#I don’t know why the quality on this messed up so bad

[shrewfern]

things about all the young dudes i really like (my atyd annotations)

note: part two!! here’s part one. if you don’t read part one, just know i’m reading atyd on a pdf file, and can’t see the chapters numerically. any chapters referred to will be done by name instead of number. also, fair warning, idk what’s gotten into me, but 3/4 of this is me simping for remus and sirius.

remus x lily? 👀👀

everyone but remus knows he’s gay and it’s KILLING ME.

^which isn’t actually true bc he is dating ME and is madly in love with ME.

‘At least Sirius blew up at you when you annoyed him, so that it could be quickly solved.’ (sigh…he’s perfect <3) ‘...and Remus would probably try to throw a punch.’ (sndvjkbfvk he’s also perfect <333333)

‘Lily sighed, heavily, “Why does it always have to be so black and white? No one’s good all over or bad all over, not even Slytherins.”’ W LILY!!!!

lily, my sun goddess, please be my friend.

sirius’ bag is an absolute mess.

i like it when sirius winks. he should wink at me SIRIUS PLEASE BE REALLDJKBFIWBJEFjn ebkjfwkjlefj.  sorry idk why i’m like this today.

‘Remus noticed that almost every girl in the crowd was giggling, or screaming Sirius’ name.’

‘limpy lupin’ 💀

REGULUS NOOOOOOOO!!! UGH i can’t finish drawing my regulus ‘heat abnormal’ fanart IF HE DIES IN THE QUIDDITCH PITCH; it won’t make any sense!

^oh, phew! he’s okay! shinda hensuu de kurikaesu kazoe koto ga haranda netsu

^also. i made the drawing. sorry for the shitty image quality, for some reason my dumbass decided to download it as a progressive jpeg. 💀

‘[Madame Hooch] managed to slow Regulus’s decent, so that his body appeared to be falling through water, not air’ OH MSKINGBEAN89 YOU BITCH.

remus wants to hit peter.

remus doing sirius’ homework to make him feel better.

peter thinks that the history music begins with david bowie (which is arguably true).

‘am i drunk yet?’ – peter pettigrew

remus is a nice drunk, sirius is a giggly drunk. oh, my boys, my perfect handsome boys <33

i can only imagine james and remus steering a drunken, grabby sirius and peter away from the honeyduke’s sweets.

‘yuh.’ – sirius black 435

sirius borderline sitting on remus’ lap in “fourth year: april”.

(sirius, to peter) ‘doesn’t the word “secret” mean anything to you?!’ OOOHHHH THE FORESHADOWING!

burnt out sirius save me…save me burnt out sirius…burnt out sirius…

^ALSO on the not of burnt out sirius, “pathological facade” by ghost and pals but it’s sirius?

remus having romantical dreams!

‘Sirius just raised an eyebrow at him. Remus poked his tongue out.’ I NEED TO DRAW THIS!!

remus slowly warming up to ‘girl stuff’. not warming up, per say, i feel that doesn’t have quite the right connotation; but just becoming more sympathetic and less bothered with it.

lily, mary, and marlene PLEASE be my friends!!

mary listening to dusty springfield while sobbing her eyes out.

remus making comical retching noises (which makes lily giggle!!) upon walking in on peter (boooo!! tomato tomato!) and desdemona giving their farewell snogs.

james and sirius, my little agents of chaos. <3

james potter inventing facetime.

i can’t read or think about anything train-related without inabakumore’s ‘lagtrain’ blaring in my head. 😭😭

oh, no, not remus’ ride back to london (fourth year) paralleling that of harry’s in the order of the phoenix!

why do trailer trash assholes get so offended when you use manners?? 😭

remus gayly side-eyeing grant’s hips.

‘Dear Moony, / I’m pretty sure I can get away with writing letters at least for now. I imagine they’re being read, but I DON’T GIVE A SHIT, DO YOU HEAR ME, REGULUS??’

‘Sirius, / Getting on with Reg, then?’

i LOVE how over the summer segments, remus slowly starts responding to his friends’ letters. i also love the letter-formatting chapters.

walburga is mad that sirius has a bunch of nude posters in his room bc the women on them are muggles, not bc they have their tits out.

GAY JUMPSCARE.

please let me be grant please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please pl

animagus foreshadowing got me going crazy.

NOW WE’RE GETTING INTO THE WOLFSTAR 💯💯

sirius eating a bowl of sugar to spite james.

i do NOT like how remus treated regulus in “year five: pain”. as someone who has been abused countless times for YEARS alongside my sister, i can confirm reg is not a coward.

IT JUST HIT ME. sirius saying, ‘anything for our moony,’ is the same as westly saying, ‘as you wish,’ in the princess bride.

end of “fifth year: moony & co.” got me GRINNING.

peter ‘cheese-muncher’ pettigrew

peter ‘squeaker’ pettigrew

peter ‘scabers’ pettigrew

peter ‘whiskers’ pettigrew

cheese-muncher >>>>>> wormtail

sirius ‘fido’ black

james 'rudolph’ potter

remus’ favorite soup is tomato.

i don’t like how sirius treats reg. i mean, he’s being abused, too. he doesn’t want to be abused, he doesn’t want to watch his brother get torn to shreds; he’s a boy, not a sociopath.

^i do get where sirius’ feelings are coming from, tho; i had a similar relationship with my little sister for a while under similar circumstances. i just wish he could see past that and get along with his brother! siblings are the coolest people when you can get along with them.

NOOOO REG WROTE THE LETTER. REG BOUTTA CRY NONOEUANUBADFibuairg SIRIUS PLEASE LOVE YOUR BROTHER

james ‘prancer’ potter

sirius ‘snuffles’ black

james ‘buckaroo’ potter

^’buckle up, buckaroos!’ – caitlyn jenner

remus and sirius howling together!

MAN i wish the marauders were real and i was friends with them, especially when i was younger

WHY WON’T PAGE 514 LOAD?!?!?!

oh, phew. there it is.

remus pierced sirius’ ear using his prefect pin and a potato.

i will never get tired of the ‘are you serious’ ‘no i’m sirius’ jokes.

sirius flicking his cigarette out the window immediately gave me ptsd flashbacks to bojack horseman flicking his cigarette off his balcony and starting a forest fire (i love metaphors for generational trauma!!).

‘“Ah, young love,” James chuckled, “Giving your girlfriend a goodnight kiss as your friends booby trap her exit points...”’

KISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISSKISS KISS KISS

waiter, waiter! more yaoi, please!

‘i can’t be gay! it’s illegal!’

dumbledore: 😈

i love the gay panic.

‘Bollocks. Shiting buggering bollocks.’

one-hundered pages in two hours let’s fuCKING GOOOOOOO 🔥🔥🔥💯💯💪💪👅🫄

mcgonagall is yay yay hooray

‘[sirius] would never do anything so reckless that Remus could not forgive him for it.’ 😬😬

NOOOO MARY WHO WAS RACIST TO YOU I’LL KICK THEIR ASS FOR YOUR maryiloveyoupleaselovemeback

feminist remus >>>>>>>>>>>

holy shit how is this already four pages?

‘What fresh hell?!’

‘“Coming up on your time of month?”’ 🏳️‍⚧️

remus’ first instinct is to disarm severus, and sirius’ is to set him on fire.

‘“We’re British. It’s always about class.”’

mrs potter wanted to make remus soup, but james knew remus would want something meatier. 

‘“If it took you that long to cotton on, then I’m very concerned about your OWL results...”’ if my mom said that to me i would actually shit a chicken.

‘“Yippee.” Remus said, sarcastically.’

oohhh is there gonna be a plot-twist where, like, greyback and remus are fighting or smth and greyback tells rem, ‘your dad didn’t khs, i killed him wahahaha’ or smth.

oh my GOODDDD i’m almost half-way through (625/1491) WHEN ARE THEY GONNA KISS AGAIN???

‘we’ll still see each other after school’s finished!! :D’ remus says to marlene, as if that was going to be true.

^i have a feeling it’s not.

redhead and the twink!!!!

mary charmed all the goblets at the gryffindor table to throw their contents in his face.

REMUS ASKING SIRIUS IF MARY BROKE UP WITH HIM (sirius) BC HE’S BAD AT SEX

remus and sirius were convinced david bowie was a wizard.

‘“Your ego is so big,” Remus continued, slyly, “When you were doing it with Mary you probably closed your eyes and imagined yourself!”’ DAUYYYMMMMNNN!!!!

oh my GOD this is GAY

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH

BAH

AHUHAJSHIDH

ADBHBIBDIUSBIBFIDABUFAB

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“‘...it’s Padfoot’s turn to puke...”’

^does drunkenly puking into the same toilet bowl count as an indirect kiss?

peter turning into a rat and running away and placing the blame on sirius (before the whole canon-story thing).

oh my.

WOOHOO!!!

okay this is getting kinda long now, so i’m gonna cut it off here at “sixth year: new normal” and make a part three at some point.

[quintessential-candles]

I got bored and became Neil Josten in Acnh

[that-fish-who-writes]

hello.

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*deep inhale*

KEEFITZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

...uhhhmm.

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what's a keefitz...?

I don't think I've ever heard of such a thing :( sorrryyyy /j

anyways wanna see this cool drawing I made of a certain two characters? :3 !!

[hxney-lemcn]

Mine, Only Mine — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader

summery: how jealous do some of the Homicipher boys get?

tw: unhealthy relationships (Mr. Hugeface & Scarletella)

wc: 1.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling

❥I know people have written about how he gets jealous…but I don’t really think he does? Or at least not terribly. The scene with Mr. Chopped and the cat ears show that Mr. Crawling won’t pout or get sad at you showing affection to others, just that he wants to gain the same attention (the ear scene…). So jealousy with Mr. Crawling isn’t too bad, just be prepared to shower him with more affection than the person you originally did. 

❥On the other hand, I do think his jealousy may increase if you ignore him. Say you give more attention to Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling would get a bit sad and pouty, thinking you don’t like him anymore. If this happens, give him lots and lots of attention and reassurance, he’ll be super grateful. I mean he loves your affection anyways, so might as well give him some extra headpats and kisses. Even better if you only show certain signs of affection with him, it makes him feel special. 

❥Overall, not the most jealous, but not completely unaffected either. Make sure he gets his daily dose of attention/quality time and he’ll be as right as rain.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap

❥Uh, he gets more jealous than you’d think. Like…his whole thing is he wants to be special to you…in his own strange way. Doesn’t like the thought of someone taking his place as a jokester to you. Also why he brings you things he’d think you like from time to time, just to make sure you still have that special place in your heart for him <3

❥Hates hate hates when you call him bad or not good. He’s good! He swears! Remember how he’s helped you before! Gets all frowny when you call him not good and then call someone else good. He’s good too! Guess he has to prove it, AGAIN. It’s honestly kind of endearing how he has no clue how he actually kind of does like you? But not exactly in a romantic way? It’s honestly hard to label his feelings towards you, so why should I?

