for once i disagree but still

Scavenger Hunt

Stiles/Derek, T, 2500 words, Meet Cute AU

Written for the following prompt:

“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au

“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.

“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.

“Once again, we disagree.”

Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”

“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”

Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”

Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”

“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”

“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”

“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”

“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”

Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But… 

“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”

Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”

He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.

“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”

“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.

Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.

Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”

“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”

“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.

“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”

“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”

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yondadudonta  asked:

TALK STARKQUILL TO ME I NEED

Their meeting was a little less meet-cute and a little more,,, meet-ugly sort of thing.


Mainly because they both read the situation very badly and ended up trying to kill one another. Completely accidentally, but.

Still.

And really, can you blame Tony? Their ship does crash-land in the middle of a crowded highway, and barely manages to avoid civilians. Then they pop out, and they’re armed to the teeth, looking pretty threatening and…well… alien.

People end up calling (what’s left of) the Avengers- which happens, at the time, to be Tony and Tony alone.

Except the Guardians crashed in Florida; when Tony got the call he was in New Orleans at a science convention, and the suit was still in New York.

But he went anyway. Suit or no suit, he had to try. He was the only line of defence now, after… everything.

So, armed with a sophisticated watch-gauntlet and a gun he always kept tucked in his jacket pocket, he takes the jet and leaves to try and stop them from potentially, y’know, annihilating the world or whatever.


Except things don’t really happen like that, in the end.


“Listen, what are the chances you’re gonna do as I say when I order you to drop your weapons and leave?” tony asks wearily, as he holds the gun at the biggest guy’s weirdly patterned face and the gauntlet at the woman holding the largest gun he’s ever seen in his life. He doesn’t even bat an eyelid toward the talking walking raccoon or… the tree…thing.

Just another day in the life, at this point.

Although it would be kinda embarrassing if he ends up getting murdered by the raccoon. What the damn hell would they put on his grave? Here lies Tony Stark- saved New York, but unable to protect himself from the dangers of the Mighty Raccoon?

As soon as he’d spoken, about 13 different weapons were pointed in his face. Which hardly made sense, considering there were five of them and they all only had two hands. But whatever.

“How’s about we ask you the same? Except more forcefully, considering we got all the guns,” the raccoon said.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck would I go then, what with me being a human being who lives here? Just fling myself into the void of space? And yes, tempting as that might sound, I’ve been there done that. Not as appealing as I would have thought, to be honest.” 

The five stared at him in confusion for a moment, before what looked to be the only actual human stepped forward, head cocked. His eyes were bright and beard scruffy- Tony thought it suited him.

Tony also thought he should probably focus on the task at hand, and his ever-growing chances of imminent death, rather than how pretty his opponent was.

“You’re just a human, huh?” Hot Scruffy Man asked.

Tony raised an eyebrow, and then pointed the gun at him when he took another step. “What gave it away? The fact that I have the same composition and structure as every other human on the planet? The fact I look just like you, who is also a human?”

“Half human,”

“What was the other half, pure asshole?”

“Actually… kinda, yeah.” The Hot Scruffy Man paused, and then shrugged. “Daddy issues.”

Tony had a brief moment to wonder what the fuck he was doing before an involuntary snort of laughter had escaped out of him. “Yeah- rode that train before, buddy- still doesn’t explain why you’re on the planet I protect, waving your guns around at innocent people and causing millions of dollars worth in property damage.”

The team in front of him paused, and then the man looked back at the green lady, who just shrugged and put down her gun. “We were told there was an imminent threat to your planet. We were in the neighbourhood, so we thought we’d come save you.”

Tony stared at them, contemplating. “Where are your sources from?”

“The fine NovaCorps,” Massive Bulked Alien Dude spoke up.

Tony squinted, running a hand across his forehead. “Am I… supposed to know what that means?”

“Fancy space police,” Raccoon told him.

“You seen any apocalyptic aliens round here lately?” Hot scruffy Man asked him again, slightly confused now. 

Tony just sighed. “Nope. And if there were, I would handle them. You can go back…wherever you came from, guys, it’s fine, Earth is fine-“

“You? You’re gonna protect the Earth? With your fancy little handgun and hand-firey thing?” The Raccoon laughed, and Tony scowled.

Luckily, because he had been counting the seconds in his head since he’d called it, he knew he was about to do something really badass, and it wiped the scowl off his face, replacing it with a little smile as he stared at the stupid talking Raccoon. 

“No,” he said, shrugging as he heard the familiar whirring sound of metal moving at hundreds of miles an hour up ahead of him.

The aliens looked up, one of them pointing their gun at the source of noise, like it would do anything. But in the space of a few seconds, it had already reached its intended target, slowing down just enough to not vaporise his body and wrapping around him, every piece fitting in a way that made Tony want to give himself a round of applause.


“I’m gonna protect Earth with this,” he said, raising his two repulsors and loading them right in the Raccoon’s little face.


There was complete silence for a second, before Hot Scruffy Man made a noise that should really, for the sake of Tony’s sanity, be kept in the bedroom. “That was literally the coolest and most attractive thing I have ever seen ever. In my life.”

Tony couldn’t help himself; he smirked and cocked his head Hot scruffy Man. “Sweetie, I appreciate the sentiment, but you’re gonna have to keep it in your pants until we can sort this out.”

Green Lady sighed, and walked forward to smack Hot Scruffy Man around the back of the head. “You know what we talked about, Peter- no flirting with potential targets. It’s in bad form.”

“This guy certainly hasn’t got a bad form,” Hot Scruffy Man- Peter- nodded over to Tony and smirked.

Green Lady sighed, and then turned to Tony. “Listen. You want to protect your planet. We want to protect your planet. How about rather than pointing our weapons at one another, we try and… you know, do what we set out to do?”

Instantly, the smile slide off Tony’s face, not that any of them could tell behind the faceplate. “I work alone. Sorry. You’re gonna have to l-“


And that was when the world sort of exploded around them.


Without even thinking about it, Tony shot forward and wrapped his arms around the two closest to him- the Green Lady and Peter- rolling them to the ground and hoping that the rest of his team, especially the more flammable ones, were okay. Green Lady yelled at the sudden-ness of his approach, but Peter just sighed. “Here we go,” he muttered into Tony’s shoulder.

Tony was inclined to agree, there.




Half-way through the battle, Peter AKA Starlord AKA Galaxy’s Number One Asshole asked him out.

Tony looked at him for a good four seconds before he got tackled to the ground by… (Dracula? Dracker? He was having to learn the names on the go, and his mind was currently on other, more explosion-based things) the Massive Bulked Alien Dude.

“THAT IS VERY UNPROFFESSIONAL, PETER!” He yelled, before looking down at Tony. “Are you well? I thought you may have been hit with a paralytic beam of some sort.”

Tony nodded, and then sat up. “No paralytic. Just your team-mate.”

Massive Bulked Alien Dude nodded wisely. “He does tend to have that affect on people.”

“What? Endangering their goddamn lives on the field?”

Massive Bulked Alien Dude paused, and then shrugged as he rolled off Tony. “I was going to say rendering people speechless with his idiocy, but that too.”

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m actually clever, Tony, I promise! Boyfriend material, right here!” Peter yelled across the battlefield, looking over to them and grinning as he shot an alien in the back of the head without even looking.

“You’re a god damn alien!” tony yelled back exasperatedly, trying to keep the smile off his face as he jumped high into the air and then landed on an unfortunate opponent.

“Yeah- think of all the new tricks I must know, then,” Peter countered, winking as he dived behind a car and then threw what must have been a fancy bomb over the bonnet.

Tony’s mind briefly short-circuited at that (Holy mother of God) astute observation- but he quickly regrouped and fired a repulsor at an alien attempting to sneak up behind Rocket. “I’m gonna need a few examples before I agree to anything, sweetie,” he replied.

Peter laughed and opened his mouth, but then the Tree hit him over the head. “Ow!” he complained, looking betrayed.

“I have enough issues dealing with one distracted team-member whilst in the middle of a battle, I will not be dealing with two! Cut the flirting out!” Gamora yelled, as Tony watched her utterly destroy two different aliens at once.

“She thinks we should be ‘professionals’ and ‘focus on the mission’ when we’re in battle,” Peter said grumpily, wiping a cut across his face and then shrugging. “I respectfully disagree.”

Tony had to cut the conversation short again in order to swoop up and laser his way into the main hull of the ship that loomed barely even twenty meters over the battlefield, but he still had the team in the comm that FRIDAY had patched him into. “So what about Monday? You sticking around until then?” He asked.

Rocket swore at them down the line, but Peter just laughed. “For you, baby, of course I am.”

“Good. I’ve got a meeting with… let’s call him an ex. Be nice to have an excuse to blow him off.”

Peter whistled, “Oooh, want me to sweep you off your feet and declare battle with him for hurting you? I’m always up for it.”

“Much as I would like to see that, he’s kind of peak physical perfection. Plus I’d rather just make out with you,” Tony admitted.

“That’s fair. I want to make out with me too.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yep- welcome to the Guardians- we’re all assholes here. You’ll fit right in,” Peter told him.

“I am GROOT!” Came a rumbling voice that Tony could hear even off the comms, and he looked down in time to watch the tree grab Peter around the wait and haul him, flinging him up in to the sky with a yell.

It was a perfect throw, to be fair to Groot. Peter’s momentum cut out just as he was level with Tony, who grabbed his shoulders and lifted his faceplate, just for a second, in time for Peter to plant one on his mouth with a grin and a raised eyebrow, before he began falling again, right into Groot’s waiting arms.


