this needed to be made today


“Here is fine,” Rick said when he saw the exit. The sky was getting darker, and Rick didn’t want them to risk it on the road. He thought it’d be best if they set up camp off in the woods out of sight from all threats. Michonne parked the vehicle and unbuckled her seat belt.

“Here will have to do,” she said rolling her head around slowly. It had been a long day. Seemed like they search for hours for nothing. A few bullets here…a few cans of food there. Some supplies here and there. The search looked bleak, but they weren’t giving up. They couldn’t.

Rick looked outside the window and pointed just to his right. “We can build a fire real quick. Heat up some of those cans of food we found,” he suggested. Michonne sat up and rested her gloved hands on her thighs.

“Sounds like a plan,” she stood, bending over to walk to the back of the van. A clear, plastic container sat behind the driver’s seat with a bunch of canned string beans and pork-n-beans.

“You know…I wish I could eat something that I don’t feed Judith all the time. I feel like I’m the baby,” she playfully complained and Rick opened his door, hoping out the van. Seconds later he opened the side doors for Michonne.

“What’s that I always say…The Law of-”

“Yeah, yeah…the law of averages. I know,” she mocked. “There’s just going to be a big room filled with food that we’ll find one day.” She smirked as Rick helped her get out of the van. Michonne sat the cans down on the ground, and started to collect wood for a small fire.

The weather was nice today. A breeze blew by across her bare arms that she appreciated. Sometimes….just sometimes, there were moments of normalcy out here. Her body would remember to right before the world fell apart, and it was like she was back in Georgia on her grandma’s porch listening to music…dancing…enjoying life. It was funny how a single breeze could do that.

“You miss Georgia?” she asked him. Rick smiled and nodded, beads of sweat coating his forehead.

“It’s funny… with the world the way it is, but I can honestly say I’m homesick. I never traveled before all of this. I never left the county. Maybe just to go to Atlanta a few times. That’s about it. The air don’t smell that great outside with all the decay, but it don’t smell like Georgia. That sound weird?” he asked as they dropped the wood they gathered it into a pile.

Michonne smiled, shaking her head. “Nope. It sounds pretty much like how I feel. Except, I used to travel all the time,” she told him. Rick’s eyebrows raised.

“Oh, really. Where have you been?” he wondered. She grabbed a box of matches and struck one, placing it against the wood.

“Florida…New York…California…Vegas…I traveled a lot for work. Met a lot of cool people along the way,” Michonne explained to Rick.

“I’ve met some cool people along the way, too,” Rick told Michonne. He thought of Glenn just now. He thought about his friend often, but he kept that to himself. Everyone was dealing with their pain their own way right now. He’d have to figure a way to deal with his.

Michonne noticed a sadness to his voice. Since that night in the woods; the night it all happened; the night they lost family, he’d been different. Just this shell of himself. Lately, he started to smile. He started to not let every little threat from Negan get to him, but she noticed things.

Michonne learned not to press the small stuff with Rick. He questioned himself all the time, so she couldn’t question him. As a lawyer she learned that sometimes the people who have nothing to say, have the most to say. Rick was that way. He had so much to tell her, but he tread lightly with his stories.

So she resigned herself to wait. Michonne would wait for him to tell her what’s wrong when he was ready, and comfort him when he sought it. He talked about Shane recently. He would talk about whatever was bothering him soon, because she was with him no matter what.

No matter what.


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Stanley’s Choice (Part 2)

A/N: This is my first ever imagine/fic series, so please don’t hate me if it’s really bad! Also, the Losers are aged up to about 16 years old. 

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader (Romantic, kinda) + Richie Tozier x Reader (Platonic/Romantic-ish)

Warnings: not that i know of???

Summary: After staying friends for 3 years, the Losers’ Club all go to the Homecoming dance together. However, when you arrive, you’re surprised to find someone else with the boy you had been in love with since you were 13.

His hand wrapped around yours as he handed you that tape. How could he just pretend that everything was okay? That what he did - was doing - didn’t break your heart? That you could just pick up where you left - 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You wanted to look at him, but you couldn’t. The fear of him seeing you cry overcame you, and you just couldn’t. Without saying a word to him, you pulled your hand away shakily, and walked into your house. 

