#for beanie and moony

[plushie-lovey]

Today's thrift haul (pay no mind to Ben in the background, he's resting). Ik I said I don't really have room in my collection for more plush but tbf I didn't go to goodwill purposley looking for plushies. It just so happens that somebody donated a part of/all of their webkinz collection and me being obsessed with them, could not resist. Dw tho, I did leave some friends behind for others to find

The otter has 2 magic W's

[otacringe]

cool girls love me for my "previously the world's most annoying person" swag

[sun-kissy]

chocolate-coated hearts | r.l. (part 3)

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barista!remus x shy!reader

You smoothen the ruffles on your dress, twirling this way and that. One last glance at the mirror was spent convincing yourself you looked fine before you finally stepped out of your apartment.

The wind blew your hair back as you walked, the click-clack of your boots on the pavement mirroring the thumping of your heart. It was loud and fast, so much so that you wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bomb waiting to explode in you.

The barista, Remus — possibly the loveliest human being on earth, had invited you to a poetry reading at Beanie’s. He scribbled down his number onto your coffee cup too, which had to have meant something.

The nerves were starting to get the better of you, your heart climbing its way up your throat as you neared the café. 

This was the first time you so desperately wished that you hadn’t majored in literature, that you didn’t feel the impact of words as deeply as you did. A poetry reading would definitely trigger the part of you which didn’t shut up once uncorked, and you were praying you didn’t mess this whole thing up with your tendency to ramble.

Beanie’s was always crowded, but as you pushed the door open, the largeness of the mob was startlingly obvious. You couldn’t help but think it looked more like a fish market than a café, feeling skin against skin as you pushed past people.

There was a small stage set up at the corner, fairy lights strung above it. At the moment, there was a teenage girl timidly reciting something from a scrunched up piece of paper. You paid her no heed, craning your neck to find Remus.

Just then, an arm wrapped around your waist and you yelp, head swivelling to come face to face with Madison. “Hi, gorgeous.”

You sigh, feeling the tension leave your shoulders as she gives you a peck on the cheek. Of course, she came. Your best friend wouldn’t shut up for hours after you told her Remus had given you his number. “Hey.”

“Where is he?” she asks immediately, trying to follow your line of vision.

You shrug, eyes darting around till you spot someone’s gaze trained on you from across the café. It’s not Remus, by any means. But he’s undeniably attractive, long black curls and tattoos all over. Once you finally meet his eyes, he grins and wriggles his eyebrows. Who the fuck —

Just then, Remus sticks his head out from behind the stranger and beams at you, giving you a wave. You immediately shift your gaze to him, your heart feeling like it can’t decide whether it wants to be in your throat or chest.

A small smile makes its way onto your face as you wave back, trying to shove your way over to him with Madison on your heels. 

“And now, we’ve got Remus Lupin, with The Bell Jar by Sylvia… um… Plait? Plaque! Sylvia Plaque!” a waiter suddenly squeaks into the microphone before scurrying off stage. You pause in your movements, Remus giving you an almost apologetic smile before he climbs up.

“Hello,” he tests the microphone, his lips curving upwards as some members in the crowd cheer. You notice that the black-haired man from earlier seemed particularly enthusiastic, yelling “Go, Moony!” and sticking his fingers in his mouth to whistle.

You train your vision back on Remus as he starts to speak. “So, this isn’t exactly a poem,” he starts. “It’s an excerpt from one of my favourite books. And it really resonated with me, so I’d like to share it with you.”

You listen silently, anticipating whatever he was going to say next. It was alarming how much this mattered to you, that he had good choices in stories and poems and words. Because how were you to fall in love with a man who didn’t feel lingo as deafeningly as he felt the beat of his heart? He wouldn’t be able to understand you; you were sure, if he couldn’t listen to the silent pleas of scribbles on pages. You conversed like a book, like you were begging to be understood and silently guarded in the heart of one’s brain – and you only hoped that there was someone out there willing to peruse scripture after scripture till he memorised the language of your lips. Right now, you were really wishing that someone was the gorgeous man in front of you.

