with happy memories were being replaced with secrecy. secrets that were bound to become trouble.

"alright," you say, setting your books on one of the old barrels that laid upright and turning around to face the both of them. "what is it that you need help with?"

"we need to find a scriptorium," the fifth year started and you tilted your head curiously. "it's hidden somewhere in this school and only one person knows where it is."

"well, i don't know where it is," you grumbled with your arms crossed against your chest and leaning your weight on one leg. sebastian seemed nervous now that you shot him a glance. he couldn't seem to meet your eyes as he glanced behind you.

oh, now i see what this is about.

"only one person in this school knows where it is," you say with a firm voice as you mostly addressed the fifth year. "and he also happens to be your longest friend, sebastian. so why not ask him?"

the fifth year now looked stunned as they looked back at sebastian, who seemed more nervous than before. you raised a brow at his timid posture and narrowed my eyes.

"i did-or rather, we did," sebastian stammered out, clasping his fingers together and licking his lips. "but, ominis refused to tell us."

"rightfully so," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "merlin knows what you two are up to. clearly up to no good if its about the scriptorium."

"its to help anne," sebastian seethed, now feeling angry with your attitude. "and if you cared at all about her then you would do this. if not for me, then for her. that is if you ever even considered her a friend."

sebastian's brows were quick to smoothen out as he realized the words that had spewed out of his mouth. his face now held regret as you stood there with your fists clenched at your sides. you were visibly seething now with your face a bright red and your lips curled into a nasty growl.

"the absolute gall of you, sallow!" you hissed out causing sebastian and the new fifth year to flinch at your tone. although your tone held anger, sebastian could hear the hurt that was laced along with it. you stormed towards him until you were foot to foot with him and you grabbed him by his tie to pull his face down to yours. your glaring (e/c) eyes pierced into his very soul.

"how dare you imply that i don't care about anne? yes, she is your sister, but she is my best friend as well! all i've ever wanted was for her to get better!"

with every word sentence that you spoke, you jabbed a finger into his chest. sebastian very well felt that anger and hurt that snaked through your finger and into his chest. however, he was determined to find the scriptorium. as much as it hurt him to do this, he couldn't give up. not now. not ever.

"well, prove it then!" sebastian interjected with a glare. "if you truly cared about anne, then help me convince ominis. you're the only one he will listen to and-"

"ominis will not listen to me," you spat. "you know about ominis' family and his past. do not force me to do this. i will not, especially if it will hurt him."

"but he will listen to you," sebastian reasoned, visibly frustrated at your refusal. "you're the only person ominis cannot say no to! now that you're seeing him, he will surely listen."

"it sounds like you're using us," you drawled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"this is for anne. i need to find a cure before it's too late!"

"what would anne think about all this, sebastian? did you even think to ask yourself this?" you sighed before letting go of his tie and brining your fingers up to your temple. "sebastian, i will not ask ominis. either you convince him yourself or you stop finding a cure for anne."

sebastian's face was red with frustration as he glanced back at the new fifth year, who shook their head. there was a moment of exchange between them before sebastian looked at you with pursed lips. you dared him to say something that will possibly break your tie with him with your eyes.

"i was right about you," sebastian finally spoke, his brown eyes darkening as he glared down at you. "you never cared about anne! that's why you won't do this! something so simply that could help anne and you won't do it. how could you be so selfish?!"

your mouth parted in shock while your heart tightened in your chest. all you could was stare at him with an unreadable expression. it was as if an arrow had pierced through your chest.

"i've heard about enough!" a voice boomed from behind you all and sebastian whipped around to see ominis storming towards them with his wand balled in his hand.

"ominis," you called out and ominis was in front of you in an instant. you grabbed his occupied hand and held it to your chest tightly. your voice sounded small as if you were holding back tears. ominis' blood boiled at the thought of how crestfallen your face might've looked and he immediately let go of your hand to face sebastian. you peered behind his arm to find sebastian glaring at you both, almost in betrayal.