That night, you left your blinds open, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of him in his room, reading, bird watching, things you used to do together through the windows. Maybe you could say what you wanted to then; pour your heart out. But all you saw was the faint glow of his lamp through those dark curtains you hated so much. 

“Y/N! Careful, you almost completely knocked me over!” Patricia said, waking you up from your thoughts. She was headed towards the table, probably going to ask Stan to slow dance with her. To your song. 

“Oh, shit, sorry, I just got a little distracted,” you murmured. Pretty much everyone was on the dance floor except Eddie and Stan. Beverly and Bill were in each other’s arms, Ben and Kay swayed awkwardly to the song, and even  Mike found someone to dance with. You looked for Richie, the one person you thought could save you from this situation, but you found him already sitting next to Eddie, deep into a conversation about something stupid, you were sure. 

Patricia followed your gaze. “You and Richie aren’t going to slow dance together? After all those songs, this is the one you aren’t going to dance to?” 

“Well, yeah,” you chuckled awkwardly. “We’re just friends. Really close friends.” 

“Oh.. Well, I’m trying to bring Stan over so we could dance. If only I could get to him! These people keep getting in the way,” she responded. Strangely, when she said it, you weren’t offended. You were certain if anyone else did, it would feel like a personal attack to you, but Patricia wasn’t that type of person. Maybe that’s why Stan asked her instead of you. “I told him to just meet me when a slow song comes along, since he didn’t want to dance to all those other songs, but you know Stan.” 

Not knowing how to respond, you just nodded. You both pushed through the tons of people standing between you and the table, and when you finally made it, the song ended. At least there was that. They weren’t going to be dancing to your song. 

“Damn it!” Patricia said in frustration. “You should’ve just met me on the dance floor.” 

“Next song, Patty,” Stan replied quietly. “I promise I’ll go for the next one.” 

The next slow song came eventually, and you looked on as Patricia whipped Stan away to the dance floor. You were watching them intently, but unconsciously, until Richie nudged you. “You need something to wipe that nasty ass drool off your chin?” 

“Shit, do you think they noticed?” you said nervously. 

He shook his head. Then made a face that almost looked like he was thinking. “Actually.. I don’t think Patricia noticed. Stan probably did. He notices every fucking thing about you. It’s annoying.” 

“Stop fucking around with me, Rich. I don’t like that shit.” He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but you cut him off. “No. We’re done talking about this.” 

Surprisingly, Richie didn’t argue. Throughout the rest of the dance, you and Richie just sat at your table in silence. 

When it was time to leave, you and Mike were deciding who to give rides to because you had all planned on going to your place, since your parents were gone for the weekend. 

“My car has 8 seats, so I can take 8 people,” you said. You could have technically taken everyone to your house, but Ben told you that he wanted to bring Kay along so the Losers could get to know her. 

“Well, who do you think is riding with you?” Mike asked.

While you and Mike were talking it over, you felt someone tapping your shoulder. When you turned around, you found yourself staring at Stan. “Y/N… I know I didn’t ask you guys ahead of time, but is it okay if Patty comes along too? She says her parents aren’t home and she’s too-” 

“Yeah. Sure. It’s fine,” you said, before turning back around. “Okay, so Bev, Bill, and Richie are riding with me then? Ben, Kay, Eddie, Patty, and Stan can ride with Mike.”

“Y/N, I don’t have enough seats. I only have room for four people in my car,” Mike said. You would have asked Eddie to ride with you, but you felt bad at the fact that Mike would be stuck in the car with couples. While you were trying to come up with what to do, you heard Patricia speak up.

“We’ll ride with you.” 

And so they did. The car ride to your house was filled with awkward tension. You shot Beverly the occasional nervous glance, had short, almost telepathic conversations, before focusing on driving again. When you got to your place, you parked in the driveway, but left just enough space for Mike, who arrived about a minute later. Richie knew where you kept your keys, so naturally, he was the first one in your house, and everyone followed after, leaving you and Beverly outside. 

“I know you like him, but how is this so awkward all of a sudden? I mean, it wasn’t like this yesterday, or last week, or anytime before that. Why is it so bad tonight?” she asked. 

