Life Is Not Daijoubu

THIS WAS GOING TO BE HIS YEAR!!!

Your telling me that this face didn’t get to graduate?

modern au!jayvik x reader playing minecraft shenanigans <3 —likes, comments, reblogs = happy bee gratitude <3

jayce & viktor both excel at building and redstone automating/tinkering/etc. but they decide that jayce is more suited for building & viktor makes redstone mechanisms better

you’re grateful that those are their roles cuz you can’t redstone or build FOR SHIT… so you’re more than happy to be the explorer & miner to collect resources for your boyfriends

in game, whenever you bring jayce the blocks he needs, he makes a point to squat his character up and down as a means to kiss you

meanwhile, viktor bonks his character’s head into yours when you gift him a surplus of redstone

you three have a private server, but you also play on a collective server with folks like mel caitlin ekko jinx and vi; that server is half war zone and half paradise in terms of builds (jinx keeps griefing caitlin’s builds with charged creepers and tnt)

when the three of you play together while next to one another in real life, you make a point to distract your boyfriends from their builds with kisses and hugs

the one time you took both of them on a mine exploration in game, jayce immediately fell into lava and viktor screamed when he got attacked by zombies in a mob spawner room

the little arrangement of roles you three have works… you just have to keep your boyfriends safe from hostile mobs

at least, the exploration in the lush cave went well; viktor found a pinkish purple axolotl and named it rio while jayce stole all the glow berries

when the happy ghast snapshot came out, you immediately get one from the nether and revive it, naming it gumdrop and taking your boyfriends on an adventure with it :)

Alastor

I’m gonna start using this app more. Someone help me set this thing up

inuokko in 4th year finish each other’s sentences, are insufferably sassy and take good care of their kouhai.

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Sleepy Cuddles

Masterlist

Type: fluff

Requested by: @tripthlightfantastic

Request: i’d die for eddie cuddling reader when they can’t sleep (i have the worst insomnia lol)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! (It takes me ages to fall asleep as well lol so I know the feeling.) I actually really enjoyed writing this, it was really cute. It did end up being shorter than I thought it would be, but I hope you enjoy! If you do, keep in mind that my requests are open!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 436

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With a sigh, you turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d laid down a few hours prior. As an insomniac, the experience wasn’t exactly uncommon - just incredibly unwelcome. You turned your head, checking the clock which read 3:26 in big bright red letters. Huffing out another exasperated breath, you turned again, this time facing the other figure in the bed, who, unlike yourself, had fallen asleep hours ago.

For as long as you’d been staying over at his trailer, Eddie had never had any trouble falling asleep quickly. He knew about your sleeping problems, sure, and he always vowed to stay up and try to help you fall asleep to no avail. But sometimes, like tonight, you’d see him stir in his sleep from one too many movements on your behalf. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple times before noticing your soft e/c eyes watching him.

“Can’t sleep?” He murmured softly, sleep still lacing his voice as he tried desperately to wake himself up a bit more for your sake. You nodded, knowing you didn’t have to explain yourself. He just understood. Without a word, he lifted his arm towards you, gesturing for you to come closer. You flipped yourself around and shifted closer, your back pressed against his chest, letting him be the big spoon tonight. He let his arm drop once you were situated, resting it across your waist and letting his other arm snake around your chest, pulling you closely against him. You felt him bury his face in your hair, his light breaths tickling the back of your neck and making you giggle, which in turn, made a lazy smile grace his lips.

You were so grateful for Eddie. You both knew the only way you could get to sleep at this point was if you were in his arms, and him being the fidgety person he was, he never stayed in one position very long whilst sleeping. However, for you, he was willing to lay in the same way for hours just to let you get a little bit of sleep.

You heard him yawn from behind you, and you knew he was barely keeping his eyes open, but he was trying for you. As your eyes finally began to droop, you felt him place a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, followed by a barely audible “I love you.” “Mmm, love you too,” you whispered back, nestling your body back into his and finally allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber with the love of your life beside you.

winter days

besties

The Harry Potter That I Need.

I want so much more from Harry Potter but like… not what I’m getting.

Give me the happy things, but also the sad things.

Give me how Molly has a mental break down after she realised oh god she killed someone, but the reason she was crying was not the fact she murdered someone… it was the fact that she didn’t feel guilty. Because they attacked her baby, and she’ll be damned if she loses another child.

Give me George lashing out at everyone after Fred died, but when he does it to Ginny, she blinks back tears and just hugs him. And they stay there for hours.

Give me what happened to Umbridge. All the funerals from the war.

Give me Minerva yelling at Albus’s portrait when she finds out what he did.

Give me Harry Potter having a panic attack now and then, whenever he gets a headache or when lightning clashes. What about when he makes bacon and it gets burnt. But tell me that the biggest one he had was the first time Ginny was pregnant. Because no, what if they turn out like him? What if he dies and they’re given away to someone like the Dursley’s?

And speaking of, tell me, did Harry go see them again? Did Dudley have a magical child and apologise? Did Alice and Frank’s mind come back?

Don’t tell me Hermione didn’t bring muggle things into the magical world. Like (sorry) maths and other important subjects. Like therapists for people with PTSD, and medical wings for people who’ve been obliviated. Don’t forget the pens.

Don’t tell me Hermione didn’t find her parents.

And I know this is spoken about a lot, but I wish Harry hadn’t become an Auror. Especially after he had kids, because he couldn’t put himself in the position his parents were in, and leave his children fatherless.