Through the comm, Gamora just sighed. “Idiots. All of you.”

THE MBTI TYPES FROM AN INFJ’s PERSPECTIVE

- This is all from my personal experience, everybody is different- yada yada yada.

- I love you all

INFP:

- You make me laugh so much

- No sense of space or direction, basically don’t send us to get something together because we will fail. 

- Good counselor

- Sometimes you don’t see what other people are implying because you are very genuine and trusting. 

- Nice stash of memes

ISFP:

- Why the HELL, why the absolutely HECKING HELL, do you SIT IN THE RAIN WHEN YOU HAVE A COLD? I understand you are a child of nature, but WHY? You will get an even worse cold!??? 

- I love you

- You’re emo sometimes 

- A lot of ISFP weebs

ISFJ:

- Why the hell haven’t you ever made me cookies like the stereotype says, huh?

- ISFJ’s will listen to you whine

- Good solid advice

- You are nit picky perfectionists at heart.

- You are very anxious and small and I love you. 

- Will cry if you insult their favourite characters

INFJ:

- I don’t understand the unique unicorn thing, you are all massive nerds and know it.

- Secret memelords

- Terrible at social interaction on the inside, but you aren’t as bad as you think from an outsiders perspective.

- Gets overwhelmed at parties. 

INTP:

- I love you

- Best type

- I’m joking

- I’m not

- Big nerd for video games

- I’ll be there at 3pm. (aka 5pm)

- Not actually good at maths

INTJ:

- When we first start talking I always think you hate me and then you secretly liked me all along?

- Hilarious

- Blunt in a good and bad way

- Your ideas amaze me

- Make very good artists

ISTJ:

- So, so, sarcastic

- A+ grade student 18 years in a row

- Speaks a lot but not to you

- Obsessed with young adult fiction 

- Has a crush on every actor

- Doesn’t like my memes?

ISTP:

- Understated humor that gets me every time

- Whenever i need anything fixed, after i try to fix it myself, you are there for me.

- Bad at social interaction until they get older.. and then, still….

- Leather jacket

ESTJ:

- Bad experiences, good experiences…

- That tertiary Ne gets me giggling 

- You listen to my opinions and accept them, even if you disagree with them- sometimes you even change yours once you hear mine. I admire this a lot and appreciate it.

- In the grip or looping ESTJ’s have been the most annoyingly patronizing people I have ever met, HOWEVER, healthy ESTJ’s are cool cats and I like you lots. 

ESTP:

- Honestly, dominant Se scares the hell out of me and I don’t know how you survive. 

- Bluntly honest, smart, caring- good good good.

- Always willing to help you

- Very eager to learn 

- Charming and hilarious

ESFP:

- Met two kinds of ESFP’s- shy and standoffish but sweethearts, and GO GO GO GO GOGO GOGOOG.

- Okay so once my ESFP friend slid down a 20 metre long railing with rocks beneath it and I almost died because YOU COULD HAVE DIED

- “I’m looking for a girl that will encourage me to slide down railings.”

- So much love to give, so many hugs.

- Please stop shaking it’s like a big chihuahua

ENFP:

- I can’t keep up with you but it’s so good

- I’m smiling at you in admiration 90% of the time

- Cute 

- Gets everything done somehow and has fun doing it?

- Doesn’t like emotions but is simultaneously the most emotive person ever.

ENTP:

- Everything, I love everything.

- Devils Advocate TM

- Very concerned and caring

- The memes are revolutionary

- Has a joke for every situation

- Cool nerd TM

- Stares at people lovingly when you don’t think I can see you doing it.

ESFJ:

- STOP. WORRYING.

- Takes responsibility for everything

- Actually hilarious

- Loves all boys

- Hates all boys

- Doesn’t give themselves enough credit

ENFJ:

- So much Disney

- So. much.

- Loves INTP’s too much

- Incredibly strong people

- Once they have a vision they go at it full throttle 

- Want’s everyone to be happy

- Hates conflict

ENTJ:

- The grand master

- I am terrified of you but i love you

- Gets it done

- Visionary’s

- Can get caught up sometimes and needs a friend to talk to

- Makes a lot of enemies accidentally, and a lot of the time on purpose

- Get’s annoyed when I make jokes about things that are unrealistic 

-but I keep doing it because I know it annoys you and I’m sorry

List of things I will never get over

-How quickly Steve and Danny meant the world to each other and still do, even if they fight a lot sometimes (read: all the time).

-How Steve and Danny look at each other. I mean… are you seeing this???

Originally posted by alohaspaceman

-Steve loving Grace and Charlie like they’re his own kids, and having adorable moments with them.

-Steve and Danny risking everything to save each other, more than once.

-THIS MOMENT!! MY HEART JUST MELTS.

Originally posted by alohaspaceman

-THIS WHOLE SCENE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. They look like a family, and I will literally fight anyone that dares to disagree with me.

Originally posted by nici-unicorn

-THE HUGS, more of those please!! Like, are you kidding me??? How cute can you two be???

Originally posted by iam-gs

- And of course, last but not least, the few but very meaningful “I love you” moments that Steve and Danny have shared.

Originally posted by transientmorality

If you haven’t watched Hawaii 5-0 yet, you really should. Gifs in this post are made by: alohaspaceman, nici-unicorn, iam-gs & transientmorality.

Once

So, I wrote a thing and I’ve never written a thing before and shared it so go a little easy on me. 
This idea popped into my mind and idk. Cas is grumpy, human, and a little needy. 

1311 words. 


It was too cold. Since when does the bunker get this cold?  

The sheets were too scratchy. Why are they so scratchy?

His legs ached. Dean was talking too loud.

Cas huffed and gripped his blanket harder, yanking it up to his chin and settling again. This routine was all too familiar; feeling every little fiber of the pillow beneath his head, hearing every shaky breath he inhales. Laying in his feelings. Feelings of all things.

Once, he thought, I was an angel; an all powerful, full authority, eyeball burning angel. Feelings were abstract. Once.

Once.

If he could go back, which, if he were still an angel, he could, would he make the same choices as the first time? The fall, the army, playing God, losing it all, countless mistakes, for a couple of humans? Was humanity worth his downfall?

On the one hand, these mistakes showed Castiel free will. They showed him a way out of being a mindless soldier, that there are things, and people, he had yet to understand, that he wanted to understand. It’s funny to him, really, how he has watched humanity since creation, watching them evolve, adapt, change, break each other, and mend each other. He watched since his own creation, and yet, being here, on Earth, it was so much harder. What’s that saying? Becoming a part of humanity was easier “said than done.” On the other hand, Castiel is looked down upon (literally and figuratively) by his brothers and sisters.

It was worth it. They are worth it. He is worth it. 

His eyelids heavily drooped closed, his head fuzzy. Success.

Why don’t we ever talk about what’s going on? Is there even really something going on? Is it worse to try something and fail, or to not try at all?

Damn his brain, damn it all, for letting him reach the rim of sleep before yanking him back to the beginning. These nights were the worst, when his thoughts wandered to the edge of existential crisis, just enough to charge him with apprehension. He preferred the nights where he lied awake, tossing and turning and thinking, but thinking about things like bees and honey and the flowers; going through the motions of nature, in a state not quite peace or even aggravation from being awake, but somewhere blissfully and ignorantly in between.

It reminds him of Dean. Dean, the righteous man, the savior of his brother, of everyone. The one who started the apocalypse, Michael’s sword, a Knight of Hell, and, no matter how much he denies it, a hero. The fact is, Dean’s helped save hundreds of people, not to mention the world. He’s stopped the world from crashing and burning multiple times. He can’t deny that. How can he deny that he’s a hero when he’s saved so many? Saved Castiel himself?

He was tired. Why couldn’t his brain just settle down and let him get some seemingly deserved sleep?

Huffing for the hundredth time, Cas sat up and grasped his thin, almost hospital-like blanket and wrapped it around himself. He trudged to the door, flinging it open dramatically. As he started down the hall, that gruff and maddening, yet enchanting voice grew louder, causing Cas to grin sleepily despite himself.

What am I doing?

He was so fed up with this. This dancing around, not acknowledging what was always so close, hanging in the air, close enough to touch, but too far to clutch, to hold. He was going to settle this once and for all. If this went sideways, that would make Cas the worst at reading people than anyone in the entirety of his existence.

The walk to the library was long and foreboding. Sam and Dean were still up for some reason, talking. Talking too loud, he might add, about what seemed to be anything and everything; although, that could just be concluded from his irritation.

When he finally approached the war room, his heart started beating double time. The table was occupied by the familiar hooded outlines of the Winchesters, the only sounds being their voices and the beer bottle Dean was holding in his hand and idly rolling on the table. He looked stressed, from what Castiel could tell in the dim lamp light. For some reason, this observation set him off. His mouth went from a soft smile to a hard line as he stomped his way over to Dean.

Sam smiled when he first noticed Castiel. “Hey, Ca-”

Dean was looking at him. Always looking at him. Always staring. Always knowing.

Cas ignored Sam, and stomped straight up to Dean’s seat. Dean furrowed his brow, noticing the grim look on Cas’ face. Of course he’s wearing a damn flannel in the middle of the night.  The flannel pissed him off. It elated him. He grabbed the collar of it.