The next morning, you decided you were going to finally tell him what was on your mind right before . You walked over to his house, you knocked, but as soon as he opened the door, you found yourself frozen. It’s as if the words drove you to this deserted island, then left you there stranded. 

“Y/N, hey-”

“Bill says he wants to hang out at the quarry today, do you wanna bike together?” you asked casually. On the way to the quarry, you talked to Stan about anything and everything - except for what you really wanted to talk about. You thought, when HE brings it up, that’s when I’ll say what I need to say, but each time he made an attempt to do so, you would shoot it down. Quickly. That’s how most of your interactions went after that day. The other times he would try to bring it up you would just ignore it. Eventually, he just stopped bringing it up, and you two just acted like nothing ever happened. 

Why were you such a coward? 


Let’s talk about this review I got today for Experimentation. I doubt the person who felt the need to send this message to me is on tumblr, but I’ll never know because they posted as a guest. Which also means I can’t actively reply to it.

Now, I’m going to approach this kind of like a PSA or one of those videos we were made to watch in school about why you’re not supposed to walk on the railroad tracks. Only I’ll be explaining why you shouldn’t send messages like this to fanfic authors.

First though, let me just say that if you’re going to ask/demand things in your message, then please do so under a registered name so that the author can reply personally to you.

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TWD 8x05 - The Big Scary U | Sentence Starters

I no longer fear death.
What I fear is a fruitless death.
These cakes are made from scratch by yours truly.
You don’t need to explain yourself over and over again.
I don’t like killing people any more than you do.
If you kill the right people at the right time, everything falls in place.
If you kill one, you could be saving hundreds more.
Tell me where to go and what to do and I’ll make it happen.
I think you’re a thin-dicked politician, threading the needle with your thin dick.
People are a resource.
People are the foundation of what we are building here!
Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?!
Are you confused about who we are?
Are you confused about who’s in charge?
We kill the right people in the wrongest way possible and we make them all watch!
Your friend (…) is an asshole.
There had to be some reason why I did what I did.
I don’t have shit to confess.
We have to assume (…) is dead.
They have snipers all around the building.
Someone in here made everything out there happen.
The right kind of rat can kill plenty of people.
We keep what’s ours and we don’t give up a damn thing!
We’re going to find that subhuman coward who did this to us and we’re going to kill him!
Let’s make today the best today it can be.
You can use your weaknesses to drive your strengths.
I’m going to make you my new special project.
You killed my people when they were sleeping?
I haven’t killed anyone who didn’t need it.
There are people in there who aren’t fighters!
There’s a plan and everyone’s sticking to it.
A lot of our people are dead, (…).
We make it inside, we live.
I can just kill you, but that’s not what I want.
I’ve killed before but that’s not my greatest sin.
What you did, that’s some horrible, cowardly, spineless shit.
Anyone else want a bullet? Anyone?!

College is good for headcanons sometimes

So here’s a follow up post, to the one I made about Ryuu matching the type for likely people to be abused. In class at college today, the teacher explained there’s lots of factors that come into play that make someone the type to likely be or become a victim of abuse. These are the points I remember that definitely apply to Ryuu.

  • People who have a need to please often let people get away with more than they should.

    Ryuu is a people’s pleaser. Heck remember in season 1 when he got annoyed at a girl who wanted prove of that he realy was hanging out with friends? He sent her a selfie of him with Io to please her, and still called her cute when En asked about it. (Yumoto and Atsushi have a need to please too btw.)

  • People who are afraid to be alone. Ryuu dates around lots, surrounds himself with girls and takes pride in that. And then there’s season ep6 where he has that big reaction to Io leaving the defense club.

    This one fits Yumoto too and I assume this is likely how he ended up with those terrible friends in the flashback ep in season 2.

  • People from broken homes. Well I don’t know what happened to Ryuu’s parents, but there’s gotta be a reason why he’s being raised by his grandma. (Then there’s Yumoto and Io too)

  •  People who aren’t confident. Now Ryuu shows himself as very confident. But then there’s also moments like this. (Also applies to Io)

That’s all the points I can list for now, I might come back and add more next time I had that class.

anonymous asked:

Can you please explain to me in a simple way black feminism and what are your thoughts on it?

