#but i think of it like they’re VERY good friends and only casual lovers
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
starbuck · 5 days ago
Text
okay but the way Golden Jackal Song is about going to the closest thing to a home you have left and making out with your friend and being deliciously, deliriously happy
15 notes · View notes
twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 months ago
Text
”why are you so good at that?”
his caress is gentle. tender, steady, secure; and practiced, you can tell, just from the instant relief you feel — the vivid care in how his fingertips smooth along your skin. 
suguru presses his thumbs into the bridge of your nose, right beneath your forehead, big palms cupping your face. they’re warm, calloused, but still somehow so soft — massaging you gently. the pads of his fingers trail upwards, rubbing soothing little circles against your temples. as if he’s memorized every patch of skin, seen the very inside of your skull. as if he knows exactly where to apply pressure to make the sharp jolts of pain go away. 
and it’s working. the room you’re in is dimly lit, illuminated only by the vermilion rays of the setting sun, bleeding in through the gap between the opened shoji screens. a faint, summery scent accompanies them; like burnt roses, or a salty ocean breeze, not enough to rouse the nausea in your throat. it’s quiet. all you can hear is the soft humming of your lover, and your own relieved breaths, pulled out by his skillful hands. his pointer fingers pinch between your brows, and another one follows. the sweetest little sigh. 
”am i?” his voice is soft, even more so than usual, as if the slightest noise could disrupt your peace. a smile is knit between the vowels. ”i’m glad.”
he sounds a little tired. it’s been a long day for both of you, so it’s no surprise. when you finally got back home, the inside of your skull was tormented by a persistent ache, and suguru was blinking with fatigue — though he still insisted on doing this. lying you down on his lap, like a fragile doll, crossing his legs to give you enough space to rest comfortably; the back of your head finding respite on his thigh, senses enveloped by the silk of his robes, smelling lightly of cherry blossoms and sandalwood. comfy.
and, after only a couple minutes of his loving treatment, the ache began to dull. sweet relief seeping into your nerves.
he reminds you to take deep breaths, watching intently as the contours of your face fall back into a state of tranquility. whenever he shifts, the tatami mats beneath him rustle, and your muddled mind sways like the rocking of a boat; slight, but still enough to coax a wince from out your throat, a tiny spark of pain blooming between your sinuses, followed by a murmured apology from the man above you. 
a hum buzzes in his throat. you hear it, eyes still shut, waiting for him to answer your question. and he does, of course — so weak to you, always, your voice the key to his locked-up heart.
”back in high school…” he starts, diligently continuing the facial massage, comforting circles rubbed into your skin. ”... my best friend got migraines often.” 
a soft groan slips from out your parted lips, when he pushes against a certain spot — locating the pressure points like brushing specks of dust from off his clothing. effortless. 
”ah,” you click your tongue, melting into his touch. turning into a boneless puddle, cradled in his lap, comfy as can be. ”your mysterious bestie, huh?”
it’s not the first you’ve heard of this best friend. suguru’s mentioned him before, though only in passing, in whispers, comments he hopes will sound absentminded. they never do — because suguru says the word friend like it’s a prayer. 
(that explains it, though. no wonder it feels so good; it is practiced. should you feel jealous?
well, maybe. but you mostly think it’s kind of sweet.)
before you can think of what you’re saying, the words have left your lips. they tumble out like little pizzicato drops, spoken casually, matter-of-factly. a tiny chirp of a thing.
”you must have loved him a lot.”
silence.
for just a moment, the thumbs pressing against your skin halt — just for a second, but enough to notice, and suddenly you feel a little like the air has been sucked out of the room.
even with your eyes closed, you know suguru’s smile is nowhere to be seen. 
it’s funny, how well you’ve come to know him. how you’ve learned to memorize every expression you’ve ever seen him make, any signs of distress or discomfort. he does this thing with his eyes, sometimes — a thin kind of concealment, when you shuffle a little too close for his comfort. figuratively speaking, because you’re almost certain he’d let you crawl under his skin if you asked. but sometimes you twist the key to his heart a little too abruptly, and his eyes of gold and ochre shift in the light, honey clogging the interior of his cornea. something sickly-sweet. something he’s kept locked up for a long time.
a nostalgia so palpable it breaks your heart just to look at it.
you don’t want to open your eyes. you don’t want to see the kind of face he’s making right now. you don’t want to know if he’s pursing his lips, or furrowing his brows, just because of your carelessly chosen words — you know his old best friend is a sensitive subject. gosh, you’re stupid. 
stupid, stupid, stupid.
(why can’t you ever just read the room?)
blindly, you stumble for something to say, parting your lips. desperate to change the topic, to save him from this suffocating silence.
— but then suguru breaks it.
”yeah.”
when your eyes flutter open, he’s looking out into the garden. watching the sun, as it sinks beneath the mountains, lips curved up into a small smile.
”i suppose i did.”
you take a moment to look at him. the bridge of his nose, the firm lines of his jaw — the slightest tremble of the muscle. and those eyes, set afire by the final rays of the setting sun, burned to ash. filled with… something. not regret.
just longing.
suddenly, the pads of his fingers are dancing along your skin again; gliding down to pinch your nose. it makes you yelp, a tiny squeak.
and then he’s looking at you. 
”but i love you more,” he croons, a little tilt of his head that make his bangs move like a black curtain. eyes swirling with humour, something syrupy and teasing, awfully fond. ”my little dove.”
before you know it, your cheeks are blossoming with warmth; the branches of your lips curling up into a shy smile. his attention is a little too much to bear, so you wriggle out of his grasp — turning around to press your face into his stomach. his sleeves cast a curtain around you, a protective veil, but it’s not long until you’re being coaxed back into your original position.
”ah ah,” he tuts, chiding you lovingly; a coo in the back of his throat. ”none of that. let me take care of you.”
all you can do is groan, meekly, squeezing your eyes shut. suguru only chuckles, cupping your cheeks and continuing to apply pressure on your forehead and nose, large warm palms against your chilled skin — unwilling to let you escape his pampering.
the sun sets eventually. but he keeps you on his lap until the headache has faded entirely, until your eyelids have dragged you into a deep slumber, until tiny snores are seeping from your parted lips. until the moon has pulled itself into the night sky above you.
somehow, even on the brink of exhaustion, you manage to feel his warm lips against your forehead; hear the muffled murmur against your skin.
”sweet dreams, my darling,” comes a whisper, deep and silky, coaxing you further into the cradle of sleep. his thumb smooths along your cheekbone, down to the curve of your jaw — a trail of warmth. ”come back to me soon, won’t you?”
he smiles. you feel it, that soft upward curve, a blissed out sensation drowning you in white noise. the space inside your mind is free of pain, filled only with thoughts of him, the lines of his fingers burning patterns into your skin. one final kiss pressed between your brows, and then he’s pulling away; curling his arms under your knees and hoisting you up. into his steady arms, his robes shielding you from the soft glow of the stars.
”… don’t dawdle in dreamland for too long.”
the whisper goes unheard. fast asleep, suguru can only gaze at you, drinking in the serenity on your features. trying not to remember a boy with blue eyes — the similar expression he wore once his migraines had begun to fade.
he shakes his head, and carries you towards the bedroom. safe and sound in his embrace.
2K notes · View notes
mywritersmind · 4 months ago
Text
DRUNK THOUGHTS - LN4
Tumblr media
summary : He’s drunk and on a dock, nothing can go wrong. Except maybe him confessing his love to his taken best friend.
listen up : drunk lando! reader has a bf but no cheating involved!! maybe a pt.2 but prob not? i’ve kinda been unmotivated but if u have ideas my requests are open!
word count : 653
⋆。‧˚⋆
I find him on a dock, his arm touching the water and his body laying down to face the stars.
I wobble down the wooden path, taking my heels off and pulling my dress down a bit. I’ve been drinking and dancing all night, yet my experience doesn’t even come close to Lando’s night.
He turns his head when he hears my footsteps, “Wanted to make sure you were still alive.” I look at his body, he’s in baby blue pants and a half undone shirt.
I left my boyfriend who was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes to come check on him, feeling a bit tipsy and more than happy to be alone with him.
“Y/n!” He grins and points at me, yup he’s definitely drank more than me, “Hi!”
I laugh and squat next to him, “Hi Lan. Fun night?”
“Oh definitely!” he giggles, his hand patting the place next to him. I sigh and lay down, looking up at the night sky. “You?”
“Very fun.” He’s looking at me still, I glance to him, a curl fallen into his face and his eyes are all soft and shaded from the lack of light.
It’s almost unfair, how beautiful he is.
“I like your dress!” He smiles, his hand gently running against the hem of it. It’s small and black and his touch makes goosebumps run through me.
“I like your necklace.” I reach over and run my fingers over his logo, “Very nice.”
“Would be nicer on you.” Lando’s always like this. Drunk or not, he’s a flirt.
“Ya think?”
“I know.” He looks back up like it’s nothing, “Would be even nicer if it was the only thing you were wearing.” the words come out so quick and easy that I almost think I hallucinated them. Lando’s flirty, sure, but my boyfriend is almost always around so he doesn’t mess around too much.
Apparently drunk him does.
I practically choke, “Oh?”
His head turns to me again, his eyes roaming my features, “You're so pretty.” He says softly, “Like really reallyyyy gorgeously you.”
“I- thank you?”