“Cas, what is going on?” The first time Dean spoke to him that night. Cas ignored him. He yanked his infuriating human up by the collar of his flannel, and began pulling him out of the war room. Sam shot his brother a worried look while Dean’s feet stumbled over themselves, trying to keep up with Cas’s dragging pace. He looked back at Sam with wide eyes and threw his hands up in confusion.

They finally made it back to Cas’s room. When Cas shut the door behind them, Dean finally spoke up again.

“Cas, what the hell, man? What’s going on?”

“You’re so infuriating, you know that? ‘What’s going on’? Sitting there in your dumbass flannel with your beer and your voice.”

“My voice? What are you going on about? You’re not making sense.” Cas ignored him and walked back to him. He grabbed Dean’s flannel again, and began pushing it down his arms. Dean stepped back, face red.

“Woah, man - I don’t-”

“Yes, you do.” Cas held his eyes, challenging him to disagree. Dean huffed and took the flannel off the rest of the way, leaving it on the floor, still looking at Cas with a flushed face. Cas only pointed to the bed, waiting for Dean to comply.

Once dean was flannel-less and moving to lay on the bed, Cas, still drowning in his blanket, made it to the other side of the bed and laid down and got comfortable. Dean hesitated, watching Cas’ every move with careful eyes. Castiel’s eyes, though, were rolling into the back of his head at Dean’s hesitance. He rolled over to face the nervous hunter, reaching out and grabbing his hand. He yanked the man down and onto his bed, grinning smugly when he succeeded.

Cas didn’t want to waste anymore time. He was done playing these games. Of the stares, the feather light touches, the unspoken words, hanging in the air at the end of every conversation with him and Dean.

The former angel rolled back over, still holding Dean’s hand, and scooted backwards until his back was pressed against Dean’s chest. He took Dean’s arm and pulled it across his stomach, keeping his hand on top of Dean’s, interlacing his fingers with his in a backwards hand hold. Dean let out a breath he was holding and relaxed into Castiel, pulling him closer and resting his head between his angel’s shoulder and head, getting a whiff of his own shampoo that Cas borrowed, heat blooming in his chest.

Castiel’s eyes closed, a sleepy smile on his face. Finally. Success.

He could feel Dean’s own lips turned upward as he sighed one last time.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Dean didn’t have to respond. He knew. Cas was asleep in minutes.

Cas used to be an all powerful, full authority, eyeball burning angel once. He gave it all up for one human, mistakenly, he had thought. Once he would have given anything and everything to be what he used to be again, not some weak human being.

Once.

Pink Diamond was born on Earth!

Why else is there a huge hole in Russia??

And why is Pink Diamond seen bursting out of the ground?

It’s not uncommon for us to think Pink Diamond was the “youngest” of the Diamonds, but… what if we’re right, and she was. Where was she born?
I offer up this idea: Pink Diamond was born on Earth, with the intent of starting a colony on Earth once she was ‘of age’ to do so. This is why the Moon Base is White, because Pink Diamond was still learning how to lead.

I hear Pink diamond is thought to be a military commander, and I don’t necessarily disagree with that idea. It could be what happened was: Homeworld tried to grow their influence and power and made Pink Diamond in an effort to achieve that. Pink Diamond started making Quartzes, and instead of being unquestionably loyal warriors, they ended up with gems that were too independent for their own good, ultimately leading to the Gem War.

Due to this “You’ll have to excuse them, they’re from Earth” mentality, and the idea that Pink’s zoo is seen as a sort of “weird fascination”; I think this points to Earth being Pink’s birthplace.

Also, another idea why Earth is Pink’s birthplace, note the Murals:

Every diamond is gazing at a planet. What if these planets are where the Diamonds were made?

I may be wrong, but it’s interesting isn’t it?

How Do I Look? - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Hi! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is chubby and she has a crush on jughead but she doubts herself? Thanks so much

A/N — Aaa, I thought this request was too cute! I related to this a lot, since I do have BDD and I constantly put myself down for my weight, I know how hard it can be to accept yourself for you are. If you are going through a rough time about something similar and if you ever feel like you don’t fit in because of the way you look, I’m sure you guys are absolutely stunning. Everyone has their flaws and it can be hard to deal with on a daily basis, but trust me, you’re beautiful. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1135

Warnings: Negative self talk, weight issues

(Y/N) , (S/C) , (Y/L/N) , (E/C) — Your name, skin colour, your last name, eye colour

She just stared at herself through the mirror in her room. She stared over what she was wearing, how she was wearing it, and what she thought about herself wearing it. It started from the top of her head to the bottom of her ankles. A shaky exhale managed to escape her lips, fighting back negative thoughts that surrounded her mind. (Y/N) was getting ready for a party that night. Her best friend and childhood crush, Jughead Jones, was over at her house as he was staying the night. You picked out what you were planning to wear to the party, something casual and not too fancy, just anything that made you feel comfortable. Once again, you eyed yourself over at the black skirt that clung to your (S/C) hips with a grey shirt tucked into it. Jughead walked out from the bathroom, finished getting changed as he didn’t want to invade your privacy.

“Almost ready?” He said, looking down at his phone as he was texting Archie for details. “As much as I hate parties, free food and music isn’t too bad.” He chuckled still keeping his eyes on his phone as he finished off writing his text, putting it in the back of his jeans as he finally made eye contact with you. His eyes widening, so captivated by such a beautiful sight, he was literally speechless. He swallowed hard, stuttering for the right words to come out so he didn’t make a full out of himself in front of such a stunning being. (Y/N) turned around from looking at herself in the mirror, now facing Jughead as her (E/C) eyes met his blue ones.

“W-Why are you staring? Is it the outfit? I-I knew I should have changed, and God it’s last minute, we’ll be late for the party!” (Y/N) blurted out, everything that could possibly go wrong rushed through her head. Jughead knew that she was freaking out about going the party, honestly he wouldn’t blame her, as he himself wasn’t in such a party mood, but anything to please the luck of the chances of getting somewhere with his all time crush, (Y/N), he did anything to make her happy.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), d-don’t freak out. What’s bothering you, can I help out?” Jughead asked, now scared that he did something wrong like walking in while she was still getting ready. He places his hands on her shoulders keeping her still.

“It’s just…” She paused. “I look so fat. What am I saying, I am so fat. All I see all the time is fat attached to my skin. Why can’t I just look like Betty or Veronica or Cheryl? T-They have the most perfect ideal bodies and I’m just the chubby girl.” You explained, tears now forming in your eyes. Jughead now could clearly tell that this issue had been upsetting you for a while as she told him. Although to Jughead, he never noticed her weight or her appearance in a bodily manner until she pointed it out until now. Jughead, since he could remember, loved (Y/N) for her beauty as well as her personality.

“So what you’re telling me is that you think you’re fat? (Y/N), come here for a ‘sec.” Jughead pulled you over to him, staring straight into your eyes, before he slowly turned you around as you now faced the mirror that knew you so fondly. “What do you see?”

“Everything wrong with myself. My hips, my thighs, my arms, I see an ugly person.” She fought back breaking down in front of him, as she closed her eyes so she didn’t want to look anymore longer. She paused, opening her eyes. “Juggie? What do you see?”

“Well, do you want to know what I see? I see the most beautiful girl a guy could ever meet. I see the most beautiful best friend who I’ve come to cherish for so many years. Do you really want to know what I see?” Jughead walked closer behind you, now standing against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he laid his chin to rest on your shoulder, leaning down to match each other’s height. “I see you as I’ve seen, a-and came to love.” That caught you by surprise. In a million years, you never thought that your crush, Jughead Jones, loved you back. Yet again would use that specific term in general, as you knew so much about his past and his family and friends. You turned around, now facing him as his hands still held onto your waist. His gaze was deep into yours, gulping hard once again as he figured out something to say, that was until (Y/N) caught him off guard.

“Jughead Jones, do you realise that you are the most gorgeous human I have ever met with the most beautiful soul?” She asked, placing her hand up to rest on his cheek, as he smiled down at her.

“I agree to disagree, but thank you. It… it really means a lot.” Jughead smiled back at her.

“Also, about what you said before… d-do you love me?” She bit down on her bottom lip. Jughead looked down, before adjusting the beanie that clung onto the back of his head.

“I… yes. I have for, God, I don’t even know how long. But yes, I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He looked down at her, hoping there would be a hopeful reaction to have come out of her. A tear quickly ran down her cheek, her first instinct before she broke out into a cheesy grin. Jughead quickly freaked out, thinking it was a turn for the worse. “W-what’s wrong? W-Was it something I said?” You giggled, looking up at him as he wiped that tear that was still stuck to your cheek.

“No, no, no! Jug, I’m okay, just relax will you?” You laughed, feeling now both of his hands now placed on your cheeks. “I’m crying out of happiness, I-I never thought you’d like me back.” At this point, Jughead was now laughing along with you as he held onto your face.

“Can I kiss you, now?” He asked, trying to stop laughing until you stood up onto your tiptoes to meet your lips with his, closing both of your eyes as you shared your moment together until finally pulling away.

“Do you mind if we ditch? I’d rather stay home and have a horror movie marathon.” (Y/N) suggested, placing her forehead against Jughead’s.

“Can we please?!” Jughead asked in such an excited tone, removing his forehead from hers, taking her hand as they both rushed downstairs to the living room.

A/N — No offence, but I’m incredibly proud of myself for writing this. I thought the ending was cute and honestly, would you rather go to a party or stay home alone with Jughead to have a movie marathon? Once again, I hope you enjoyed!