❥I’d say he’s the second most jealous in this list of characters, watching on angrily as you praise someone that isn’t him. Be prepared for magazines and books galore when he’s in this mood, trying to prove his worth to you. Kind of strange for someone to try so hard when they claim to not like you…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair

❥Definitely the chillest one here. Doesn’t really get jealous at all :/ If anything, he finds it entertaining when you’re affectionate with others. Gives him more insight to his lab rats. Yes, he sees everyone as a lab rat. Idk, I can’t really see him get jealous.

❥Maybe…MAYBE if someone else tries doing research on you, or if Ms. Nurse treats you instead he’ll feel a bit off. Like…you’re his test subject, he knows you from the inside out…literally and not in the fun sense. Why would you go to someone who doesn’t know as much about you and how this world affects you? It’s very hard to spot his jealousy, doesn’t even notice it/recognize it himself. He just doesn’t want anyone to mess up his data…that’s all…totally.

❥In conclusion, not really jealous. Doesn’t feel like he needs to be. You’re ‘friends’, doctor and patient, mad scientist and lab rat not many others threaten that balance between you. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped

❥Honestly…Mr. Chopped I’m kinda mixed on how he’d be. Like on one hand, I could totally see him getting jealous if you call others cute or pay too much attention to them. On the other…he could probably care less. He loves himself, you love him, why does he need to get jealous? It’s clear how much you like him with the way you pamper him. I mean we get so many examples where you’re affectionate to Mr. Crawling in front of Mr. Chopped and he doesn’t really bat an eye. 

❥Now, I can see if he gets a bit insecure he might get more jealous. Whether it be because Mr. Crawling pats your head or tucks you into bed, Mr. Chopped feels a bit sad. He’d like to tuck you in, you look so comfy. Might be just a bit pouty, eyeing you like a dissatisfied cat. Easily rectified with head pats or even cuddles. Gets side tracked from his jealousy as soon as you give him a sliver of attention honestly.

❥Mr. Chopped is fifty fifty when it comes to jealousy, but it’s never too bad. He’s pretty comfortable with what you both have and doesn’t really feel threatened by others. After all, you did call him cute.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface

❥I wouldn’t say he gets jealous? More possessive than anything. Like that scene when Mr. Machete stumbles into his little makeshift dollhouse that he made for you and gets all angry that he’s there. It’s more of a ‘you’re not supposed to be here, this is our playtime’ more than actual jealousy. Throws a little fit whenever someone messes up your playtime. Very accusatory lmao.

❥Does not like when you try to escape. Was he not providing enough for you? Were you unhappy? You’re not allowed to leave! You’re his cute human! He can’t just find another one y’know. Mr. Hugeface may be lenient if he sees you happier, you need enrichment after all. Feels extra happy if you come back on your own violation. 

❥The most childish out of all the characters on this list. Isn’t afraid to throw tantrums, will also punish you by putting you in a solid concrete cube if he’s really upset. Yeah…not the most healthy of relationships to have…BUT! I do think you could convince him to be a bit better…? Maybe? Only if you put enough work in communicating with him though. Maybe punish him in your own way like leaving for longer if he threatens to trap you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella

❥Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Top of the list when it comes to jealousy. Watches your every move with curiosity and spite. Why are you doing that to Mr. Crawling? Do it to him instead. Why do you look so happy braiding Mr. Chopped’s hair? Style his hair instead. Why are you looking so fondly amused at Mr. Gap? Don’t you find him amusing? You do like him, right? He likes you. He likes you a lot, and he thought he was enough…was he not?

❥Will stare through your skull. It is so intimidating. His smile? Strained, it makes your skin crawl. You have to make sure he doesn’t hurt your friends, he’s so close to snapping, but he knows that would upset you and that’s not his goal. So instead he stands ominously in the background, body staticing in and out while his hand clenches the handle of his umbrella. 

❥Not that easily mended. Likes to monopolize all your time and affection. Needs constant reassurance as well, he’s quite needy. If you like constant validation and no social life go for it, just don’t get too upset if he threatens your other monster friends…he can’t stand that you could like someone that wasn’t him.

[moonlight-prose]

“please don’t make me say it if you aren’t going to say it back” with a desperately in love with joel reader would hit so much…

weaved around your finger like yarn

a/n: me writing for joel again?? this has sat in my inbox for over a year and i never meant to actually take this long with it. but i finally figured out how to write this concept. and now i am actually obsessed with the small world of softness i created for these two. this is yes jackson joel, but nothing bad happens ever to him because why would it? it's all fine right?

summary: he never made space in his life for love in the aftermath of destruction. the after of his life he once thought would extend past decades of gray hair, smile lines carved in around his mouth now set in frowns and sneers. but snowfall and alcohol blur the lines for both of you when winter comes to jackson.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: joel miller x reader

warnings: not explicit, love confessions, heavy makeout sessions, alcohol consumption, tipsy joel, sad joel, laughter at the end of the world, hope.

He can't remember laughing until his stomach hurt. The ache that spilled into his chest, warming his insides with a sun like quality that left him shivering. He can't recall the feel of his cheeks pulled so wide the sensation became a phantom pain seconds after. He knows it happened. He can distinctly recall the jokes, the joy. But the laughter lingers like a ghost at the back of his mind—translucent and gray and distorted enough to feel false.

Alcohol simmers in his stomach with a rueful intent. A malignant aftermath that would hit him in a few hours after two months of attempted sobriety. Ellie insisted, he accepted. Easy enough to say. Difficult to follow through with.

He had his days where whiskey sounded better than the flavor of bacon Tommy would bring him in the early mornings. But the dismay in your eyes helped him hold off, regain his awareness of a world not yet shattered. For once in quite a long time...he finally lived. For you, for Ellie, for Sarah.

He lived to see his hair grow longer and the grays appear more frequently. To drink coffee in the mornings on a porch you were already settled on. To help you fix small things here and there in your cabin next door. He lived for your smile, the light in your eyes. The curve of your lips as they pulled up into bolstering peals of laughter—the furrow in your brow as you frowned from endless frustrations on long hard days.

Joel Miller lived to love you.

He existed to dig his heels in and wait shit out—it's what he was good at, what he knew how to do. But for you he relented quicker than ice on a hot asphalt driveway back home in Texas. His mind became sand that slipped through your giving hands—heart a fluttering mess that sang a tune he could never get right on the guitar stashed in his living room.

Days bloomed into weeks which grew into months. Eventually a year passed and what used to be difficult and awkward to be around people again, felt like breathing the fresh winter air. The jackets he managed to find hung on hooks by the door, a pair of heavy boots beside the small table Tommy crafted him.

The mornings were nice. When hot water hit ground coffee and the aroma plagued his kitchen for hours at a time. The evenings called you towards him—simple cooking skills shared in the confines of a home he pined for you to reside in.

Life was a sliver of peace he never imagined he'd get again. But the hole in his heart never faded, the pain still rang out sharp enough to have him clamping down on the inside of his cheek. And your smile made his stomach ache with a longing deep enough to scar.

Tommy told him to buck up and do something. Ellie called him a fucking idiot.

You...gave no indication you felt the same way. So silent and reserved he would remain.

Your feet slid on icy, fingers gripping tightly to his jacket with a yelp in a quick attempt to save yourself from slamming to the ground. Joel snickered loud and brash and a wash of embarrassment burned under frozen cheeks. Dragging you up, his arm looped tightly around your waist—hand pressed harsh and insistent to the small of your back. You swallowed the butterflies at the sight of his face flushed red—eyes shining from the effect of too much whiskey.

"We were bad tonight," you muttered, breath forming a cloud between your faces.

He grinned—skin buzzing at the close proximity of your form. "Only a little bit."

"You're not supposed to drink Joel."

Leaning in he traded his smile like a secret; you tucked it into your chest with a sharp breath. "I won't tell if you don't, darlin'."

"Joel..."

"C'mon. No one's gettin' in trouble here."

A blade pierced your heart brutally—spilling crimson along pale white snow. Even as Joel remained entirely unaware of how you clung to him. How your body called his name—your mind plagued with thoughts of his being, with images of his smile, with the sound of his raspy voice. He'd never know the way you cherished each moment with him. The mornings tucked away from an unruly world—the nights shared between friends who might one day be more.

Your teeth scraped along the cracked skin of your bottom lip, eyes cast up to the curl of his lips. The words sprang forth faster than you could drag them back. Your chest of secrets unlocked and bared to the man who drowned you in his small flecks of joy. Later you'd blame the alcohol. When the headache ravaged your head and an ache lingered between your thighs.

Later you'd comb over every small glance and breathy word.

"I like spending time with you Joel," you breathed, fingers toying with the front of his leather coat. "I like...um..."

The breath caught in his throat, gaze desperate to catch yours. "Yeah sugar?"

"It's a hard thing to say." Another cloud of your whiskey tinged breath filled the air.

"You can tell me anythin'. You know that right?" Even as hope flared bright and scorching through the width of his chest. "I'll listen."

Hesitation spilled into the night, your voice a soft whisper he barely caught. "Please don't make me say it if you aren't going to say it back."

Oh didn't you know?

Did you not see how his gaze dug beneath the layers of flesh and bone, of tendons and veins that clung to your form? Did you not understand he would take a bullet for you? That he'd bear the wound of a warrior's death to keep you alive? How could you not know that his love stuck to his tongue with a saccharine bitterness he swallowed down like the drugs he once took to numb his mind?

You healed pieces of his soul you never broke. A marred and fucked puzzle that was meant to find a home six feet underground. By his own hand no less. He was destined to die—born to suffer—yet you swathed him wool with the promise of a peaceful life.

A future etched by the hands of love.

"Say it," he pleaded, frozen hand cupping your cheek.

"It's more than just that." The breath you took shot adrenaline down his spine. "I like our mornings. I like our dinners and conversation. And even when you come into town with me. But I...I love..."

The glossy nature of your eyes created by unshed tears that pooled at your waterline dug the knife deep enough to meld it within his heart. You didn't know. You couldn't have. His silence, his hesitation, swallowed every emotion he might have told you—every secret uttered in the shadows of night that told only half his story.

He told you about Sarah. About their life together, about her smile. That in itself felt like a proclamation of love—a key to the heart he thought stopped beating long ago.

"I knew it would freak you out," you muttered, pulling away from his hold.

Only for him to panic. His hand gripped the back of your jacket, pushing you towards him hard enough for your feet to slip again. But your gasp was swallowed by the cold press of his mouth to yours. Lips chapped by the winter air slid against your parted mouth as you froze against his chest. Your hands hung listlessly at your sides. He kissed you tenderly, attempting to wake you from the spell of shock, but to no avail did it bring you back.

"'M sorry." His words were muffled against your chin, forehead pressed to yours and eyes squeezed shut. "I shouldn't have–"

The press of your fingers into his cheeks jolted him back—eyes wide as you dragged him back with a stifled moan. Your mouth found his tongue hot and wet along his bottom lip in a pleading motion he complied to instantly. Stepping forward he fell into you with a deep groan. One that echoed and vibrated right down to your stomach—one you savored with a lick along his back teeth.