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story…”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his soliloquy. You don’t just hear his speech, but you listen. You listen to the ache that seeps into his voice, the silent rasp of air leaving his lips as he stresses on words he deems important, the sheer longing etched in every word. And you couldn’t see it, but you could feel his gaze on you, you could feel the string connecting his heart straight to yours.

“...they plopped to the ground beneath my feet,” he finishes. A slow, somewhat hesitant round of applause sounds in the café.

You open your eyes, unsurprised to find them misty. You bring your fingers to your cheeks and swipe the tears away. Madison was gripping one of your hands, squeezing it. The both of you were used to this, your onslaught of tears whenever you felt a little too hard. 

You watch as Remus steps off the stage, disappearing into the sea of people. Someone else climbs up, and you zone out, getting lost in your thoughts once more.

“Hey.” You blink, looking up to see Remus in front of you now, his pretty face scrunched up a bit in worry. “Hey, Y/n. You okay? Saw you getting a little emotional just now.”

Madison makes a small squeal of excitement, and Remus flashes her a small smile before turning back to you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

A teary chuckle bubbles out of you, “Sorry, yeah, I’m all good. It’s just – that was really something. It hurt in the best way. You have great taste, you know.”

He softens at your confession, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. “Thank you. And I get it, I couldn’t stop crying for almost an hour when I first read it.”

You let out a real laugh at the thought of that, and his smile breaks into a grin. He reaches forward, and you barely have a moment to comprehend it before he’s wiping away the tears on your cheeks. You really hope he can’t feel the heat emanating from your skin, or hear the giggles from beside you.

You make it a point to shoot Madison a dirty look as he pulls his hand away. “On another note,” he starts, and you can hear his slight cockiness at having you all flustered, “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Of course –” you meant to say that you’d cleared your schedule to be able to make it, but the words die on your tongue as he whips a rose stalk out from behind his back and holds it out for you.

You stare up at him blankly, feeling your heartbeat growing more erratic by the second. “A small thank you for attending.”

“You give it to all the customers, then?”

“No. Just the prettiest one.”

You press a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from gasping, and shakily reach out to take the flower from him. Twisting it in your fingers, you feel your heart start to turn to mush – he had cut off all the thorns on the stalk.

“Thank you.”

He grins, and it’s more endearing than the rose between your fingers. A sideway glance at your best friend tells you she’s at the edge of combusting into giggles and swoons.

“Hello, lovely ladies.”

Your gaze shifts to the right of Remus to see that man, the good-looking one who had been staring at you from afar. You arch an eyebrow, but Madison matches his energy. “Hey, handsome.”

His eyes linger on you. “You’re Y/n, I assume. Moony – Remus has told me all about you.” Your heart does a backflip and you glance at Remus, only to find him already smiling at you.

“But you,” he turns to your best friend, his thoughtful expression morphing into a grin. “Who might you be?”

“Madison.”

“Madison,” he drawls. “Sirius.”

You watch as Sirius compliments her dress, and she turns a red so deep it could rival how you had been minutes ago. And you smile, because you knew she’d been belittling herself over her appearance with the baby bump.

Remus silently tugs on your hand, steering you away from them. He glances over at the two of them again, grinning. “Sorry about Sirius. The asshole can be such a flirt.”

You huff out a laugh. “No, it’s quite alright. Madison’s quite the lovergirl herself, and god knows she needs this after her previous relationship.”

He nods understandingly, and a silence settles over the two of you. “I’m glad you came. You know, studying literature and stuff, I thought you’d like it.”

“I’m glad I came too. But I’m sorry you had to see me like –” you chuckle nervously, doing a jazz hands in front of your face, “like this, tears and all.”

His curls bounce as he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. You couldn’t help but think that all the creative evocations you’ve ever read fell short in comparison to the depth of his eyes. “That’s nothing to apologise for, sweet girl. You look just as lovely even when you’re crying.”

You pull your lip between your teeth to stop the smile from spreading across your face, feeling your heart do a somersault in your chest.

“Babe –” Madison comes over, out of breath. “Can we leave? I still haven’t gotten the groceries for tonight. And you’re helping me with dinner.”