"take back what you said," ominis glowered and sebastian internally winced at how cold his tone was. "we have been friends for too long, sebastian. do not jeopardize this over something so trivial."

"trivial?!" sebastian roared in disbelief. "this is to find a cure for anne. i had no intent in hurting either of you. i just want-"

"we know what you want, sebastian," ominis interjected with a wave of his hand. "but this is not the way to do it. if i had known you would come to (y/n) about this, then i would've accepted your request."

the tension in sebastian's body slowly faded as omini' last sentence sparked a brink of hope. "so you'll do it? you'll show us where the scriptorium is?"

you snap your head up at ominis with a furrowed brow, hoping that he would say no, except there was a moment of silence. dread poured into your veins like a gush of water from a waterfall as you realized that ominis was actually considering it. you even felt yourself becoming sick as ominis let out a frustrated sigh.

"yes, i'll show you-but with a few conditions!" ominis said with a stern voice as sebastian's face lit up in satisfaction.

"of course, anything!" came sebastian quick response and the new fifth year simply watched the scene unfold with uneasy eyes.

"first, you leave (y/n) out of whatever you two are planning." ominis said and you took his hand into yours while gazing up at his solemn face.

"noted," sebastian said with a nod, now feeling like an arsehole as he refused to meet your eyes. "(y/n) will no longer be involved with our plan."

ominis nodded "second, after you find whatever it is you need, you must promise me that you will stop sticking your nose where it shouldn't be. no more dark arts, no more curses. you have to stop, sebastian."

sebastian's eyes widened slightly at ominis' proposition and glanced at the floor uneasily before hesitantly nodded. "alright, i agree to your terms."

"alright, i'll meet you two upstairs, i need to speak with (y/n) for a moment."

sebastian nodded at the fifth year to head on up and turned his head back at you with an apologetic expression. "i'm sorry, (y/n), i let my anger get the best of me. there's nothing i could possibly say to make you forgive me, but you have to understand that-"

"i know," you said coldly as you crossed your arms uncomfortably and looking away. "it's for anne's health, but please stay out of trouble. nothing good will come out of learning about the dark arts."

"this has to work," sebastian mumbled sadly before turning around.

"i'm sorry again, (y/n), i hope you forgive me." was the last thing he said before walking out of the undercroft with his heels echoing through the room.

you sighed sadly, which caused ominis to look down at you with a grim expression. you leaned your forehead against his back with your hand still grasping his as if he'll just fade away.

"ominis, was this really the right decision?" you asked and ominis turned around with your forehead on his chest now. he slowly brought his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"once sebastian finds what he wants, he will no longer pursue his research." ominis replied into your hair. "this had to be done."

"i wish there was another way," you sighed before pulling away from his chest and leaning upwards to place a kiss on his lips. "promise me you'll be safe. if they tell you to do something uncomfortable, please come back to me."

"i will, (y/n), do not worry to much." ominis replied with a fond smile on his face, yet the dim lights didn't hide the fearful undertone in his voice. "i will come back to you safe and sound. i can promise you that."

you let out a shaky breath before pulling him back into a kiss. ominis returned it just as eagerly, as if it would be the last. both of your bodies seemed to relax a bit as you pulled away.

"i love you, ominis."

"i love you too, (y/n)."

those were the last words that you both had before you watched ominis turn around to leave the undercroft. he left with a heavy heart and you stood there feeling as though half your heart was on his sleeve.

[tezuze]

A hero Hiro and his party

My cringe rambles below the cut- because I can never be short winded!

Hi welcome to the cringe rambles

Okay okay, stupid things I headcannoned:

Hiro

Class: Paladin

Weapon: Gamma sword

Stats: Balanced

Magic: Fire, wind, electric, light, dark (mid level spells)

I want some cool way to incorporate the whole Gammamon thing. Was thinking his sword at least would be cursed and be something only he can control. Maybe the sword can have different modes like the Monado to represent the other evolutions? There's some clever way to incorporate the Gamma gimmick, I just can't fully think of it....