Hands cupped your ass with an insistent need to mold you closer, fingers digging into the plush flesh he longed to bite and taste. You tasted like whiskey. You smelled like him. It made him dizzy with want, anxious to lead you back to his porch—to seat you on his kitchen counter in the mornings while the coffee went cold.

"Fuck I wanna take ya home sugar," he grunted, biting at your lower lip with a grin.

Your breathless reply made the hair stand on the back of his neck. "You can."

"No." He shook his head, stealing another kiss with a gritty moan. "Not tonight. 'M gonna do this proper."

"Proper," you smiled, tugging on the longer curls you refused to let him cut. "You're such an old man Miller."

The large breadth of his hand cupped your chin, pushing the cheeks he lightly bit into together. "Won't be sayin' that tomorrow when I ain't got all this fuckin' alcohol in me."

"Yeah?" The droop of your eyelids—the darkened iris now filled with lust—set his teeth on edge. His body hummed with a new buzz he craved since meeting you. "Prove it."

"Oh I will." He grinned sharply, licking his teeth like a wolf waiting to pounce. "Don't you worry 'bout that."

A glimmer in your eyes caught his attention, the grip on your face loosening. "You know I love you right darlin'?"

You smiled—big and bright—and Joel felt another piece of his soul set back into place. "I love you too Joel."

[koenigami]

mullet-talk

“so-” he knows something's up. can hear it in your voice. the little lilt in it as you drag the short word, all while playing with the hair on the back of his head.

it’s not that he doesn’t like it. caleb’s craved your touch and warmth long enough, so that every caress of yours feels like a gift sent from heaven itself.

but the way you do it now, with your nails drawing idle shapes along the nape of his neck, twirling the ends of his hair around your fingertips in a way that it sends shivers through his body-

you have something on your mind, and whatever it is, it must have put you in an awfully good mood.

“when's the last time you cut your hair?”

caleb turns his head awkwardly around to look at you, so fast that he feels an uncomfortable twinge in his neck. he’s definitely been spending too much time on writing reports.

what kind of question is that?

he eyes you from head to toe as you sit beside him, all comfortable, looking anything but innocent because he’s known you for far too long to not see right through you. your arm's propped up on the back of the couch as your hand is still very much buried in his hair.

“i'm not sure… maybe around three weeks ago? why you asking, pipsqueak?”

he watches you bite the inside of your cheek as your gaze drifts from his eyes to his hair, a contemplative expression on your face. one would think you must be pondering over something very much important.

“so it grows quickly.” you conclude, and he’s not sure whether he should kiss the smile off your lips or be afraid of it. yet when you throw one leg over his thighs and position yourself so that you can comfortably stradle his lap, he freely accepts it and keeps you steady with his hands on your hips.

the hand on the back of his head moves to the front as you suddenly start combing your fingers through his fringe. first in one direction, then the other. then you part his hair in the middle but quickly ruffle it away when it doesn’t seem to look to your liking.

“hey.” his grip on you tightens, warm fingers digging into your waist and deconcentrating you from your little task at hand. “what’s this all about, baby? hm? if you want to play hairdresser so badly, i can go and buy you a doll.”

you roll your eyes and tousle his hair again for some good measure, not the slightest bit bothered by the way his hands slide closer to your backside in a silent warning. “don’t be ridiculous, caleb. the doll could never be as pretty as you are.”

with a squeak, you jump in his lap when he does end up giving your rear an enthusiastic squeeze, and eventually cease to mess around with his hair.

“what do you think of mullets?” you finally speak up as you lazily wrap your arms around his neck, that stupid grin back on your face.

“a… mullet? where is this coming from?”

eagerly, although also a little shyly, you retell the dream that you had last night about him and his completely different hairstyle. of course, you leave out the bits and pieces of it that make your heart beat a little faster and your face feel slightly warmer.

“oh, i see. so is that it? have all my qualities been reduced so heavily to my looks now that all you can think of is a new haircut?” again his grip on you tightens as he sizes you up with a raised brow and a charming smirk curving his lips. he scoffs indignantly with a breathy chuckle when you don’t deny his remark immediately.

only when his teeth graze your cheek, do you give up and splay both hands on his chest to push him back. “okay, okay. of course you have other qualities.”

with a firm squeeze on each peck that makes his eyes go wide, and your smile even brighter, you admit. “these aren’t so bad either.”

let's say that the qualities he proved to you afterwards weren’t far too different from those that transpired in your dream the previous night.

[marauder-misprint]

Chaperone

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

2.5k words

cw: smoking, drinking, fluff

You’re laying on the couch with your feet in Regulus’ lap while he reads. You are resting your eyes, but you swear you aren’t falling asleep. There isn’t much going on in the Slytherin Common Room. At least there isn’t until Dorcas is leaning over the back of the couch right above your face. She reaches down and pokes your cheek.

“Go away,” you grumble, turning onto your side. 

“You’ve been selected to come to Gryffindor with me!” Dorcas sings excitedly.

“I just went! Take Dory. Take Evan. Take Barty. Avery, Wilkes, Mulicber won’t go… Snape! He won’t need much convincing when you tell him Lily will be there!” 

“Ugh. Black, you want to go?” Dorcas asks Regulus, who doesn’t look up from his book. She’s still leaning over the couch.

“Quality time with brother dearest? I’ll pass, Meadowes,” he says, not looking up from his book. His book is resting more firmly on your feet so you know he’s at least listening to your conversation with some interest. 

“Which brings me back to you, lovely. Plus, you’ve been requested.”

You roll back onto your back and stare up at her.

“I’ve been requested? Who?”

“The Gryffindors? I don’t know. Marls didn’t specify.”

You glare up at her.

“Come up! Up you get! You’re changing and going!”

She grabs your hands and pulls you into sitting up. You groan. 

“Fine… But you owe me.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, you have changed into jeans and a simple black t-shirt and are following Dorcas out of the Slytherin Common Room. 

“Why do you still need an escort anyways? I think all of the Gryffindors know you are seeing Marlene,” you ask after a mostly silent walk.

“Less awkward than walking in alone,” she says. “God forbid I try to get our friend groups to mingle.”

You shake your head as Dorcas gives the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady. As she swings open, you are met with music and the smell of alcohol and smoke. You make a face and shoot a glance at Dorcas.

“I think they started without you,” you say.

“Come on,” she replies, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the room.

After a quick stop at the drink table, you head to the group’s usual location, the couches and armchairs by the fire. Marlene jumps up as soon as she sees Dorcas and they melt into each other. You take a seat in an armchair, looking around the room. Thanks to Dorcas dragging you up here a few times, you’re beginning to recognize more of the students not in your year. 

“You’re here!” Lily says, spotting you and coming over to lean on your chair. 

From the smell of her, she’s had a few drinks already. The party must have started before Dorcas ripped you from your rest on the couch. 

“I am,” you say with a smile. “Heard my presence was requested.”

You take a slow sip of your drink. Lily could be quite the talker, especially when she had a few drinks in her to ruin her filter. She slaps a hand onto your thigh.

“Yes! Oh my goodness! You’re the best!” she exclaims. “Pandora’s a bit… loofy? And the boys she’s brought up?” She takes a sip of her own drink and makes a face. “Bad energy. Combined with our boys? Boom. Mess.”

You give her an amused smile and scan where she came from. The Marauders are all talking to each other, but you swear you see James nudge Sirius and look in your direction. 

“I can’t imagine Regulus…”

Lily cuts you off. “Sirius’ brother? He’s never come.”

Dorcas leans over to you, Marlene’s arms still very much wrapped around her. “I ask and he always denies.”

You shoot her a look for eavesdropping. Lily’s hand is still on your thigh with a firm grip. 

“Marlene,” you say, getting the blonde’s attention, “where’s your cat?”

“Dorm. Too loud!”

You suppress a groan and lean back into your chair. The cat had been part of why you came. If you were going to be in another house’s common room, you wanted, needed something furry to pet you. You clutch your cup with both hands and stare into the drink. Lily mutters something about getting another drink and leaves you to your thoughts. You are certain that Marlene and Dorcas were going to be snogging soon enough, Lily was already well on her way to being drunk and Mary was nowhere to be seen. Everyone you usually spoke with was essentially unavailable. You look over at the boys again. Do you bother seeing if their conversation is tolerable?

You sip on your drink, nursing it for a while. You’re not sure where Lily disappeared to and the lovely couple next to you was snogging, as you had predicted. You find yourself staring at the fire, enjoying how the flames appear to dance to the music playing. It’s enough to make you smile. As you finish your drink, you cast a quick glance toward the boys. Lily had joined them, her arm wrapped around James’ neck and practically falling into his shoulder to keep her balance. You really hope one of the boys has the decency to cut her off, or at least make sure she makes it up to bed at the end of the night. 

With a sigh, you set your empty cup on the ground and move to leave the Gryffindor Common Room. Dorcas was still preoccupied with Marlene so you knew she wouldn’t be missing you. It wasn’t like you were deep in conversation with anyone. You were sitting alone by the fire, a lone Slytherin with no real reason to be there. You felt out of place. So you made the logical decision to leave. Pandora or Regulus would still be up and you could keep one of them company. After you close the portrait behind you and you start to walk away, you hear it open and close again.

“Leaving so soon?” Sirius asks. 

You shake your head in disbelief, turning around to see him approaching you. You wonder if he had been watching you from the table where he had been sitting. You didn’t want to overthink it or assume anything, but you could’ve sworn you caught him staring at you a few times during class. 

“There are better places for me to be right now.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug. “Was gonna go back to my dorm. Doubt Dorcas is missing me.”

“Marls is keeping her company.” Standing next to you now, Sirius throws an arm around your shoulder, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “How would you feel about being my chaperone while I get some fresh air, huh? Then you can sod off to wherever after I’m dropped off safe ‘n’ sound right here.”

“What do I get out of it?”

“You won’t have to say you had one measly drink and ditched the party. Sounds pathetic if you ask me.”

“Hmm, too bad no one’s asking, you dog.”

He smiles widely, looking down at you. He was hopeful that you would agree since you hadn’t shrugged his arm off.

“Good thing you’re a dog person then!” he says mirthfully. He steers you in the opposite direction of the Slytherin Dungeon. “Astronomy Tower has the best fresh air.”

“Guess I don’t have a choice in going,” you mutter as you allow yourself to be directed. 

“You’re the one not putting up a fight.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Something tells me you’re into that and I’d be chaperoning you anyways.”

“Something tells me,” he mimics you, “that you wouldn’t let a drunk person…” He stumbles briefly and uses you to stabilize himself. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. “Drunk person go to the Astronomy Tower alone,” he finishes. 

You both stop walking and look down at your hand on his chest. A faint blush dusts your cheeks as you remove both of your hands, clasping them in front of yourself. Apparently being a good person gets you stuck being people’s babysitter, you think. 