Did he do Quidditch in his spare time? Did his kids play Quidditch?

What about Ron and Hermione readying The Deathly Hallows to their kids someday, but they don’t make it through the story because they’re fighting about midnight and twilight.

Did Hermione ever see Krum again? Did Luna yell at her Father, even being the amazing person she is?

Give me Teddy Lupin starting a Werewolves Rights campaign, and all the previous Hogwarts students getting so involved, that werewolves were treated as if they were normal, and special sanctuary’s with animals for the full moon. Give me Harry having a special connection with him, and constantly reassuring him his parents would be proud.

Give me Ron having special connections to people who are often overlooked, to the ones who aren’t hat smart but have specialties in places no one would suspect.

Give me Ginny starting a kids Quidditch league, and her keeping in a special case the broomstick she stole from Fred all those years ago.

When Molly can’t knit the jumpers anymore, please tell me Ginny, although reluctantly, but with a sense of duty, continues it. Secretly giving George two, one with the letter F. And them two arranging the kids into swear words to give out as Christmas cards.

Give me Draco apologising, although sincerely, very nervous. Hermione just smiles, pointing to both their scars, and saying she knows what it’s like to be pressured into something. That it’s not his fault he was brought up that way, that kids naturally follow the actions of their superiors.

Although some might disagree, I’d like to see him bring down the remains of Godric’s Hollow, and place something like a proper orphanage that he visits, or a psychologists building built for both Muggles and Magical beings.

Gove me a whole book on the Marauders, and when Peter was good.

Give me Charlie fighting for dragons rights, all animal right, alongside a very old Newt Scamander.

Don’t reiterate what you already gave me, tell me what I missed.

The Sound of Being Loved

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Possibly OOC. I'm posting this at like 12am and I am so tired sleepy but I needed to finish this Or Else

Warnings: some hurt/comfort, talk about The Scar™️

Word Count: 737

Masterlist

AO3

Astarion let out a stiff breath as your fingers brushed over the scar. The poem. The sigil. Whatever it was Cazador'd carved into his back.

You'd asked him about it before. He'd answer curtly and bitterly - as he’d always done when his master was the subject of conversation. But that was so long ago now. At least, it felt quite long ago. He couldn't really be sure. All he knew was things were finally dying down and becoming normal. As normal as things could be, anyway. And you couldn't stop yourself from asking again.

That's how you ended up straddling his thighs as he laid chest-down on the bed.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you reminded him softly. You kept repeating the phrase when he tensed beneath your fingers, or got that quiet, distant aura about him.

He hummed, turning his head to peek over his shoulder at you. He offered the most reassuring smile he could muster. "Go on," he encouraged. "He's dead - it doesn't matter anymore."

You tilted your head. Sharp eyes studied him, searching for any hint of a lie. He sighed quietly as your hand massaged the back of his neck. "But it still happened," you said, "you still hate it."

He smirked, but his quiet voice gave away the false confidence. "You know me too well, darling."

"Yes," you leaned down to kiss his cheek, "I do." He turned his head slightly more to catch your lips for a momentary kiss. Your lips hovered over his, eyes boring into his soul, searching. "I can stop."

"No. Please. I... I want you to know every part of me. I trust you."

You kissed him once more, languid and sweet, before sitting back up. He closed his eyes and tried to relax under your fingers. They danced across his back, tracing each line in their circular pattern. One hand slid to his waist to thumb circles into his side. He wondered why for a moment. Surely it would be easier to feel each infernal letter with both hands? Then he realized: it was a distraction. You were giving him something to focus on while you studied his back. His undead heart stuttered in his chest.

“I could translate it,” you whisper. It’s a gentle offer. “If you wanted to know what it says.”

Cazador is dead, he reminds himself. Whatever the bastard carved into his skin, it shouldn’t hold so much power over him anymore. But the thought of knowing exactly what was written there… His lips pursed.

You pressed a kiss to his spine, in between the circles of text. He lets out a breath. “No. Let it die with him.”

You’re quiet as you go back to tracing. He wonders if you’re translating it in your mind. He… doesn’t mind the thought - not as much as he thought he would. He trusts you, enough to know you would take the words to your grave. They would never be used against him, held over him as leverage. They’d just sit in a corner of your mind and collect dust, until their meaning is lost forever. He doesn’t mind that at all.

Once you’ve felt all of the letters, your hand traces the circles themselves. Starting right at the center, you go out ring by ring. Where scarred lines branch off, you ghost your touch up and down the ridges. There are several at the bottom of the scar. It almost looks like dripping wax, sealed into his skin forever. Imagining what it was like hurts too much.

He peeks over his shoulder again as he feels your hands, full, flat-palmed on his skin, sliding over his sides. You lay on top of him, sliding your arms around him, squished between his stomach and the bed. You’re so warm. Your head rests between his shoulder blades, breaths sliding across his back and shoulders like a warm summer breeze. His body fully relaxed into the affection. All tension faded away, and he allowed his eyes to close in the comfort.

“I love you,” you hum near his ear. “My beautiful star.”

Astarion smiles. “I love you, too. My dearest blood donor.” He relishes in the way you laugh against him, full and bright and free. And he hopes, when he’s lived for centuries more, and loses the spark of life in his eye, he remembers exactly how it sounds to be loved.

2 years ago, I made this, and im not the same since then.