Ruli

Class: Theif/Assassin if that's not too dark

Weapon: Dual daggers

Stats: High attack and speed, low sp. attack and HP

Magic: Wind (low level spells)

The mysterious masked Lirurun!

I know typically the theif class has terrible defense but while I was making these designs I kept going between if she should be a berserker tank like Lamortmon or be a speed type attacker like SymbareAngoramon and Diarbbitmon. Ultimately, I think it'd be cool if she was kind of a blend between the two classes

Kiyoshiro

Class: Cleric

Weapon: Staff (not pictured)

Stats: High sp. attack and HP, low attack and defense

Magic: Healing, electric (high level spells)

Church of Thetis' youngest priest!

Yes this is a fantasy setting, but his wrapped hand still has to hold no significance

His silly little integer overflow/limit break is perfect for an rpg gimmick, but I wouldn't want him to have a special gauge or anything if the others don't. Maybe he can have high healing/low spells initially and then flip to low healing/high spells if his HP is half or less to represent that? Oh that'd be so annoying.... (Also Ruli needs a gimmick)

Digimon-wise, I initially liked the idea of the partners also joining the party for a full team of 6 but I think they'd be too similar to the humans, plus I borrowed too much of the digimon's design for the overall aesthetic of the party not to look boring with digimon included.

My friend came up with the idea that the Digimon could be like spirits, that only certain humans have the ability to perceive, kinda like....

Ghosts.

Ha.

Anyway, if I go with that idea, the digimon could either bless their human with power or they could just be silly little guys that accompany the party.

Wouldn't it be funny if the digimon were the ones that sit back while the humans fight? Okay moving on...

I think Airdramon would be the first form of travel, then Ginryumon to get to other locations. (Then, maybe possibly HoverEspimon for the final form of travel, if I must incorporate them)

Also, clearly Blacktailmon Uver. Acts as a traveling merchant for items and such

And there's gotta be sidequests to add more members of the digimon gang (which means Labramon sidequest!!)

OKAY I'LL ACTUALLY SHUT UP NOW

I'm sorry to put you through that ^^" would love to hear if others have any neat ideas of incorporating stuff from the show into an rpg setting, I am  s u c h a sucker for that kinda thing

[blackopals-world]

I find Vil x Yuu/MC so good because it’s literally like

“Do you know who I am?!”

And with all the brutal honesty of your mom in the dressing room, Yuu just says: “No”

That sounds fun I could work with that if you don't mind my personal touch.

"Hey! Pretty boy, stay out of my garden!"

~Vil x Gardener!femYuu~

Vil had been searching high and low for a certain plant needed for his potion but luck was not on his side. The greenhouse was picked clean and there was no appropriate substitute.

The more wooded areas of campus would probably have a strand of it. Vil asked Rook and the hunter pointed towards where the old abandoned dorm was located. Many wild plants had made their home there.

To Vil's surprise he found a rather lush garden of vegetables and flowers. In it he found the plant he was looking for, fresh rampion.

The beautiful purple bellflower with the perfect leaves to make salve.

Vil guessed to owner wouldn't miss it as they wouldn't need it and what use would it be to stay here without purpose.

That is what he believed. Unfortunately, it was not shared as a fat tomato came flying to hit him in the face. The juicy fruit left a mess on him and his clothes.

"Theif! How dare you!" A voice yelled over the garden

Standing in the row of tomatoes was a girl on the shorter side with cheeks as red as her fruit.

"How dare yo-" Vil started as he wiped the tomato pulp from his eyes but was quickly silenced.

"How dare I?! How dare you!" She put her hands on her hips as she raised her voice "You have some nerve pretty boy to take from my garden! It's bad enough to have those Savanaclaw brats snatching my catnip and herbs! Now it's Pomefiore's boys stealing."

The girl was clearly fed up and before Vil could say a word he was snatched up by the ear. Despite the clear height difference she easily dragged Vil away as he indignantly tried to protest.