“Everyone thinks it. All the guys who stare at you but they don’t get it. Not even your lover boy.” He shakes his head matter of factly, “No no no. I do. I hate those guys.”
“What guys?” I laugh.
“You do not have very good vision.” He smacks his lips together, “Everyone looks.”
I laugh, honestly thinking he’s joking, “They’re always looking at you- the famous one.”
He shakes his head again, adamant I'm wrong, “No no pretty. They don’t give a nothing about me.”
“I think you do pretty well.” I raise a brow, “You were basically followed by a group of girls down here.” I’m not sure where they went but they were fawning over Lando.
He shrugs, “Bachelorette party. It’s basically my job.” I laugh and he looks offended that I did, “I wish you followed me.”
Suddenly his words aren’t funny anymore.
“But your bloody boy…” He makes a disgusted face, I thought he didn’t mind him. “Bleh. You’re better.”
“I didn’t know you disliked him.”
“Why would I like the bloke who’s in love with the girl I'm in love with?” His casual tone strikes again, this time stabbing me through the heart. We’re friends. We’ve always been friends. I thought my own feelings had gone long before this trip- before my boyfriend!
I can’t fancy Lando and he cannot be in love with me.
“You’re so drunk.” I laugh it off but he just stares at me. He doesn’t seem to know that he just said he loves me.
“Drunk words are-”
“Sober thoughts.” I finish for him, His body shifting to lay on his stomach, an arm across my waist. “Yeah I know.”
“You always understand me.” He whispers and it breaks me in two. “Thank you.”
“Let’s get you back, Lan.”
310 notes · View notes
azzibuckets · 23 days ago
Text
sweet [part one]
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
summary: a very sweet story of paige and azzi from best friends to lovers 🥰
a/n: lowkey came up with this on a whim bc yall know how much i love angsty pazzi…probably gonna make this into a short series so lmk if you all want another part :)
word count: 1.4k
masterlist
“Ella said she’s worried about you.”
As Paige hovers over her, propped up by a pillow on one side, Azzi thinks that Ella might not have been as dumb as she’d thought. Here she is, with her best friend, in only a sports bra and sweats so low that they’re barely clinging onto her hips. The best friend in question is leaning on her elbow, one hand splayed across Azzi’s bare abdomen, a smirk on her face as soft strands of blonde hair tickle the younger girl’s face.
Azzi slots her leg in between Paige’s, drawing her impossibly closer. “Why would she ever say that?” She asks teasingly, the corner of her lips tugging up.
Paige’s smirk grows dangerous. Her eyes drag down Azzi’s body, doing a slow perusal of Azzi’s chest. “This doesn’t look close to you?”
Azzi tilts her head, batting her big brown eyes under her full eyelashes. “Who cares? I mean, it’s not like you two are dating or anything.” But knowing Paige’s tendency to hide sensitive topics from her until the last moment, her tone drops. “Are you?”
“No.” Paige laughs. “Just fucking around.” Her hands slide lower down Azzi’s stomach, until her thumb is caressing the dip of her V-line.
Azzi holds her breath, trying to ignore the fire uncurling in her stomach. “Does it mean anything to you?”
“I don’t know.” Paige withdraws her hand, replacing it with her head as she settles on Azzi’s chest with a sigh. The action is so casual, so familiar that it makes Azzi’s heart hurt. Sex with Paige is one thing. Intimacy like this, where she can feel her bare skin against Paige’s, feel Paige’s heartbeat, as they lie together, legs intertwined and breaths in sync? That’s a whole other ballpark.
“I don’t even know what we’re doing,” Paige admits, her voice slightly muffled as she speaks into Azzi’s chest. “She confuses me.”
Azzi almost scoffs out loud at the irony. Paige hs always been hot and cold, flirting with Azzi one moment and giving her a look that Azzi swears is only reserved for her, but chatting it up with another girl at the bar the next. It feels like a constant back and forth with her best friend. Sometimes it feels like Paige has her heart on a pendulum, has been since she was 16, yet lately it’s felt like it’s been ricocheting out of control, the string slowly turning into a thread.
“I think she thinks I’m in love with you or some shit.” Paige has been yapping for the last few minutes as Azzi’s lost herself in her thoughts, but it’s this sentence, thrown out so callously, that freezes her blood. “Which is, like ridiculous, you know?”
Azzi struggles to catch her next breath. But Paige has turned her head and is looking at her now, expecting her to say something, so she forces out a dry laugh. “Yeah,” she mutters. Clearing her throat, she forces herself to steady her voice. “No yeah, that’s crazy.” Azzi is confident - she knows she’s drop dead gorgeous, knows she could mess around with as many guys or girls as she’d want. And she knows full well the effect she has on Paige, how the older girl always goes speechless whenever she’s in that pink lingerie set, unable to keep her hands off her ass even when she’s covered head to toe in an unflattering sweat suit. Yet something about her has never been good enough for Paige, for her to want to call Azzi hers.
Seemingly pleased with her answer, Paige plops back down. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” she says decisively.
Azzi lies there for a second before checking her phone. The only notification she has is from PT. She needs to come earlier than usual tomorrow for another progress test. Azzi swallows. “It’s getting pretty late,” she says.
“What?” Paige checks her own phone. “It’s only ten.”
“I know, but it’s been a long day. My knee hurts.”
Paige’s bright blue eyes round in concern as she quickly gets off her best friend, scrambling to sit criss cross on the bed. “Was I hurting it? Lying on you? Shit, Az, you should’ve told me.”
“No,” Azzi waves her best friend off. “It’s just throbbing. I think I just need to take some meds and sleep.”
Paige frowns. “Okay.” She pads out of the room, returning a few moments later with a bag of frozen peas and Azzi’s pink Stanley. “Here. And I moved the Advil to the top drawer of your bedside table right there.”
“Thank you.”
Paige falters. Usually Azzi asks her to stay, to scratch her back until she falls asleep or just hold her as she grits through the pain. “Do you need anything else?”
Azzi doesn’t even look at her. Sliding on her headphones, she shakes her head.
“Okay.” Azzi ignores the hurt and confusion in Paige’s voice. The blonde wears her heart on her sleeve. “Night.”
“See you.”
Paige turns off the lights and shuts the door, and Azzi feels the darkness like never before.
••
8:15 pm, January 8 2024
P: yooo
P: we talked for like hours and i think we’re going somewhere
P: i think im gonna ask her to be my gf
A: oh shit Paige
A: that’s great
A: happy for you 💗
P: i’ll be over in 20 min
P: have you eaten? i had dinner w ella but i can pick up some food for you if you’re hungry?
A: can’t do movie night tonight P
A: knee’s hurting
A: next week?
P: oh okay
P: i hope it feels better
P: don’t forget to use your compression sleeve
P: i doordashed you some food from chikfila, lmk if you want anything else
A: thanks paige
5:27 am, January 14 2024
A: hey where are you?
5:32 am
A: we gotta leave soon or i’ll be late
5:40 am
A: Paige???
Missed call from Azzi💗
Missed call from Azzi💗
A: nvm i’ll just take an uber
8:15 am
P: shit Azzi
P: i’m so sorry
P: i told aubrey to tell you that i couldn’t take you to rehab but she must’ve forgotten
P: i should’ve just texted you
A: it’s good
A: where you at?
P: impromptu trip to nyc
P: ella wanted to go to the knicks game
A: nice
A: hope you had fun
P: how was rehab?
P: any updates?
1 pm
P: dude look
Attachment: 1 Image
P: reminds me of belarus
P: i remember you were so fucking wasted lmfaoo
5:45 pm
P: are you ghosting me now
P: jk
P: but fr
P: you good??
6:45 pm
A: sorry still at pt
A: there’s an issue with the healing in my tissue or something they said
P: i’ll be there to take you to your next appointment i swear
A: actually i was thinking
A: it’s probably better if i just take an uber from now on
A: it’s a four hour round trip and you’re stuck waiting for me during the appointment too
P: it’s not an inconvenience
P: i like talking to your doctors
P: janelle was just getting to the part where she broke up with her bf
A: paige
A: i overheard ella complaining about it the other day
A: you’re getting up at 5 am every saturday to spend 7 hrs with your ex fwb
A: it’s not fair to either of you guys to take up your time like that
P: well when you word it like that ..
P: but you’re still my best friend
P. and ubers are expensive as hell
P: you’re seriously not gonna let me take you?
A: you’re gonna be thanking me once you realize how nice it is to sleep in on saturdays
P: i like spending time with you more than sleeping
Read 6:58 pm
9:40 pm, January 23 2024
P: hey sorry i meant to stop by yours before ted’s but ella needed to change
P: we’re in the back near the pool tables
9:55 pm
P: you’re coming right?
10:40 pm
A: don’t feel too good
A: i’ll just stay in and watch a movie or smthn
A: go have fun
P: bro
P: don’t be boring
P: u haven’t gone out with us in so long
P: i never even see u anymore
A: you can’t be serious rn
A: drinking with everyone after another win i couldn’t even contribute to is the last fucking thing i wanna do tonight
A: i thought you of all people would understand
A: but apparently not
P: I’m sorry
P: I didn’t mean to say that
5 minutes later
P: I miss you
P: Can I come over right now?