Once you reach the last staircase before the top of the Astronomy Tower, Sirius lets go of your shoulder and sprints up the stairs. You roll your eyes as you follow him up at your own pace. You started your evening in the dungeons and now you are going to the highest point of the castle. You were not going to be running. By the time you reach the top, Sirius is already leaning on the railing with a lit cigarette.

“I thought you wanted some fresh air?” you ask, hanging back.

“Air’s the freshest up here,” he says before taking a drag.

“So you decide to pollute it. Got it.”

You cross your arms and lean against the door frame. You didn’t need to be right up next to him to supervise him. You could see how his free hand was gripping his forearm as he leaned over the rail, letting the light breeze blow through his curls. It was moments like this where you saw what just about every girl in Hogwarts saw, the undeniable fact that Sirius was an attractive guy. After almost a minute, Sirius turns around to see where you are. 

“What you doing back there? Can’t chaperone very well from there.”

“Can too.”

“But what if,” he says, sliding his legs through the gap between rungs in the railing, “I were to slip?”

Your eyes go wide as his pelvis and torso follow his legs through the gap. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you nearly yell as you sprint toward him, knowing full well that you’d be too late to do anything.

When you reach the railing, he’s laughing as he’s barely hanging onto the bottom rung with both hands. You see he’s also balanced on a ledge that seems to be just his height below the platform.

“You’re a bastard, Black. You know that?” you ask, glaring down at him as your heart pounds in your chest. 

“I thought I was a dog,” he replies. “Now help me up, love.”

You hold out your hand and help him climb back up to safety.

“Where’d your cigarette go?” 

He laughs again. “You think I can pull that off and hold onto a lit cig? You must think quite highly of me.”

You give him a nasty look, which he just smiles at. He takes out the pack from his pocket and pulls out a fresh one, wasting no time in lighting it. He takes a drag and offers it to you.

“I know you don’t smoke,” he says with cheek.

“Thank you,” you say as you take the cigarette, ignoring his comment.

Now that you were sharing a cigarette with him, you stay at the railing with him. You have to admit to yourself that looking out at the night sky with the light breeze feels nice. Refreshing. Like the cold air had felt from that open window Sirius was smoking at when his friends sent you his way. 

Giving you a sideways glance, Sirius asks, “Did you know we have Charms, Potions and Dark Arts together?”

You scrunch your face, not looking at him. “Um, yeah?”

“Really? You knew that?”

“Did you just discover this?” you laugh, making him smile.

“Maybe…” he says almost shyly. “Can’t say I pay attention to everyone in my classes.”

“Hmm, I’m sure you’re paying attention to more important things.”

He hums in agreement. As he leans over the rail, you notice that he’s tapping his knee against one of the lower rungs. Your gut tells you it’s a nervous habit, but you’re not sure what he could be nervous about right now. Maybe he’s concerned a professor will find you up there? That doesn’t seem like it would be enough to set him off. Your punishment would be detention and Sirius wasn’t a stranger to detention.

“So why were you leaving the party?” he asks. 

“I was keeping the fireplace company. Parties can be pretty lonely when all your friends are distracted.”

“I could be your distraction,” he says with a smirk.

“Yeah, right,” you say sarcastically, taking the cigarette. After taking a drag, you add, “Even Marlene’s cat wasn’t around. Made sense for me to leave.”

“Thought you were a dog person?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t like cats. When Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs except for you, I have to settle for second best.”

“But why settle when the best is right here?”

You turn your head to fully look at him. Was he being serious? Was he flirting with you? You want to laugh at yourself. Of course he was flirting, this is Sirius Black of all people. You take another drag of the cigarette that you still had. After a moment of silence, you hand it back to him.

“I think you’ve had enough fresh air, Black. Let’s get you back.”

You hold out your hand for him to take, but he doesn’t. Instead he throws his arm around your shoulder again. You can tell whatever tipsiness he had coming up here had faded; he’s much more sure in his footsteps. Even his grip on your shoulder feels more sure. As you walk, he pulls out his pack of gum and offers you a piece. You take a piece and pop it into your mouth. The two of you don’t say anything until you reach the portrait. You stop walking a few steps away, causing Sirius’ arm to fall back to his side and him to turn around to look at you with a confused look.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

You raise one of your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Thought you said I could sod off to wherever when I got you back.”

“I mean, yeah, I did,” he says, giving you a half smile and scratching the back of his neck. “Just thought, you know, we were talking and you wouldn’t be keeping the fireplace company. You can hang out with me.”

“Like I said before, Black, your brother is more my speed.”

“Ah, come on, love. Don’t be like that. We can get the room playing a game or something. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, seven min-” he rambles until you put a hand on his shoulder, instantly silencing him. 

“Good night, Sirius. Make sure Lily gets to bed okay. She was looking a bit gone earlier.”

Then you turn and head for the dungeons. Your bed was sounding real good right about now. As you walked away, Sirius stared after you. He thought you were leaving because you had no one to talk to you and he had offered a fix to that, so why were you walking away?

---

Regulus is still on the couch where you left him. You pass behind him on your way to your dorm.

“You smell like him again.”

“If he makes a move on me, you’ll be the first one I tell.”

tags: @2dloveshp, @yearninglustfully, @made-for-oliverwood, @ilovejamespottersomuch, @hisparentsgallerryy

Hope y'all enjoyed it <3 Do I make this into a series? A little slowburn, if you will?

[celeryb1tch]

innocent!reader x experienced!pervert!abby is rotting my brain tonight!!!

18+!! this is lesbian smut!

you sit at a table in the mess hall, abby’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and her friends all enjoying their dinner. casual conversation is thrown around the table, until manny’s new fling is brought up.

“-and i mean, SOAKED the sheets. i couldn’t believe my eyes,” he recounts proudly.

everyone is laughing along or rolling their eyes, but abby notices your hesitance. she leans down toward you with a concerned look. “something wrong?”

you shake your head lightly, looking up at her. “jus’ don’t get it,” you reply.

abby feels her stomach twist. she had known there wasn’t great sex ed on the WLF base, but she and her friends had grown up around doctors like her dad and she realizes she hadn’t know the full extent of just how ignorant you were. and admittedly, it made her excited.

“she squirted when she came,” she tries to explain gently. but you still look utterly confused, even as she goes on.

“…come? and she didn’t pee?” you seem so utterly lost. abby wonders if it makes her a bad person to expose you to these ideas, but you’re both already adults. still, that knot is twisting inside her deriving a sick pleasure from all of this. you had always looked up to abby, and she wondered how wrong it would be to corrupt that relationship with talk of sex- or even a demonstration?

that night, you’re laying in bed thinking about what abby said earlier. with all the training and violence you’d grown up around, you hardly had time to pay attention to the ache between your legs, or how it would usually occur when abby was around. but as you recount that conversation in your mind, it appears once more. you think of her arm wrapping around you, pressing you into her hard front. how she was still warm and sweaty from the gym, and how her flyaways stuck to the sides of her forehead because of that. something inside of you is saying you should be embarrassed, and you don’t know exactly why- but a louder, much louder, part is telling you to confide in your best friend. she would never judge you, right?

you shuffle down a few hallways in your fluffy socks until you reach one of the bigger accommodations: abby’s room. and with a bit of hesitance in your knock, you step back as the door opens immediately.

abby is clearly groggy, and must have also been getting ready for bed. she’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts and the usual black sports bra she has on during patrols and workouts. her hair is tied in her signature braid, with more wispy pieces that have come out throughout the day. “hey, you. everything okay?”

you nod and push past abby inside as was usual. she joins you on her bed, your bare thighs touching as you both sit. her eyes are on you and you can feel it again- that heat. you pull away slightly, squeezing your legs together as it’s the only thing you know eases the feeling.

abby pretends not to notice, just like she does any other time you blatantly stare at her muscles or blush when she touches your waist. she doesn’t want to scare you off, especially when she thinks she can tell what you’re going to ask about.

“you remember earlier at dinner?” you say, biting your lip slightly as unease turns in your tummy. and abby just nods, still looking right at you. “how manny said he made a girl, uh…”

“squirt?” abby offers. she says it so nonchalantly, like it’s nothing. like she’s never in a million years thought about fucking you until you do. like she wasn’t hoping this would happen every second after dinner.

“yeah, well, i realized there’s probably a lot of sex stuff i don’t know, and since you… y’know…”

poor baby, she thinks. how will she ever work up the courage. and abby thinks of all the times she’s teased you about all the women she’s fucked. called you jealous that you had to split quality time with her one night stands. seen you pout about her missing games night because someone asked her on a date in front of you. surely you were going to ask for her expertise- for her to help you out, to show you?

“since your dad was a doctor.”

oh. that was it? you wanted a little anatomy lesson. then what was all the embarrassment for? were you that ashamed of asking for a little bit of guidance?

abby gives you a soft smile and an assurance that she can help. and your body floods with relief. this is normal. you can tell her what you’re feeling and she won’t act weird. she can help you.

you stand up and strip off your pyjama bottoms and big shirt you had likely stolen from abby so long ago you don’t remember whose it was in the first place. and she just watches, small smile still on her face as she looks you over.

“okay, so right here? boobs, obviously.” she points to your chest, and you roll your eyes.

“i know that, stupid. show me the more advanced stuff.”

“you’ll have to take your underwear off then.” so you do.

abby instinctively reaches for it, stroking her fingers between your puffy, wet lips. her eyes are shining with admiration and her cheeks are hot.

you pull away slightly at the bolt of pleasure that spikes through you at her touch. “is it… supposed to look like this? i think there’s something wrong.”

she shakes her head fervently, eyes never leaving your pussy. “you’re just wet, that’s all. did something turn you on?” and at your confusion at the term- “get you excited? when girls see something attractive, they get wet.”

oh no. you can feel dread flooding your senses as you try to scramble for an explanation. that it just happens sometimes. that’s normal, right?

after a pause, and a look at your face, abby knows exactly what happened. “oh. you got wet from me, huh?”

you want to run away and disappear. you swallow a sob, but strangely, you feel that pulsing sensation again. all of this attention from abby isn’t working in your favour.

but she isn’t grimacing in disgust, or even asking you to leave. in fact, abby has a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches you cower in front of her.

“you’re not… mad?” you ask sheepishly.

abby reaches out to you, pulling you onto her lap. “no, baby, of course not. it’s cute.”

relief washes over you, but before you can really relax you feel abby’s hand once again on your folds.

“so wet for me, baby. how long has this been happening?”

a finger skims against a particularly sensitive spot, and you choke on your words, succumbing to the blissful feeling. “s-so long, abs. like forever.”

“poor girl. so pent up, so needy. and too embarrassed to tell me.”

“yeah…” you whine. you’re clinging to abby like a lifeline, overwhelmed by the building tension. it’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. so intense, so all-consuming.

abby’s fingers are expertly caressing your pussy, steadily adding more pressure so as not to overstimulate you. “this is the clit,” she murmurs, and you feel that electric spark again as she glides over one specific spot at the top.