"Excuse me! If you-OW- listen to me!" Vil tried to escape her grasp but she was strong and her grip was like iron.

"I don't listen to thieves." She stated as she dragged him across campus back to the Pomefiore dorms. "I'm taking you to your housewarden and having him deal with you. I'm going easy on you just this once."

"Don't you know who I am?! I'm Vil Schoenheit! Pomefiore's housewarden!" Vil felt the crazed gardener's grip go slack for a moment only to tighten even harder.

"That makes it worse! How dare you try and steal from me as a housewarden! So you think you can push me around?!" The irrate girl glared daggers into him. "I don't care who you are! I don't want to see you in my garden again."

With that she let go of him and stormed off.

Vil returned to his dorm bewildered and speechless. Rook appeared shortly thereafter and mentioned something important.

"There is this girl that stays in the old dorm. Very feisty and strong as an ox. She is as sweet as a little dove though and bakes great blueberry pie. I've had the pleasure of trying some. As long as you don't go messing with her plants she's like honeycomb." Rook sang her praises as Vil rubbed his sore ear.

True to his word the girl "Yuu" was as soft a butterfly wing on a normal day as she flitted about in her garden.

Vil didn't know whether to hate her or not. He wanted to look down on her for her loosely tied hair, dirt covered hands, and red burnt face. The way she stood after being hunched over her garden beds and streched her back from the labor made her beasts look enticing as sweat fell down her chest. He had to hold back his blush.

"She was a nothing more then a work horse" he tried to convince himself. "Wholely unfitting to be called a woman."

Shame was a powerful motivator.

She was completely unconcerned with him on the other hand. Epel had become her companion in the field when they had time after classes. Often times he'd stay over for dinner and take back leftovers much to Vil's ire.

Jealousy burning in him. She had such a soft side for them but to him she paid no mind. She smiled sweetly to them. She coddled them. She made wreaths of flowers for them. Laughed, soothed, cheered for, and adored other them but not him. Never him.

Yet, she still cared. She still would save treats for him. She may not let him have free range of her garden just still gave him anything he needed from it. She would still get him and not avoid him.

But swallow his pride he must if he wanted something from her. If he wanted her attention he didn't have it. She had little need for a useless pretty boy. Rook could hunt, Epel could farm but what could Vil offer her? His looks? His fame? What could she do with that?

He tried offering her a beauty treatment to her but she shot him down.

"Something like that would be wasted on me. I don't need to look like a beauty queen anyways, even if I could." Yuu said taking her basket of gardening tools inside and promptly closed the door.

Vil's heart ached hearing her say this. Someone like her was worth more then the most flawless diamond. She was like a million diamonds glittering in the sky with the strength to match.

Surely, he could do something for her, and prove his worth.

Vil shook his head. He couldn't believe he was thinking this. He found himself unworthy of her when it should be the other way around. He once considered himself above all others as he rightfully should, but now he is clamoring to be this woman's passing thought. How low could he sink? How high was this prize?

Vil fantasized about her. Thoughts of just being with her. The warmth of her sun-kissed skin that was not fair in the slightest. Nestling in the softness of her middle and breathing the scent of herbs and flowers from her hair. He wondered if she thought of him the same way.

Unknown to him the girl shared in these desires too ashamed too admit. Her thought were of that prissy pretty boy who thought the world owed him something. Her face burned to think of his smug smile. The touch of his hands were probably as soft as velvet unlike her's who's was callused and rough. His lips were surely just as soft. But he wouldn't want a girl like her. He'd want someone classy and proper. He'd ask her to change for his sake. Yuu couldn't do that.

One afternoon as Yuu clipped her white roses she felt a hand on her cheek. It stung as a thumb brushed her cheekbone.

Tsk "You managed to sun burn yourself again." Vil scolded pulling out a vial of clear liquid.

"Stop, I'll be fine. It's only a bit of sun. I'll be fine." Yuu tried to pull away but Vil held firm.