A: it’s fine
A: didn’t mean to snap im just tired
A: you’re with your gf and the team you deserve to celebrate
A: you did great tonight i’m proud of you
A: don’t worry ab me
P: i always worry about you
Read 11 pm
12:40 am
P: dude idk what the fuck happened but you’re so weird all the time now
P: do you hate me
P: am i stupid
P: jk
P: think i took too many shots
P: was tryna keep up with nika
P: i miss youuuuuuu
P: so much
P: i wish you’d let me come over
P: don’t tell ella but i kinda miss how things used to be
P: when we were just fucking around
P: now she’s so uptight ab me and you
P: but it’s whatever
P: shit i’m sorry az
P: i was hella drunk last night lmfao
P: ignore everything i said
Read 11 am
401 notes · View notes
ninzied · 4 months ago
Text
sunshine
a childhood enemies to lovers au. 500 word drabble for @hgejfmw-hgejhsf.
“I don’t know, Bug.”
He’s exhausted as hell from the flight home after a grueling finals week. He doesn’t want to make small talk with people he grew up with only to spend the last four years seeing how much they grew apart. It’s pretty much the worst thing he can think of right—
June says, too-casually, “Henry will be there.”
Scratch that. It just got even worse.
Obviously Alex has to go, now.
He hasn’t seen Henry since halfway through middle school, when the Fox family moved out of state. Mister fancy-pants “Oh, I’m on the cul-de-sac” Henry, who always had the cooler bikes, and out-sold Alex at every Girl Scout thing they went to with their sisters. Henry, who was good at everything and got along with everyone. Everyone, that is, except for Alex.
Henry, who’d stayed friends with Pez down the street, is exactly how Alex remembered but worse. He’s too fucking tall. His shoulders are so broad they’re borderline ridiculous. He—
“Alex.”
Fuck. His voice got even deeper. Fuck. Alex scowls.
“Charming as ever,” Henry remarks. At a pointed glance from Pez, he clears his throat, then adds, “Taller, though. Unless we’re speaking relatively, in which case—”
Is this guy for fucking real?
Alex opens his mouth.
“Henry’s the same, though, right, baby brother?” June butts in. “Remember that camp photo? The one where you said he looked like sunshine?”
“Can you not?” Alex objects. “Like he thinks the sun shines out of his ass, is what I said.”
“No,” says June, “I don’t think that was it.” She turns to Henry. “Pretty sure he kept it, by the way.”
“June,” hisses Alex. “How do you even know about that?”
Henry’s blushing. The stupid sun is in his hair again and he looks so unfairly fucking pretty that Alex wants to— wait. What?
Oh. Alex kind of forgets to breathe for a moment. Oh.
“Right, we’ll leave you to it,” says Pez. He takes June by the arm.
Henry shifts. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I was always too panicked by your evident dislike of me to not act like a total knob when you were around. Suppose that hasn’t changed either.”
Alex swallows. “I never disliked you. I just. Always figured you thought you were too good to hang out with me.”
“My gran did think that,” Henry admits, looking sad. “She was very strict.”
Alex remembers the general shape of her, a grim shadow in the curtain whenever he rode his bike too-close to their cul-de-sac. “Was?”
“She doesn’t get a say anymore.” Henry looks at him. “Does that, erm. Mean you wanted to? Hang out?”
“Did you?” Alex counters.
If Henry had pigtails, Alex could’ve pulled those and not been more fucking obvious.
“Yes,” says Henry, simply. “Perhaps we could start now? Make up for lost time?”
“For the record,” says Alex, “I really, really didn’t dislike you.”
Henry’s flush deepens. He’s smiling. Fuck. “For the record,” he says, “I kept that photo, too.”
155 notes · View notes
barblaz-arts · 11 months ago
Note
I think people have been accustomed to couples being in that honeymoon phase when they’re shown onscreen together. We ALWAYS see that with newly-established couples in pretty much any type of media… But that’s not Chaggie.
Charlie and Vaggie have been together for years. Their honeymoon phase has long past. They’re not doing outlandish displays of affection. They’re just, comfortable. Doesn’t mean they love each other any less, just that those sappy moments aren’t as common anymore
Yes! also the way a lot of people are surprised that charlie and vaggie aren't only best friends is such a good example of the double standards wlw ships get. thinking they aren't dating is understandable. Overlooking that Vaggie and Charlie were meant to at least be shipped together is INSANE.
If i never knew they were dating already, i and so many other sapphic ship lovers would be eyeing tf out of Vaggie and Charlie's relationship. Lookit some of the things that happened/are established before the "she's my girlfriend" line in ep 5
- the newcaster lady made a homophobic comment towards Charlie, saying she "doesn't touch the gays" when Charlie tried to give her a handshake
- THIS
Tumblr media
- just all the times Vaggie would soften up as soon as she sees Charlie smiling or being her dorky self despite being previously upset/angry
- Vaggie's whole friggin verse in Whatever It Takes is very obviously meant to be romantic
Tumblr media
- Charlie being worried about Angel Dust while Vaggie gives her the most "i love you and im sad that you're upset but i love that you're upset over something like this because it shows how amazing of a person you are" look at Charlie as she tucks her hair behind her ear
Tumblr media
- Angel: I think this belongs to you *hands Charlie over to Vaggie*
- just all the casual touches they do that would totally be read as shipping fuel AT LEAST if it happened between a male/female duo or two men
Tumblr media Tumblr media
- the fact Vaggie woke up?? Looking beside her to find Charlie?? To show that they sleep in the same bed?????
- Vaggie offering her hand unprompted when Charlie was having a stressful phone call with her dad and Charlie readily accepting it
And I'm sure there are people who'd go "But it's always shown from Vaggie's end! It looks so one-sided!" So? Aren't there tons of ships out there that seem one-sided but yall are perfectly fine shipping? And it's harder to see Charlie's love for Vaggie because Charlie at her core is a very loving and affectionate person. Of course it's gonna be more obvious for Vaggie since she's so prickly towards anyone else.
If all these things still happened without any of us knowing that they were actually girlfriends, we'd have a certain section of the fandom shipping it hoping they DO become canon while others would be claiming we'd be ruining a perfectly good platonic friendship by making it gay. They'd say we're reading too much into things.
But they ARE a couple. we aren't reading too much into things because it was meant to be read as romantic. And yet we're still the delusional ones for thinking an already established sapphic couple is "cute and interesting" because now they're claiming they simply dont have chemistry. It's frustrating.
Of course I have my criticisms too. The show could portray more of how Vaggie is more special to Charlie than anyone else, have them flirting more overtly or something. But any argument that they're "so boring i thought it was het" is invalid to me because i damn well know if at least one them was a dude a lot of them would be saying otherwise.
453 notes · View notes
yanfeisty · 8 months ago
Note
I wonder how funny it would be seeing Zhongli x Reader x Neuvillette and how their territorial instincts would come out randomly and they would almost fight each other to the death before they stop themselves and they're like wait im sharing my lover with them. I cannot attack them or else lover = sad
Honestly, I don’t really imagine them fighting because they are so well mannered and all, but there is definitely some tensions in there but let’s see that. Content warnings: none.⠀⠀Thanks for the request, hope you’ll enjoy !⠀⠀ ︵ ⠀⠀ ̼
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
⠀‣ Zhongli, Neuvillette
These two are from different lands with jobs they are dedicated to, and therefore they can’t travel much, which is convenient because this means they don’t see each other and can fully enjoy your presence alone. However, this also means that you need to travel between nations and leave one of them to see the other. It’s a pity, but they understand, and they also don’t want you to worry since this relationship is already strainful.
You don’t notice it because you’re mortal, but there’s a sort of competition between the two, they can smell the scent of the other on you and despite being well composed, it kind of awake something within them, the need to remove that scent from you and replace it with their. They’ll get more clingier than usual, like asking if they can hold your hand whether it’s in outdoor or indoor, or giving hugs when you’re already close to them and make them last a bit longer than it should.
Sometimes, you’re able to get them in the same room with a bit of forcing with Neuvillette to go outside, and convincing Zhongli to go see him. They’ll keep throwing side-eyes at each other’s while staying still in their chair, and when you try to discuss with them, one won’t take part of the conversation if he sees the other is already in it, unless you ask a question to him directly—yes, it’s very awkward. They think they’re subtle but they really ain’t, anyone walking by can feel the tension, especially you.
“This tea is wonderful!” You exclaimed as the hot drink fills your throat with multiple flavors, going to the tea shop was a good idea that you thought since everyone could enjoy it and it gave you a subject of conversation to talk about. You gave a look to the two persons to your left and right as a hope for a response from them, knowing they always had interesting things to say even when it’s about drink. “I agree, this tea shop uses an old traditional technique, the process demands lots of patience and care but the result is worth it.” You nodded and smiled to Zhongli’s explanation, then you looked at the other direction. “And what about you, Neuvillette?” “Oh. Yes, it is a wonderful taste indeed.” He nodded while looking at his tea. “…”
You don’t expect them to like each other, but at least hope they could act normally without this feeling of distance. Not only that but there are times were they would throw implicit critical comments about each other’s, “You’re going to spend time with the usurpe- I mean, Mr Zhongli?” It gets tiring, this doesn’t feel like a relationship which makes you disappointed, and they can feel it.
They’ll realise how unwise they acted and will try to make efforts for you, even if it takes a long time, trying to restrict their natural instincts. Eventually, they’ll act more casual when the three of you are together, and when they put their differences aside they find common traits and linking they have which makes you think that in another life they would have been really good friends. Say bye to the awkward silence and hi to the long never ending conversations between the two on Liyue water.