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Hope you are feeling better, and thank you so much for creating YCPfE. Not sure if you're still accepting kink prompts, but you mentioned that Viktor waxes 8D So.. just wondering if we could get a scene where he waxes Yuuri. Thought it'd be pretty hilarious and well. Sexy. Thank you!! :3

I don’t think I’ll be able to put it in YCPfE, so here’s a little something for you:


“Are you sure about this?” Yuuri asks Victor warily as he sits on the edge of the soft table.

“It’s fine,” Victor nods with a smile. “I get it done all the time. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Yuuri crosses his arms across his chest to cover his nipples that are peaked because of the cool air in the room. “Yeah, well, I’ve got sensitive skin,” Yuuri pouts. Victor is just as peculiar about his skin-care regimen, so Yuuri believed him when he told Yuuri that he’d enjoy the feeling of being waxed. 

“It’s better for you than shaving,” He’d said. 

But Yuuri is starting to get more nervous the closer it gets to having hot wax on him. Because Victor has convinced him to go all-out. Which meant he’d made an appointment for not just his chest (although, what was the point, really, since he barely had any hair on the majority of his torso), but also his… down there. 

“It’ll feel so good at the end, though,” Victor says. Yuuri has the distinct feeling he’s not actually doing it for himself, but it’s for Victor. He was fine sticking to trimming and shaving, honestly. But it’s hard to say no to Victor when he brings out those puppy dog eyes he’s learned from Maccachin. 

There’s a light tap on the door before a young woman enters quietly. “Hello Mr. Katsuki,” she says, closing the door behind her. 

“Hello,” he nods. He’s not sure if he’d prefer his esthetician to be male or not. But since she has a special certificate to work on… well, balls, he figures that he might as well trust her. 

Victor gives her a dazzling smile. “I’m Victor. I hope it’s okay for me to be here. Yuuri really wants the emotional support, you know.”

She smiles back and nods. “Sure. Okay, and if you’re ready to start, I’ll just ask you to take off your underwear, Mr. Katsuki,” she says, setting up her supplies next to the wax that’s already hot to the side of the table. 

Victor, for his part, moves away and around the other side so he’s completely out of the way. Yuuri takes one last look at Victor and then at the woman before carefully stepping off the table and slipping out of his boxers. 

He carefully lays down, face-up, on the table, keeping his eyes on the ceiling instead of what the woman is doing. He doesn’t really want to see the hot wax because he might chicken out. Victor just grins down at him.

After a few moments, the woman turns back to him, having everything prepped and ready. “If you’re ready, Mr. Katsuki, we’ll start.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives a quick nod. 

After doing a quick cleansing, she starts with his chest, smearing hot wax across the part with hair. The pain when she rips it off is more than he’s used to and his eyes tingle with a couple reflexive tears. He glares up at Victor, who is still grinning. 

“Did you want to hold my hand?” Victor coos. 

Yuuri is about to say ‘no’, but the next strip is just as painful, and he automatically moves his hand to grasp Victor’s. It hurts, but thankfully it’s a pain he can live with. 

But then, once she’s finished with his chest, she moves further down. She directs his legs open so she has full access. There’s not a lot of people that have seen this part of him and he feels fairly self-conscious with a stranger peering at his bits. But Victor squeezes his hand lightly and distracts him for a moment. 

There’s only so much distracting he can do, however, because as soon as the first bit is ripped off, Yuuri knows this was a bad idea. It hurts so badly. “I hate you,” he tells Victor. “You’re an asshole.”

Victor just laughs. 

He was lying, the bastard. Just because he’s had it done for years and is impervious to the pain now doesn’t mean Yuuri won’t hurt. 

“You owe me,” Yuuri tells him through gritted teeth after the next pull. Victor just keeps laughing. 


“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Victor asks once they’re out of the salon and on their way home. 

“It was,” Yuuri disagrees. 

“It would have been better if she was nice enough to let me put the lotion on at the end,” Victor muses, finger pressed to his lips.

“I’m glad. She was efficient. You would have taken your time and I just wanted it to be over.” Yuuri tells him. 

“But it feels good now, right? Nice and smooth.”

“Smooth, yes, but it still kind of hurts,” Yuuri frowns. 

“I can’t wait to take a look myself,” Victor says. “Feel how smooth you are.”

That makes Yuuri look over at him. Victor’s biting his bottom lip. And suddenly understands why Victor had requested he do this. 

“…I expect kisses to make it feel better,” he says.

Victor looks over at him with excitement in his eyes. “Oh. I’ll be thorough.”

Hey guys, my Conspiracy crew, can you do something for me? For yourselves? For literally everyone on this site? Please don’t fight with strangers on the Internet. After all these years I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. There are SO many people on this site that don’t like what we have to say and you know what? That’s perfectly fine. Don’t fight them. Don’t call them names. And you know what else? Don’t stick up for yourselves when they do it to you. Yeah. I’m suggesting you take it.

Everyone on this site is trying to have fun. I get dragged all the time but I’ve never once, not once in a year on this site, engaged someone who vehemently disagreed with me. Anyone can check my blog, you’ll never find an example of me 1) attaching myself to other’s posts to disrespect them 2) publishing hateful anons 3) Calling anyone names 4) giving the microphone to people who don’t like me. It’s not hard.

I once lost 40 followers in one day a few months ago because I stuck up for a Sheriarty blog who, I believed, made a good point. And you know what? Good. I didn’t want those people on my blog anyways.

People are going to attack you all day long. Stay in your own lane. Use the appropriate tags. Don’t take everything personally. We’re here to have fun. How can you possibly have fun arguing with strangers about a TV show? Block who you need to. Avoid certain tags.

People are going to read your blog. They decide if they like what you have to say or if they don’t. The choice is always theirs. No need to assert your ideas to people who don’t agree with you or don’t like what you have to say. Those who want to listen, they will stay. And, honestly, most of those bloggers you don’t like will leave you alone if you leave them alone.

You don’t have to listen to anything i just said, if you don’t want to. This is just a suggestion. But I’m having a great time on this site because I get back what I put in.

maruboi  asked:

Now that Laurent and Damen are married I love the idea of disagreeing on something in court and using time together to convince the other? Like Damen brings a bouquet and Laurents like "aw cute still not using your trading route mon amour." Or Laurent let's Damen do whatever he wants in bed and Damens like "that was fantastic if only your idea for the trading route was just as good querido."

Yes! 

I love the idea of them retaining their own individuality even once they marry and rule jointly. They are separate people with their own priorities and strategies when ruling their countries. They certainly learn from each other: Damen learns from Laurent that not everyone is as genuine as him and Laurent will tell him if he believes a kyroi is going to revolt, and Damen might take Laurent’s policies and be like ‘…you do know it doesn’t have to be this complicated, don’t you? We can get the same result if we just do it this more straight forward way’ and both listen to each other. 

I love the thought of them retaining their ground and actively trying to convince each other that their idea is better with proper reports and statistics and evidence and just acting like kings about it until they come to an agreement. 

I also love the idea that they can separate their public and private lives, so they know if they disagree about trade routes, that doesn’t change their personal relationship. Same with if they have a private argument, they don’t let it affect their kingship and nine times out of ten, the councillors will never even know they have disagreed privately. 

All the yes for Laurent and Damen being competent kings in their own rights and retaining their individuality whilst being in a committed and healthy and loving relationship!

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.3

Originally posted by michaelsrighteyebrow

                                               Part T H R E E

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: i actually really like this part so i hope you guys do, too!! please try and get this to 100 notes (the regular) and im so happy a lot of you are enjoying it. i love your responses abt it so much, it makes me smile lots :] ty bubbas ‘n enjoy !!

Parts: one, two, threefour, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                   I M A G I N E 

 Flight to Helsinki, Finland, 3 Hours In

“Switch with me,” Luke spewed out as you put your magazine down and looked up at him. He was holding tightly on your seat while the plane was entering light turbulence. “Hurry!”

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#238: You Cuddle After Sex

A/N:

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

”Isn’t this lovely?” He asked silently and looked up at the night clouds, stars poking out if you looked closely. You looked up from his chest to stare at him, his fingers lightly dancing over the skin of your spine and slowly formed goosebumps on your arms. “What? The view or you?” You teasingly questioned and shut your eyes just for a brief moment, feeling his chest vibrate in chuckles. You still had your eyes closed but you could tell his smile was growing, shaking his head with a deep blush coming to his cheeks. The wind was cod against his bare shoulders and he could hear the ocean loud from below the balcony but otherwise than that everything was quiet. Your nude bodies were heating each other up below the towel that was wet from the swim, feeling how everything felt so peacefully, the sounds of palm trees brushing their leaves by the wind. “Both,” He agreed, making you look up at him from his chest. “Both the view and you are fantastically lovely.” Shaking your head by his cheesiness you focused back on the navy blue ocean, feeling how your stomach was erupting with a million butterflies.

Calum:

“You know I can already feel tomorrow morning I won’t be able to walk properly.” Your words came out innocent but the way Calum was looking down at you told various other emotions. He was having a wide smirk growing on his face along with his eyebrows wiggling, he didn’t have to say anything to let you know the many different things that were going through his mind at once. “Was it really that bad? You sounded so different during the process.” He laughed more quietly to himself than you, watching you turn around so your stomach was resting on the mattress but your cheek was still pressed against his arm. He was having that smile on his face that told he was so comfortable and by one glance down at the sheets that was barely covering his lower parts you couldn’t stop yourself from hiding your giggling face. “Stop…” He requested sternly but still with softness in his tone and you furrowed your eyebrows confused but continued to make the same face. “Stop being so insanely cute.” He whispered and lowered his lips to your bare shoulder, giving a gentle kiss. “It drives me nuts.”