As a black woman to me, black feminism is focusing soley on the empowerment of black women. It is recognizing the patriarchy and toxic masculinity in the black community and trying to survive and thrive past that. It is recognizing the racism we as black women face from other ethnicities, especially non-black poc. Black feminism is understanding the negative stigma placed upon black women by non-black women, and our culture/pride as black women being taken and made into a trend by non-black women.

Black feminism is strictly for the empowerment of black women and becoming aware that society as a whole, has an extremely negative stigma on us and always has so it is about us progressing despite society’s  views on us. Black feminism is about getting empowerment/equality just for black women because literally everyone, especially non-black women, is against us.

I like black feminism because I think it’s needed especially in today’s political climate. It has always been needed.

YOU FOOL - Epilogue

My manager made a couple phone calls today.

First was to Dummy to let her know that her services are no longer needed. 

Second was to the guy who was told he could have a $10/mo discount - which would make his membership free…- and he was told he could either cancel or pay $10/mo. He cancelled.

Third was to the woman who thought she’d cancelled who was told she had to sign shit if she wanted to cancel - and it wouldn’t be free. She didn’t cancel.

Fourth was to Dummy’s replacement, who by first appearances is no smarter but seems to try really hard. I can work with that. Her first shift tonight went…well…about like any first shift goes.

Fifth was to the people who run our computer systems. Now everybody is completely locked out of the deep system - aside from my manager and myself.


I love how on the last post I made a joke about it getting 14 notes and then the count began.

I’m a grown man and if I want to sit around in my underwear watching cartoons all day I will. -J

blushfire said: I’m glad your manager has the lady balls to fire idiots. Everywhere I work, no one does until they’re caught red-handed doing something extra bad.

I’ll level with you. My manager is one of the kindest, nicest, sweetest people I’ve ever met. Until you cross her. Then she will make you suffer. I’ve yet to be on her bad side, and I really don’t want to be. Ever.

Loud and Angry

Summary:  Darcy is, for all intensive purposes, P.O.ed. And Bucky is a little shit, who knows more then he lets on.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Word Count: 1568

Notes: pre-relationship, angst, feels, music what music, angst with happy ending, yelling, I own no characters; you’ve been warned.  

“Loud, angry music, Jane! Loud, angry music! I need it, now. So scoot! Shoo! Go, go, go! Keep your science-y mumbo jumbo to yourself, today I don’t care – I need loud, angry music.” Darcy bellowed as she searched through her desk for her iPod.

“Whatever you say, Darce.”

Jane knew better than to argue with Darcy when she got into these kinds of moods.

Darcy moved around the labs, efficiently doing her work as always. She sorted data, input data, made food, and even managed to get Jane and Erik to eat regularly too. The only difference was she did so in complete silence. Almost complete silence. Her iPod was an ever present accessory. Its music played so loudly it even disturbed Jane once or twice.

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i know this is rly dumb but ive never seen a show with an adult autistic character b4 now and like… the good doctor makes me so happy tht i want to cry?? im so used to hating every single part of myself thts autistic but like??? seeing a character with those traits rly normalized them for me? idk having tht representation made my brain realize tht its ok for me to b like this and im very emotional rn

evansrogerskitten  asked:

Soooo I started reading Kill Zone last night. It’s been on my list to catch up on. Little did I know I would become obsessed with it and stay up way past my bedtime as I binge read it, needing to know. Then I unfortunately fell asleep about halfway and now all day I can’t stop thinking about it and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on! 😂 Needless to say, I will be reading the rest of it tonight and it’s completely amazing. Thank you for writing it!

I’ve been staring at this for soooo ong now. You have no idea how happy you just made me. I really needed this today so thank you sooo much!

Kill Zone


Okay so hey guys. I know I keep saying I’m back but I keep losing all inspiration. If I’m being honest since school started I’ve been super busy. Also my OCD has been literal hell. My mind is constantly getting stuck and things and spiraling in. Today I read some fics I wrote but never published and it made me happy and sad. I think I want to keep writing on here but it may be hard for to because of my mind. Thank you all and I hope you undestand.
Love you all,

My joints as I stand up after having been sitting for awhile:


the flicker series: on my own

When One Direction comes knocking, fuck what I’m doing. I don’t give a shit if I’ve sold out arenas or won Grammys. I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for that.