Tumblr media
‘𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓔𝐍𝐃  Please don’t copy/translate and don’t reblog with yand3r3 tags, also if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account, or you’ll be blocked. Besides that, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated. 
Would Neuvillette even know that Zhongli is an archon TT?
324 notes · View notes
crescenthistory · 1 month ago
Note
carina!!!!! i ADORED your poly!dorlene fic - can we please get your headcanons (general, specific or whatever you wnat really!) for the valkyries? 💓
aaaaaahhh thank you so much lovely<33 i absolutely adore them. i've given my general view of them/my "canon" headcanons, so these are literally just my most random hcs about them (that i strictly stand by)
more of crescenthistory's silly thoughts about the valkyries & co
Tumblr media Tumblr media
again, i include dorcas in my valkyries posts because i fully believe she was 100% taken into the group when she and marlene went from academic rivals to best friends to finally lovers
for the same reason i will often include pandora because i think she also got relatively integrated (though not to the same extent) through dorcas and lily
however, pandora is more elusive so-to-speak and is not always here or there, but i think the girls just love her all the more for it
of the original three, i think lily understands panda the most and marlene understands her the least – but marlene is the one who thinks pandora is just the coolest. like she is so thoroughly entertained by the workings of pandora's mind like a dog is fascinated by birds outside a window.
mary is the chillest of the bunch and whenever they make a new joint friend she's the one who's like "cool, slay, now what's for dinner?"
in a modern au, mary would so have an asmr youtube channel
(that she would occasionally reel lily into, though i think lily is more comfortable behind a camera than in front of it)
marlene would pierce her ears with safety pins in the first years of hogwarts and then get a trashy (but at least more proper) piercing kit for the final years and give piercings to anyone she feels like
a marlene piercing is a stamp of her approval and some of the younger years would giggle about it together and strive to be Chosen
i also 100% believe marlene is most younger gryffindor girls' gay awakening
dorcas would do the same with stick and poke tattoos, her "practice" located in her dorm in the slytherin dungeons
her first stick and pokes are on barty for practice (who LOVES it and brags about being her first) and only when she feels good enough does she give in to marlene's pestering and give her one as well
it spirals from there and suddenly dorcas is a relatively skilled tattoo artist just for laughs and has a widespread reputation
though, i think she would leave it behind after hogwarts – but she would keep her kit and when they get tipsy enough at reunions, she might pull it back out
lily uses traditional yet sweet pet names like honey, love and sweetie
mary uses more abnormal ones but still sugary sweet, like smooch and bubba
marlene is a baby person BUT ALSO princess and lover when she’s feeling cheeky
(i also think she would use sunshine a lot, but for wildly different purposes; either to be sassy or soft)
dorcas is more classic with darling and gorgeous but i can see the occasional casual babe slip from her (that would fluster just about anyone)
pandora's pet names are the most intriguing for me, because i think they would be rather whimsical and perhaps a bit odd, but they vary drastically from person to person – lily would for sure be 'bambi', but she is just as likely to nickname someone after a bone or organ she feels they represent
i desperately want to write some pandora fics where she calls reader 'trinket'
dorcas is the debate team champion that could argue with you and win, even if she is completely wrong (not that she usually is), while lily usually considers arguing above her because she KNOWS she is right – and you do, too
marlene just barks tbh
mary is a crier, but not necessarily a crybaby imo – she just has very little barriers to her feelings and wear them freely on her sleeve and face equally. she will cry from happiness, love, sadness, disappointment, anger, jealousy, etc.
mary draws constellations between the freckles on lily’s face with sparkling ink and lily doesn’t remove them before they’re naturally washed away
we all know marlene would play the bass given the opportunity, but i also think mary would play the ukulele and even had one at hogwarts
she would strum away and sing low lullabies on quiet domestic evenings in their dorm
i think lily played the trumpet in orchestra when she grew up as a muggle, while dorcas played classical music on the piano – lily has fond memories of this, dorcas does not
the original valkyries made friendship bracelets on the first day of first year that they still have to this day
lily made one for marlene, marlene made one for mary and mary made one for lily
on their last day of seventh year they traded them once more: marlene got the one lily wore, lily got the one mary wore and mary got the one marlene wore
these are their most important piece-sakes from hogwarts
i believe that first day was the memory they conjured up for when they first learned expecto patronoum
24 notes · View notes
blakbonnet · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: @adhduck
Please give it up for the nicest and one of the most creative writers in this fandom: Duck! I'm just such a fan because not only does Duck manage to write the softest, gentlest, loveliest Ed and Stede (both together and apart), their fics somehow perpetually keep me looking like 🥹 all the time ough. And they were very very nice about sharing their writing process with me:
What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?
Mostly it’s the Taika “look at a document for 8 hours and then close the document,” honestly. I’m a very slow writer and lose motivation very easily, so I mostly get by on the muse’s fire hydrant and forcing myself to write those fifty words even when every single one feels so bad.
I go moooostly beginning to end because even though I’m generally an outliner, I always end up with little details that will affect later scenes and I don’t wanna lose continuity or have to rewrite a bunch. However, I do definitely let myself do a [finish this scene later] and move on to the next scene because otherwise I will get really fucking stuck, and sometimes I’ll write a line or a paragraph I thought of that sounds really good and tuck it away for a later scene.
Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing?
Ooooooooh, I don’t know if this is a trope but there’s just nothing I love more than huge feelings contained in mundane stories, of feelings so big you can’t actually express them and so they’re this constant hum throughout the story. I also love writing about touch for both of them, how Ed gives casual touch to hide the deep well of desire for intimate touch, how Stede is so unused to touch and craves it so deeply. (Can you tell I just really like subtle yet overwhelming emotions? Maybe it’s the aroace in me idk but that shit hits HARD.) Oh, and I love a fuckin’ allegory or object to discuss all those big feelings, whether it’s monsters or gardening or peaches or what the fuck ever (I have used all of these lol).
Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?
I think Ed’s voice comes to me faster because the way I personally speak is closer to Ed’s voice, but it also means I’m sometimes double-checking myself to make sure I’m still deep in his voice, not my-voice-but-Ed. Stede isn’t necessarily harder for me, I’m just doing all that double-checking to make sure I’m not slipping into Ed voice or, god forbid, Aziraphale-lite voice. So, idk! I love writing them both, the little details of each of their inner dialogues are SO important to me (Ed’s tangents and his pshh-I-don’t-care moments, Stede actively avoiding thinking about things he doesn’t want to face, etc etc etc).
Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read
For the longest time it was There is Love That Doesn’t Have a Place to Rest, mostly because it was posted the day before another fic and, while I find them to be siblings and equal quality,  the other one got way more attention. That fic is about the time between signing the Act of Grace and getting to the academy and I think I really nailed where the two of them are at.
However! (And I know this is cheating okay shh.) Nowadays the one that I wish people read the most is Not Only the Sugar, But the Days. It’s the sequel to my “offscreen 30 year slowburn friends to lovers finally get together” fic and I put my whole fucking heart into it, honestly. The two boys basically go on a bunch of dates to live out the teenage experiences they never got together and work through the biggest feelings and I just! Really want people to see it! (It also can be read as a standalone, which I didn’t advertise super well lol.)
What is the one word that you think you use a lot?
Unfortunately it’s probably “just” or “a little” or filler words like that. Also obviously if the word fuck counts then, yeah, that. Maybe warm? Or something about yearning??? If I have a classic word please tell me I’m fascinated by this idea.
Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?
The person who beta’s for basically all my fics is Owen @trans-top-stede and they are sooooo fucking helpful and incredible. So good at catching all the little things I miss, making sex scenes make sense, reminding me positioning in general is a thing, cheerleading me on, etc etc etc. My fics are so much better for their help.
Why OFMD 🥹
Ed and Stede just fit so fucking well into all sorts of AU’s (they try to invent their own AU’s in canon, even) while also having so much fun space to explore within canon. Their range is also perfect perfect perfect for writing fics—they can be in the wells of misery and fluffy as fuck and obnoxiously cheesy and realistic all in the same fic, if you want, and it’s completely accurate to their canon selves. It’s also helped me to embrace being silly and cheesy and earnest because life is about being yourself and finding your people and feeling deeper, feeling bigger, feeling more authentically without fear of being too much. Fuck I just really love these boys. (Also they’re so pretty and the whole crew’s so pretty we WON.)
Please head over to @ofmdlovelyletters (who also made the header) and send your love to all your favourite authors (and authors of the week 😈 watch that blog for some special letters coming your way)
36 notes · View notes
harryforvogue · 1 year ago
Text
i wrote something. it has nothing to do with my existing characters, but i had fun writing it and i need different things to write here and there or else i go insane. i don't think it's coherent but here you go! <3
(no OC named, just used she/her pronouns)
***
Christmas Eve, 1947
She doesn’t understand why people accept invitations if they’re just going to stand in a corner and brood. The purpose of parties is to socialize, to flirt, to have fun. Nothing good comes from avoiding people like the plague. At that point, why even bother showing?
Although, it’s hard to be angry when the man doing the avoiding is someone she's had a crush on for a very long time.