Michael:

“I think that must have been our record.” He breathlessly said once he had finally calmed down from his heart beating twice its rhythm, his back pressed against the mattress with your head on top of his shoulders. The sheets were messily scattered by the half part of the bed but even if you had disagreed and said it would be too hot Michael had still decided to throw it over your nude bodies just for the coziness. “I can’t believe you’re counting.” You laughed and felt how your eyes followed the lines on the ceiling, your heart beating so harshly you could almost feel it in your chest. “I can’t believe you haven’t cuddled me yet.” “That’s because we’re both sweaty and hot.” A dry laugh came from his lips by your words and he leaned down effortlessly to  grab you by the hips and pull you on top of his glistering chest. “That’s nonsense.” He laughed in disagreement and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you as close as possible and allowed you both to feel how hard your hearts were pounding. “Naked cuddles are my favourite kind of cuddles. There’s no way we’re letting that thing out.”

Ashton:

“We’re never getting out of this bed I’m too comfortable.” He hummed into your ear ever so carefully, yet his words left goosebumps erupt on both your arms that were closely wrapped up in his. His bare chest was breathing heavily against your back, your legs intertwined and a satisfied smile came to his face once he lightly ghosted his hand over your butt. “And this isn’t always I get the chance to touch this without any fabric.” You rolled your eyes by his words and turned around to look at him, his messy sex hair sticking to every direction possible but that didn’t make him less cute than he already was. “We should go shower.” You mentioned, the smell of sweat wouldn’t leave the bedroom and if it was coming from someone it was definitely coming from Ashton. He shook his head in disagreement and placed his head back on top of your bare chest, his hand coming down to rub your skin once again just because he actually could do it. “Can’t, your butt and I have a special meeting in our bed.” He giggled and opened his tired eyes to look at you, giving your butt a small smack.

Can you dislike a show (or the folks behind it) and do it as a good fan?

And more importantly: how?

The  Sherlocked con has me seeing several people vocally, publicly express their frustrations both with the event and also the folks putting it on, how they’re doing that. And it’s not that I always disagree. It’s more that the best parts of fandom (the parts I’m most at home with) tend to take a live-and-let-live approach. If pro-Mofftiss and anti-Mofftiss were ships, this behavior would have me feeling more than a bit …. ehhhh?

Only they’re not ships, they’re existing people who have taken specific actions that has RL consequences, so I’m not sure the standards are quite the same.

Still, I do worry we’re keeping people from enjoying a show they can like in a way we once did. Which still leaves me feeling more than a bit uncomfortable.

So: any thoughts? How can you dislike a show (passionately!), even hate the creators, and still be respectful while doing it?

A Slight Wobble

“You’re wrong on this Y/N. He’s definitely still dreaming.”

You sighed again. Four hours on the plane with Spencer and the test of the team, the best part of those four hours arguing with Reid about a sodding film. 

“Spencer, can we not just agree to disagree here. Please?” You’d had enough. 

“No because I’m right. The totem doesn’t wobble. I’ve just watched it ten times. He’s still dreaming.”

“Spencer, it’s meant to be ambiguous. Why do you think it ends right after the slight wobble? To keep us guessing.”

“There is no wobble.”

Geez, he really hated being disagreed with. Normally, you’d have to agree with him because normally he was right. But this was one of your favourite films that he was talking about, a film you’d watched forty seven times. A film you’d spent an alarming amount of time reading up about after you’d first watched it. 

You looked around at the rest of the team who’d been watching you, arguing back and forward. “Guys…Help, please?" 

JJ leant forward in her seat, "Show me the clip.”

Spencer reset the clip, JJ leaning in to get a better view of the laptop screen. She replayed it once more when it had finished. 

“Spence, it wobbles,” she declared, sitting back in her seat. 

He glared at her. “Well you would agree with Y/N wouldn’t you. Girl power and all that.”

JJ raised her eyebrows at Reid. “How many times do I agree with you Spence? You might be a genius but you’re not right all of the time. I agree with Y/N. It’s meant to be ambiguous, and I see the wobble.”

The rest of the team gathered around his screen ready to cast their opinions on the matter. He replayed the clip again. 

“I dunno Y/N, I don’t see it. I’m with the boy wonder here.” Prentiss sat back down, Spencer flashing a grin at her. 

“Sorry kid, I see it. I’m with the pretty lady.” Morgan punched his shoulder lightly, Reid rubbing his arm at the contact. 

Agent Rossi asked for the clip to be played for a third time, before sitting back down in his seat as the plane started it’s descent. 

“Well?” Spencer asked him. 

“I’m thinking about it.”

Fifteen minutes later, he asked to watch it once more, Reid handing the laptop over to him. Rossi studied the screen once more, as the plane touched down. 

“I don’t see it. I think he’s still dreaming.”

You were two for two now and there was no way Spencer was going to let that happen. 

Spencer turned to his supervisor who was sat beside him. “Hotch, what do you think?" 

"No,” The older Agent replied. 

“See, he agrees with me. I’m right,” he smirked at you, gloating. 

“I’m not agreeing with you Dr Reid, I’m saying no to taking part in this discussion. I’m tired and just want to get off the jet and go home. You’ve rambled on about it for the last few hours. Just agree to disagree. If I hear anymore on the matter, I’ll give you a formal warning.”

“You can’t do that, we’re having a discussion about a film not a case.” Spencer’s tone was one of a child that was being told off. 

“I can and I will. You’re having this discussion on the BAU’s time. And Agent Y/N has already asked you to drop the subject once. She may choose to say that you’re harassing her.”

Haha, you liked that. 

Spencer shut his mouth and turned away from his boss. Aaron Hotchner caught your eye giving you a quick smile to let you know he was joking. 

The jet rolled into the hanger coming to a stop a few moments later. You all stood, gathering your belongings and starting to make your way to the exit door. 

Spencer was stood behind you, sulking at being told off. You heard him mutter under his breath. 

“I still say he’s dreaming.”

“Oh for the love of God!” You spun around to face him, putting your hands out on his chest to stop him walking into you. “Did you not hear Hotch? Shut the hell up already! You may a genius, but you are not always right. For once, either let someone else have an opinion or agree to fucking disagree.”

His eyes were watching your mouth as you continued on your rant.

“The director himself has said the ending is up for debate, it’s meant to make the viewers question what they’ve just watched. It’s meant to make you go home and think about it. Some people see the wobble, some people don’t. But until the director or writer confirm it either way, just accept that you are neither ri……. ”

You would have continued but a pair of lips were suddenly on yours. 

The very lips of the man you’d just been yelling at to be precise. 

And they felt nice. Soft. They moved, applying pressure against yours, a hand snaking out around your waist. You started to match them, your lips parting slightly. 

Just when you felt the tip of a moist tongue slip between your lips you heard cheering and clapping. 

“Way to go pretty boy! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”

You pulled away suddenly remembering where you were, your cheeks flushing red. 

Spencer’s own face was flushed as he opened his mouth, closing it again seconds later as he struggled to think of what to say. 

“What the hell Reid?” you chuckled at him, you were shocked but pleasantly surprised. 

“Erm…. I don’t really know what came over me Y/N. Fuck, I’m so sorry.“ He looked sheepish, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets. 

The rest of time team started to exit the plane, Morgan and Prentiss looking over their shoulders at you both as they did. 

"If you wanted me to stop yelling, all you had to do was agree with me Spence. You didn’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth.”

“I….. Erm….. I…. Um…… Shit. Please don’t slap me! ” Oh he was so awkward and cute right now, you almost forgave him for the past four hours. 

You started walking up the short aisle to the exit, turning around when you realised he wasn’t following you. 

“Come on Spence. I’ll give you a ride home……Also if that’s how you stop me from getting angry at you, maybe I’ll have to yell at you more often…..just saying.” You grinned at him seeing his eyes light up as he started to follow you. 

“Just next time you do that, maybe wait until we don’t have an audience. Okay.”

“Okay…..Do you….do you wanna yell at me now?”

You burst out laughing at him. “Let’s get away from the team first genius.”

He grinned at you, “Okay.” 

I’m seeing a lot of people saying ‘I hated lars initially, he was an asshole! he was created as an antagonist!’ like I understand that he has been mean but I never really saw him as an antagonist? He wasn’t very nice but also wasn’t mean for the sake of being mean, instead I think a lot of his issues stemmed from his own insecurities, which we kinda saw from the beginning. His feelings for Sadie, his attitude towards the cool kids, and his treatment towards Steven all really centered around the fact that he didn’t think they could actually care about him and like him the way he was, hence him pushing people away and defending himself.

It even became literal with him running away to hide instead of helping Sadie, because he has never been able to put himself at risk like that. And sure, it wasn’t really nice or fun, but it felt really…honest? While Sadie and the cool kids are all great and fun characters that are pretty different from how teenagers usually are portrayed, I think Lars has been a really strong contrast from that. The cool kids are so sure of themselves, which is why they’re so good at lifting up people around them and expressing themselves. No matter what Steven and Sadie and the cool kids say or do, Lars couldn’t really act the same way until HE confronted his feelings and learned to move past them and grow.