"You should be concerned. Sun damage is bad for your skin!" Vil continued as he rubbed the solution onto her face.

"So what, I'm ugly anyways. I'll just become and old hag earlier just like I act the part." Yuu successfully pulled her face face away from him but his arm circled her waist and pulled her foward again.

"Don't say that! Don't ever say that!" Vil yelled as he held her. "You are many things. Brash, loud, and as stubborn as a mule; but you are also kind, quick-witted and you have a strong sense of justice."

Vil hugged her tightly as he spoke.

"I wish I could say, I regret taking from your garden. That I'm still mad you dragged me by the ear like a child. Or that you threw a tomato me. But I don't, not for a moment because I got the meet you. And you are so wonderful, for no other reason than that you are you." Vil took in a breath before he said the next part to steady his heart "I'm not going to be cliché and say I like you because you treat me like a normal person. Trust me, there are plenty of people who already do that and that's not enough to consider someone special because anyone can do that. You are more then just some girl who humbled me, you are a rose growing in concrete. Beautiful, resilient, and unexpected. And I love you."

Yuu felt something warm trail down her cheeks as tears stung her eyes. He hugged Vil close the her as she buried her head into his shoulder.

"Thank you...thank you." She whispered breathlessly.

Note: Don't steal Rampion. A witch will demand your first born and lock her in a tower. On another note I love Vil but I don't believe he would fall for a someone just because they treat him like a human it's not a trope I'm fond of. I think it's more complex then that. Simply telling someone they are pretty doesn't make them fall in love it help but it's more then that.

[mingyus-blackcard]

ੈ✩‧₊ You drew love around my scars ੈ✩‧₊

Pairing : Wen Junhui x Male reader

Words : 1.5k

Genre : Angst, High-school au, Popualr guy- Unknown guy

TW : Angst, Depression, Suicide, Self harm, Implied family problems but not mentioned, reader does not have friends.

Music : Cardigan by Taylor Swift

A/N : The fic contains mature themes, I don’t mean to offend anyone with the writing.

“Mingyu hold his legs, today I shall end it all by cutting his legs”, Hoshi claimed before running after Jun towards the locker room.

“Hoshi, you are just jealous that I scored the winning goal and well won the hearts of the girls too.” Jun said while running around the football team members trying to avoid being caught by Hoshi. 

Before this police-theif catch could come to an end, their captain stopped Hoshi by the collar and tried to explain these two children fighting like kids.

“You tiger spirited man, stop being jealous of him.”

“Seungcheol hyu-”

“And you, Jun, stop making him jealous, just fight with him when we are done”

“Sure Hyung”

Well Hoshi could not stand this blow to his tiger spirit, so before any member could stop him, he slapped Jun’s butt and ran away screaming, “BYE LOSERS, ALSO CONGRATUALTIONS FOR WINNING AGAIN!”

Seungcheol could just ask the gods as to what he did to deserve to have team member like him.

“Well guys, Congratualations, we did well this season, and I guess you would all like celebrate. And before you all go that being the captain I should treat you all, today at 8pm, at Cheng’s Diner, be there, I will welcome you all with my broke wallet.”

“OUR LEADER IS THE BEST!”, the members exclaimed before thanking the leader the personally, making their way to the diner.

Jun wanted to freshen up a little bit and told the members to excuse him and told them that he would directly meet the members at the diner.

As Jun made his way to the locker rooms, he thought how is life would be if he didn’t choose football in the freshman year. He would not be the popular guy girls threw upon, nor would he have met his football brothers nor would he have gotten the scholarship to the university, well technically there are 3 months left but Jun is sure that he will be the one the receiving it.

When he reached the locker room, he was quite surprised to see the showers of one of the stalls running, 

“Is anyone there?”

No response.