Harry stands close to the window by the Christmas tree in the living room, staring almost angrily at his whisky. He throws his head back to finish it off, and then sighs deeply, turning his head to stare out the window. It’s been steadily snowing for a few hours now. Perhaps he’s regretting ever coming to such a bland party, or perhaps wondering how badly he’d injure himself if he flung his body out onto the white snow. Judging by the look of his face reflecting on the window, she thinks he must be the most miserable person there.
Her friend has gone all out for the party though. Brought out her most expensive gramophone to play delightful Christmas music and passed around drinks. At first, the population of people in the living room were shy. The men on one side, the women on the other. But after one daring man crossed over to speak to one of them, the night officially began. 
However, Harry remains far from the mingling people. His eyes are downcast, his index finger running over the rim of the glass. He's in his own dark thoughts.
Apparently her staring has been noticed by several of her friends who have prodded her, urging her to go speak with him. ("Come on. don't be scared." "Don't be a baby." "Maybe he'll kiss even you." "Maybe you can replace his old lover." "Maybe someone will finally show interest in you." -- The last one particularly hurts but it's just friendly banter, isn't it?) They bother her for nearly half an hour before she decides it's a decent opportunity. She gives in.
Stealing a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, she slips into the sea of people and manages to come out unscathed at the other side. Her heart hammers in her chest, but with a few quick breaths, she reminds herself that all she’s doing is pouring the man a drink. There’s absolutely no harm in that.
She stops before him, awkwardly stepping past the tree. His head turns towards her and with a single look, her heart is thundering again.
“Hi,” she says, holding up the bottle. “Can I get you another drink?”
Up close, Harry is devastatingly beautiful. She loves the crease between his eyebrows, the slight pout of his mouth, his strong brows, and his firm jaw. He towers over her by half a foot, standing in his evening suit, one hand in his pocket. Up until this point, she’s only ever seen him from afar. This close, she’s struck by his handsomeness, despite the signs of annoyance. 
She recalls the first time she’d seen him a number of years ago. He’d been casually dating another woman, and he’d taken her dancing at the same country club that she’d been at with her own date. They’d snagged eyes only once during the night, but since then, he’s been all she can think about.
When she’s lucky enough to see him in public or at these parties, she tries to convince herself to talk to him. She’s never been able to until now. Her friends ridicule her for it, but she simply does not have the confidence.
Tonight is different, however.
Harry’s attractiveness isn’t visible to only her of course. He’s been known to date often. But now, there’s another reason why people don’t speak with him.
She heard from a friend who heard from another friend who heard from her cousin that Harry’s sudden disdain for people comes after his wife died while they vacationed together in Milan. He’d left London for Italy just six months ago, and they say that all his letters told them how happy he was. How he loved the new country and its weather and how would live there forever with his new bride. She went by the name of Alessia. Or maybe it was Cecilia. 
And then she died. Caught a disease of some kind. 
Her friends have gossiped extensively about it.
“I wouldn’t ever get involved with a man in mourning,” one friend said. 
“It’s absolutely profane,” another said.
"But maybe you'll have some luck," a third said. "You always seem to get the weird ones attached to you."
(This is true given her horrible dating history, but the jab isn't very nice even if it's from a friend.)
Harry looks at the bottle in her hand and then nods, pushing his glass out. She pours in the liquid.
“Are you enjoying the party?” she asks him.
Harry takes a sip and then says, “Yes.”
“I’m sure you know everybody here, right? You’ve lived in London your whole life, I imagine.”
“I know enough of them.”
She tries to pose it as a humorous observation. “And yet I haven’t seen you talk to anyone since you’ve been here. And I haven’t seen you dance with anyone at any party. I find that you and I are invited to similar gatherings. Maybe we have mutual friends?”
Harry looks at her for some time without answering.
“Maybe,” he finally says, and then finishes his whiskey.
His eyes flicker to glance at something behind her. His brows pull together some more.
She tells him her name. “It’s nice to meet you. Do you want to move to another comfortable place? I can give you a tour of the house, if you’d like, or maybe–”
“I’d rather not.”
"Oh. Then another drink?"
"No more," he says icily.
Her heart stops. “Oh. Right, sorry.”
He puts his glass on the window sill and tucks his other hand into his pocket. “Is this amusing to you?”
She blinks, taken aback. “Sorry?”
“Getting me to talk to you. Don’t be coy. It must be so fun to mess with me.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I can see all your girlfriends behind you. From the look on their faces, they’re having more fun than you right about now.” He shrugs a shoulder. His eyes are suddenly darker, the twist of his mouth making her hands clammy. “You got a laugh out of them. Are you proud of yourself?"
She whips her head to look at her friends who are indeed laughing. To her horror, it seems like they’re laughing at him.
“No,” she says, turning back to Harry. “They didn’t send me here. We’re not–”
“Just leave.” He says her name, but it’s so cold, she feels it stabbing into her ribs.
“No! No, it wasn’t– I didn’t tell them I was coming to talk to you.”
“It must be hilarious.”
“They didn’t put me up to it. I wanted to talk to you!”
Harry raises a mocking eyebrow. “And what could you have to say to me?”
She feels flushed, suddenly put on the spot. All she was prepared for was pouring him a drink. But now he looks at her like he really dislikes her and it’s all too much. And so she blurts, “I’m sorry about your wife.”
Harry’s gaze instantly hardens. “My wife?”
“I thought that you weren’t feeling well because of it so I wanted to make you feel more welcomed. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable and nobody put me up to it, I swear. I wanted to offer my condolences and I say that I didn’t think it was fair for people to treat you weird, okay? That’s all.”
She holds the bottle of whiskey close to her chest, mentally swearing at herself. With a final apology, she goes to leave, but Harry suddenly holds his arm out to block her from leaving.
He has a funny look on his face. “Condolences? For what?”
Her dress is way too tight right now. Her head is spinning.
“For your wife passing away, of course.”
Harry’s eyebrows shoot up in alarm. “My wife is alive and well.”
And that’s supposed to make her feel better, but now she feels even more foolish. She squeezes her eyes shut and swears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, it must have been a rumor. I’ll– I need to leave, I’m sorry. I'm so so--”
He doesn’t move his arm though. “Is that what’s happening? All these people don’t know how to talk to a man with an, apparently, dead wife?” 
And then he does the strangest thing. He laughs. It’s a bitter laugh, but it’s soft and there.
“Why do people think my wife is dead?” he asks.
“I didn't know. I should really go. I’m sorry–”
“No,” he says, holding her elbow now. It’s gentle, but firm. “Do you know who started this rumor?”
“Er, no.”
“I don’t think it's me that your friends are playing a joke on.”
Tears burn in her eyes. “Yes, I realize that now.”
He releases her elbow then, and runs a hand through his hair. “My wife is not dead. She didn’t return with me from Italy, but that doesn’t mean she’s no longer alive.”
“Right, of course.” She ducks under his arm. “Goodbye now.” And then rushes away. Her ears burn with anger and embarrassment. She thinks she hears him calling her name, but she continues to leave the scene. She most definitely hears the rest of her friends laughing. 
***
It turns out that hiding in a room for the duration of a party is a lot harder than it seems. Two hours later, she calmed down enough to want to leave the party. She fixes her dress, the bow at the collar, and the gold pins in her hair. She can't do anything about her red rimmed eyes though.
She’ll have to run out of the house because there are still too many people there. She swings her door open and starts to move, but crashes into something hard instead. She nearly falls onto the floor, rubbing her head with a soft swear.
Harry stands before her, looking down with a frown on his face. “I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
She hastily fixes her hair. “I'm fine.”
“Are you leaving?”
“Yes.”
“I was looking for you. I thought you left earlier.”
“I’m leaving now.”
She goes to move around him, but he grabs her hand. “Wait. I need to apologize. I didn’t handle that well at all.”
“Nothing you need to apologize for.” She tugs at her hand in his grasp. “I really need to go home.”
“I shouldn’t have just accused you of being part of something you weren’t. That was very wrong of me.”
“It’s fine. I’m just going to–”
“They’re not your friends. You should never trust–”
She doesn't need that reminder. A sudden spike of laughter from downstairs rings in her ears. “I get it. I do. Now please move.”
He blocks her way again.
“My wife isn’t dead. She’s not here and we’re no longer together, but she’s not dead and I’m sorry your friends did that to you. Listen, hey. I think it’s very nice of you to have come up to me to make me feel better. Really. It’s very kind. And if you’re leaving, I’d love it if you let me walk you home.”
She frowns deeply, looking up at him. “That’s not necessary.”
“I feel terribly guilty for adding onto the torture unknowingly.”
“You didn’t put them up to it.”
“No, but the way I spoke to you was wrong. Please let me walk you home.”
His eyes are earnest, his hair unraveling and falling into his eyes. He releases her hand and waits patiently for her answer.
She wasn’t planning on going home tonight. She’d asked her friend if she could stay over in case the blizzard worsened, but since she’d rather not stay, she doesn’t really have a choice but to leave. The cabs won’t even be running at this time.
“I live far,” she says. “You don’t have to do this, Harry.”
“But I want to. Also,” he shrugs and offers her a sudden charming smile. “I’m a gentleman, though I didn't act like one and I need to make it up to you. I don’t want you to walk home alone.” He turns and holds his arm out. “Come. You can wear my coat.”
She looks at him for a moment, and, afterwards, his arm.
Then, she steps forward and takes it, nodding once. “Okay.”
