Request: Can I get a fuckboy theoX bestfriend were she’s in love with him and they live together so she gets tortured by him having sex with other girls and she starts fading away from him and develops a eating disorder? Sorry if thats to much. Please&thank you.
A/N: Sorry it took a while, its just that writer’s block is a thing and school has been tiring. Sorry
Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?
I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…
I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like
OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king”
Even just laughs and is like “sure baby”
but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes.
Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look.
and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!”
so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says
“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.”
OH DEAR LORD
Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it.
Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?”
Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.”
Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.”
Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.
Warnings: some mild cursing, it’s also pretty long
The first night you ever met him was unforgettable; mostly because you could’ve died that night. Your boss had begged you to help close that night even though you had told him you had made plans for homework and studying that night. The diner had been hit with a sudden rush of people and none of the closing chores had been completed so he needed an extra closer. It was exhausting but you thought you could use some extra money; college wasn’t going to pay for itself. It was never too early to start thinking about it; even if you were only a sophomore.
After he’d locked the doors and thanked you for your hard work, and you turned to start walking home by yourself. “Y/N!” One of your coworkers chased you down and you looked over your shoulder to the middle-aged woman who had acted like your mother within your group of coworkers. “Lemme walk with you! It’s not safe for you to be walking around this late by yourself.” She walked by your side for most of the walk back.
When you parted ways, you were anxious to get back home. Being outside at this hour in New York wasn’t a good idea in the first place. You were turning a corner and when you looked up from your feet you noticed a menacing silhouette that seemed to be coming in and out of existence because of the flickering street light. You turned back the way you came but was met by a man with a hood over his head.
“Hello, sweetheart. Whatcha got on ya?” He grabbed your arm and you struggled to break free.
“Don’t hurt her, she’s a pretty thing.” The silhouette from before now showed his face in the pale light of the streetlamp above.
“P-Please, I don’t have anything, I swear.” You reached for your wallet and tossed it to the ground. The man behind you picked it up and rummaged through to try and find anything of use.
“She’s got nothin’.” The man’s grip around your arm tightened and you let out a yelp of pain. “We’ll just have to take something else…” He snickered and you felt your heart beat even faster than it already was before. This is it, this is how I die… Your mind was racing and you could barely comprehend what was happening.
You missed what happened next, because suddenly you were free from the hooded man’s grip and they were plastered to the wall by some white net. When you had calmed down, you realized they were… Webs. That could only mean… Sure enough, a lanky blue and red figure stumbled a landing in the light in front of you.
“Um, are you okay?” He messed around with trying to pose himself by leaning against the lamp post and crossing his arms and just standing up straight. You would’ve laughed at the thought of Spider-Man being this awkward, but you were too thankful for his help that you didn’t care.
You practically tackled him as you embraced him. “Thank you so much. I thought I was going to die, oh my God!” You started sobbing and you could feel him tense up.
“That’s what I’m here for!” His voice sounded so young, like he was your age. You couldn’t believe your ears. He didn’t know what to do so he just stood there rigidly. “Oh gosh, please don’t cry. It’s okay now.” He gave you an awkward but reassuring pat on your back and you pulled away to wipe away the tears.
“I believe this is yours?” He held up your wallet. You accepted it and ran your hands through your hair, thinking about how you’d just missed a disaster by a second. “Would you like me to, um, take you home?”
“You mean like…” You looked up towards the tops of the buildings around you. Flying through the air like that terrified you at first, but you just wanted to get home to your bedroom. “Sure.”
“Okay, um,” Spider-Man knelt down with his back towards you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hold on.” He shot a web up to the top of a building and you felt the wind against your face as you were launched up into the air. “Where to?” You gave him the street name and building number and he made course to your apartment.
You held on for dear life and kept your eyes closed most of the way home. After a couple web swings you got used to the idea of being in the air like this and opened your eyes. You almost regretted it because of how high off the ground you were, but the way the city looked from this perspective was beautiful. The lights, the street lamps that dotted the sidewalks… it seemed more peaceful from up there.
“Is this it?” You opened your eyes and saw Spider-Man sticking to the wall of your apartment building.
“Yeah,” You guided him to the fire escape that led to your bedroom window and slid from his back once you were back on solid ground. He turned to jump from his perch on the fire escape, but you grabbed his wrist. “Spider-Man? Thank you again.”
His flustered reaction was incredibly noticeable, even with that mask on, and he gave a little chuckle. “No problem, you have a nice night, ma’am.” And then he was gone; just like that. You climbed through your window and jumped into bed without changing your clothes. Falling asleep was hard because you kept thinking about how you just met Spider-Man.
“You met Spider-Man?!”
That next morning you retold the story to your friends, and tried to convince them you did in fact meet the web-slinger. “You’re shitting me right now, Y/N.”
“I’m serious! These guys were trying to rob me and…” You stopped and shivered at the thought of what they would’ve done to you. “Anyways, he swooped in, stuck these guys to the wall, and saved me!”
Everyone asked you questions as if you knew him personally. It was just one night that he saved you, and they expected you to be best buds by now. Of course your friend, Ned, asked you a million questions in between periods at your locker–he was a big Spider-Man fan. Even his friend Peter, who you’d never really talked to, asked you: “What was he like?”
“Um,” you tilted your head while trying to think of how to describe him, “he was a lot more awkward than I thought he would be.”
“But it was adorable in its own way.” You shrugged, and noticed Peter smirked slightly. “Well, boys, I have to go to the band room and help Mrs. Mayfield for my teacher’s aid period. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You added and hurried down the hall.
Even while you were helping your band director you were distracted by your thoughts about meeting Spider-Man. You kept spacing off and she had to try and keep you grounded in reality. The memory of flying through the air, with the wind blowing your hair, was just so amazing. Little did you know that wasn’t the last time you’d see the Webbed Warrior of Queens. It was only the beginning.
A couple days later when you’d gotten home from school you were met with a surprise on your window. You tossed your stuff onto your bed and hurried over to see a handwritten note plastered to the glass with familiar webbing.
Meet me on the roof at 11? –SM
There was a little spider doodled next to his signature and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. Why was Spider-Man asking you to meet him? It was a strange request indeed, but… what could go wrong?
The hours counting down to 11 seemed to take years; you told your parents you were going to bed and had to stare at the ceiling while waiting for the sounds of them settling down in their own room. When you thought they were asleep, you waited a little longer, and climbed out your window to the fire escape. You tried your best to keep from making so much noise, but the metal on the stairs were so rickety not even Spider-Man himself could sneak up them.