5 kind things you could do today:
  • listen. listening is probably one of the most basic skills that we have acquired ever since. unfortunately, as we grow older, we tend to overlook the importance of listening and instead, most of us choose to talk, talk, and talk. thus this time, i challenge you to listen to someone. just listen. give them time to explain their side. listen to someone talk about their passion, their life, their love because remember: it is through listening that you will learn so much from people.
  • appreciate. this is one of the easiest thing to do because you literally don’t have to spend a lot of your time, energy, or money. the only thing you have to do is to compliment someone. tell someone you like their outfit, their makeup, their eyes. tell someone they chose the perfect color to match their hair. compliment someone because they deserve it and compliments are meant to be shared anyway. you will never know how important these comments are to certain people.
  • give out. it does not have to be something that costs you so much money or effort! it could be anything! a little note to cheer someone up! a short text message to make someone feel loved, an anonymous letter to someone who might need it. or you might even want to give out some wild flowers to someone who would like it. at the end of the day, it’s the thought that you made someone feel like they matter that counts! and that’s more than enough!
  • thank. if someone was extra nice to you today, thank them! thank your friends for sticking up with your crap. thank the adults who helped you grow. thank the little people- the security guard, the cafeteria lady, the bartender, the barista, the faculty of your school or your office. thank the people who deserve to be thanked. thank everyone who shaped you to become the person that you are right now.
  • offer. offering help to someone is literally one of the most precious, genuine, and heartwarming thing that you could ever do! you will never know how much they would need it since there are some who are not very vocal about their burdens! sometimes, all they need is a little nudge and a helping hand to speak up! bonus part: the person you help could also possibly help you in the future (not that you’re doing this for someone to owe you something).

Jeong Jeong: I have taught the Avatar a lesson about fire bending.

Zuko: You fucked up a perfectly willing student is what you did. Look at it. It’s got anxiety.


Sehun blowing you kisses to wish you a good day ahead  (´。• ω •。`) ♡

(171115) Wonho’s Fancafe update

어떤 말부터 시작을 해야 할지 모르겠지만
부족한 어휘 라도 조금은 진지하게
하고 싶은 말은 사실 엄청 많아요
오늘이 특별한 날이 된다기보다는
늘 있던 우리들의 시간 중에 하나라고 생각을 하려 했는데
그럴 필요가 없는 것 같아요
몬베베 가 자신을 위해서가 아닌
우리들 멤버들을 위해서 만들어준 1위
어떻게 소중하지 않을까요..
멤버들이 가져야 할 1위가 아니고
몬베베들이 가져야 할 것 그런 거 같아요
사실 몬베베들이 오늘을 기대하고 있다고 얘기를
그래서 속으로 정말 미안하고 심장이 두근두근 뛰었어요 우리 팬들이 얼마나기대할까
우리가 웃는 걸 얼마나 보고 싶어 할까
근데 그걸 보여줄 수가 없는데.. 하고
제 자신이너무 초라하게 느껴졌어요
아무것도 해줄 수가 없는에 무기력하게
그리고 되게 무섭게 다가왔거든요
이럴 때마다 앞에서 몬베베들이 초롱초롱 눈빛 내면서
쳐다봐줄 때 그리고 일위 발표 후 희비가 교차될 때
마다 난 정말 괜찮은데.. 난 진짜 괜찮은데
몬베베는 슬퍼하지 마 왜 그래라고 말하고 싶었어요
절대 우리가 고생 해왔던 것들이 스쳐 지나가서
눈물을 보인게 아니에요
우리가 고생했다고 말 하지말아요
우리는 고생한적도 없고 힘든적도없어요
늘 내팬들과 함께 여서 행복 했었고
내가 이런 행복을 누려도 되나 싶었던 마음을
내가 이렇게 사랑받는 사람이구나 라고
바꿔준 몬베베 자나여어
정말 많이 사랑하고 고맙고 그어떤일이 있어도
아프게 하고싶지않은 사람들아
모든게 후회가아닌 즐거웠던 추억으로 남을수있게
해주는 그런 사람이 될게요
-늘 더 좋은 환경 더 좋은자리 더 좋은무대
좋은소리만 듣게 해주지 못했던 원호가
앞으로 더좋은것들만 보게 해주기위해