“Good.”
***
Outside, the snow is almost up to their calves. She’s shivering despite Harry’s coat around her shoulders and his arm around her waist. The only thing that keeps her from falling onto her face on the asphalt is their conversation.
Currently, Harry’s talking about how he was exempt from war as a medical assistant. Now, he’s opening up his own practice in London with his brothers. Family medicine in every way, he calls it. When asked what else he would do if he weren’t a doctor, he says he’d be a professor.
Harry is impressed by her own resume. A published writer. His eyes are bright when she tells him she’ll give him a copy of her book free of charge next time she sees him.
Through chattering teeth, she asks, “If you don’t mind me asking, you said you are no longer with your wife?”
The weird twist of his mouth suddenly returns. She regrets asking.
“We’re in the process of separation.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
“But still.”
They don’t say anything else about that matter.
By the time they’re home, Harry’s holding her hand and she’s all but running to her front porch.
“Would you like to come inside?” she whispers, her fingers trembling as she unlocks the door. “I could make you a hot cider before you leave?”
“I believe your family would mind."
“They’re not home. Off at their own Christmas party.”
"So you'll be home alone?"
The question excites her, but his concerned look tells her he's actually worried about her safety, not the possibility of them being alone together.
"Yes. For the night." It can't hurt to tempt him.
Harry looks conflicted. Under the grey sky and falling snowflakes, he looks near angelic. With a swipe of his hand, he removes the from his face. “No, I don’t think that would be right. But.” He steps closer. “If it’s all right. I’d like to see you again.”
Her heart jumps to life. “Would you?”
“Yes. Can we make it happen?”
Her fingers tremble for a different reason now. “Yes. I'd like that.”
“Good. This Saturday?”
“Okay,” she breathes.
“How’s dinner sound?”
“Wonderful.”
He laughs. “Good. I look forward to it. And bring me that book, yeah?"
"And you don't mind that it's a boring old romance?"
Harry smiles. "I've been looking to expand my tastes, miss." He then ducks his head in a small bow. "Goodnight, then.”
He waits a beat longer and then then turns, carefully walking back down the steps. He lingers by the sidewalk until she’s safely in her home and then puts his jacket back on. 
She locks the door, slides down onto the floor and screeches excitedly into her frozen hands.
143 notes · View notes
rev-wrath · 6 months ago
Note
I've seen a piece of fanart about the in-universe Gothamite's guide to ships Bruce is part of and it got me thinking about that with the albatross duo (who are looped together cause have u seen them interacting with each other. like they'd ever break off their bond). The average Gothamite discusses the duo's potential/speculative third on at least a bi-weekly basis cause there's literal no other gossip in the god-forsaken city-
I think the most popular person that they're shipped with is Harvey- both pre & post Two-Face. Older Gothamites remember seeing the three of 'em running about the city when they were all pups and younger ones saw pictures and tabloid articles about Harvey and Bruce and R. Post Two-Face tho... it's childhood friends + doomed lovers and just tragedy all around so it's still a popular ship I think.
Some other ships include- one with that Metropolitan Journalist, Clark Kent- who's the only one to have gotten an interview with both their pathetic lil mew mew Bruce Wayne and his knight R, at the same time. And the fact that he left the grounds of R's mansion wearing very different clothes from when he first came to the city really didn't help. (Batman needed help from Superman for a thing, and one event led to another and ruined all of Clark's clothes. It was only by pure chance that R had spare clothes in the man's size in the storage.)
Another one is with Batman, the city's Dark Knight. Now, R and the Bat think they're being subtle but everyone knows they chase each other across the city's roofs. Some people speculate that R's being unfaithful to Bruce but that's like a minority opinion (Alfred laughs at that when he unwittingly comes across those kinds of posts).
Post JL formation though, the duo- as they're the main investors for the League ofc- would get shipped with. So. Many. Of. The. Heroes. Superman? Yeah, everyone's seen the way he carried Bruce Wayne out of a building princess-carry style. And the way he caught R whilst they were falling from a high place. Wonderwoman? She curls around protectively around the both of them during press conferences. The Green Lantern? The Flash (Barry and R have a laugh at that)? They all play into it tho. Maybe there is an underlying attraction there somewhere or maybe they're focusing the attention (of being many superheroes' 'weaknesses') on R + Bruce bc they can protect themselves.
Post Damian introduction tho, I feel like Talia would become more and more of a popular candidate for their third. She does linger around Bruce and R often, and later on it would be more of a public knowledge that Talia is Damian's birth mother so they all speculate that the three of them were in a secret courtship when Bruce and R were both out of the city.
The kids all have their favourite candidates and they make their picks known on Twitter.
(Did u know I had this ask in my mind last night and I wrote in my notes tell myself to send it to you in the morning bc I know that our short timeframe together is around that time)
I love all of this.
Everyone not involved has a stake in it. R gets dragged into YouTube compilation with Bruce. “The Prince and Knight of Gotham being the IT COUPLE for 6 minutes”. Then it expands into “A Deep Dive into Gotham’s It Couple” which then continues into who they’re potentially dating or hooked up with up. There’s a casual comment from the commentator about how they wouldn’t mind being a third.
The kids hang it over each other’s head anytime something happens. Jason would vote Diana but thinks she’s too good for Bruce so he’s with Damian in the Triple Parent team. Dick is with Clark and always has been. As a bit they do also say Batman isn’t any good for their parents, knowing that Batman is literally one of their parents.
24 notes · View notes
tempest-teacup · 7 months ago
Note
okay now I'm curious because I've just read through all your ship review stuff what's your OTP/Favourite ship (Any quadrant) for Sollux? I like seeing what people do with him shipwise because I ship him with like,,,, most of the cast (Multishipper moment)
I like the term “ship review” because it makes it sound like I’m writing a newspaper article. “Hello readers, this weekend I investigated Davekat and LET ME TELL YOU…”
Now, okay, you’re about to be sorry you asked because I could write a fricken novel about this one.
I like Erisol a lot and I’m mad at myself for it. Like it feels too obvious of a ship to be good but I’m obsessed. And even after I eventually accepted that I liked them black, I was then angry to learn that I like them flushed too. UGH!!!
Anyway here’s why.
First of all you have to get on board with being an Eridan sympathizer. Yes he is an asshole and a dipshit but that’s kind of the whole deal with Trolls. He just happened to be an asshole dipshit who was born into the equivalent of like, the Tr*mp family or something. Also he had to constantly hunt and murder to keep his species alive. And his best friend and crush kinda maybe used him/lead him on for said hunting and murdering and then literally *dumped him to go smooch another boy the second she didn’t need him anymore.* And they’re THIRTEEN when starting the game, I can’t stress this enough.
Gang, I dunno about y’all but when I was in middle school I had some REAL SHITTY OPINIONS.
Ahem. Moving on.
Sollux also has a similar relationship with Being Responsible For the Fate of His Species. He is also An Asshole Dipshit Teenager. Bro just got born into the opposite end of the spectrum. And I know that all of the Trolls obviously have a relationship to the apocalypse but these two have have been dealing with theirs forever(?) and they are just unescapable parts of how each kid has to exist day to day.
IT’S REALLY SAD!
The more you look at these two, the more they appear as opposites, or if you prefer, the concept of yin and yang. I mean, ugh. Hope and Doom. HOPE AND DOOM, Y’ALL.
They’re both so deep in their own social niches, they look at the other and think “I would NEVER!!” Eridan has so much Hope in the caste system that he blindly believes it will save him in the end. Sollux feels so Doomed by it that he has resigned himself to being a lazy burnout even though we know damn well how much potential has has both as an intellectual and a psionic. In the end both of them reject the destiny that’s expected of them.
Ok, you still with me? Because what I’m doing here is setting up why these two are star-crossed lovers in either/both quadrants.
It’s a little sad that they never get the chance to become kismesis in canon, because not only do they get under eachother’s skin but they are so cat-and-mouse about it. Like, granted I have my issues with Pesterquest but their duel in that is so good. Eridan just casually calling him up, knowing he’s being an ass. Sollux *answering and humoring him.* Eridan’s utter glee at their proposed battle. The way he gets to showboat (heh, boat) about it. The boy gets to VAMP! And Sollux purposely choosing not to to go hard enough to kill him. Come on. These guys are dancing, they’re honing their claws.
Oh and what’s that?? Eridan learning a valuable lesson? Sollux getting off his ass and doing something (that’s not self-destructive)? Oh my, could it be that their rivalry mutually benefits them?! Just look at what a stinky lump Sollux is in HS^2 *without* Eridan.
And then we get into the vacillating/flipping to flushed.
I won’t bore you too much, I can already hear the awards show music playing me off, but I think if there’s a universe where Eridan and Sollux exist post-Erisolsprite then it’s all over for these two losers, they can’t NOT date. Whether they like it or not, they’ve reached a level of intimacy beyond anything they’ve ever experienced. They know eachother’s truest selves, they’ve seen the very best and worst of each other. And hey, guess what they found? Someone who’s just like them and balances the other perfectly.
Mic drop. Book slam. THEY’RE IN LOVE, YOUR HONOR.