When you got to the top, you peeked your head over the edge of the roof and saw the web slinger pacing around and mumbling to himself. It looked like he was rehearsing something. When you revealed yourself he nearly jumped off the roof in shock, but composed himself. “Um, hi. I’m P-Spider-Man.” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “I mean, you knew that. What’s your name?”
You smiled and put your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “I’m Y/N. Why did you want to meet me up here?”
“Oh, right,” he scratched his head, “I was wondering if you’d like to go see some sights with me…” When you didn’t answer right away, he held up his hands defensively. “I mean, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Was Spider-Man asking to hang out with you? Why would someone like him want to be around you? You couldn’t stop a bus with your bare hands, you couldn’t fly or turn invisible; you were as normal as they came. But hanging out with Spider-Man would make for great stories in the future, plus: you were curious about him.
“I’d love to!” You beamed and he tilted his head confused.
“You do?” You tried not to laugh at how adorably awkward he was. “You do! Right…” He let you climb on his back and you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his torso to ensure you wouldn’t fall. “Hold on–I mean, I won’t let you fall, but,”
“Let’s go, Spider-Boy.” You interrupted and he nodded. Once again you were swinging through Queens but this time there were still some cars down below and people on the streets. It was much busier and felt a little safer than the first time you were at this height. “Where are we going first, Spider-Boy?” You rested your chin on his shoulder.
“It’s Spider-Man, And we’re going to make our way to Central Park, hopefully.” He muttered the last part and continued to shoot webs.
“Well you sound like a boy, Spider-Man, and I don’t believe you’re a day older than 16.” There was no response. “So I’m right?” Another long silence on his part.
“Maybe…” You laughed.
“I guess it’s too much to ask what school you go to.”
The ride to Central Park was a long one, but you eventually made it. It was practically empty, and the paths were lit up by the cute little street lamps. Even though you’d lived in New York for so long, you’d never really been to Central Park that often. It was more of a treat for you than it was a normal park. It looked so different at night, and you felt a whimsical presence of being out at night like this.
Spider-Man set you down on the grass and then told you to wait for a second. “I’ll be right back, promise.” He leapt off into the darkness and you could hear a bunch of webs being shot. After a couple minutes he returned and guided you to where he’d created a giant spider web spanning between multiple trees.
“Am I supposed to be impressed by this or…?”
“That’s not it, I’ll help you up.” Before you could say anything, he grabbed you and tossed you into the air like you were a rag doll. You screamed, of course, but when you landed you bounced a little, like on a trampoline. When you opened your eyes you saw that you were sitting on the giant web he’d strung up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He landed next to you and sat with his legs crisscross style.
“That wasn’t cool. You scared the shit out of me.” You pursed your lips and folded your arms around your chest.
“Well, just look up.” He pointed and laid down with his hands behind his head. Still bitter about being thrown in the air, you sighed with a roll of your eyes and tilted your head upwards. The stars twinkled in the clear night sky and your frustration immediately melted away.
The two of you laid next to each other while staring at the sky for quite a bit of time. You had a ton of questions that you wanted to ask him; mostly little things about him. “So, you created the fluid you use for your webs?”
“You must be a smart kid, Spider-Boy.” You teased.
He looked away from you embarrassed. “I guess I am.”
“Okay, but who’s going to clean up all this web?”
“It dissolves after two hours. Speaking of which, what time is it?”
You pulled out your phone. “Nearly… 2 am?! I have a math test tomorrow!” You tried to get up but forgot you weren’t on solid ground and fell over. “You gotta take me home, Spider-Boy.”
On the way back he apologized countless times and you could tell his was booking it as much as he could for your place. He dropped you off at your window and said a hasty goodbye before disappearing into the skyline. You changed into your pajamas and curled up into your bed, hoping you’d be able to catch enough z’s.
The next time you found a note on your window, he took you to Chinatown, but it was still pretty busy so you got to see all the different signs and people on the streets. He took you lots of place over the next couple trips, each visit getting closer and closer to one another so that you saw him almost every other night.
Up to this point you’d decided not to tell anyone about your adventures with Spider-Man, but you couldn’t keep his most recent visit a secret. You were excited to share it with Ned and Peter because he’d taken you to Stark Tower; where the Avengers used to work from.
That was the first night he’d really taken you high up like that. It was terrifying, to say the least. He’d actually webbed your torso to his as he climbed up the building. “I’ve never been up this high before.” His voice shook ever so slightly as he looked down towards the concrete jungle below.
“I’d never thought that Spider-Boy would be afraid of heights.” You teased with a toothy grin.
“I’m not afraid of heights! I’ve never climbed a building this tall before, that’s all…”
The height was very apparent because the wind at this level was more torrential compared to the ground level. With your hands around his neck, you dug your face into his shoulder to keep your hair from getting all in your face. You were also very scared being this high, but you didn’t want him knowing that.
It seemed like a millennia before you reached the top where there was a flat platform that looked like a landing pad. Once you were on solid ground again, Spider-Man cut you free from the webbing and tossed it in the wind. The city below looked so small now.
“It’s beautiful…” you held up your hands over your mouth trying not to freak out over the sight. You heard him mutter something incoherent and turned to him. “You say something?”
“Nothing!” The lenses on his mask widened and you turned your attention back to the scene in front of you.
“You know, it seems like there’s no security here right now. I was sure we’d be caught by now.”
“Well, I asked Mr. Stark about taking you here, so he probably let someone know…” He shrugged and joined you.
“So,” you sat down and dangled your feet over the edge, “you still haven’t told me how old you are.”
“Would you believe me if I told you I was 18?” He turned to you with hope in his masked eyes.
“Absolutely not,” you laughed and nudged him, “so, what is it? How old are you, Spider-Boy?” At this point he’d accepted your nickname for him, and didn’t argue with you about it anymore.
“I’m 15.” Now you weren’t expecting him to be your age, which made him probably one of the youngest superheroes ever. Another question had been eating away at your mind for awhile, but you were too afraid to ask. It’s now or never, I guess…
“Well, does 15 year-old Spider-Boy have a girlfriend?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” You felt your stomach do a flip when he turned his gaze to yours.
“You can’t answer a question with a question, mister!” You scrunched up your face and wagged a finger. He didn’t say anything at first, but sighed.
“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Good. “Th–There is a girl I’ve had a crush on for awhile now, though.” He kicked his feet and looked away from you.
“What’s she like?”