Turning pink could honestly be a physical representation of that growth, because it was Steven’s fear and choices that finally allowed him to express himself. So I don’t think Lars was ever a villain, and while he wasn’t as nice and fun as the other young people in Beach City, I think it still made sense and didn’t necessarily make his character unlikeable. He has just been a scared teenager who is too insecure about himself to see that those around him aren’t perfect and don’t judge him for his imperfections, and once Steven made him listen and understand that, he could finally learn to be brave and risk himself for the people he cares about, because now he knows they won’t turn on him.

I see a lot of people saying this was his redemption arc, but I disagree. I don’t think he needed a redemption arc, because he didn’t need to be redeemed, he just needed to grow and learn to love himself so he could love the people around him too.

Warmth

Another missing makeout scene, mostly because of @cupcakesandtv.


While Jyn was grateful to have a measure of privacy to change, the tiny compartment didn’t give them much room at all. They brushed elbows more than once and Jyn nearly knocked Cassian over as she tugged the unfamiliar boots on. When she finally straightened up, feeling all wrong in the Imperial uniform, she glanced over her shoulder to see Cassian buckling the belt around his waist. He looked just as strange as Jyn imagined she did.

It clearly wasn’t his first time donning an Imperial uniform. As he adjusted the collar and tugged the hat into place, she saw a closed off look forming on his face. She’d only known him for a matter of days but Jyn knew that this must have been his routine for undercover missions. He put on different clothes and masked everything that made him Cassian. Jyn wasn’t ready for that yet.

She saw a glimpse of who he was beneath everything that the rebellion forced him to be up in the cockpit. The smile that he gave her felt like the home that he’d welcomed her to. Jyn couldn’t help but react to the warm feeling it struck in her, grasping his arm for just a moment as she returned the smile without hesitation. She wanted to see that side of him again, for just a moment.

“Your hat is crooked,” Jyn told him, turning around to face him fully.

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Secret Part 3 [Jughead Jones x Reader]

Request from arronity:  I know you said no part 3 for secret but…. omg, please, for me, can you write the 3rd part? Like it’s been weeks and she’s finally better, maybe she’s starting to date someone else and Jughead is jealous (the type of jealousy where he defends her not to go on the date) and finally one night they talk and he cries and bla bla bla. Lmao, I just love your writings, sorry!

I see that you guys don’t take no for an answer, as I got a few other requests on part 3, haha. It was my pleasure writing this anyway. I know I haven’t posted in a long time, I didn’t have time and I was lazy. But today I saw my crush 4 times in the hallways and I woke up to a pic of KJ’s and I’m all pumped up about writing, at least part 3! 

Part 1
Part 2


It had been a few months now and you were better. You were yourself again and were ready to start dating again. 

Well, not exactly, but Veronica said that it was time for you to go at least on a date with a hot guy from your school and Kevin had the same opinion. So, you did. I mean, not yet. You were working on it.

“You’re sure you’re not doing this just to get at Becky and Jughead?” Kevin asked for the tenth time today.

You and Becky managed to talk again, not like you used to, but baby steps. And you and Jughead were friends, you went out as friends a couple of times and nothing bad happened. Betty and Juggie finally came out as a couple a few days ago, and you tried to be happy. After all, the past is in the past and you were apart of the same group of friends.

“No. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go seduce Archie.” You smiled, and ruffled your  hair so you’d give it a bit of volume. 

Yes, you were trying to get Archie to ask you out. Not because you were trying to get at Betty and Jughead, because he had always been there for you. Not only when you felt miserable because your two favorite people betrayed you, always. He was so sweet, so you said why not give it a shot?

You got to his locker and smiled.

“Hi, Archie, what’s up?” You leaned against the locker next to his. “Nothing much. I wanted to go work on a song outside. Wanna join me?” He smiled. “Sure.”

But he didn’t get to work on the song. Not that he was complaining. You two just sat outside and talked, laughed and enjoyed spending time together. He made you feel so good and he didn’t even seem to be trying.

“Okay, I can’t just wait around, so I will talk.” You said after your laughter died a bit. “I’m listening.” He said. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Will you go on a date with me?” 

He stared at you for a few seconds, and then started chuckling.

“Oh thank god, I was thinking you still needed some time.” He said. “I’ll pick you up this Friday at seven.” He got up. “Great! Where are we going?” You jumped up. “Surprise.” He said, as you two headed to class.


“Are you seriously going on a date with Archie?” Jughead ran into Pop’s. “How did you even find out?” You frowned, taking a sip from your (favorite flavor) milkshake. “Veronica told me.” He sat down. 

You were here for a while and were kinda the only person in here. It was almost eight p.m, but you needed some time to think and Jughead seemed to know that he’d find you here. Because he knows you the best. And that’s crushing you.

“What’s your problem anyway?” You frowned. “Archie! My once best friend, but now close friend.” He said. “Betty! My closest friend but now friendly.” You said. 

There was a moment of silence.

“Touche.” He said, taking a sip from your milkshake. “But you know I still care about you, right?” He added. “Maybe you do. But it’s Archie we’re talking about. He’s the sweetest boy in the whole Universe and don’t you dare disagree.” You said. “When he isn’t fucking music teachers…”Jughead muttered. “Okay, Grundy’s gone. She left Riverdale a month ago. Get over it.” 

He just looked at you, and you looked at him. God, could he be any more perfect? That beautiful raven hair covered by that silly crown beanie that you adore and still want to take from him, just like he took away from you your happiness. Who does he think he is?

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I know, it’s okay.” You smiled and got up. “Now gimme a hug before I leave.” You added, and opened your arms. “I ain’t gonna argue.” He smiled.

Nursey knocked on Dex’s dorm room door again.

“Dex!  Will!  I know you’re in there!” he yelled, “Just let me in!   I need to know you’re ok!”  He’d been there for at least half an hour with no response, and wasn’t sure he expected one.  Still, Nursey wasn’t giving up.  No one had heard from Dex since that morning, and he was worried.

He was relieved when the door opened, but that was short lived, once he saw Dex’s tear streaked face.

“I’m fine.” Dex snapped, and went to close the door.  Without thinking, Nursey stuck his foot in the way, and forced it open.

“You’re clearly not.” Nursey pointed out.  He expected Dex to disagree, to argue, to kick him out, but he just sighed, and walked further into his room.  Nursey followed, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up?” Nursey asked casually as he sat into Dex’s desk chair, and Dex curled up at the top of his bed.

Dex stayed quiet, playing with his sleeves and staring at his blanket.

“Will,” Nursey said. Dex looked up at the use of his first name.  “What’s wrong?  What happened?”  Nursey was worried he was being blunt, and harsh, but he needed to know what was wrong with Dex so he could fix it.

“I…it’s nothing.” Dex mumbled.  Nursey felt his heart clench at how quiet he sounded.  William Poindexter was many things, but quiet wasn’t one of them.

It was one of the many reasons Nursey loved him.

“Rubbish” Nursey said, trying to hide how he felt.  “That’s a lie Will.  What happened?  Why are you so sad?  Where’s Tanner?”

At the mention of his boyfriend, Will burst into tears.  He hid his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his sobs.

“Dex?” Nursey asked cautiously.  A million awful scenarios ran through his mind as to why that question would make Dex cry.  “Where is Tanner?”

“We…he….Tanner dumped me.” Dex managed to sob out.  “He dumped me and I don’t know why!  I thought we were great together!  And he broke up with me.  And I don’t know what I did, but he’s gone.”

Nursey felt like his heart was breaking.  Dex, brilliant, smart, beautiful, Dex, was hurting, and blaming himself for it.  He was sobbing his heart out, and Nursey didn’t know what to do to help him feel better.

“Dex,” he began, unsure what he was planning to say after that.  “Dex.  It’s not your fault.”

Dex shook his head, no.

“It’s not.  Just because Tanner couldn’t see how amazing you are-“Nursey tried, but Dex interrupted him.

“Stop, Nursey.  Just stop.  I-I don’t want to talk right now” Dex snapped.

“Ok,” Nursey said. “Ok.  How about I just sit with you, yeah?”

Dex nodded, and Nursey moved over to his bed.

“Could you-?” Dex asked quietly, before stopping.

“Could I what Will?” Nursey asked, knowing already he’d say yes to anything Dex asked of him, especially right now.

“Could you hold me?” Dex asked. “It’s ok if you don’t want to.  And I’m sorry for snapping at you.” He said in a rush.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nursey assured, pulling Dex close to him. “It’s all gonna be alright Dex.”

“How?”  Dex asked, pulling away slightly to look Nursey in the eye.  “How’s it all going to be ok?  My first boyfriend dumped me. I loved him so much Nurse. How is it all going to be alright?!”

“I don’t know yet Dex,” Nursey admitted.  “But it will be.”

They sat in silence for a while, Nursey holding Dex close as he cried.

*

The next morning, Nursey called for Dex before morning practice.

“C’mon Dexy!” he encouraged “We got pucks to hit!”

“I don’t really feel like it.” Dex said miserably. “I just wanna sleep”

“Sleep after practice man. I know you have a few hours off then.” Nursey said. “Practice might make you feel better you know.”

Dex stared at him a moment, thinking.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely!” Nursey said with a grin.  “And I’ll bring over pizza later if you come.”

“And ice cream?” Dex asked, hesitantly.

“Of course bro!”

“Okay. Just…..gimme a minute” Dex said, and closed his door as he went to get ready.