23 notes · View notes
lunatic-pudge · 1 year ago
Text
Medic SFW Alphabet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was supposed to be a Demo SWF alphabet, what happened to me? Just a small TW cause it's Medic and he's a morbid person
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)
Is an affectionate babe but not by much. He's usually so busy with work that it tends to slip his mind, and he's grown up not getting much love by his parents. People are usually too scared of him to know he's got a small affection bone in him. Will gladly give you lovins if you ask
B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
The type of best friend who you're constantly checking up on. Says some of the most batshit insane things and is running on a very thin line of either killing everybody around him, or himself. You gotta make sure he doesn't get arrest for his crimes against humanity. You gotta have some amount of insanity going on if you wanna be friends with him. But if you're on his level, then well, this ain't gonna end well :')
C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Does love cuddling but seems to never have time for it. Loves laying on top of you and hearing your heartbeat. Will let you lay on him if you want. His big boobily breasts are warm and very comfy and he's got them big strong arms to wrap around you to keep you safe
D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)
I can see it, but I can also see that he's dedicated so much of his life to his work, that he woudn't want to settle down. I view him as the eldest of the 9 mercs, even if he doesn't really look like it. So he's been through it. He's probably had lovers before but wasn't really able to commit like how they wanted him to. But if you're also a doctor, it might be easier for him to settle down cause you two can work together and such. I'd say he's pretty good at cooking, nothing extravagant about his cooking. He can be messy at times but is also a neat freak. Everything has a specific place and will get mad if it's not where it's supposed to be.
E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
All of his relationships have ended of his partners side. It's cause of how into his work he is. He takes the breakups pretty well. Usually just falls into his work even more.
F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Would love to get married someday. But it would take a while. It would take a good few years for him to feel ready to pop the question. If he wanted his partner to pop the question to him, he'd be sending them pics of rings he likes and casually talk about ring sizes. He's a spoiled princess
G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Gentle emotionally, not so much physically. Will try to be there for you as best as he can. Gives some pretty damn good advice. Physically though? Doesn't mean to be so rough. He's a feral animal. Tends to be a biter and a scratcher thinking that's a great way to show his love and appreciation
H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Loves a good hug or two, but only with certain people like you, Heavy, or Engie. He doesn't like when people touch him, people are gross. His hugs are very comfy. Again, boobily boobies are what your head will be resting against. Can give you the type of hugs where he lifts you off the ground and spins you around
I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)
Takes a while for him to say it. It takes a while for him to realize he has feelings for you. And he's used to his partners leaving him. So his first I love you is very special
J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Is horrifically jealous. Has a bad habit of becoming a little too obsessed with his s/o. Doesn't like seeing people get just a little too close to you. He's already looking this person up, gathering personal info on them, and will kidnap them and harvest their organs for his work.
K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
MESSY KISSES. MESSY KISSES. MESSY KISSES. Get's a little too excited to kiss you so he kinda slobbers on you by accident. Loves to kiss you on the top of you head and loves when you kiss him anywhere. Spit in his mouth plz
L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)
Kids don't like Medic and Medic don't like kids. Kids are terrified of doctors so there ya go. Medic stikes me as someone who got a vasectomy when he was younger cause he knew he absolutely did not want kids. Take a lesson from him, Spy >:( So he tends to avoid being around kids as much as he can.
M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He's like Sniper where he's up super early and goes to be super late. He's actually quite the morning bird. Will be up way before you. Breakfast and coffee already made. He'd be like a housewife and have your clothes out and ready and luch packed for you when you go to work. Leaves cute little notes in your lunch for you to read, probably has some dad joke in it too
N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)
You'll never see this man sleep. He gets four hours sleep max. He's always on the clock with being the only doctor of the team. And he likes to be up at odd hours of the night, running some weird experiment. He's a restless soul
O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)
Takes a bit for him to open up. Loves telling stories of his childhood. Will not talk about what he was doing in the 40's for obvious reasons. Prefers to learn more about you rather than talk about himself
P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Tries to be patient but sometimes his anger can get the better of him, especially if you do something you're not supposed to do. I TELEPORTED BREAD! But he's a grown man and will apologized for being mad
Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Scarily accurate memory, especially about your person. If you let him cut you open, he will spend agonizingly long hours memorizing every single detail of you organs. Shape, size, colors. Will memorize even little details like where moles and freckles are, or how you have a slight tooth gap. Werid but cute shit, ya know?
R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
It was the first time you let him cut you open. He offered to put you under so you didn't have to be awake for it. He spent that whole day learning every little detail of your person. Taking organs out to truly observe them. Being way more delicate with you and your organs than he has with anyone else. Once he was done, he made sure you were healed back up. He'll sit with you while you recover from being put under if you were. Giving you food, drinks, and lots of lovins.
S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Very protective. It goes with his obsessivness. Is ready to kill and die for you at any given moment. Just give him to okay and he's attacking someone for you
T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)
Sometimes he gets so into his work, he'll forget what day it is. If he forgets a birthday or anniversary, he feels HORRIBLE. Will take you out to a fancy restaurant and spoil the hell out of you. Can surprisingly be romantic.
U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
The poor thing is so mentally unwell and definitely has been through some traumatic shit and he doesn't cope with it well. Choosing to become obsessed with his work and further his delusions of being a god. You need to help ground him back into reality plz
V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Only midly concern. He know he's handsome and a bad bitch. So he does try to keep up with his looks. Usually is too busy being needed by everyone to really do much with his looks, that's okay though
W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Kinda? He's weird and flip flops between wanting to sew you two together, and being able to handle not being around you constantly. Will call and spend hours with you on the phone cause he do be loving you
X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)
Loves music, no matter the genre. Would've became a musician but his loves for medicine and pressure from his parents meant putting music on the back burning, which sucks cause he's very talented. His favorites are the piano, violin, and cello. Yes, he owns all three and they stay in his private quarters. Likes to play his intruments on his spare time. Would be the type to release music under an alias and no one would ever know it was him
Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He's very picky with the people he dates. He's not an opposites attract kinda person. He wants someone who he has common ground with. Someone who's completly fine with a phychotic shit he's into
Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Horrible sleep habit. Never sleeps. Definitely someone who gets restless leg syndrome. If he's doing something, he has to finish it before going to bed or he genuinely won't be able to sleep
77 notes · View notes
ccoffii · 10 months ago
Text
Eleceed Redeisgns
Don’t get the wrong idea I’m not trying to fix anything (despite my issues with 75% of the bestie crew having the same hairstyle) ZHENA-nim art did really well on this series and I can definitely see her improvements!!
I find redesigning characters I like as a good exercise for me since I’m trying to practice my character design skills! I’ve also added headcannons so strap in.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
First victim, istg he doesn’t even look like the same person lol.
- gave him the :3 mouth bc he has the little shit potential especially after wrapping everyone around his finger
- Longer hair comes from the hc that he is the kind of person who would hide behind it and to match his dads
- changed his hair to brown bc the blond colour blended with his skin too much (helps with contrast)
- The bag is to help him carry cats and more cat food
- Oversized clothes to wallow in, also to hide himself or something
- While Jiwoo and Kayden are implied to wear the same size clothing I still think Jiwoo’s clothes would be tight on Kayden
- It helps Kayden learn about Jiwoo as a person since he would question why his clothes were so ill fitting on him
- Colour palette was hard af, but I mostly went with warmer colours and added blue as an accent so he could match Kayden
- As u can tell the only thing that fits him perfectly is the school uniform, even then he likes to size up the blazer
- His bag would start with no buttons and over time more would be added based on where he’s been and the friends he makes
- Glasses are up for debate but they look nice on him
- gave him more down turned eyes so he could resemble Kang Daniel a little more
Tumblr media Tumblr media
barely changed, basically the outfit was the only thing to go
- He looks like the kind of kid that would wear headphones all day
- His glasses fucked off to somewhere and I brought brought them back THEY R HERE TO STAY
- The dress shirt in his casual outfit is the same one from his uniform
- Bc of his upbringing with the doctor guy I would think he doesn’t have that many clothes to begin with and sees little point in getting more
- Ofc that will change later with his friends
- His name tag says his last name is Park but he doesn’t rlly have one and the wiki says so too, so it’s just something he had to give the school or somethin
- More lanky build? Basically a bean pole.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Again who the fuck is this
- gave him his melanin back, like all of it
- He seems more the varsity jacket type guy than Wooin
- Hair is based off Yeonjun’s lover loser era
- Tried to give him that international student type of beat vibe bc his sister is the big boss of the SK awakener scene
- i feel like with this hairstyle it’s easier to imagine him with black hair but I digress
- His jacket starts off with no patches and they’re slowly added on when he spends time with the bestie crew
Tumblr media Tumblr media
MY GIRLIE!!
- Changed her uniform to be more fancy based off of the reaction of other students in Jiwoo’s school, the pendant on her bow is her own addition.
- No respectable Gen Z wears ripped skinny jeans… Controversial
- a converse girlie for sure
- Her hair is kinda based off the Mafuyu White Day card, either way she has to give gender
- Are they called arm warmers? They give her an interesting silhouette and very distinguishable from the guys
- Alternatively she wears a turtle neck and a sweater/large T-Shirt when it’s too cold + arm warmers just cause
Some other stuff:
- yes, all the redesigns will eventually include some element of blue like Jiwoo to help connect them and signify how close they are
- a lot of them were made with a go out shopping episode in mind to help us learn more about them
- maybe I’ll write a fic but finals r chasing my ass rn so eventually
31 notes · View notes
floppydiskettess · 2 years ago
Text
YORU SFW ALPHABET
a/n: hi nobody requested this but i have been reading those alphabet fics and i was so sad to find out that there were none (sfw) for yoru!!!! i figured i would make my own (maybe cypher next-)
Tumblr media
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
acts of service! he is not the best at words and worries he will say something wrong...so it is much easier for him to do tasks for you to show you that he cares.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
you would have a friendship similar to his with jett and phoenix! the only difference is the two of them notice you and yoru hanging out much more outside of their friend gatherings...