“Well, she’s beautiful, and hilarious, and kind, and strong. Very brave for climbing up this building with me.” With every word his hand had slid closer to your own, and soon they were almost touching.
“Well I have a crush on a boy, but I don’t know his name, or what he looks like, or what school he goes to. But I do know that he’s sweet, and horribly awkward.” Your hand drifted over his and you leaned a little closer to him. He mirrored and when your noses touched you laughed. “It’s kinda hard to kiss you when your mask is covering your face.”
“Oh, right.” he pulled the mask up to reveal his chin and mouth. You leaned in again and pressed your lips on his…
“You kissed Spider-Man?” Ned nearly announced it to the whole cafeteria, but luckily you were sitting in their empty side of the room. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”
“I wouldn’t make something up like that, Ned! He’s been taking me around at night for the past month or so and last night we went up to Stark Tower. I just didn’t want to tell anybody because they’d react like you just did.” You rolled your eyes and stared off at the wall to avoid looking at them.
“Okay, say you have been hanging out with Spider-Man, what’s he like?”
“He’s super smart; would you believe that he came up with the fluid for his web shooters? He told me that one night, even let me play with them. He’s a total nerd, and he’s kind of awkward, but it’s okay because he’s one of the sweetest people I’ve met.” You gushed and felt your face go red once you realized what you were saying.
“I believe you, Y/N.” Peter chipped in sheepishly. “I mean, I’m sure Spider-Man’s just a normal guy like us. I mean, if you look past his super strength and stuff.” He scratched the back of his head and you stared at him for a moment. Something about the way he always did that when he got nervous along with his voice sounded so familiar.
“Yeah… Also,” you turned back to Ned in a low whisper, “he’s not even a man. He’s only 15, like you and me.”
“Whatever, Y/N. I’m still skeptical, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”
You finished your food before the two boys and gave curt goodbyes before taking huge strides to throw your food away on the opposite end of the dining hall. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt; I’ll show you, Ned…” You mocked under your breath and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Little did you know, Ned and Peter were having a frantic conversation once you left. “Dude, you kissed Y/N?! You have to tell her!”
“I-I can’t; she’ll stop liking me. She doesn’t like Peter Parker, she likes Spider-Man.”
“If you don’t tell her, I will.”
“No!” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell her…”
When you got home that evening you rushed to your room hoping to find a note on your window. You weren’t disappointed, because sure enough there was a piece of paper stuck to the glass with webs.
Roof at 11? -SM
You waited impatiently throughout the night; almost spilling your juice all over the dining room table at dinner, completely blanking out on your homework, it was a mess. You were so anxious to see him because you wanted to prove to Ned you actually knew Spider-Man.
When 11 pm came, you nearly bolted out your window and up the fire escape. Sure enough, Spider-Man was pacing around the roof like he usually was. He was also talking to himself again. “I can’t do that, Karen!” He said a little too loudly and noticed you were standing on the other side of the roof. “Oh, hi, Y/N!”
“Who’s Karen?” You tilted your head.
“She’s an AI in my suit. I talk to her a lot…” He scratched the back of his head.
“That… explains a lot.” You smiled and strolled closer to him. “Where are we going tonight?”
“Um, actually, I had something to tell you first.” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Well, I’m not who you think I am–No that sounds stupid, um…” He sighed and slid the mask off. You didn’t believe what you saw.
“Peter…?” The confusion was then taken over by anger. “Is this some joke? Did Ned put you up to this?” You clenched your fists and turned around to start looking for Ned’s hiding spot. “Ned! This isn’t funny you better come out here or I’ll–”
“It’s not a joke, Y/N, trust me.” He shot a web to your wrist to stop you and you finally calmed down. “I know: Peter Parker as Spider-Man, right? Don’t blame you for thinking it’s a joke.” He avoided your gaze.
“It’s not like that, Peter. I just thought Ned was playing a joke on me after what I told you guys earlier…” The hurt in his eyes was killing you. “You’re not a joke, Peter. I just wasn’t expecting Spider-Boy to be someone that I knew, that’s all.”
He looked up and was met with your reassuring smile. “Um, I’d understand if you don’t want to go out tonight… Now that you know Spider-Man’s Peter Parker and all…”
“Peter,” you took some steps closer to him, “Spider-Man and Peter Parker are the same smart, adorable, and sweet person I’ve grown to like.” Now you were just as close as you were the night before when you kissed him. It was different tonight, though. Something about finally knowing who you’d been crushing on for awhile made it seem more exciting and thrilling. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Where to, Spider-Boy?” Peter was too flustered to reply and you chuckled.
“Right,” he threw his mask back on, “I was thinking star gazing again.”
“Lead the way, Peter.” You climbed onto his back and couldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the park.
Quick doodle of Hiccup fixing his own clothes (because he don’t need a woman to fix those for him when he’s quite capable of doing so himself)
Ok, joke aside, I thought I had posted this one ages ago but apparently I didn’t and I’m sorry about that ^^’
Plus, ok, I know that a lot of you that follow me are not here for HTTYD art, but I was wondering if you guys wanted to know more about any AU’s I have?? I have quite a few but if there isn’t much interest its fine with me as well and i’ll keep them warm and safe in the darkest corners of my mind, hehe.
“Have you ever heard about Echo? From that Greek myth?” Isak asks one night. He’s a little bit high and he’s feeling a bit reflective and the words are smoke-sweetened in his mouth.
“Maybe?” Even frowns down at him, rubbing one of his big hands slowly over Isak’s back.
“She got cursed by Hera - Zeus’ sort of wife or whatever - so she could only echo other people’s words rather than speak for herself.” Isak explained slowly. His whole body felt heavy and lethargic but his brain was so light.
“Sounds rough.” Even’s face scrunched up sympathetically and Isak just had to stroke his fingertips across Even’s frown.
“That’s how I used to feel. Like I was just an echo of everyone else. Never spoke my own mind or said anything real or acted like my own person. Just…a sad little echo.” Isak trailed off sadly, his eyes roaming Even’s face.
“And now?” Even smoothed some of Isak’s hair back from his forehead.
“And now I’m really Isak. Not just an echo.” Isak felt the smile spread over his face, but when he really looked at Even he felt a more serious look fall over his features.
“You helped me be real.” Isak whispered, his hand reaching up of its own accord to cup one side of Even’s face. “Thank you for helping me be more than just an echo.”
“You did that by yourself, baby.” Even smiled. He definitely wasn’t trying to blink away tears. “I was just lucky enough to be there to see it.”