“C’mon if it’s you Hoshi, I am gonna cut your dic-”

The shower stopped running. Puzzled as to who might be there, Jun went to the shower room and –

“YOU, STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”

Jun rushed to the guy sitting on the floor and slapped the blade out of the guy’s hand. He had just witnessed a guy trying to take his own life and had no idea what to do. The guy was still sitting on the floor, with his heads on his knees, silently sobbing, the hand he wanted to cut just hanging limply. 

Jun had never experienced such a situation and had no idea on what to do. He quitely sat down next to the boy, slightly grimacing on feeling the wet floor, but then focusing on the other topic on hand; Him. He could make out the guy was avreageishly tall, not athletic due to his skinny built, black hair and well his shivering body due to sitting under the shower for so long and presumably crying. 

“Do you want a hug ? I am sorry I don’t know much and am completely clueless as to what I can do-”

Before Jun could finish his little ramble, the guy looked up with his red teary eyes, contemplating if he should or not but then hugged Jun tightly, if he would have not been there, he would be hugging death right now. Jun returned the hug without any hesitation, not minding his shirt being wet from all the tears or a complete starnger hugging him.

The way he was clutching Jun looked like he really needed it. It seemed as if he was his life support and he was scared to lose it. After a while, he pulled back and Jun could study his features properly. He thought that maybe he had seen this guy in his physics class or maybe his mathematics class-

“Thanks for saving me Junhui, I guess I owe you one.”

“How do you know my name-”

“You are the school’s most popular guy, who wouldn’t know your name.” Jun, mentally scolded himself for asking the most stupidest question in such a situation.

“May I know your name?”

“Y/N”

After seeing the confusion in Jun’s eyes, Y/N replied, “We have the same mathematics class.”

So Jun was correct after all.

“Nice to meet you Y/N”

“ I wouldn’t say that meeting in such a situation, Junhui.”

“Right”

Out of all the days his brain decided to betray him.

“Why did you return to the locker room, Junhui? Didn’t your match end like an hour ago? I though I would be alone so…”

“Please call me Jun, and I just wanted to freshen up, and well I am glad I decided to come to the lockers.”

“Well you saved a loser like me”

“Why would you say that ?”

“Trying to live my life once and you shall realise on your own.”

“Why don’t you talk to someone ? Like your parents, siblings, friends ?”

“ It's so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. The words just don’t come out of your mouth. About my parents, I would rather not talk about it. I don’t have any siblings, only child and unlike you Mr.Popular, I don’t have any freinds.”

“I am sorry.”

“You don’t need to be, it’s not your fault. But don’t you think how easy it is for people who just witness these situation to just say sorry and not say anything else. But then again a sorry can’t solve anything and well they can’t do anything as well, no offence to you though.”

“None taken but if I may ask a question, why would you decide to do something as serious as this ?”

“Good question, I don’t know, I guess this is what my heart wanted, or should I say brain?” Y/N let out a chuckle before again going to his somber state of sitting on the locker floor.

“Isn’t it a selfish thought ?”

Y/N laughed at the question. 

“Take a note Jun. Never say this to a person who wants to commit suicide. They are not selfish, they are open for the world, they want the people they know to come to them, talk to them, to notice them, but then they don’t. They don’t realise that we be selfish because it is rather painful for us to live through what you call ‘ life given to us and we only have one chance to live the best out of it.’ I succeeded in understanding the world, but the world failed to understand me. You know how they say a warrior’s greatest pride are his scars, well mine are my greatest emotions.” Y/N proceeded to raise his cardiagan’s sleeve and showed the numerous scars to Jun.

It was a lot to process for Jun, he didn’t know if he did the correct thing but he grabbed Y/N’s arm traced each scars with his finger.