To you
I don’t know how I should start
but to be honest I have a lot of words no matter how lacking they are
I want to seriously say
More than today becoming a special day
I tried thinking of it as that one time out of the times we had
but I don’t think I need to
Monbebes didn’t make first place happen because of self confidence
but they made it happen for us members
How is it not important..
I don’t think it’s a first place us members should have
but something Monbebes should have
Honestly I heard that Monbebes were anticipating and waiting
for this day
so in the inside I was really sorry and my heart was racing and I was nervous “How much are our fans looking forward to this?”
“How much do they want to see us smile?”
“But I can’t show them that”..
And I felt that my self confidence was so poor
And the fact that I couldn’t do anything
hit me in the face very scarily and made me feel powerless
Every time things are like this and Monbebes are looking at us brightly
and after the first place announcement and every time there’s a mixture of joy
and sorrow I wanted to say I’m really okay.. I’m seriously okay
Monbebes don’t be sad why are you being like that
We’re never brushing by what we worked hard on
and showing tears
Don’t say we’ve worked hard
We’ve never worked hard and we’ve never struggled
I was always happy because I was together with my fans
it was Monbebes who changed my thoughts
of whether I was allowed to enjoy this happiness
And made me think, “I’m a person being loved like this”
I really love you all so much and I’m so thankful and no matter what happens
I will be sure to become a person that
doesn’t make you guys hurt and that leaves behind joyful, not regretful memories
-Wonho, who couldn’t always give a better environment, a better seat, a better stage,
and a good voice to listen to,
will make sure to let you all see only better things

translated by fymonsta-x ϟ take out with full credit.

BTS’ ‘Spring Day’ is used in today’s episode of SBS ‘The Its Know’「Sewol Ferry, returning after 3 year - Will hope rise up again?」

It’s the only song as well as idols’ song to be used, not including instrumental background music. ‘The Its Know’ is an investigation program, covering unsolved mysteries as well as hidden stories. Today’s episode is dedicated to Sewol Ferry disaster, as tomorrow, April 16th, marks 3 full years since the disaster which took away 304 lives, with 9 people still remaining missing.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you're accepting any more prompts rn or what but I'm feeling super super super low and I hate my exams, I hate studying and I used to love it and I feel like I'm stuck and there's no way out and idk, I don't see myself getting out of my family's grasp and going anywhere and I was going through my tags and your works make me so happy, so if you could, drarry/linny but which boosts morale? And maybe makes me want to study I'd give anything for that. Thanks for reading my rant♥♥

I am always taking prompts (I can’t always get to them for awhile but I do my best).  I’m so sorry you’re struggling and I know sometimes when you’re in a tight space it can feel as if it will stay that way forever but I hope you’re feeling a little better now and I want you to know that one small thing can always change our lives in unexpected ways. Have hope and stay strong.  And I hope this can cheer you up even in the smallest of ways.

Harry fiddles with the book in his lap, unable to focus on studying with the sounds of exasperation and stress coming out of Malfoy’s mouth as he studies.  It has been on the tip of Harry’s tongue to ask if he is alright, or needs a break, for the last two hours but every time he thinks he’s made up to his mind and starts to make even the smallest noise Draco just looks up from his book and shoots Harry a death glare.

He knows Draco is nervous for the exams beginning tomorrow, knows he wants to do well.  And yet he can’t for the life of him fathom how Draco, because it was definitely Draco now, has changed so much in the last twenty four hours.  The softness, the openness, the biting humor and hints of kindness are gone.  Draco has been snapping at him all week but in the last day he’d become so tense Harry can’t even look at him without incurring his wrath.



“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“I don’t care, I don’t have time for this.  Just zip it I will hex you into next week.”  Harry snorts in disbelief earning himself a look that would send anyone else running from the room.

Making up his mind, Harry slams his book shut and patters across the room to sit on the edge of Draco’s bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.  “I’m not scared of you.”