Here's a Sakuya headcanon I thought of~ It's to do with.... THE HAIR CURL. Okay, so imagine this. Little Sakuya having a habit of twirling his hair with his fingers whenever he got nervous. This habit continued on to adulthood, resulting in the hair curl, and when it was not curly enough for him, you ask? BRING OUT THE HAIR CURLERS. But, my point is, imagine Sakuya asleep and TWIRLING HIS HAIR FLICK. Tsubakyun and Belkia probably bully him for this lmao
ppfffttt yes, and I also remember all the jokes headcanons that I bought up about Sakuya using only ONE hair roller/curler thing in the discord chat awhile ago…. but I like the idea of him twirling his hair outta nervous habit. haha that’s kinda cute~ Tbh I twirl my own hair out of nervous habit so I RELATE.
Liar liar pants on fire. I’m sorry.
but I also had these other hair curler “doodles” done, from when we talked about it awhile ago. :> so I guess I can finally just post them here too. These were supposed to be doodles but I got carried away as usual lolol.
Look Mido, I even did the “older sister influence” headcanon because I mean ITS A PRETTY CUTE IDEA.
Now he thinks he’s cool. :D But what if his sister was responsible for the hair curl???? I MEAN. COme ON. I seriously wonder what Sakuya’s opinon is on his own hair. Is he really okay with it??? Does he really wake up in the morning and is like, “This is fine.” Probably just give up one day. lol
DRAWING LITTLE BABU SAKU IS SO MUCH FUN I CRY. These silly hair headcanons weren’t supposed to MAKE ME EMOTIONAL.
Harry and Draco were still standing in the kitchen, one of Harry’s hands entwined in Draco’s blond, gorgeous hair. The sheer perfection hair could reach was astounding to the man who’d never even tried to comb the mess on his own head, let alone model it.
“I ruined your batter.”
“And my coiffure, I might add.” The slightly snarky tone was not missed on Harry’s side, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. What the hell am I doing? You can’t barely talk to your nemesis for months and then fall into his arms, crying over childhood trauma. Get it together Potter.
“Sorry, Malfoy, I wasn’t…” Harry tried to pull away. Surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him not just for back-rubbing this time, but in full on chest squeezing hug mode. No way in hell was he getting out of this.
“Oh, shut up, Potter. I bloody well don’t have anything better to do in this hell hole then study, bake, do my hair and as of now hug you.” This statement in combination with the actions of its speaker took Harry completely by surprise, just as the sudden wave of emotions had only minutes before. He did not believe the Malfoy he knew from Hogwarts would ever hug him, or anyone else for that matter. It made him a bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to handle him now. Heck, I don’t even know how to handle myself, why would I know how to handle Malfoy?
Said Malfoy was not entirely sure how to handle himself either. He lived on his own in a tiny flat with only piles and piles of books he nicked from the manor as company. Both Pansy and Blaise had left for Italy to escape the judgemental stares but getting a visa was impossible for an ex-death eater. Sure, they wrote often enough, but it had been weeks since Draco had any physical contact besides brushing past people on his way to the Scamander Institute. A place he hadn’t been to for almost two months now because the practical part of his potions degree was done. When he came to think of it, with the other inhabitant of the building doing the shopping, he hadn’t even left his flat for over seven weeks now.
Suddenly Harry blurted out. “Frederick the second.”
“What?” It was the most random thing Draco had ever heard, and he was slightly offended Potter seemed to think it was okay to disturb this moment of peace and tranquillity with random terms.
“Frederick the second discovered baby’s die if they don’t get physical attention.”
Draco was now definitely offended. “Are you calling me a baby? Because if you are,” and now it was Draco who tried to free himself from the other man, “I don’t appreciate…”
“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant.” Harry was now flustered more of embarrassment that tears. “I was trying to explain to myself why you would hug me.” His voice was reduced to a whisper again. “I think he might need it”
Harry had said that last bit more to himself than to the other man, his forehead leaning heavily on Draco’s shoulder. The kitchen floor had no eyes to judge him and he didn’t think he could handle judgement at the moment. “It was the first time I realised my aunt and uncle were not treating me like they should. When my teacher from primary school told me about this experiment where they tried to bring up baby’s without the slightest bit of affection. They all died of neglect.” A deep, sad sigh escaped Harry’s throat. “I would hate to see you die of neglect, Malfoy.”
Draco froze. Was Harry trying to save him?Again? By hugging him?
He didn’t need saving, he… Thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. Self centered narcissist. Harry literally just told you he grew up ‘without the slightest bit of affection’.
“That’s pretty fucked up Harry.” His first name slipped out before Draco noticed, and now there was no way back. Harry flinched. He went a bit limp, it seemed. The man had always had a strong reaction to his first name.
“I think you could say that…” Somehow Harry still managed to smile into Draco’s shirt, a place he was still pushed against because Draco was now more holding than hugging him. The bizarreness of the situation only doomed on the man now.
“I guess you really needed to get that of your chest if it’s me you’re telling these things to now.”
The dark haired man nuzzled his neck, his weight slowly shifting from Draco to his own feet. “I can never tell Ron and Hermione. They’re so happy together, I don’t want to put a damper on their spirits. I don’t want them to treat me like a beaten up puppy again. I hate that.”
Draco snorted. What a different world this golden boy lived in, afraid he would worry his friends, afraid they would care too much. “If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t planning on treating you like a puppy any time soon. Beaten up or not. I’m not a great fan of dogs.”
“Are you saying that you are a great fan of me?” Potter looked up from Draco’s shirt, eyes red from crying yet somehow already showing a spark of joy. A small, cheeky smile on his lips.
“Oh, shut up Potter.” To his embarrassment Draco felt heat rise up to his cheeks. This is not how he’d expected his afternoon to go. A true smile now showed on Harry’s face, and he hugged Draco back again. Much less an act of despair, now more an act of… An act of…
“You’re a surprisingly good hugger Malfoy.”
Draco had very much enjoyed the happiness on Harry’s face before. He had no objections to seeing it again.
“You’ll find I’m a quite adequate kisser too.”
Aaargh! So, this took me way too long but I hope it was worth the wait. Btw
is a fancy word for hairdo, but Draco is fancy and french-ish so this seemed more fitting. Thank you for all your kind words!
(Also the experiment mentioned was an actual thing the emperor of the holy roman empire did it in the middle ages, this guy)
“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”
Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?
I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?
There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.
People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?
How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?
Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.
My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.
It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.
I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.
I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.
He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.
I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!
I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.
“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.
“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.
“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.