“Y/N, life is like a football you know, if kick it too hard it is bound to go outside, but if you kick it with the right amount, it will always reach the goal. Don’t burn yourself trying to prove yourself to yourself. I know others say prove yourself , be the best in your eyes, but sometimes those eyes can be deceiving. I don’t know what led you to take such a drastic step, but I want you to know, that these scars are the art on your canvas, and now the canvas is ready to be sealed as compeleted ok? Don’t you dare go making another of them. Promise me, I know we aren’t close, but from today onwards, I will be your friend, your shoulder to cry on, even your punchbag ! Just don’t take a step that you will regret. Don’t take a step that will hurt us, I shall start caring for you, each step of your hurting you will hurt me as well. Just wait a minute, I will make a call telling the guys I won’t be able to meet them. Then we can go back to your space and change into something comfortable, not this wet. You catching a cold is the last thing we need.”

Y/N could just stare at Jun with tears at the brink of his eyes. He finally heard the words he wanted to hear from the past 17 years of his life. He got himself a friend. A person who could protect him, a person who cared for him, a person who he could cry on, a person who was worth living this life for.

[pixla]

Shirt theif (f.w)

Fred Weasley x reader (Drabble)

Warnings: fluff, bit of fragile masculinity, soft Fred :P

Summary: Fred is a serial shirt theif, steeling all of you shirts at any opportunity

- In many ways the two of you have a fairly conventional relationship, having the same dynamics as many of your other friends

- But this was one of the numerous ways in which the two of you stood apart from the others in your class

- But this was one of the numerous ways in which the two of you stood apart from the others in your class

- You were never the fondest of stealing your boyfriends shirts, although you saw the appeal, you never found yourself doing so, only ever wearing them to bed and during study periods, always making sure to return them afterwards

- Fred was the complete opposite

- He’d find absolutely any opportunity to nick one of your shirts or even hoodies if he could squeeze into them

- wether it was whilst you were taking a shower at the burrows and he decided to have a nose through the bag you packed. Only for you to walk out, finding him asleep wearing one of the shirts, the size slightly too small for him, causing the fabric to ride up, exposing his lower stomach

- Or once when you literally woke up to him shimmying into the shirt you were currently wearing

- You first noticed this habit 6 months into the two of you officially dating when your collection of t-shirts slowly began to dwindle away over time. At first, you suspected one of the girls in your dorm because after the many years you spent at hogwarts, you found quite a large population there seemed to have quite sticky fingers. But as this continued into the summer you spent at the burrows you realised who the real theif was.

- At first, you were pissed, convinced this had to be another of Fred’s many pranks. ‘Ah yes let me slowly over time steal every one of my girlfriends t-shirts.’ Yup, sounded like Fred. But when you walked in on your boyfriend that night, snuggled up in the stolen material, it all made sense. Fred was no different from all the female friends you had back at school and how they’d always steal their boyfriends t-shirts and hoodies.

- The next day was when you finally confronted him. Gently over breakfast, as per usual, you complained about how you never have anything to wear, only to interrupt whatever response he was going to give you, telling him how cute he looked wearing your shirt last night.

- You could’ve sworn when you said those words, the smallest hint of blush brushed over his cheeks. Any previous annoyance at these events vanished in an instance as you found yourself only filling with a greater fondness for the boy that sat before you.

- Later that day, as you laid beside him, tracing circles into his chest with the tips of his fingers, he blurted out to you an apology. Confused you dismissed him, only for him to continue, apologising to you for taking your shirts without asking. In all honesty you thought the two of you were past this subject and were probably never going to bring it up again. But you realised he was serious, he was genuinely sorry.

- You sat up from the position you were lying in beside him to look him in the eye.

- I don’t care, really.

- You tried to reassure him, maintaining the same smile you had a minute ago to show it wasn’t at all serious to you.

- I know you kept complaining to me about loosing your clothes and I felt bad, I really did. But I thought if I told you, I’d look like a wimp. I thought you’d think I’m soft. But I’m not. I just like when I’m close to you and when I can feel you all around you. And smell you wherever I go. And I guess that does make me a bit soft.

- He sighed averting his eyes away from you, and this time it was your turn to blush. You had no idea this small level of kleptomania harboured so many feeling beneath the surface. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak but you could tell the silence was making Fred visibly anxious.

