oh i really want my brain to work better than it did yesterday but i need sleep for that and it is!!! late!!!!!
Ya allah give me sabr at the time of hardship and strength to make me mentally strong..
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This is a call-out post for @emmafrrost !!
... I miss them.
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Word Count: 1150
TW: panic attack, non-descript mentions of death, minor character deaths mentioned, angsty fluff, one singular cuss word,
Summary: you have a bad day. McGonagall sends Draco to comfort you.
A/N: I came up with this the other night and this is definitely not beta’d but it exists! it’s been a while since I wrote an imagine but I wanted draco/reader and this is what came out. Things have been not great on my end mentally and I just wanted someone to comfort me
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Being a favorite of Professor McGonagall’s had its perks. You’d held that position since fifth year, when you’d defended her from a particularly nasty comment that Umbridge had made. You were one of the few Slytherins that had not joined the Inquisitorial Squad, and one of the few friends of Draco Malfoy that he did not consider below him.
This year was your eighth year at Hogwarts. The Carrows had gone after you, even though you were a half blood, primarily because you spent a good half of your seventh year defying them. Your aunt and uncle had begged you to stop, but the war was too important. You wanted to be remembered as someone who fought for others.
Unfortunately, that was a decision that would later bite you in the ass. Your aunt and uncle didn’t have time to run before the death eaters cast Avada Kedavra.
Today was the day of their death anniversary. You slipped into your usual seat in McGonagall’s classroom, close to the front but far enough to disassociate during the lecture, and maybe even the activity itself. You barely paid attention to the stream of students coming in.
This class was mostly eighth years, with Gryffindor and Slytherin mixed. Because of this, the class was smaller than most, giving McGonagall the opportunity to observe her students more closely. Everyone was a survivor of the war in some way, and everyone had been affected differently. The Golden Trio kept their heads low, as did Draco Malfoy. He no longer went after Potter and had shrunk into himself upon returning for his eighth year at Hogwarts. Parkinson, Zabini and Nott remained by his side, though they made sure not to follow him as often.
You had once been friends with the four of them during your younger years. While you didn’t talk or write over the summer, you always managed to make time during the school year. However, as you grew up, the more you realized that you were too different. They’d started parroting more and more of their parents’ prejudices after the Triwizard Tournament. You had enough after Malfoy had made a joke about Cedric.
After the year started, you’d catch yourself looking at Draco during meals and his rare appearances in the Slytherin common room. He looked so sad and downtrodden, but the amount of pain Death Eaters had caused him was the same as everybody else. You thought about reaching out all the time, but kept your mouth shut. It was easier that way.
You stared blankly ahead as McGonagall started the lecture. When she finally opened things up to practice, she noticed your blank stare and made her way over to you.
“(L/N), your presence has been requested by Madam Pomfrey.” McGonagall said quietly. You nodded mutely. You hadn’t even taken your wand out of your bag.
“Thank you, professor.” You said, recognizing the statement for what it was and rushing out of the classroom. She watched you go before drawing her lips thinly.
She worried about your entire class often, but the main focus of McGonagall’s sympathy was for the Slytherins who hadn’t been on the dark side. You were the ones who watched their closest friends turn their backs on the school over the years. Some of you had lost friends long before you had lost family members.
“Malfoy,” McGonagall said in the same low tone as before, stopping by the desk he shared with Nott. “Please see to it that (L/N) does not do anything rash. I believe they’re headed for the common room.”
Draco nodded, unsure of why she’d asked him of all people. Parkinson was probably better equipped to deal with you. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he grabbed his own bag and left.
It didn’t take long for him to spot you disappearing behind the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He followed, trying to keep a certain distance between the two of you so not to scare you off.
He’d initially worried that you would go into your dormitory, but it actually didn’t take long to find you in the common room. Your (H/C) hid your face as you tucked your knees to your chest in the corner, sobbing quietly.
As Draco stepped closer, he heard you mumble the same phrase over and over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You rasped as sobs ripped through you. “I’m sorry, Merlin, I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything when he finally sat near you. Draco had only seen you in this state once, when you’d gotten in trouble with Snape in your third year. You weren’t the anxious type, but everyone had their limits.
You felt someone come near, but you were so stuck in your head that you couldn’t be bothered to look up. You gasped for air, swallowing it in between sobs. Your whole body shook with each sob.
Carefully, Draco reached out. “(Y/N)?” He asked softly. “Can you breathe for me?”