“it’s too much,” you cry out, wriggling under her grasp.

“that means you’re cumming soon,” she explains with a chuckle. “feels so good, trust me. just ride it out.”

and you trust abby with every ounce of your being, so you try to relax your muscles as much as possible while you feel that climbing feeling come to a boil. and she was so right. you’re huffing tiny sobs into her chest as you come down, her strokes easing as you’re finally able to catch your breath again.

abby cradles you into her, clean hand running through your hair. you can feel the puddle between your thighs dripping down her own and onto the sheets, and you’re so exhausted.

“that was so hot, baby. did such a good job for me.”

“abs, that was… wow.”

she’s smiling down at you, admiring your sweat- wicked face. “bet you wish you’d asked me sooner, huh?”

[gi4hao]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ˎˊ- comforting their s/o that’s scared of talking too much

ot13 x gn!reader — no warnings i think

veeeery self-indulgent post i’m ngl :) if you relate to the prompt then hopefully this will provide you with some comfort! <3

— seungcheol

he will insist on knowing who put such nonsense in your mind, because how dare they make you feel self-conscious about one of the things he loves the most about you? he absolutely adores that you passionately ramble about the most random things; it always lifts his mood even after a long and exhausting day. and that’s what he’s here to remind you: that you should never be ashamed of talking if it’s something that makes you happy.

— jeonghan

any kind of negative thoughts on your part becomes his #1 priority so he takes time to discuss it with you and give you enough reassurance. he reminds you that talking a lot is not a bad thing at all, and that you’re also an amazing listener, which he’s very grateful for. “people are just jealous because you’re interesting enough not to run out of conversation!” he tells you, wiping your tears away. it truly breaks his heart to see you so self-conscious so he’ll definitely be extra careful regarding this topic in the future <3

— joshua

no matter where that insecurity comes from, he comforts you with immense patience and lots of cuddles, reminding you of how much your words matter. on a more personal note, he absolutely adores the sound of your voice, it’s one of his favorite things about you. “i’d fall asleep to your voice every night if i could,” he tells you, looking into your teary eyes with a smile, and you just know he’s being 100% honest, “and you should never ever feel bad about wanting to share things with the people you love.”

— jun

it really pains him to hear that’s how you feel because he can only imagine how long you’ve been thinking about it before even telling him. but jun is here to tell you that you always make people feel comfortable, which is something he finds absolutely wonderful about you. he knows it can be hard to overthink about your social skills so he will always make sure to encourage you to speak your mind (whether it’s through a gentle squeeze of the hand or a smile from across the room). and he also showers you with kisses because he knows it’s one of the best remedies for overthinking :]

— hoshi

what? you? talking too much? oh he’s not gonna let that slide. he proceeds to go off on a tangent about your countless qualities (some that aren’t even related to the topic, he just gets carried away), because he will not let you struggle alone with your insecurities, that’s for sure. as often, he wishes he could lend you his eyes to make you understand how perfect you are to him. “and so what if you talk a lot? i do too! it’s who i am, it’s who you are and that’s why we’re a match made in heaven.”

— wonwoo

it feels weird for him to hear that you’re self-conscious about something he really admires you for. according to him, it’s the ease with which you talk that made your first dates not feel awkward. he loves how good you are with words of affirmation, and he also insists on how it inspires him to be more vocal about his own thoughts and feelings. “i don’t think you realize how entertaining you are. but i sure realize how lucky i am to have you,” he tells you in a more lighthearted tone, pressing a kiss against your temple.

— woozi

he insists on the fact that he’s one of the people that spends the most time with you, so you can truly believe him when he tells you that it’s not true. “that’s just because you love me,” you tell him, comfortably snuggled up against his side. “it is,” he replies, “but that goes for everyone around you; the people who love you will accept you for who you are. and if they don’t… screw them”. because woozi may be an absolute sweetheart but he has very low tolerance for the people who mess with his partner’s head.

— dokyeom

first and foremost, he offers to hug the sadness away, which kind of works because he’s a professional when it comes to comfort hugs. he knows it’s normal to have insecurities but he hates seeing you so self-conscious, so he’ll definitely try his best to cheer you up. also, words cannot describe how much he loves talking with you, so he’d really hate it if these bad thoughts ended up changing your personality. most of the time he’s the bubbly one, but he also likes to be fueled by his very own sunshine from time to time.

— mingyu

as a professional yapper, he understands where that insecurity might be coming from, which means he knows exactly how to comfort you. he’s here to remind you of all the times you’ve been a great listener to either him or your friends, and the great pieces of advice that followed. mingyu thinks your inputs are always important, no matter the conversation, and he’s so freaking happy to be sharing his life with someone that can keep up with his own pace! as long as he’s here, you know you’ll always have someone to listen to your every word.

— minghao

he’s scared he might have accidentally made you feel that way while teasing you (lovingly ofc), so he apologizes profusely until you tell him that he has nothing to do with it. “you enjoy sharing your perspective on things and that’s beautiful,” he reassures you, “and you know me, i’d tell you if you were too overbearing… but you’re not. so don’t worry your pretty head, ok?”. and it’s moments like these that truly make you feel grateful for minghao’s wise and comforting words, always carefully chosen to make your worries disappear in a second.

— seungkwan

kind of like cheol, he wants names. because - and he’s saying that with all due respect - they should know they’re just stupid people spreading stupid lies. seungkwan knows you by heart, he knows you’re a selfless person that’s always here to help their loved ones, and he thinks you’re not giving yourself enough credit for that! “you’re absolutely perfect in every way, and i thi- stop. i can see you’re about to argue but i’m not letting you win this one. no way.”

— vernon

he has a really sensitive approach to this issue, knowing how hard it is when you get in your own head. hugs and cuddles are definitely a part of him comforting you, but he also makes you promise something (and you can see from the look in his eyes that he’s very serious). “if you ever start overthinking after any kind of social interaction, private or public, with or without me, please come and talk to me. i’ll try my best to help you get rid of these thoughts, alright?”. because at the end of the day, he wants to be someone you can be fully transparent with, just like he is with you.

— dino

according to him, you shouldn’t even be thinking about how much you talk in a day. instead, he worries that you might be surrounding yourself with people that simply do not appreciate this aspect of your personality. “if you have something to say, go ahead! being yourself should make you happy, and life’s already too complicated to worry about speaking too many words!” he tells you, and you can tell he genuinely wants you to let go of these hurtful thoughts. but he also knows how hard it is, and luckily chan is great at making long-term efforts (especially for your wellbeing), so expect lots and lots of carefulness and support on a daily basis.

rbs and feedback are always appreciated <3

[senseiofbullshit]

Did someone ask for nasty Jean Kirstein headcannons? No? Okay. Well here you go anyway.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, fem reader, not spell checked because I'm lazy

You’re usually ‘babe’ or ‘queen’ when he’s messing around, but when he wants something or y’all are intimate, you’re ‘baby’.

“Baby.” “Jean, don’t start with me right now.” “Whaaat? I didn’t even say anything!”

Beautiful happy trail that grows in evenly. 

He tries to keep himself pretty well groomed and trimmed.

He likes hair on his partner. He doesn't mind if it's bald, but something about you being in your natural state makes his mouth water. If you're very bushy, he'll pretend to get a weed whacker/hedge trimmer. Or pretend he's using a machete to cut through the jungle. Or put his face right in it and ask how you think he'd look with a beard. He will make Tarzan noises. He will rain dance. “In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps toniiiiight!” It will still get ate though.

When he was younger and immature, he had the 'I don't like hair in my food' phase, but as he became a man, he got into his 'girl, I'm a grown man and I don't care about hair' phase.

Jean is a grower and a shower. His friends call him horse face but that’s not all that’s like a horse (ahaha). He’s very tall and his cock is proportionate to his size. He tucks it down a leg. You see him on soft and you’re like ‘that’s not that bad’ and then he gets hard and you quickly change your tune to ‘where is that going’? In you, duh. What makes him daunting is that he’s long and wide. He’s got girth on his side. He always warms you up. It’s why he isn’t very partial to quickies. He's scared of hurting you and he knows he requires prep to take. He’s a quick learner so pleasing you and learning what you like comes pretty quickly to him. 

He’s also done some “research” on how to please women. Whatever he doesn’t know from experience, he’s “researched”. 

Taps it on your tongue and on your pussy before sliding home

He can be pretty kinky, but he prefers the basics. He doesn’t get tired of missionary or any of its variations. There’s just something so intimate, so right about being tender and passionate with you.

He considers sex quality time so it doesn’t really matter how he has you, as long as he has you. He prefers to see your face and give a lethal dose of eye contact while he’s in it. He wants you to look into his eyes while he makes you cum. 

Loves when you sit on his face while he touches himself. He won’t let himself cum until you do. He still wants to cum together even when he’s not inside you. Kinda romantic ain’t it?

Presses his hand down on your abdomen when you're close. Really pushes that crazy button. 

He will fuck you deep and slow and maintain eye contact the entire time. 

If you’re in a close missionary position, wind your hand through his locks and give it a nice pull. He’ll moannnn for you. 

He's not afraid to moan or whine.

His absolute favorite thing is when you’re in missionary and he’s hovering so close that your noses are swiping against each other with every thrust, he's propped up on one elbow with your fingers intertwined. He knows you’re about to cum so he presses a hand on your abdomen and is chanting and whining for you to cum for him.

“Yeah, baby? You gonna cum for me? Yeah? I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum for me, baby. You look so beautiful when you cum. I love you. Cum for me, baby. S’good when you cum for me.”

“Cum, baby. Cum. I know you want to cum all over me. Mhm. Mhm. That's it.”

Congrats on the baby lol

If it’s been a while, he’ll be a two pump chump. Sorry to break the news. He’ll slide in and then groan and tell you not to move before he’s pulling back out. He’ll go down on you in the meantime. 

“Fuck, baby. You already have me about to cum,” he’ll say with a chuckle as he pulls out and kisses his way down south.

Eats pussy like he’s making love to you with his mouth. Eats pussy like it’s his job. Eats pussy like it's the last time. Y’all remember that one video of the donut eating contest and the dude was passionately eating his donut? That was Jean. He was having flashbacks. Here to see what I'm talking about.

Jean shudders during that first lick and moans the entire time. He does that thing where his eyes roll back and flutter closed before you looks up at you through a half lidded gaze while moaning.

My neck, My Back by Khia was written about him

“Thank you for the meal!” And pretends to have a fork and knife in has hands.

After he’s done, pretends he’s dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “Compliments to the chef.”

“10 out of 10. No notes.”

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. He starts tweaking and crashing out if it's been too long. 

“Baby, I’m losing hearing in my right eye. Queen, please.”

“Let me just get a little taste before you go to work. What? Just a taste. Only a taste, I promise. I promise you won’t be late for work. It’ll be quick.” 

Don’t fall for it because he’s 100% lying and you will be late for work.