- You can have every single one of my t-shirts, baby

- You could feel those words alone took a weight off the boys shoulders as you dipped your head down to press your lips against his, letting him steal yet another shirt.

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Please may I request Eddie and reader are discussing their future E - "how many kids do you want?" R- "four, for two reasons, reason number one: lead guitar, rhythm guitar, bass and drums. Reason number two: fighter, cleric, theif, mage" Eddie stares at reader, "are you basing the number of kids we have on them forming a family band and family D&D nights? I think I love you even more now"

i hope this lives up to ur vision anon!! i love the idea of mini munsons playing instruments like 🥹🥹🥹

Empty root beer cans littered the grass with a half empty chip bag as you sat in between Eddie’s legs. Your back was leaning against his chest while his hands were planted on the ground at his sides.

He picked at some stray weed as you scribbled on your sketchbook while simultaneously holding a conversation with him.

“Okay next, the living room should be here, then we’ll have a little window couch thing right...here.” You circled the area in question with the end of your pencil.

“Sounds good. What about the kids’ rooms?”

“The kids’ rooms?” You looked at him over your shoulder. "plural?"

You’ve never really talked about children before because hell, you weren’t even out of high school yet and there were so many more things to be concerned about. Though once in a while, you would imagine about it and Eddie found himself doing the same.

“Yeah, I mean… I don’t know,” he dragged the word and spoke slowly, measuring your reaction. “Do you want any? How many kids do you want?”

He didn’t look like it but Eddie is fond of thinking ahead. Daydreaming in class about the future with you as the teacher’s voice drift into the distance, just a mere echo of things that didn’t and will never matter in the long run. 

Often, he would think about future accomplishments and milestones like when you first move in together, establish your careers, get married and have kids. All of it.

To him, there was never an if and he was very much looking forward to the when. 

But in this particular instance, his thoughts were snapped back to reality before it ever took off.

“You still wet the bed, and you’re thinking of kids?”

Eddie blinked a few times. His face flushed and the tips of his ears turned red and hot. 

“Too far?” You teased and immediately felt bad when you saw his crimson face. “I’m joking.”

You leaned back on his chest and diverted the conversation back to the topic at hand. 

“Okay, serious. I think, about four would be good.”

He exaggerated a gulp. “Four?” 

In his visions, you would have one or two and in those, he was also aware of the hardships you both would go through.

“Yes! Four. Okay, just hear me out here.” You extended four fingers and sat properly, facing Eddie as you explained. 

You hooked your index finger with each outstretched finger, starting with your pinky. “Lead guitar, rhythm guitar, bass and drums.” 

The incredulous look on his face was replaced with amusement. He chuckled and shook his head, hands clapping slowly.

“Or! or… fighter, cleric, thief and mage.” You flickered both hands open. “Boom.”

His lifted both brows. If he wasn’t sure you were the one then, he was now.

“Are you really basing the number of kids we’ll have on, freaking, D&D and a band?” 

“Why not? It’s cool, right.” You said, seemingly proud of your idea. 

“Really?” He pressed.

“Are you scared we’ll beat you at your own game, Dungeon master?” You emphasized his title.

He scoffed, in disbelief. Then, he laughed. No, he cackled. 

You were left sitting on the grass in the middle of the woods right after school with your boyfriend who was laughing at your idea of four kids.

Was that stupid? You thought to yourself.

But all questions vanished when Eddie tackled you to the ground, still laughing, making sure your head was protected by his hand. You rolled in the grass and leaves stuck to your hair and clothes. 

When Eddie stopped, you blew out the strands that clung to your lips. You both laid on the ground breathless, his arm going across your body while you were on your back with legs bent at the knee. 

You faced him and he looked ethereal with his frizzy hair adorned with leaves and his stupid dark brown eyes that resembled a marble as the sky turned orange above you.

Eyes staring deep into yours, he kissed your cheek and with a tender voice, he spoke.

“I think I love you even more now.” 

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