“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried
“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.
“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.
“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.
“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.
“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.
“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.
“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.
“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.
“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.
“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.
“But-” I was cut off once again.
“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.
I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.
“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.
This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.
Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?
Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)
a comic about a message to toxic, abusive, and overall hurtful people in ur life …
it was originally a comic about how i thought yoosung letting his hair grow out into its original color again woulda been such a good show of character development and him making his own self without rika n all, but then i just got emotional and just. made it sorta about … the ideal ending in my head i guess ?
summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.
pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)
series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)
a/n: as always, thank you for the comments and reblogs. any kind of feedback is loved and appreciated. MASTER LIST | PART TWO
“What kind of contract were you on?” he asked me.
Bucky had knocked on my door early the next morning. I was already awake, but I had pretended to be annoyed when I opened the door and allowed him to come inside. He sat down in one of the recliners in the corner of the bedroom, while I sat at the foot of my bed.
“It was really more like a lease agreement,” I said. “HYDRA paid the organization I belonged to for my services, and I was at their disposal until that lease was up.”
In celebration of the month of February being dedicated to the beautiful, darling crown prince and king of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard, I have written a confessional piece for him, looking back on his life from his own point of view.
I hope you all like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
I don’t know if ever truly deserved love. I think my father
had a lot to do with that. I never saw him show affection to my mother, never
mind myself or my brother. We were just…there; a Queen, an heir, and a spare.
Summary: She’d daydreamed about reaching out and touching him, but she never thought she’d actually do it.
A/N: Thank you so much @jacksons-smile (aka my bESTIE) for making the moodboard for me! Ilysm for real :D
She wanted to touch him.
Not like how most people would think: she just wanted to know what he felt like.
He always sat at the desk in front of her, and every day she daydreamed about reaching out and brushing him with her fingertips. She just wanted to slip her arms around his shoulders, and stroke his cheeks with her palms, and feel him. She knew, though, she would never actually do it.
Well, until that day.
It had been raining for the past week, and today was no different. Dim, gray light spilled through the window panes, and droplets tapped against the glass as if seeking shelter.
She had always loved the rain, but today she hardly paid any mind to the weather.
His hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and it was slightly damp from the rain.
Oh, how she wanted to touch it. She wondered how soft it was, or how it felt when you ran your fingers through it. He was leaning back in his seat so far that all she had to do was raise her hand and -
Suddenly, she felt the sensation that she’d been imagining for countless weeks: her hands, touching him.
Her body had taken a mind of its own, and she didn’t even realize what she was doing until -
“Excuse me… Um - what are you doing?”
The voice belonged to someone she never thought would talk to her; someone she never dreamed would have a reason to.
His gaze, a blend of curiosity and confusion, was trained on her.
Her eyes widened in horror, and she tore her hand away from his hair with a flushed face.
“I- I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your - I never meant to -” Her stammering was cut short by an easy smile curving up his lips.
“You can calm down. I don’t bite, you know.”
Ordinarily, she might’ve responded with a sarcastic jab, but this was Ten. She had harbored a secret crush on Ten for two years, ever since he walked into her school as a shy transfer student from Thailand, and he rendered her almost speechless.
“I- Well, you know… I just…”
He let out a chuckle, twisting in his seat a bit more. “You just wanted to know how soft my luscious hair really is?”
“You’ll have to excuse it, though.” he ignored her response. “It’s still wet from the rain, so it isn’t at its full softness potential.”
Glance downwards. “I… I really didn’t want to - um - touch it,”
“So why did you?” he rested his chin on his palm, cocking his head curiously.
Her face flushed at his straightforward question. “I wasn’t thinking… My hands just kind of - um - acted on their own,” she rubbed her neck self-consciously, avoiding his gaze.
“You know what they say about that,” Ten started, and she glanced up.
“That when your body acts on its own accord, it’s showing your true desires.”
“They… they say that?”
“Well, I say that.”
“Fine, you’re right. I admit: I don’t say that. But - how would you know?”
She’d been observing him from afar for ages, but it wasn’t like she could say that. Instead, she just lowered her head.
“What’s your name again?” he inquired. “You’re so quiet, I forgot someone sat behind me.
Was that a compliment or an insult? From what she knew about him, it probably wasn’t either.
So, she offered him a quick smile and shook her head. “It’s nothing,”
“Nice to meet you, Nothing. My name’s Ten,”
A small smile appeared on her face at this comment, and she was suddenly reminded of why she had a crush on him in the first place.
She had always been a quiet girl, sitting in back corners, talking to nobody. Romance wasn’t on her radar, either. She didn’t see the point in liking someone; it was only a distraction.
This had been her mindset until two years ago, when Ten had walked through the doorway and introduced himself as a new student. He was the cutest boy she’d ever seen with her own two eyes, and something in her stomach fluttered.
She had pushed it away for as long as she could, but after a couple months, it was a lost cause.
“So… your real name?” His voice dragged her out of her daze.
“Excuse me,” The teacher’s voice interrupted the two of them, and Ten turned swiftly.
“Do you believe your conversation more important than this lesson?”
There was a beat of hesitation before: “There’s a chance,”
The teacher bit his lip as giggles rippled through the room. “It’s a good thing I like you, Ten. You’d be getting a week of detention if I didn’t,”
Ten snickered, cracking a cheeky smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
The girl behind him let out an inaudible breath of relief and sunk a little further down in her chair.
She was one of those types. The types that loved wandering through libraries, winding in and out of the impossibly tall shelves, fingering the pages of countless books.
The people she found obnoxious never came in the library. On good days it was only her, all alone.
She loved the peace and muffled quiet. She could roam for hours, and not run into a single person, save for the sweet, elderly librarian.
“Found you,” A voice pierced the silence, out of place in her sanctuary.
She jumped, caught off-guard. “Ten,”
He grinned, stepping out from around the corner. “It is I, the savior of worlds.”
“What- what are you doing here?” She questioned. “You never come into the- the library,”
“I thought I’d make a little visit. I heard somewhere that the air in a library can raise your IQ a few points.” He offered a smile. “Don’t mind me. Continue on,”
Blinking uncertainly, she swallowed and looked back down at her book.
Though, with him standing so close by, casting glances in her direction every so often, it was virtually impossible to concentrate.
A minute or so of uncomfortable silence (for her, at least) passed, and he spoke again.
“I know your name,”
Her head shot up.
An amused look crossed his face at her expression. “Ah, um - Doyoung,” he explained.
She sighed. “Of course,”
“What are you reading?”