Nursey smiled. This was progress.  He quickly text Chowder to let him know Dex was coming to practice, and not to mention Tanner.  By the time he received Chowder reply, Dex was ready to go.

*

Later that evening, Nursey called over to Dex’s dorm with pizza and ice cream.  He pulled up a movie on his laptop and they watched and ate in silence for a while.  It was nice.

By the time the movie ended, Dex was curled up against Nursey’s side, and Nursey had his arm around him.

“I just.  I really loved Tanner.” Dex said out if the blue. “And I know it’s dumb to be this upset over my first boyfriend but-“

“Being upset isn’t dumb Dex. You’re feelings are valid.” Nursey interrupted.  Dex looked at him considering, before he nodded, and then continued.

“It’s just. He was my first boyfriend. He helped me come out to my family, and supported me through everything with my brother afterwards,” Dex explained. Nursey nodded in understanding - he remembered how Dex’s brother had reacted to Dex coming out, and how it had affected him.

“And he helped me to feel more comfortable here.  I know this is Samwell, and there’s the whole “1 in 4” thing, but he helped me brave enough to go to Winter Screw with a date.  And it was such an amazing night.” Dex said, his eyes filled with tears. He was holding them back though, and Nursey realised how much he needed to get through this right now.  To get his feelings off his chest.

“It’s was amazing.” Dex said, “Our first screw together. He looked so good in his suit.  And he told me I looked handsome. No one ever said that about me before.  And he brought me flowers.  Plastic ones because of my allergies.  And we went to dinner first. He wanted to treat me but I argued and he let me split the bill.” Dex laughed at the memory, the sound surprising Nursey. “And then he bought us both desserts anyway. I was so stuffed by the time we got to the Screw; I didn’t think we’d be able to dance.”

“I can’t actually dance,” Dex continued with a sad smile “Tanner said he’d cover for me.  He led all the dances and I still stood on his feet like 10 times.  He just laughed every time.  Told me I was getting better, and I’d be a great dancer by our next screw.  An-and now we’re not going to be going together.” Dex wiped at his tears as they fell, but couldn’t stop them.

“I just. I don’t know why he dumped me!” he said angrily, voice hoarse from his tears.   He stood up, and began pacing the room as he spoke. “We were good together!  I was a good boyfriend. I talked to him about how I felt; I listened to him as well!  I helped him when he needed it, and did my best not to shut him out when I needed help!  I paid for dates just as much as he did!  I went to his swimming competitions when I could!  I didn’t pressure him to coming to the hockey games when he was busy!  I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS NURSEY!” Dex yelled. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID WRONG! WHAT DID I DO?” and then, quieter, looking at Nursey as though he might know the answer “What’s did I do wrong?”

“Will- you didn’t-. It isn’t because of you. Tanner just doesn’t see how great a boyfriend you were.” Nursey said, trying to comfort him.  He wasn’t really great at it though, but he was doing his best for Dex.

“If I was so great why’d he dump me?” Dex asked angrily.

“Because he’s an idiot.” Nursey said simply.  He surprised a laugh out of Dex, which he considered a good thing.

“Is he though?  I mean, he’s best in his classes.  He gets really good grades.” Dex said sadly.

“Yeah, but he dumped you. And that’s the dumbest thing ever.” Nursey said.  He wanted to tell Dex he would never do that to him, never break his heart into pieces like Tanner had.    But he knew now wasn’t the time.

“You’re too good for him Dex, and someday he’s going to see that and realise that dumping you was the dumbest decision of his life.” Nursey said instead.  Dex was quiet, staring at him in shock for a minute.

“You really think so?” he asked unsurely.

“I know so.” Nursey said confidently.  If he was Tanner, he’d be kicking himself right now.

“You really think I’m too good for Tanner?  Tanner, captain of the swim team?  Tanner, who everyone wants to be with?  Tanner, who’s funny and sweet, and kind, and -?” Dex stopped, as he felt tears coming on again.  “You really think I’m too good for him?”

“You really are Dex.” Nursey said. “You’re smart, and kind, and honest, and hardworking, and witty, and helpful, and.  And Tanner’s the dumbest man alive if he doesn’t see all that!” Nursey practically shouted the last part, and Dex stood looking at him.

“That-.  That’s …. Um… Thanks Nursey.” Dex managed after a while.  Nursey couldn’t read his thoughts from his face, but he hoped Dex didn’t know how close he’d just come to revealing his feelings for him.

Nursey sat uncomfortably on Dex’s bed, trying to change the subject in case Dex was about to ask him about that.

“Want to watch another movie?” he asked quickly.  Dex nodded, and sat next to Nursey on the bed again.  Nursey put on the first movie he saw, not really watching it, but watching Dex instead.  Dex, who looked sad and confused and angry and like he wasn’t watching the movie either, but was too deep in his own thoughts and feelings to even call Nursey out for staring at him.

Nursey was worried about him.

*

“You haven’t been to a kegster since you started dating him.” Nursey pointed out.

“Because they’re for drinking and hook-ups, and Tanner and I were exclusive.” Dex argues back.

“Just come for an hour, walk around with some tub juice, talk to the team, complain about Holster’s taste in music with me, eat something Bitty baked, and if you hate it, we’ll leave then.” Nursey tried.  Dex hadn’t been out of his room much apart from meals, class, and practise, and he was worried about him.  The whole team was worried about him.  Nursey would only be able to keep them all from arriving in Dex’s dorm in well-meant concern for so long.

“Half an hour.” Dex bargained.

“40 minutes.” Nursey responded, and Dex nodded his agreement.

“And no more?”

“And no less.”

This was a great idea.

*

This was an awful idea.

At first it had been good. They’d played pong, talked to the team, had some pie, and chirped Holster for his music taste.

Nursey had decided he needed some air, and Dex had come with him to the porch.  It was full of people, some talking, some drinking, and some making out.  They were mostly strangers, except for the girl with green hair from his poetry class, and her girlfriend, a guy from his crit group and his datemate, and

Tanner.

The guy he was making out with was a stranger though.

Nursey turned around, hoping to steer Dex back inside before he saw but it was too late.

“Tanner?!” Dex froze on the porch, shocked to see him.

Tanner pulled away from the guy he was kissing, and threw a look at him over his shoulder.

“Oh, hey Will.” he greeted casually.  Nursey wanted to punch him in the face.

“What….what are you doing?” Dex managed to ask.

“I’m just enjoying the party.” Tanner said, and turned back to the guy he was with.

“It’s our 6 month anniversary.” the guy he was with said happily.

“Your what?” Nursey choked out.  As far as he knew, Dex and Tanner had been dating for the last 7 months.

“But.  But you can’t be….Tanner and I were.  We were.  We.” Dex stuttered out in shock.  “We were together.”

“We were good friends, yeah man.” Tanner said.

“Good friends?  We were…..we were good friends?!” Dex said in shock.  “Tanner I-“

“Yeah, I’ll see you around man.”  Tanner said, and turned back to his boyfriend.

Nursey needed to get Dex out of there.

“Why don’t we go back to your dorm Dex?” he suggested, guiding him off the porch and away from the Haus.  Dex nodded and walked with him quietly, still in shock.

They were about halfway back to the dorm rooms when Dex stopped.

“He was cheating on me.” Dex said.  “He. He started dating someone. He.  Tanner was dating someone else.  He.  Nursey he was cheating on me.”

“Dex….Will.” Nursey had no idea what to say.  “I’m sorry Will.  He shouldn’t have done that to you.  He didn’t deserve you.”

“But he…I didn’t…I’m so stupid.” Dex said.  “I actually believed he loved me”

“You’re not stupid Will. You deserve better than that.  You didn’t deserve that.” Nursey tried. “You deserve better than that”

“I don’t.  i. I don’t know Nursey.  I.  I trusted him so much.  And he did this.   I…I- UGH.” Dex shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration  

“Hey, Will.  Dex.  Will.” Nursey said again, pulling him close to him.  “You’re ok.  It’s ok.” Nursey assured him.  “Tanners an idiot and you deserve so much better than an idiot.”

“Like who?” Dex asked, “Who do I deserve?”

“Me.” Nursey said, regretting it instantly.  Now was not the time.  

“You?  What?” Dex spluttered in shock.  He pulled away from Nursey and stared at him.

“I’m sorry, Will. That was inappropriate.  I’m so sorry” Nursey apologised, but Dex cut him off.

“You like me?” Dex asked.

Nursey nodded, holding his breath for Dex’s reaction.  He hoped against hope he wouldn’t be mad, or upset.

“I.  Derek” Dex ran his hand through his hair as he spoke, a nervous habit he’d picked up since starting at Samwell.    “Derek, I can’t right now.  This is too much.”

“I know.  Will I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“I just.  Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Dex asked, “I…I just want be alone for a while.”

“Will-“

“I’m going back to my dorm. Can we talk tomorrow?” Dex asked.

“Yeah.  Of course.  Anything you want.” Nursey said “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Okay.” Dex said, and nodded to himself.  “Okay, I’ll see you then”

“Will you be ok getting back to you dorm?” Nursey asked.  

Dex nodded, and left, heading back to his dorm quickly.

*

Nursey showed up at his dorm at 10 am the next morning, hoping it wasn’t too early.  He stood outside for another 5 minutes, debating whether to knock now or not.  Steeling his nerves, he knocked, and Dex opened it immediately.

“Hey” Nursey said quietly.

“Hi” Dex said, “Um, you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Nursey said, trying to sound casual.  He followed Dex into the room, and sat on his desk chair, as Dex sat on his bed again.