“You would deny a starving man? You’re so cruel.”

“Oh, your ear hurts? I think sitting on my face would fix that. What? What do you mean it won’t? Try it and see.”

“I think you riding me right now would solve 95% of the world’s problems.”

"This is it. This is the end. I can see the light. Goodbye cruel world.” As he dramatically falls on the ground pretending he’s dead.

He could be on his deathbed and he'd ask you to put it in his face lol

[sinnabarmoth]

Cheap Taste

Pairing: Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: Sylus's girlfriend is a thrifty person and doesn't exactly feel comfortable with all the presents he buys her.

Length: 3300

Growing up you had never been a big spender. Your family was a thrifty group of people, you weren’t frugal or living paycheck to paycheck or anything. But when you went to a store the first stop your mother ever hit up was the clearance racks, you cut coupons, carpooled when possible to save on gas money. That sorta thing.

When you had grown up and gotten your own place you had carried over a lot of habits. You shopped at thrift stores for clothes, made cheap but bulky meals that provided lots of leftovers for days to come, and made sure to stretch the most out of whatever you had. Rarely did you ever splurge. The only name brands you ever spent good money on were trash bags and butter. Good trash bags don’t rip and quality butter came out in your cooking.

You worked part-time at a catering service and the night you met your soon to be boyfriend you were serving appetizers and drinks at an elegant museum gala. A new wing had been opened and everyone of the upper crust was celebrating in ridiculously expensive gowns and tailored suits. You flitted among them in your caterer’s uniform, clean black slacks, white shirt, black vest, and a little maroon bowtie.

You were carrying a tray of red wine glasses around to offer to guests when someone bumped into you and you went tumbling. You expected to hit the floor and the scattered shattered glass that now littered it but found you were hovering just above the ground, your face mere inches away from a broken wine glass stem that would have definitely gouged out one of your eyes.

Some black and red mist circled your body and pulled you back to your feet. There was polite applause as you were saved from a horrible accident. Staff were already rushing in to clean up the mess, offering apologies for the commotion.

“That could have been bad.” said your savior, placing a steadying hand on your shoulder.

“Oh yes, thank you so--” You turned around to thank him and craned your neck up higher and higher until you finally met his gaze. Not only was he tall but he was broad as well and handsome to boot. His eyes were as red as the spilled wine and sharper than the broken glass.

“Hm? Forgot what you were going to say?”

“Oh uh, yes--I mean no--I mean--” You couldn’t believe now your brain would betray you just because it saw a handsome face. “I just was saying thank you for helping me. As you said, it could have been very bad.”

“Ahem,” your boss cleared their throat, “Thank you for saving my employee.” they bowed their head deeply then turned to you. Heat gathered in your face and you moved to bow as well.

“There’s no need for that.” the man said, crooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head back up. “Would have been a shame to scar such a pretty face.”

You were sure your brain had short-circuited. You couldn’t get a word, not even a sound out. The man smiled with teeth too sharp to be natural and you were tugged away from the interaction by your boss. The man’s gaze followed you until you turned a corner and found yourself in an empty part of the museum.

Your wits came back to you and you immediately started apologizing for the mess. Your boss, who had been so very calm and collected out in front of everyone, you watched as their face distorted into barely contained fury. “You idiot! Do you know what you just did?”

“I’m so sorry. I was just walking with the tray and someone bumped me and--”

“That was a rare $700 bottle of wine you just smashed all over the floor! Do you understand that? We tracked that bottle down specifically for this gala and it is being sponged off the floor with a dirty mop!”

“If it was so expensive then why was it receiving tray service and not behind the bar?”

“That is not the point! They’re not going to pay for it now that no one can drink it. So you can bet it is coming out of your pay!”

“That isn’t fair! If you take it out of my pay I’m not going to be able to afford rent this month!”

“You just be grateful I don’t fire you!”

“You realize rooms with tall ceilings tend to echo, do you not?” you and your boss paused and turned to find the source of the third voice. It was the man who helped you earlier. “Everyone back at the gala could hear how you yelled at your employee.”

“Oh uh, sir,” your boss plastered on a smile, “You’ll have to excuse the volume. You see I was just giving her a brief reprimand for letting the tray fall--”

“Yes. I heard. More of a berating than a reprimand I’d say.” the man glowered at your boss. “And for what? A measly $700 dollars?” he tsked. “I’ll pay for the wine and the broken wine glasses if it gets you to stop yelling.”

“Oh please sir, don’t feel like you have to correct her mistake--”

“I already paid thirty million to create this new museum wing. You think an extra couple hundred is going to put a dent in my account?” he cocked his head. “I suggest you be grateful that I’m offering and leave it at that.”

Your boss went red in the face and nodded vigorously. “Yes. Of course. Thank you sir! Thank you so much for your understanding and your generosity!” your boss continued to bow and with a jut of his chin they disappeared back to the gala.

That left you alone with him in this large empty room. “Are they always like that?” the man asked.

“Only around me it seems.” you sighed. “Thank you for your assistance…again. I’m sorry to have caused you so much trouble tonight.”

“No trouble at all.” he looked you up and down. “Tell me something, how does a woman with looks like yours end up as a waitress? Shouldn’t you be posing for artists or starring in dramas or something?”

Your face heated. “You flatter me too much, sir.” you pretended to straighten your bow tie. “I should be going.”

“Not so fast.” that black and red mist coiled around your shoulders and turned you around again. This was a very powerful evol he had. “I have a proposition for you.”

“What is that?”

“You ever hear the phrase that the best accessory someone can have is the company they keep?”

You shook your head.

“Well, I believe in it. Problem is, I don’t keep much company in others. I’ve been told it makes me…unapproachable.” he flicked his hand and the mist disappeared again.

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Is it your dream to be a waitress for a catering service?”

“No. But why--”

“I can pay you a very handsome fee to be my company when attending functions like this.” he said. “We’ll arrive, mingle, then part ways after my business is concluded.”

“Why are you offering this?”

“Call it a hunch but I have a very good feeling about you. I think we would work well together.” he said with an easy smile.

You scoffed. “I take it your girlfriend does not like these functions, does she?”

“I cannot say what the opinions of a woman who does not exist would be.” he leaned in closer, adjusting the bow tie around your neck. “Any more questions?”

You weren’t sure why but your face grew hot again. “How handsome a fee are we talking?”

“Gorgeous.” he smirked, and with a small tug undid your tie.

“Hey--”

“We can go over more of the details later. For now, let’s do a trial run.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

“I’m working!”

“Not for that lousy caterer, you are.” he tossed the bow tie away and held an arm out for you. “If anyone asks, I’m watching over you after your harrowing moment.”

This was all happening so fast you didn’t know how to respond other than to just go along with it. At least for now he was offering you a reprieve from work and the harsh words of your boss. “I have one more question for you.”

“What is it?”

“What’s your name?”

His smile softened, as if he had not expected the question but was pleased nonetheless. “Sylus.”

“Nice to meet you, Sylus.”

“You as well, my dear. Now, shall we?”

You took his arm and returned to the gala. Your boss and co-workers looked at you confused as to why you were hanging off this guest’s arm but you didn’t feel a great need to explain. For the rest of the night you stayed on his arm chatting with other guests. In between interactions he explained more about this service he wanted you to provide. You’d be getting a weekly pay just to ensure that you were free whenever he needed you, he’d provide a suitable wardrobe for high class functions, and drive you to and from the events. And all you had to do was smile and mingle and make him look more approachable to other guests.

He had also let you know that some of these events would take place in the N109 zone and if you were not comfortable going there he needed to know now. The idea first startled you but fell away almost instantly. There had been a time where you considered moving to the N109 zone just because the rent was cheaper but decided to stay in Linkon.

You could remember your first event with him as his official employed escort. An assortment of boxes from luxury brands had been delivered to your house with a note from Sylus telling you when to be ready. The gown he had picked was maroon and silky, rippling around you like water when you walked. You also knew that any dress from this brand cost more than three months of rent were you to buy it. The price of this single piece of clothing was worth more than everything in your apartment! You didn’t even want to think about how much the shoes and accessories must have also cost.

You really were not used to such luxury and it made you nervous to wear any of it. You had seriously considered putting everything away and putting on one of your own cheaper formal dresses but knew that if you were going to an event with Sylus then everyone would be dressed to the nines. You needed to blend in.

That evening a sleek foreign brand car pulled up out front of your humble apartment building and Sylus stepped out to greet you wearing a suit that matched the color of your dress. You tried not to think about how this looked and got into the car. The event went by without much fanfare, you were always within arm’s reach of Sylus so you had a good anchor to keep you tethered amongst all the finery and chatter.

You quickly learned that Sylus was someone whose wealth came from many different places. Some of them legitimate and on the straight and narrow. Others were less than legal. It wasn’t until a couple months into this strange job and blossoming friendship that you found out that he was actually also the leader of Onychinus. That prompted a long talk while he was driving you home from an event in the N109 zone.

“Do you want to quit now?” he had asked after you had finished asking all your questions.

The question had surprised you. For as surprising as the news had been you were sure you hadn’t shown any revulsion to it. “And lose the best job I’ve had in years?” you scoffed, “I paid off my student loans thanks to you! I don’t care what you do so long as I don’t end up in prison.”

He snorted, smothering the laugh with his hand. “Glad to hear it, sweetie. But I have one more thing to ask now that you know the whole truth.”

“And what is that, bossman?”

“Is this just a job to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he reached across and grabbed your hand. Normally such a move would have had you worried considering how fast he drove but you noticed more and more these days that he was driving slower when taking you home so you didn’t mind. He looked over at you, “Do you think of me only as your boss?”

Your face heated. “Oh uh…” you had been quietly filing away whatever stray thoughts crossed your mind about how handsome Sylus was basically since you met him. Then as time went by and your strange little friendship grew more and more you had developed some stronger feelings for him. You tucked those feelings away with a reminder that he was your boss and you his employee and there was no way that he could return your feelings.

Now all those carefully sorted feelings that you had kept locked away in the recesses of your mind came flooding out. “If I said no, what would that mean?” you asked, your voice quiet.

“It’d mean that the next time we go somewhere it wouldn’t be for work, it’d be on a date. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. That’s very okay.” you interlaced your hand with his, but kept your gaze out the window. In the reflection of the glass you could see him smirk as he brought your intertwined hands up to kiss.

“Perfect.”

And so you started dating your boss and the leader of Onychinus.

And everything was fine. Yep. Fine. Super fine.

It actually was. Your first date had been too a ridiculously expensive restaurant that didn’t even list the prices of the food on the menu and Sylus had bought you yet another luxury brand dress to wear for it. Your closet was quickly becoming a high end luxury store and it was freaking you out. You had tried returning the dresses and shoes and accessories to Sylus each time he got you one but he insisted you keep them. What use did he have for them anyway? He would say.