“Just like your name, right?”
Her eye twitched, and he shot her a cute grin.
“Do you not like me or something?”
“No, that’s not -”
“Or is it that you do like me?”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“I’m kidding.” he laughed. “It was a joke. Calm down,”
She eyed him warily, before losing herself in her book again. When she looked up, he was nowhere in sight, and so she wandered further along the shelf.
At the far end of the row, she was distracted from her book once more.
She glanced up to see Ten, mere inches from her face.
She leaped backward, dropping the book and crashing into the bookshelf behind her. “What- what-”
He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and rounded the corner again, taking a few steps closer. “What?”
She sunk to the ground, eyes wide. “Why did you- Why did you do that?”
“You didn’t like it?” he cocked an eyebrow, squatting down in front of her. “You couldn’t have hated it that much,”
“I mean, usually people like it when their crush gets that close.”
Her face instantly turned bright red. “I don’t kn-know what you mean,”
“I mean,” he said. “I know you like me.”
“I don’t like you,”
“Well, Doyoung says otherwise.”
“Doyoung… Doyoung was lying. He- he does that.”
“I don’t think he was lying,” Ten’s mouth curved up at the edges. “He swore at himself for a good five minutes afterward,”
She swallowed, pressing herself up against the shelf in an attempt to make herself smaller. “I don’t like you,”
“I bet you’ve daydreamed about kissing me,”
Just as quickly as she’d lost her blush, it re-appeared. “I have not ever done that,”
“You have, haven’t you?” he smirked, resting his chin in his palm. “Cute.”
“I haven’t,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
“I bet you wanna do it for real,”
“I really don’t!”
He plopped down in front of her. “Well, I really do,”
He blinked as if he’d just stated the weather (which, of course, was rainy). “What?”
“You want to- you want to what?”
He scooted a little closer. “I said, I want to kiss you.”
“What… Why? You don’t even-”
“It’s been two years, for God’s sake. Just let me kiss you already,”
“What do you mean by ‘it’s been two years’? Did Doyoung tell you that’s how long I’ve liked you?”
“No,” he shook his head, eyes on hers. “That’s how long I’ve liked you.”
Her mouth fell open, and she was left stunned; speechless.
“So, please,” he started. “Can I kiss you now?”
She responded with a small nod of the head, her face burning, and her mind racing.
Trying not to laugh at her almost scared expression, he shifted onto his knees and reached out a hand. Wrapping it around the back of her neck, he pulled her up against him.
“You’re really red, you know that?” he murmured, smiling.
She blinked, embarrassed. “I can’t help it,”
“I know. I’m just that handsome, aren’t I?”
She let out a small huff, attempting to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he pressed his lips to hers. She went still.
His hand slipped down to her cheek, and he smiled into the kiss whenever he felt the heat on her cheeks.
She didn’t have to try and hope she was doing it right, or think about how this was her first kiss. The only thing that she could think of was that she was kissing Ten, and he liked it.
Well, so did she.
The sun had been shining for the past week, and today was no different. Bright, golden light spilled through the window panes, filling the room with a warm glow.
She’d never particularly like sunny periods, but today she hardly paid any mind to the weather.
His hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and the sunlight made it appear invitingly soft.
Ten leaned back in his chair, resting his head on her desk and sending her an upside-down smile. “You want to touch it, don’t you?”
Just had a weird spur of the moment headcanon. But bear with me for a sec... AU, where RFA is in highschool with MC, and MC is with Jumin, and one day MC is sick and doesn't show up, so Jumin sneaks into MC's room to bring her stuff and fluff ensues.
Haha, that sounds super cute! Depending on how close they were (I’m assuming they were super tight in the au you were suggesting) I don’t think it’s unlikely. (I accidentally read this wrong the first time and wrote them as good friends that fall in love??? I’m sorry I can’t read to save my life sometimes??? *facepalm* I hope you enjoy this anyway) Maybe it would go something like this? (Also I’m making them all the same age because I’m a lazy):
MC was feeling abysmal as she closed the door to her bedroom, cradling a tissue box in her arms as she returned to bed. Looking to her phone, she noticed class was over in the time she had inadvertently passed out on the couch downstairs. She opened the messenger to ask Jumin for the homework– as they shared most of their classes being honor students–when her window slid open of its own accord to reveal a familiar head of dark hair. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she laughed at his unceremonious entrance, unrepentant as each limb and a bag followed.
“Oh my God, Jumin, you did not.” She managed in between giggles.
His deadpan expression softened into a sheepish yet devilish smirk. “You have your ways of avoiding your mother, I have mine. Please excuse the intrusion.”
She waved him off, unperturbed. They’d been climbing in each others houses for years now, they were hardly strangers. “You could have just emailed everything to me, you didn’t have to come all this way. I don’t want to get you sick too.” MC insisted with a sniffle. More than that, she didn’t want him to get in trouble with his father over something so trivial.
“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll be fine.” He grinned, removing a neat folder from his bag with everything she needed to catch up, she was sure. “For you.”
“Thank you,” She placed the small stack of papers on her nightstand. “How long did you have to fight Zen to be the one to bring it to me?” MC asked dryly.
She was delighted to hear Jumin laugh, holding up his hands from their original position crossed over his chest. She loved it when it was just the two of them. He always seemed so comfortable, so liberated compared to his usual withdrawn reticence. “You got me, I had to beat him at rock paper scissors before he relented. Which makes no sense considering we live a block away from each other. In terms of efficiency, I was the most viable option.”
MC smiled. Jihyun was right, he was ever the scientist. But she thought the practicality was adorable, and it made him a lot more honest than most. It was refreshing that she never had to wonder what he was thinking since he was always open about it.
“Wait just a second, you must be thirsty after running here and climbing that tree. Let me get some water,” She exited before he could protest and returned with two water bottles, one to keep her hydrated and the other to make sure he was drinking properly too. Though she doubted he had problems with his health considering how he regimented just about everything.
“Thanks.” His voice was quiet, low. The sound of it never failed to soothe her, even now as her head throbbed slightly from oversleeping.
There was a comfortable silence for a while, their gazes wandering, most often to each other. A light blush often colored their cheeks whenever either was caught staring, accidentally or not, and Jumin’s hand came up to rub the nape of his neck.