“Wonderful.  A lifetime of work thrown away all because of a few measly kisses.”

“Oh I don’t know if I would call them that, you weren’t that bad of a kisser.”

And that’s it, he’s done it, broken Draco’s trance as Draco looks up at him a look of annoyance on his face, but there’s something else there too even if Harry isn’t entirely sure what.  “I am a fucking superb kisser, Potter, and don’t you forget it.”

Harry drops his hand, unable to hide his own shock as he stares at the other boy.  “When would I get a chance to forget?”

Draco looks decidedly uncomfortable as he coughs, picking his book back up off the bed and refusing to look at Harry again.  “After…just after exams.  When we leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

Draco slams his book shut with much more force than necessary, the sound echoing loudly in the small room like the aftershocks of a curse.  “I. Heard. You.  Last week.  Telling Weasley about the job offers.  My god Potter half of England’s Quidditch teams want you to play for them and an open invitation to the Aurors….you’ve got your pick of the future you want.  Which by the way I’m clearly not a part of since you didn’t mention any of them to me.”

Harry swallows down his guilt at hiding the offers, not wanting to admit that talking about the future was exactly what Harry didn’t want to do but for entirely different reasons.  He doesn’t want to confess that the idea of leaving Hogwarts terrifies him, that he has no idea what he wants to do, that he doesn’t feel ready to be an adult.  After a lifetime of feeling responsible for the world Harry wants nothing more than to fuck away from all responsibility, not forever, but for a little while longer.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco mumbles, misinterpreting Harry’s silence.  His icy tone cuts through Harry’s thoughts like a knife.

“I didn’t tell you because I’m not taking them.”

“What do you mean you’re not taking them?  Which one?” 

Draco sounds as scandalized as Harry had expected.  He shrugs, as if turning down multiple career opportunities is nothing.  “None of them.”

“What the bloody fuck is wrong with you, Potter?”

Harry steels himself, summoning his courage and knowing this conversation will reveal far more than he was prepared, but knowing with a sort of certainty that he feels about nothing else that it is the right thing to do.

“Because…because I’m tired of it.  All of it.  I love flying, god I love flying, but I don’t want to be watched anymore.  I couldn’t stand all those people watching and cheering and hoping for a victory with my name on their lips.  And the Aurors can all go fuck themselves if they think I want to spend the rest of my life chasing down Dark Wizards.”  He pasues, unable to look at Draco’s face but taking courage in the cold hand that reaches out to hold his own.  “Fuck, Draco, I know you’re mad because you didn’t get any job offers and you should have because you’re brilliant and determined and you’ve worked hard to prove yourself and I’m sorry everyone else doesn’t see that yet, but one day they will…..but for now….I think just this once maybe the Wizarding World can just go fuck themselves.”

At this Draco laughs, it starts out small as if Draco doesn’t even mean to but when Harry looks up at him, Draco’s lips are curled into his mouth as he bites on them trying to contain his laughter.  It makes Harry feel strong in a way he isn’t used too.  He squeezes Draco’s hand and continues.

“I was gonna wait…until after exams but I was thinking about, well about fucking off.  I don’t even know where to.  Gods we can go anywhere..America, France, I don’t care you can pick just please come with me.”


Harry looks up, his mouth falling open in shock because he’d expected to have a lot more convincing to do.  But Draco is just smiling at him, and it makes something in Harry break because he wants to hold on to that memory forever.

“Really?  Yes?”

Draco rolls his eyes, but there is a fondness in them.  “Did you really think I’d say no to trotting around the globe with my ridiculously fit boyfriend living the life of leisure and having sex whenever I please?”

“Oh, well when you put it that way,” Harry whispers, moving to his knees and crawling across the bed until he’s straddling Draco’s lap, knocking his book to the floor in the process.  If Draco notices he doesn’t say anything.

“So this boyfriend of yours?  Do you think….do you think you love him?” Harry whispers, his fingers brushing across Draco’s cheek.

“The word is so quiet Harry almost misses it.  “Yes.”

This time its Harry who laughs, feeling a sort of delirious happiness bubbling up inside of him that makes him dizzy.   “S’good…because he loves you too.”