Despite the decadence, you had a great time with him. But you did plan your next date just so you could get away from all the glitz and glamour for a day. It was a simple date to the park. You had packed a picnic full of homemade food and you sat together talking and people watching. He had poked at a hole in your picnic blanket and asked why it was in such disrepair.

“It’s an old blanket that I’ve used for years. It’s seen better days and I’ve thought about replacing it but it doesn’t really matter since it’s just for sitting on.” you had shrugged.

The next day a package arrived at your house that had a brand new picnic blanket inside. It had a couple actually, in different colors. You texted Sylus and he confirmed he ordered them for you. You thanked him but reminded him that while it wasn’t necessary one would have been enough, you didn’t need a selection.

Really, the amount of money this man spent on outfits you only wore once when you went to events should have warned you want you were in for dating him. As life continued on you found out that Sylus’s love language was gift giving. He had a lot of money and he loved nothing more than to spend it on you.

Some of his gifts were really nice, others left you a bit confused.

You were standing in your kitchen looking at the latest present he had sent you and sighed as you pulled out your phone. He picked up with a sleepy voice and you realized it was still too early for him to be awake.

“Hey babe, sorry for waking you but I had a question.” you said.

“Never too tired for you, sweetie. What is your question?”

“Why is there a $500 juicer at my apartment right now?”

“Oh that,” he said, “You mentioned how it would be nice to have fresh juice in the mornings so I got it for you. There should have been a crate of fruit with it.”

“Yes, yes there is.” you plucked an apple from the large crate. “You know, instead of buying me a juicer you could have just gotten me a gift card to the juice shop I go to two blocks over or something.”

“I can get you a gift card if that’s what you want but you can still keep the juicer.”

“Sylus, honey, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “I appreciate that you like buying me gifts. I know that you can afford to get me anything I want. I have liked a lot of the stuff you have gotten me but you do know that for every one thing you buy me that I really like there’s like ten things that I will never end up touching, right?”

“I don’t follow.”

“Okay, take that print you bought me when we were at that open air art show. I really loved that because I adored the artist’s work and I have it hanging in my living room where I will see and cherish it every day. Then take the guitar I pointed at briefly in the music shop window that I said looked cool. I don’t even know how to play guitar! I just have a ridiculously expensive guitar sitting in my broom closet cause I don’t know what to do with it. Do you see what I mean?”

“I’m starting to.”

“I don’t want you to think I want you to stop giving me presents. That’s not what is bothering me. I just want you to be more discerning about what you buy in the future. Something I talk about briefly but don’t have any use for, no. Something I expressed direct interest in having, yes.”

“Alright. I see that this bothers you. I’ll cut back and try to be more selective.” he yawned. “If you make a list of everything you don’t want I’ll have the items collected so they’re not cluttering your apartment.”

“Yes. Thank you so much.”

“Oh, you may want to take any packages coming to your house in the next few days with a grain of salt. I bought those before you called me.”

“For the love of…” you sighed again. “Yeah, okay. I’ll start making a list. You can go back to sleep now.”

“Have my gifts really annoyed you this much?”

“No. It’s just, I’m not used to all this. I didn’t exactly have a wealthy upbringing so when you suddenly started dropping so much money on me out of the blue it kind of freaked me out. I guess I was just waiting to see how many strings were attached to every gift.”

“The gifts are and have always been stringless. I don’t expect anything from you when I give you something, I only want you to be happy.”

Your heart melted, a smile growing on your face. “I’m perfectly happy just having picnics in the park and going to the arcade together, so long as it’s with you.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie.” you could almost hear the smile in his voice. “And you have to know, I treasure every moment with you more than anything.”

Your face was growing warm again. “Okay smooth talker, go back to sleep. I’ll see you later for our movie night.”

“Does that mean you’re going to keep the popcorn maker I got you?”

You glanced at the other unopened package sitting in your living room. “Maybe.”

[yvesssssssss]

I watched yellowjackets last night and wow it was messed up😃 can you do a nagumo x reader where it's readers favourite show and nagumo being a good boyfriend wanted to watch it with them and I want to see what his reaction would be to the Cannibalism

Nagumo Yoichi Watches Yellowjackets With You (and Regrets It)

I hope you like it! OMG, I barely know anything about Yellowjackets, but I had so much fun writing this. I did my best based on what I know about the show (and a little research), but if there’s anything you want me to add or tweak, let me know!

A peaceful night in. Just you, your boyfriend, and one of your favorite shows.

Nagumo, ever the supportive and slightly nosy boyfriend, had declared earlier: "If my darling’s obsessed with it, I gotta see what the hype’s about! Let’s watch this Yellowjackets thing together."

Oh, he had no idea what he was in for.

The first episode? He was fully invested. Feet up on the couch, chopsticks in one hand, snacks in the other, grinning like an idiot. "Alright, so we’ve got teenage drama, sports, and a plane crash? This is Lord of the Flies but make it sexy. I like it."

Then the survival part kicked in.

Then the cannibalism part kicked in.

Nagumo, mid-bite into his dumpling, suddenly froze. He slowly lowered the food, eyes locked onto the screen as the girls feasted on roasted human.

"Oh."

Silence.

He blinked once. Twice.

"Sooo… they’re actually eating her, huh? Not a metaphor? Not a hallucination? Just—" He made a vague motion toward the screen. "Full-on dinner time?"

You nodded, stuffing popcorn into your mouth. "Mhm. Wild, right?"

Nagumo looked at you. Looked at the screen. Looked at you again.

"You enjoying this a little too much, sweetheart?"

You smirked. "It’s just a show, Yoichi."

He narrowed his eyes. "Uh-huh. You ever look at me like that when I’m sleeping?"

You grinned, baring your teeth dramatically. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Nagumo immediately scooted an inch away. "No, actually, I would not like to know, thank you very much!"

Still, he toughed it out, watching with rapt attention, though his snacks remained untouched. His usual playful commentary turned into increasingly horrified remarks.

"Okay, so they’re justifying it. Cool, cool, totally normal."

"Damn, they’re really digging in, huh? No hesitation. No seasoning, either???"

"Wait, who’s next on the menu?! Ohhh, nah, see, that’s why I don’t do group trips—"

At one point, he dramatically turned to you. "If we ever get stranded in the wilderness, and food runs out, you’re not eating me. Got it?"

"You’d probably taste bad anyway," you mused, trying not to laugh.

Nagumo gasped. "Wow. Wow. So all this time, you’ve been checking me out not because I’m hot, but because you’re assessing my meat quality???"

"I mean… if I were desperate—"

"DON’T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT."

By the time the episode ended, Nagumo had his arms firmly crossed, shaking his head. "Dsrling, I love you, but what the hell is this show? Is this what you watch when I’m not home???"

"It’s a psychological masterpiece!" you defended.

"It’s Hannibal but Girl Scouts Edition!" he shot back.

Despite all his complaining, he stayed for another episode—partly out of morbid curiosity, partly because he refused to be the one to tap out first. But the second someone got that hungry, glazed-over look in their eyes, he side-eyed you again.

"You’re never cooking for me again."

"Oh, come on, I make great food."

"Yeah? And where do you get that food, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Relax, Yoichi. If I ever wanted to eat you, I wouldn’t need a plane crash as an excuse."

Nagumo stood up immediately. "Alright, nope, I’m sleeping with one eye open from now on."

[bubbless-s]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ A brushstroke of love ᝰ.ᐟ

Request: “I don’t know if you still take Harry Potter requests but can you do slytherin boys (and pansy) walking on you doing your pre shower makeup?”

Masterlist

- ʚɞ genre: fluffly, light entertainment

- ʚɞ warnings: none

Tom Riddle

✧ Gets annoyed.

✧ “Why are you wasting your make up?”

✧ Still doesn’t get why you waste time and energy doing this.

✧ You jumpscared him once because you had done a minion full face make up.

✧ it just happened that you were walking after him and he suddenly turned.

✧ Starts hating the pre shower makeup even more.

✧ Would rather die then tell anyone that he got jumpscared by your face in yellow.

Mattheo Riddle

✧ “Love what the fuck.”

✧ Will NEVER let you do it on him.

✧ You will give him kisses? No—wait kisses?

�� Well since you will give him compensation he will sit trough it.

✧ “I look like what you would get when you search ghetto make up on google.”

✧ Likes it more if you put lipstick on and kiss his whole face.

✧ He is like a energetic 9yo who ate tons of chocolate. So in conclusion he can’t stay still for too long.

Theodore Nott

✧ Thinks its funny since he has done it too.

✧ Buys you those shitty kid make up products so you don’t waste your expensive makeup.

✧ Secretly takes pictures of you and threatens to post it.

✧ But he never will.

✧ Let’s you do his brows because he finds it hilarious how he looks with big brows drawn with a eyeliner from a kid makeup set.

✧ Takes 0,5 pictures of you and himself after the masterpiece makeup is done.

✧ Laughs everytime the dollar store lipstick snaps in half from bad quality and his pressure from applying it.

Draco Malfoy

✧ “Is this what birthday makeup is or..?”

✧ Straight up holding back tears when you force him to try it.

✧ “This is muggle activity I—“ “So is bleaching your hair Malfoy.”

✧ You made his skin match his hair. ‘Accidentally’ with water proof 24h lasting brush.

✧ He almost cried.

✧ Didn’t go to classes that day and didn’t step out of his room.

✧ Also he ‘accidentally’ smudged the makeup in your shirt. Accident happen!

Enzo Berkshire

✧ Traumatised.

✧ “Why do you look like a smurf :(.”

✧ Doesn’t want to do it. But he is supportive. Kinda.

✧ Will get you tons of micellar water so the cleaning process is easier.

✧ If you mess up your mascara and get it all over the tube he won’t also mind cleaning it.

✧ What he will mind is if you try to do it on him.

✧ “My skincare is expensive girl..💅”

Blaise Zabini

✧ Stands in the doorway with a ‘:|’ face.

✧ “Um what are you doing this late at night cupcake?”

✧ Another type to take pictures of you.

✧ Agrees when you offer to do his next.

✧ Suddenly became a professional makeup artist??

✧ And comments and how you blend things and stuff😭

✧ “Im rocking this.”

Pansy Parkinson

✧ “I thought we were doing this together?”

✧ Immediately sits next to you and DEMANDS that you do her makeup too.

✧ In the end you both have matching makeup. You’re painted in pink she is in blue. (Stitch and his gf)

✧ “I look so cute. But you’re the cutest.”

✧ Kisses your face anyway. Who cares if you have kilos of make up on your faces?

✧ “Babe do I have makeup smudges on my arse?” “Don’t worry the only thing I see is fifty pounds of ass😋”

✧ The removing process is another type of pain.

[eeerrrrewsd]

Worth the Risk

Jason Todd x Reader – Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, a Little Cute

Jason Todd had learned to live with ghosts.

They followed him everywhere.

In the roar of his motorcycle’s engine.

In the smell of gunpowder clinging to his gloves.

In the cold weight of his helmet, pressing against his skull like a second skin.

They whispered to him in the silence.