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
he really likes cuddles but only in certain settings...if you are in bed or if you are lounging on a couch or chair. he doesn't really enjoy standing up cuddles? he would mostly be big spoon (to keep his pride) but he really enjoys being small spoon. being held comforts him a lot. he loves to bury his head into the back of your shoulder or your chest.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
house husband bro...im telling you. this man will cook, clean, everything. he isn't the best at words, so doing things for his lover is a much better way for him to show his affection.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
he would probably try to be gentle, but come off as harsh. he really isn't good with his words.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
he probably never thought about it before, heck he probably didn't expect anyone to love him. if someone brought it up though he would probably SPIRAL. like shit do i marry them? what would life be like? do they want me..??. If you wanted to commit to each other, he would be thrilled. If not, thats alright too! As long as he has you by his side.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
despite being the "badboy" agent, you bring out the gentle side to him. he won't act like it around others or with anyone else though. but he is very gentle and caring in private towards you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
he really doesn't like PDA but in private he is all for hugs! he loves sleepy cuddles and casually slinging an arm around your waist or shoulders when your sitting together. he is definitely touch starved...his hugs are suprisingly soft. physical touch makes him vulnerable and emotional. he probably would tense up at the beginning (not out of discomfort, out of suprise.) but slowly grow fond of it.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
he would accidentally say it. it would just slip out in the moment. he would have been trying to keep it in, scared of seeming too eager. but in one moment all he can think about is how much he loves you. after he knows it is reciprocated, he will be saying it a lot.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
oh this man in JEALOUS..he absolutely hates when chamber flirts with you, he cannot stand it. you probably have to hold him back from soing something he regrets...
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
he loves kissing wherever he can reach. if you're cuddling? he is planting soft kisses to the back of your shoulder and neck. anywhere else though he enjoys (giving and recieving!) a simple kiss on the lips, cheek, or forehead. he is very gentle with you, but if you are in public and chamber is around however? he won't hesitate to roughly kiss you to get him to back off.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
he is probably uncomfortable at first, but ince he adjusts he is a big softie. he usually scares the children away but if they are not scared it makes him feel really happy inside. he definitely loves to play with them and does magic tricks using his rifts.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
extremely soft, like tooth rottingly sweet. morning with him are the best, he is clingy in the morning and will be buried in your chest. expect lots of kisses, cuddles, and sweet whispers. but don't mention this to the other agents though, he does have a reputation to keep up after all.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
quiet but loving! similar to mornings but he is much less outwardly affectionate. he will try to sneakily attempt to get physical affection (he doesn't want to admit he wants it.). when you decide to wind down for the night, he will lay down next to you and hold you gently. (its just because its cold, trust...)
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
it would take him a while, he is a pretty guarded person after all. but once he knows he can trust you he will quickly open up to you one thing at a time.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
depends the situation...with you? rarely. he has never gotten genuinly mad at you. with chamber or some of the other agents? ehh....he isn't the most patient with them. he definitely won't hesitate to make snippy comments towards them if they really deserve it..
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
lets be honest, he probably will forget quite a bit. but if in passing he remembers a small thing you said he will be delighted to see your pleased reaction.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
your first mission together. he truly got to admire your skills and was wntranced by your abilities.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
he is protective as all hell. you are rarely put on a mission without him due to it. what if you were hurt and nobody was around?? if you were on a mission without him he would be anxiously pacing the whole time. he would lock himself in your room and worry that you were lying on the ground injured somewhere...due to this behaviour sage began insisting to brimstone that he is put on the same missions mostly, otherwise he would drive himself crazy.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he would put a lot of effort in, but if you were to confront him about it he would deny everything. he doesn't want you to know how much he cares for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
his ego (obviously.). sometimes when he is feeding his ego, he may say something that brings you or other people down unknowingly. but if you tell him about it he will immediately feel bad and apologize. he has no intention to hurt you, he just sometimes doesn't watch what he says..
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
he cares a LOT. he is definitely the type to preen himself when he recieves a compliment. he has a big ego LOL. he absolutely adores getting compliments from you, it fuels his ego a little but he always feels a warm feeling when recieving a genuine compliment
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
he was always used to being alone before he met you, but ever since you came he has grown dependent on having someone close to him regularly. if he lost you...he wouldnt know if he could handle being alone once again..
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
he definitely had a small crush on phoenix at some point, he absolutely hates that he did. you definitely tease him about it LOL
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
arrogant people...he may have a big ego but he cannot stand when people berate others.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
he sometimes accidentally opens a rift in his sleep, he also definitely sleep swears.
Tumblr media
as always tysm for reading!!! the amount of support on these is mindboggling omg :))!!! (ps, im working on some requests rn 👍)
133 notes · View notes
resident-gay-bitch · 11 months ago
Note
Remus
Best places to kiss on their body
Guilty pleasures
What gets them flustered
Ingrained habits/forces of habit
People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them
Turning points in their life
Oh hello there again :)))
I love the difference in answers between your two asks because I got all dark and broody about sirius and then I’m just like remu 😋
His. Scars. He’s very insecure about them obviously and so when he gets kissed on his scars he automatically falls in love and is absolutely DONE FOR. it makes him cry too, he just feels so loved, for ALL of him.
A cheeky guilty pleasure for him is a big block of chocolate, a good cup of piping hot tea, and a smutty romance book. He’ll curl up in the winter and read that shit so fast and won’t tell a SOUL what he’s reading about… maybe Lily, because Lily would absolutely join him and they’d both giggle about it together. But one that’s not so good, that he feels a little more guilty about, is smoking. Lily and Mary constantly tell him how gross it is and how bad for him it is and how it’s gonna make him sick but he just can’t help it. It calms him. Temporarily.
Remus is SO easy to fluster, he’s just an absolute loser so any attention he gets is well received. Of course the scar kissing makes another appearance here, because obviously he’d get flustered about his scars being dubbed beautiful and kissable. But just any kind of flirting or sexual insinuation. And also, sirius blacks infamous grin. Right from age 11, it always gets him red in the cheeks and giggling, tripping over his own feet and stuttering.
Cigarettes can make another appearance for forces of habit. Another not so good one is doing things he knows he shouldn’t. He’s very good at not listening to people when they tell him no and also ignoring his own conscience. Sometimes he just wants something so bad he’ll go through shitty things to get to it, even if it makes him feel terrible throughout and after.
Given they were in the midst of a war, I think he would have killed a few people. I think he feels moderately bad about it. Because obviously it’s a human life, and also what if they had lovers and families and children, but at the same time they’re death eaters and terrible people. James would get terrible guilt about killing and only do it when absolutely necessary, and it would eat him alive, so when Remus sees James reacting like that he begins to feel awful for not feeling the same way, and that’s what really gets to him. He thinks he’s the awful monster he’s fought so hard not to be. But casually he’ll hurt people sometimes, he might bonk Lily on the head when getting a book from the high shelf, or he might be roughhousing with James and slam a bony elbow into his ribs, or he might be drunk and dancing with Sirius and trip and send them both crashing into a table. No matter what, if it’s a friend or just a regular person that he hurts, he feels awful about it. If they cry he gets so distressed, if they’re bruised he’ll feel like a monster for putting it there, if they need a trip to the hospital wing (even for a tiny bandaid) he’ll help them get there and stress over them until madame pomfy bonks him on the head with her wand and tells him it was an accident and they’re fine. He really struggles with that because of his lycanthropy.
There are obviously a few big turning points, like when he was bit as a kid, when he started at Hogwarts, through the prank, fighting in the war, Halloween of 81 and blah blah blah. They all had very big impacts on him, obviously. But one that I like to think about is Remus second Christmas after starting school. Right before the break, him and all his friends (the marauders and the girls) awkwardly got together and exchanged Christmas cards. Remus was nervous about his own because of his terrible hand writing, and he packed a chocolate frog in each of them because it was all he could really afford. He watched some of his friends give out gifts (like James to everyone, and the girls all to eachother). But it was when Lily and sirius both gave remus neatly wrapped gifts, both of them coincidentally a little stack of books hed been wanting to read, and chocolate, did he feel seen. Like they actually valued him as a person and listened to his wants. Luckily they both bought him different books, but lilys gift also came with a stamp with his name on it so he could mark his books as his own, and sirius’ came with a hand made bookmark he’d painted himself. Them, along with James gift of a new cosy sweater, and Peter’s gift of sweets and some gobstones, did remus feel like he really had a place here with his friends and that there was something to value in his person. And then also when the marauders became anamagi Remus silently cried himself to sleep that night because even when they knew the worst parts of him they still loved him and wanted to make him happy. He was destroyed for the better.
Anywhoooooo, I really like insecure remus who is just so baffled to have found kind people who actually enjoy his company and make him feel like more than enough and more than the wolf.
Thank you again for the ask!!!! Have a wonderful day / night / morning / whatever it is you’re doing!! <33
25 notes · View notes