MC was curious at the sight of the gesture. He only did that when he was nervous. “Is something wrong, Jumin?“ Was his stepmother acting up again? “You know you can always stay here if you’re not comfortable at home.” She said softly, her hand reaching out to cover his in the hopes of comforting him. She had wanted to talk some sense into his parents for a long time, but she knew they would only take out whatever she said on him the moment she was gone. She hated how powerless she was to stop it. Anything she could do to help, he had but to ask.
He shook his head. “No it’s not that, but thank you, MC.” His words were suffused with a warm gratitude that was somewhat shy. “It’s…actually…” His gaze moved to the floor, lips pursed until he managed to force the words out. “Would you have preferred it if Zen was the one to come instead of me?” She could see the faintest of blushes coloring the tips of his ears.
“Much as I would appreciate whoever came to deliver the things I need, I think I’d have to say no.” She hedged. His head shot up immediately to stare at her in surprise as her hands fiddled with the sheets, pulling at a stray thread on one of the corners as she her face flamed.
A slow smile she didn’t see overtook his face, more radiant than any he’d worn all his life. “Truly?” He asked.
She nodded, mortified and unable to look at him and down-spiraling as usual. God he was going to think she was one of those crazy kids at school desperate to get his attention for all the wrong reasons, nice going you idiot. As if he doesn’t have enough girls hitting on him on a daily basis! Way to ruin everything, all he wanted was a real friend and you had to take it too far, stop being selfish and–
Her thoughts were halted in their tracks when she felt the velvet brush of lips and the lightest pressure on her forehead, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening even further. All she could do was blink and stare at his crisp white collar, mouth slightly agape as he took a step back. He was blushing a bit too, despite his indulgent smile.
“Before you self-destruct,” He began, knowing all too well how she overthought things sometimes. Her brows would knit and her face would scrunch up in quiet horror in the most endearing way, though he always halted her before she could go too far with it and come to the wrong conclusion. “I like you too,” He revealed, his voice no louder than a murmur.
“O-oh.” Was all she could manage to say. Holy crap holy crap holy crap this was not a drill, Jumin liked her plain ass back. At this rate, she was going to need a hospital for an entirely different reason. She had liked him for a long time, but never wanted to make him uncomfortable with the expectation of something more considering the kinds of experiences he’d had with women all his life.
“But the most important thing right now is your health,” He continued, wrapping a spare blanket from the closet around her shoulders. “We can address this more as soon as you’ve rested. In the meantime, don’t hesitate to call on me if you need anything.” His voice was as stern as it was sincere, largely because MC was stubborn to a troublesome degree about asking for help. He didn’t want her to hesitate, even if all she wanted was to talk. “Feel better, MC.” Shooting her another one of his delightful small smiles, he climbed back out and down the tree, heading home to tell his father about another impromptu student council meeting no doubt.
Her hands came up to cover her face, trying to hold in the shrill scream climbing up her throat. He had to be the cutest combination of awkward and charming she’d ever seen. Hoping it wasn’t a fever dream and giddy for tomorrow, she got to work on the day’s assignments so that she could go to bed early.
She pulled the blanket he had retrieved for her closer in the hopes that she would warm more quickly, which made her notice it was her favorite one: the gray one. The one she had draped over his shoulders when he’d appeared one night, eyes wide and terrified; desperate to be as far away from what she assumed to be his home. It had been raining heavily and she hadn’t known him all that well yet, but he had seemed trustworthy enough at school. So she pulled him inside without a second thought despite the lack of explanation. She then led him to the living room and asked him to wait in the quietest voice she could manage, only moving when she saw him nod imperceptibly. She didn’t ask him any questions, just prepared Earl Grey tea–thank God Jihyun had gushed about him to her– and chose the blanket because it had matched his striking eyes. The ones that had seemed so dull and clouded when she first met him, like the mist that guards a heavily fortified fortress. After pouring the tea and setting up the couch for him to stay the night, she remembered asking him if he wanted a book or a movie or something to help him fall asleep, to which he replied that she pick her favorite movie. The next two hours was spent watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. She’d hoped the music and the intricate artwork would help him grow drowsy, but it was clear he was wide awake throughout even though he was still as a statue. She would have been worried if it hadn’t been for the sound of his even breathing filling the silence. He’d seemed remarkably poised and implacable at school, like nothing could ever faze or deter him. So what on Earth had the power to make him withdraw into himself to this degree?
When the movie was over she turned off the lights and found the newest book she’d intended to read, pulling up a chair deliberately in between him and the front door. Soon after that, his eyes closed and the next time she looked up he was sound asleep. Her jaw set at the sight, remembering the strange but strong scent of perfume that clung to his chest when she’d wrapped the blanket around him. If anybody came looking for him–no matter who it was– she was going straight to the police. That morning, they left the house and she accompanied him to retrieve his things before they left for school as if nothing had ever happened.
To this day, she thanked her rarely lucky stars that her own family had been gone for the weekend and she had been able to let him stay somewhere safe for the night.
After the incident she noticed little changes in his demeanor each day; a pencil appearing on her desk before she could ask for one, a question she’d written while taking notes answered in an elegant script on her page when she returned to class from the restroom, notes brought to her house when she was ill just like today. His attempts at conversation were still tentative, but much more apparent than before, and she always responded with her full attention. It didn’t take long for their conversations to run deeper than they ever would have imagined, engrossed to the point where entire hours would pass without their knowledge. Soon they were inseparable; she couldn’t remember being so close to somebody all her life.
She buried her face in the blanket, the memory from two years ago bittersweet. Her heart would always break at the thought of what he might have lost that night, but she always hoped he would remember it for the same reasons that she did. The start of a wonderful friendship and the slow emergence of a lifelong love.
I’m sorry I kind of got carried away with this AU idea, but I hope you like it anyway??? Thank you for enabling my endless thirst somebody please protect this boy he is all I think about.
Well I’m still crying. Or at least weepy. Especially with the ending. Who would have ever thought this? I’m still upset about Vax; it’s just not fair (and why does media always kill off one twin? Seriously?). But life isn’t fair, I guess.
There is one thing I can’t get out of my head. Crows and Ravens are known to give gifts to people sometimes. It’s implied there’s something left of Vax in that large raven we saw at the end, so what if it went to visit the others too? Anyway I just typed this up on a whim because I had to get it out of my head and into words. I hope you like it too.
Percy wakes to the sound of Vex crying.
It’s not so much quiet as it is suppressed, and it’s certainly not gentle. It’s the deep muffled crying of someone trying and failing not to disturb others, of someone who would be wailing deep and horrible if they were alone.