In the alleyways.

In the spaces between shadows.

In the stillness of the nights where he sat alone, wondering why he even came back.

He had learned to live with them.

But then you came along.

And suddenly, Jason didn’t know how to live with you.

You weren’t supposed to stay.

Jason had made sure of that.

He had tried everything—brushing you off, keeping you at a distance, scowling at you until his face hurt. He even threw in a few “I’m no good for you” speeches, just to be safe.

But you didn’t care.

You stuck around.

You smiled at him like he wasn’t broken.

You laughed at his jokes like he was someone worth laughing with.

You treated him like he was Jason—not Red Hood, not Robin, not a cautionary tale—just him.

And Jason didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

So, he did what he always did.

He pushed you away.

And you, stubborn as ever, refused to go.

The first time Jason realized he couldn’t keep you at arm’s length forever was when you found him bleeding in his apartment.

He hadn’t meant for you to see him like that.

He had been careful.

The fight had been messy, but he had made it home, made it to his shitty excuse for a first-aid kit, and was fine.

Or, he would have been—if you hadn’t let yourself in with the spare key he forgot you had.

The moment your eyes landed on him—shirt torn, bruises darkening along his ribs, blood staining his gloves—you had frozen.

Then your expression shifted into something unreadable.

And Jason?

Jason panicked.

“Don’t,” he warned before you could say anything. “I’m fine.”

You didn’t listen.

You never listened.

“Fine?” you echoed, marching toward him. “Jason, you’re bleeding all over your couch.”

“It’s not that bad.”

Your glare could have set the whole damn apartment on fire. “You’re literally trying to hold yourself together with duct tape right now.”

“…It’s quality duct tape.”

Your hands landed on your hips. “Sit down.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “I don’t take orders.”

“Then sit down or I’ll make you.”

For a second, he considered arguing.

But you looked mad.

And Jason had taken on Gotham’s worst criminals, but even he knew better than to mess with you when you were pissed.

So, with a dramatic sigh, he sat.

You wordlessly grabbed the first-aid kit, crouching in front of him.

Jason tensed. He hated being this close, being seen like this. But your hands were careful, gentle as you reached for his injured arm.

And then, so softly he almost didn’t catch it—

“You scared me.”

Jason blinked.

Your voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it.

Like you weren’t just mad.

Like you were hurt.

And Jason—Jason hated that.

“…Didn’t mean to,” he mumbled.

You sighed, dabbing antiseptic over his wound. “Then stop trying to die every other night, and maybe we’ll be even.”

Jason swallowed.

He had no idea what to say to that.

So, he sat there, letting you clean his wounds, letting your touch ease some of the ache in his body.

Letting himself wonder—just for a moment—why the hell you were still here.

Jason wasn’t an idiot.

He knew who he was.

He knew what he had done.

And he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he wasn’t someone people stayed for.

But you did.

And it terrified him.

Another night.

Another fight.

Another set of bruises Jason didn’t have the energy to deal with.

He sat on the fire escape outside your apartment, the cool night air stinging against his busted lip.

He hadn’t meant to come here.

But somehow, he had.

Because after a night like this—after feeling like he had nothing left to give, after Gotham had chewed him up and spit him back out—he didn’t want to be alone.

And when he saw your light flicker on, when you stepped outside and spotted him sitting there like some stray cat, you didn’t even hesitate.

You just sighed, held out your hand, and said—

“Come inside, dumbass.”

Jason almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead, he let you pull him inside, let you fuss over him, let you care.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself stay.

Weeks passed.

Jason still didn’t get it.

Didn’t get you.

Didn’t get why you weren’t afraid of him, why you didn’t run the first time you saw how deep his scars really went.

He didn’t get why you smiled at him like he wasn’t some walking tragedy.

Didn’t get why, when he was with you, the ghosts in his head got quiet.

So, one night, after you had patched him up again, after you had fallen asleep with your head against his shoulder, he whispered—

“…Why me?”

You stirred but didn’t wake.

Jason exhaled, staring at the ceiling, at the way the city lights flickered through your window.

Of all people—why him?

Why would you care?

Why would you stay?

Then, as if you could hear his thoughts, you mumbled—

“Because you’re worth it.”

Jason went still.

His chest ached, something warm pressing behind his ribs, something he couldn’t name.

And for the first time in a long, long time—

He let himself believe it.

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Accidently made images perfect for a reference while working on something else so I made one for them yaaay.

A really long sloppy lore summary under the cut smile

All subject to change but! Heres whats up with them as of right now.

Shitboy (SBTV493)(full clone agent code could change but the SB part will always be there) is a faulty soldat clone made in an incredibly poorly maintained aahw facilty. The facility is really far away from all the others and barely supplied or given any attention by the rest of the agency or even the other factions of Nevada, making it a place that has never even had a single sighting of Hank or any real fighting. The poor quality equipment and low monitoring of the place led to SB being made wrong. Clones set for soldat programming got sent in too soon after clones for engineering, and it ended up having SB be a weird mishmash of both types instead being of a proper soldat or an engineer. Nobody (including SB) knows this happened and they are still assigned to be a soldat and expected to properly preform as one. This leads to them being a real shit soldat that dosent really do their tasks that well or fit in with any of the other groups and nobody likes them. He lacks any of the real aggression that soldats are supposed to have and dosent seem to have the expected physical skills either, but since they never get sent on any real missions due to the facility being far away and bad, they don’t die or get “fired”. He does well enough to survive. Despite being treated kind of awfully and not really fitting into any part of the aahw, they would never consciously think about dissenting.

Once one agent has a failed dissent attempt and is dealt with, tensions get really high in the facility. Then one day another agent is fed up with it all and loudly discusses dissenting, which leads to a big facility wide brawl. SB was just floundering around not sure what to do when a stray bullet hit them right in the soldat optic and wounded them badly. Caught up in the panic of the situation the only thing they could think of doing was just running away while everyone was distracted. The fact they ran away and abandoned the place only hits them once they are already much too far away to go back without consequences, and they have to quickly accept the fact they basically dissented. And that they are now missing an eye.

After poorly patching themselves up and trying to hide the evidence of them being from the aahw (not very possible to do when you have special yellow atp blood and a huge wound on your face) they just kinda wander the desert and drift between the sparse communities. Nobody wants to go near them due to them being dirty yucky and clearly caught up in some agency mess. Eventually they get approached by a Fellow who tells them 1) you aren’t being discrete about dissenting at all it’s a miracle you weren’t caught already and 2) there’s a place they can go to get a new job. SB tries to deny it all (still not really coming to terms with the fact they accidently dissented) but he eventually ends up taking the guys offer and goes to SQ for a job and proper patching up.

They get hired and while being cleaned up is jokingly asked if they wanted to find out their atp stats. He agrees and that’s how they find out Oh so I was Never a Real Soldat. It’s a second blow to his psyche and identity as the pieces fall into place as to why they experienced life the way they did in the aahw. Their clone name is joked as meaning “shitboy” and that’s how the name sticks. FDSB is born and assigned as a guy that helps to plan and direct minor missions and is pretty good at it due to the mishmash of engineer and soldat programming.

Despite not fully feeling like they belong in SQ due to their accidental dissent, life is going pretty okay for SB for awhile. Then they find out that SQ sometimes works with Hank J Wimbleton (they never had to encounter any of the members before at the shitty old facility and just simply didn’t know about it). This is when the soldat aggression finally kicks in for the first time in their life at full force and they cannot even stand the idea of Hank being in the same building as them. This gets to be such a problem that their loyalty gets called into question and they are given the ultimatum of learning to be normal enough about situation or just. Leaving SQ. It’s normal to still not like Hank after dissenting but it’s effecting their work so bad to the point of them almost being a concern for sabotage.

This does not go over well with SB at all and is the final blow to set them into an incredibly over dramatic and overdue identity crisis. They struggle with the fact that they didn’t really truly dissent on purpose, the fact they never really belonged in the aahw in the first place especially with their defective programming, pin pointing if their hate of Hank is even their own real feelings or just an effect of being from the aahw, and not really wanting to leave SQ but not being able to stand their current circumstances. This guy sucks. Radiohead in their headphones on loop.

Eventually they figure out how to manage it and stick around with SQ. They learn from another fellow that their old facility ended up collapsing soon after the scuffle that lead to them leaving and it kind of acts like weird closure to that part of their life. Hurray! They still hate that guy though just a normal amount now.

thanks for reading take these images. my bobo

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I would love habit, crush and love for Mattheo 😂😂😂 I know I’m greedy but this man just does something to me 🥵🥵

On the real, we’re all greedy for Mattheo. It’s a tad long so I cut it

Habit

Mattheo has a horribly bad habit of staring

His staring has two modes: completely dead and hyperfixating

When he finds something boring, he’s completely dead inside.

Low vacant eyes that seem like his mind is in another dimension

Draco or Theo snapping their fingers in front of him to bring him back to reality

But when it’s you it’s anything but dead eyes; he’s hyperfixated.

That’s how you figured out he was interested in you; you had caught him staring

About 45x in one day

Since you started actually dating all he does is stare at you

At your eyes and the light that sparkle when you’re talking about something you love

At your lips when they're freshly glossed and how he just wants to mess it up

At your ass and how dangerously short your skirt looks in DADA today

At your tits as their bouncing in front of his face while you ride him

Crush

Mattheo is a teasing crusher; almost like he’s in primary school again

He tugs on your ponytail/bun/hair and just smiles innocently when you turn around and glare at him

He bumps into you in the hall, giving himself the opportunity to catch you as well before flashing a dimpled grin and giving you a “sorry Princess”

He tosses chips and pieces of rolls down the table or across the great hall at you and when you whip your eyes towards him he’s turning his head and whistling like he’s innocent as can be

And he’s like this because he doesn’t know how to show true affection that isn’t just purely lust (let’s remember his examples growing up)

So when he grabs your hand at a house party and asks you to dance you wear a confused expression

You tell him you figured he didn’t like you with how he teased you

Which leaves him a flustered mess and forces him to explain that he really desperately has a crush on you

And if you’d let him make up the last few weeks he promises you won’t regret it

Love

Mattheo Riddle is incredibly insecure when it comes to love

He’s had such shit examples in his life that he doesn’t even realize that he is in love until Blaise and Luna are listening to him ramble on about you

And our sweet Luna just turns to Blaise with a “Isn’t it just an adventure seeing your friends fall in love?”

Then it hits him like a ton on bricks

Love? Thats why he thinks of you first whenever he wants to tell someone good news?

That’s why when he’s pissed off and you wrap your arms around his middle it’s like all his worries melt away?

But he’s never really experienced love, so how does he know you love him back?

He’d need constant reassurance in the beginning because he truly just can’t believe someone would really and honestly love him

But you don’t mind telling him daily, or singing his praises because you don’t think he’s heard about all his good qualities enough in his life

And you’d tell him again and again as much as he’d want because the way he looks at you (like you hung the fucking moon), Merlin you hope you see that every day