“So…” Nursey started after an awkward silence.

“So.  Um. About last night.” Dex started awkwardly.  “About what you said.”

“Listen, Will, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” Nursey apologised again.

“It’s ok.  It’s just.  I can’t be in a relationship right now” Dex said.  “I’m sorry Derek, but after everything with Tanner…” Dex stopped, swallowing back a sob.

“It’s okay, I understand Will.  I’d never push you into a relationship when you’re not ready.” Nursey said.

“Can we still be friends?”  Dex asked quietly, looking worried.

“Of course.  If you want to be.  I want to still be friends.” Nursey said.

“Yeah.  And.” Dex stopped, looking at Nursey nervously. “Maybe someday we could… maybe we could date?  I don’t know yet.  But maybe.”

Dex smiled at him nervously, and Nursey smiled back at him.

They were gonna be okay.

HEALER OF HEARTS [GEORGE WEASLEY]

summary: in which george weasley injures himself on purpose after one interesting conversation with a healer at st. mungo’s hospital for magical maladies and injuries.

a/n: i don’t know, i had this idea after rereading the chapter in order of the phoenix where they visit arthur and you know blah blah. this takes place like maybe 2 years or more after the battle of hogwarts. (also, excuse my bad reasons for making george go bc i’m not familiar too much lmao and sorry too for my lack of knowledge in treating things)

p.s. expect a part two 😊

Masterlist + Request here!

     It was very unlikely for George Weasley to commit mistakes now that he has almost mastered all of the techniques in doing the products he sold at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes — though ever since his twin brother died and was no longer there to help him, things were getting out of hand and he found himself injuring himself more than usual, much to his chagrin.

     Now, he was walking along the corridors of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries in deep resentment to the dragon that he tried getting a sample from for another one of his future projects, clutching onto his hand that hurt like mad, eager to go to the healer to get it done.

     As he entered the room, the smell of various potions hit him hard, but it didn’t seem to bother him too much because when he recovered, his eyes slightly widened at the sight of the beautiful girl who was treating a young boy, apparently already finished wrapping the bandage on its leg when their eyes met, the stranger focusing her gaze then on George’s injured hand where the dragon burned him.

     "Bloody hell.“ She widened her eyes, grabbing her wand from her pocket and approaching him. "What happened?”

    George’s mouth felt dry as he stared at her in awe.

    “Sir,” said the healer, “what happened?” she repeated for he didn’t manage to reply.

    “What?” asked George, staring at her eyes before glancing at his hand that was throbbing. “Oh, uh, I got burned.”

     She tried to suppress a snort but failed. “Burned by what? I need details, Sir.”

     "Call me George, Sir makes me feel old.“ smiled George (Merlin’s beard, kill me now. he thought to himself for his bad attempt to flirt). "And I was burned by a dragon. Yep, those big nasty creatures.”

     "Okay, George.“ She chuckled because of his behavior. "Why don’t we go over there and I’ll treat it for you?”

    George nodded. “Sure, do anything you want.”

    The healer gave him a funny look but it didn’t look like she was mad about it. Shrugging, she nodded at the vacant bed where George obeyed her instructions and sat down, watching her carefully as she summons an empty basin. While he squinted his eyes a little bit, he saw her name in front of her white robes.

      “Y/L Y/L/N.” muttered George louder than intended, the witch’s eyes glancing at him as she whips her wand and a blue liquid got out of the end of it. “Er — just reading your name tag.” He pointed at it with his free hand.

      She smiled, placing the basin beside him once she was done. “Well, regarding about your condition, it’s a good thing it’s only a second-degree burn. Just put your hand inside this — it’ll hurt but only for like a minute or two — and just keep it in there for fifteen more minutes, alright?”

      George nodded, following what she said and pushing his fist with the burned area inside. He yelped and almost pulled away because of the extreme pain he was feeling, more painful when the dragon burned him. Y/N though seemed to be anticipating it and held him in place, a hand on his wrist.

      “If you let go and put it back, it’ll hurt more.” She said.

      He winced. “How long again?”

      She gave him a breathtaking grin. “One more minute.”

      “But that —” he gritted his teeth when the pain grew worse “ — takes so long.”

      “Then you shouldn’t have played with a dragon.” pointed out Y/N.

       "I wouldn’t count it as playing.“ disagreed George with another wince. "More like extracting a sample for experimental purposes?”

       She raised an eyebrow. “Was it worth it?”

       "Yeah, kind of.“ His hand began to feel numb.

       Y/N looked down on the basin and it was the first time George noticed that it was boiling, the stinging sensation he felt a while ago fading away. She gently let go of his wrist (George frowning), and grabbed her wand once again.

        "Does it still hurt?” asked Y/N.

        He shook his head. “Not anymore. Thanks.”

        “Just doing my job.” She stated proudly. “Let it stay there for fifteen minutes, okay? Then call me when it’s done. I’m just going to assist another patient.” added Y/N, activating a timer on the bedside table.

         He didn’t get the chance to say yes for she was already walking away, not noticing that the red-haired boy was staring at her in utter amazement. And in that moment, George was absolutely sure that he wouldn’t let this meeting the first and last one to occur, thinking of hundred of ways on how to talk go her again after this.


         "George Weasley.“ mused the healer when he came to the hospital a week after. "What is it this time?”

         Blood was dripping out of his leg and she sighed, noticing that he had two punctures on his skin which automatically made her go behind him (since he was sat on a wheel chair) and push him to the nearest empty bed with effort. George noticed that her hair was tied up in very messy ponytail and she seemed to be in a tired state, dark circles already getting visible under her eyes.

         "Let me guess, this is a snake bite isn’t it?“ asked Y/N with a disapproving tone, carefully prompting his injured leg up so that she can see better.

         He nodded. "Yes, uh, had some trouble with one while trying to gain a sample.”

        “A sample for what?”

        “For a product. Er — heard that the venom of this snake wasn’t deadly but instead created realistic hallucinations, so I tried to get a sample.”

        She brought out her cleaning materials for the wound. “Is the venom —”

        “Yep, already got it out. Just went here for cleaning.”

        Y/N paused for a second to observe him before officially cleaning up his injury. “Something tells me that this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.”

       "You’re right.“ said George. "Actually, I know how to treat this myself but I guess I wanted to take the opportunity and go here to see you again.”

       She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Wait, you’ve been bitten before?”

        George nodded, slightly disappointed that she didn’t ask about the fact that he quite purposely messed up just to gain a reason to go to St. Mungo’s, “Countless of times, to be honest — ouch!” he frowned at the wand she was holding, gliding it across the wound that he felt a sharp pain all of the sudden.

        “Sorry, just wanted to make sure the venom’s all gone.” said Y/N, taking away her wand and moving on to her cleaning kit. “So, are you some kind of Magizoologist or something?”

        “No, I run a joke shop at Diagon Alley. I’m surprised you’re not familiar with it because not to be boastful, but it’s gotten pretty big.” smirked George as she carefully dabs the spot where he was bitten with a white cloth.

        She glanced at him momentarily. “Well, I’ve never been to Diagon Alley exactly.”

       "What? Then how would you get your things to go to Hogwarts?“

        Her face became a light shade of pink. "I — um — never attended Hogwarts. I used to live in America, attended a different school that I think you do not know of.” shrugged Y/N.

       "What school?“

       "Ilvermorny.” said Y/N, smiling at his puzzled expression. “See? You’re clueless.”

       He furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, then how come you don’t have an American accent?”

      She shrugged yet again. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’ve been living here for too long, picked up the English accent myself.”

       "Oh, that makes sense.“ said George. "Maybe I’ll take you to Diagon Alley sometimes. I mean, if you’d like.”

        “Maybe after I finish treating your leg.” chuckled Y/N.

        “Like, today?”

        She grinned. “I can make some time if you’re up to it but preferably, I’d want you to heal completely so that you can give me a proper tour.”

       "Is it a date then?“ pushed the red-haired Weasley. Go big or go home, right? He thought to himself.

       Y/N didn’t answer quickly at first, concentrating on patching him up. He patiently waited though and after what seemed like forever — but in reality was only for twelve seconds — she gave him another beautiful grin, inevitably making him quite weak to the knees if his leg wasn’t injured at all.

       "A date it is then, George.” She gently wrapped a bandage around his wound once she had it thoroughly cleaned. “Should we meet somewhere or —”

      “No, I’ll just go here and pick you up.” said George too quickly. “Is Saturday good?”

      “Saturday is best. That’s my leave.” A chuckle escaped her lips once more. “Well, you’re all done now.” She gently patted the bandage. “I hope the next time we see each other, it’ll be on that date and not another injury, alright?”

      George nodded. “No problem. Now that I have a reason to see you again, I won’t purposely mess up.”

      She rolled her eyes. “You’re crazy for thinking that way.”

     "Yeah, I might be.“ grinned George, looking forward to getting to know the healer that, in his opinion, was too good to be true.

Seriously, if after reading my last post people still keep on misunderstanding my opinion then I have nothing more to say because probably nothing I say will ever convince them or satisfy them. People who understand my opinion correctly have probably understood it ages ago and don’t need any more explanations. This blog is supposed to exist to post translations and not to discuss about the same thing forever.

This is my final post about this topic (mostly addressed to the anon/s who messaged me after my previous post), and anyone is free to agree, disagree, misunderstand once again or whatever. If you don’t like my translations, please read other translations or learn Japanese yourself.

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