Reality pierces his early-morning haze, and Percy immediately sits up. “Vex, Vex dear, what’s wrong? Oh gods is the baby okay—”
Vex pauses. She looks up at Percy with reddened eyes and nods. “The baby’s fine, that’s not it. It’s just,” she curls up tighter, “…today’s my birthday.”
There’s moment of confusion as to why this would upset her so, a moment that Percy takes entirely too long to forgive himself for, and then the implications of her words crash around his ears. “Oh—Oh gods, Vex, I—” He falters, and draws her close. In his arms, Vex breaks down entirely, and Percy finds himself sobbing as well, for family and future unfairly torn away. Since…since Vax, they’ve come to depend on each other more. They ride the waves of grief together.
“How did you do it?” Vex eventually asks into Percy’s chest. “You lost almost your whole family, how did you keep going? How did you handle it?”
“Not well. Don’t do what I did, okay?”
Vex laughs a little at that, a small quavering thing. She pulls Percy tighter, feels the warmth of his chest, searches for his slow steady heartbeat. It’s then that they hear the tapping on their window.
Vex turns and opens the shutters to find a raven. That’s not too unusual; there have been quite a few in the past several months. They especially seem to like the castle and the temple to their maiden, and Vex and Percy can hardly take a walk without encountering one of the birds these days. By an unspoken consensus, nobody in the entire city of Whitestone dares lay a hand on the ravens, and sometimes late at night Percy talks of adding one of them to the De Rolo crest. But what is unusual is the size of this raven, and the sparkling thing in its beak.
The raven drops the sparkling thing on the windowsill and caws once to grab Vex’s attention. Almost as if in a trance, she opens the window and closes her hand around the object. It’s rough on one side, smooth and pointy on the other. The raven hops on the back of her hand, its claws leaving indents in her soft skin. It picks up a strand of black hair that fell from Vex’s head onto the sleeve of her nightrobe overnight, and flies away.
Vex waits for the raven to leave her vision before uncurling her hand. Nestled in her palm is a chunk of a geode. The amethyst crystals jut from their dull gray base and glimmer in the morning sun. More importantly, the geode broke into the vague shape of a bear’s head. Tears fall from Vex’s eyes as she smiles, but she’s quieter now. She places the geode on the windowsill and steps out of bed. “Come on Percy,” she says with a smile, turning back. “It’s a beautiful day.”
It’s when Vex has stepped out of the bath and left the room to get another one of Percy’s presents (and gods this woman is trying to kill him; his gaze is still glazed and unfocused) that he hears the pecking on the window.
Cautiously, protecting his modesty, Percy opens the shutters, pushes open the window, and lets the raven in. It’s bigger than the others, and seems to take no heed of him or his nakedness as it hops into the bathtub and splashes around to its hearts content. Percy suppresses a snort but doesn’t say anything just yet, instead waiting for the bird to finish. Finally, when the raven has finished taking a bath of its own, Percy’s able to see something small and round and shiny in its beak.
“Is this for me?” The raven tilts its head and flies up to rest on Percy’s mess of wet white hair. “Well, thank you. How did you know it was my birthday?”
The raven says nothing, but finally drops the object into Percy’s waiting hands. He lifts it closer to inspect it carefully, and can feel the raven shift its feet to look as well.
It’s one of the bullets fired by his guards, compressed by the heat of combustion and impacting a wall. It’s dented, and chipped, and must have contacted something caustic because there are pits and etchings in it. But as Percy looks closer, he can see that the etchings have created something swirling and abstract, a miniature piece of art in his palm.
How could something so destructive become something so beautiful?
There’s a metaphor in there, but Percy doesn’t want to think about that right now. Instead he places the misshapen bullet on the edge of the bath and looks up to see the beady black eyes of the raven looking down at him. “Thank you,” Percy says quietly.
In lieu of a response, the raven plucks Percy’s glasses right off his face and flies up to the lamp hanging off the ceiling. With almost tauntingly delicate precision, it places Percy’s spectacles halfway off the lip of the glass. It then caws hoarsely and flies away to the sounds of Percy’s curses and shouts.
Vex comes back a few minutes later with some interestingly-shaped springy toys of a sort and chocolate to find Percy upside down and hanging off the ceiling, dripping wet and stark naked save for his boots, as he tries to retrieve his glasses without causing anything to fall and shatter. There are a couple of black feathers floating in the bath water. The springy things bounce off the floor into the rapidly-growing puddle dripping from Percy as Vex doubles over and laughs until she cries.
‘Dan’s sneakier than his younger sisters, but the twins inherited their mom’s hearing. So when ‘Dan tries to sneak into their room to surprise them awake with confetti and noisemakers, they’re ready and waiting.
“Agh! Agh, okay you got me! Can you get off—no, Julia, that’s my hair don’t—Olivia do you want me to tell mom?”
“Mom would laugh,” Olivia says with the overly-innocent smile universal to scheming children, although she does back off. Julia climbs off ‘Dan’s neck and hops onto the floor. Only five and she’s already dreaming of going as high as she can, and asks Keyleth for dragon rides whenever the Voice of the Tempest comes over. In the meantime, Mom has taken to locking up her broom, at least until Julia is older. For his part, ‘Dan prefers to stick to the ground and shadows. Kynan has started teaching him some hand-to-hand combat. Mom and Dad smile when they see him show off, but it’s always a sad smile. He knows why, but doesn’t really know what to make of it right now.
“Okay, yeah, she would,” ‘Dan replies with a smirk and folded arms. “Though she would lecture you after. What are you doing up anyway? It’s—”
“Our birthdays, I know,” Julia says. “And you were gonna wake us up with a lot of noise so nyah you can’t do that now.” She sticks out her tongue for emphasis.
Olivia peeks around her sister’s shoulders and chimes in. “Also we wanted to get up early for raven presents!”
“Oh, really? And what did he get you this year?” ‘Dan sits down and pats the floor for his sisters to join him and show off what they got.
Whitestone is known for many things, but one of them is the ravens. And they like him, and his parents, and his parents’ friends, especially Aunt Kiki. There’s one really big one in particular that always gives birthday presents, and Winter’s Crest presents, every year like clockwork. They’re little things, junk to others but always something personal (a chipped figurine of a tiger for Aunt Kiki, a piece of a fossil dire bear claw for Mom, a rusty dagger for ‘Dan himself), and they line the walls of their home.
Julia and Olivia run back to the windowsill to show off the raven’s birthday presents. They talk over each other about the huge birthday party they’re going to have today. In their room, on their balcony, Vex and Percy stand hand in hand and watch the raven fly away.