He squeezed your hand. “In,” He directed, holding your hand tightly. “Hold… Out.”
Draco repeated the three words until your sobs slowed, your breath becoming less shaky. “That’s good, keep going,” He encouraged. “In…”
He tried to run through the checklist he’d used back in third year. He waved his wand, bringing a glass of water and a box of tissues over to the two of you.
“Here, drink.” Draco said, handing you the glass. Your free hand held the glass as you drank slowly and continued to sniffle. When the glass was empty, he put it on the ground next to you, and handed the box of tissues to your free hand.
Draco’s hand never left yours as your breathing calmed down. You blew your nose, sniffling after you were done. He shifted closer to you, his shoulder touching yours.
“Draco?” Your voice sounded so weak, so small. “Why are you here?”
“McGonagall asked me to watch over you during the rest of class. Honestly, I wasn’t focusing much either.”
“I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” You looked up at him. Your eyes and nose were red. He avoided your stare as he answered.
“I never stopped. I knew why you pulled away from us, but if anything, I thought it was safer for everybody if I didn’t chase after you. I regret that decision.”
“You could have just walked to your dorm and pretended you did talk to me.”
There was a pause. “I’m trying to be a better person.”
You nodded. “I’m proud of you.”
“Can you forgive me for being an utter prat?”
“I think so,” You whispered, your eyes lowering to your intertwined fingers.
Things weren’t fixed. They were far from perfect. You’d heal together, you knew that. It’d be a long process. But as you looked at the boy beside you, you could only expect things to look up from here.
@unovasgambler @kantosthunder
In one verse
Grimsley: *Trying to subtley stretch his shoulder.*
Surge: "Could you stop that it's distracting."
Grimsley: "Tell Karen to stop pinning me to walls when I teasingly flirt with her then....although actually don't it's sort of fun to see how riled up she can get."
Surge: ".....you what?"
Grimsley: "I can't tell of your face is going red from blushing or anger, and that scares me so I'm going to leave."
(It's from both. One cause Grimsley 'flirting' with Karen not aware it's platonic and 2 cause he'd like to be pinned to the wall.....respectfully. 😳)
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In one verse
@psychic-master-will @a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses
Will: "Its a shame you don't fight with your fists much."
Lucian:"What why?"
Will: "Karen's main love language is like violent affection? Like a playful punch to the arm is her main way of flirting, and when she spars with someone she likes well the energy is usually a bit more....I don't know if confident is the right word but something like that."
Lucian: "....Didn't you tell me she excelled as a femme fatal on Rocket missions."
Will: "That's called good ✨ acting ✨. Her genuine flirting is a silent train wreck with internal panic. When sparring with the person she seems to work some of that out."
(Lucian trying to initiate a playful punch to her and immediately feels said silent train wreck as she processes this having not even consciously realized playful punch is her flirt.)
((Fifi is still pretty sick so I’m going to bed unfortunately. I work nights starting Monday so I’ll have more time in the evenings to be productive. Night for now.))
I'd been eying this for a bit and then someone posted it in a server I'm in, so I decided to use this as a distraction from Bad Week.
It was surprisingly difficult to think of some things, even though they've been around my head for so long.
// Not sure if this anon that keeps sending Negs/Gos stuff understands that on THIS BLOG, it’s canon he loves her, ( he may not SAY it because “Gross” ) and she loves him. And I do NOT support the “fanon” idea that he abuses her.
LOOK AT HOW SHE IS DRESSED ALL CLEAN AND PERFECT. LOOK AT HOW SHE IS SPOILED. LOOK AT HOW HE WANTS NO ONE NEAR HER.
I won’t cater to the fan theory that: “he hates her.” That doesn’t even make sense. Negsy doesn’t keep anyone around he can’t use later, or that he actually needs. She is the epitome of his opposite, and yet he keeps her close. Gos Prime, on the other hand, a kid right up his alley, and he can’t stand her. He thinks of Gos Prime as a “back up Gos” if he reallllllly needed to replace his own if something happened to her, nothing more. A partner in crime, not a daughter. Even Tad Stones, the creator himself, as well as Ian Brill and James Silvani all state Negs/Nega Gos relationship is complicated and he’s had some serious sadness attached to her. So. End story.
i love talking shit about elder scrolls games i haven't finished/played just because i get it secondhand through other people. no ive never played eso, i just know that the main quest is pretty good and so is summerset, the rest all blends together into disappointment and explicitly bigoted storytelling