You glance over her shoulder to see Sirius watching her with hearts in his eyes, and you let out a soft snicker when you see tints of Madison’s maroon lipstick on his cheek. “Okay.”

Madison starts pulling you towards the exit. You cast a glance at Remus, smiling and waving.

“Y/n!” Remus calls out, and you tug on Madison’s fingers to get her to stop.

“Yeah?”

“How else would you like me to see you?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He chuckles. “You said you didn’t want me to see you like this, in tears. How else – where else can I see you, sweetness?”

Your heart jolts at his obvious attempts at flirting, and how easily it was working.

“Tammy’s Bookstore,” you almost mumble, shyness flooding into your voice. “8pm to 12am shift.”

Remus seems to have gotten the answer he wanted. “Cool. I’ll see you there sometime.”

You turn around before he can see how pink you’ve turned, urging Madison out the shop.

“And sweetheart? Use the phone number.”

a/n: okay so i had a lot of fun with this part!! but i'd love to hear feedback, if you think maybe i'm sidetracking or you have any ideas for the next part <3 also the excerpt mentioned is about how we can't take every opportunity we wish we could in our short life, and it's from the bell jar by Sylvia Plath. agonisingly beautiful, hits you right in the feels!! here it is if you're interested :)

[makesims]

Carnation Knit Beanie - Pride 2024

Part 1/2 of my pride CC for 2024! Now, I know what you're thinking; "But Moony, didn't you already make a beanie in 2019?" (That's a joke, but if you do remember that ily <3). And I did! But that was 5 years ago (time is scary) and it's just... not good. There's only a couple of swatches and other people have made pride recolors of that same beanie in much more comprehensive ways since then. But I wanted another beanie! I love beanies! So here's a beanie in 23 swatches!

Download + more info under the cut.

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Pride flags included: original rainbow, Philadelphia rainbow, 2023 progress flag, 2 spirit, Achillean, aroace, aromantic, asexual, demiromantic, demisexual, Sapphic, genderqueer, gay men, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, non-binary, pansexual, polysexual, genderfluid, intersex, omnisexual, agender.

[lupinsweater]

If The Fates Allow

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader 🎁 1.9k words

←part one part three →

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Christmas at Hogwarts was always beautiful.

Watching the castle transform into a winter wonderland for the holidays was one of Remus’s favorite things. The garland strung throughout the halls, the warm smell of gingerbread wafting from the kitchens, the suits of armor donned in knit beanies (although that was thanks to him and his friends- a longstanding tradition, ever since the boys learned you could knit), and the magnificent Christmas trees in the Great Hall.

The beauty was hard to appreciate, though, when he had to spend the holidays alone.

It had happened a few times, over the years- in his first year, Remus spent much of the holidays in the hospital wing, recovering from a particularly brutal full moon. In his second year, only Sirius had stayed behind, trying to escape the abuse at his home. The last few years, he had been able to spend Christmas back at home, with his family and with you. The full moon had landed a few days before or after Christmas, those years, so he’d been able to take a vacation (albeit a short one), and it was wonderful. Last year, all of his friends had stayed back to spend the holidays at the castle. Everyone said it was because they were swarmed with coursework as they studied for their OWLs, but Remus knew the truth, and he was grateful for it.

Why did this year have to be different?

Remus understood- of course he did, and he felt guilty for being so selfish about it. James was going home to be with his parents, who were getting on in age, and Sirius had followed, because Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were just as much his parents as James’ at this point. Peter was going home too, claiming his mother was throwing some sort of stuffy Christmas party he had to attend. Remus secretly thought it was just so he wouldn’t have to be alone with him for the holidays, although he didn’t say anything. But he felt the most heartache at the thought of being away from you during the holidays.

The two of you had always been close friends- best friends - but lately, things had felt…different. As the full moon approached every month, he felt more and more clingy. Remus couldn’t stand the thought of not having you around; even classes without you were miserable. It was completely embarrassing and ridiculously hard to conceal, but he thought he was doing an okay job of controlling it- if you had noticed anything, anyways, you hadn’t mentioned it.

When you had come to him at the beginning of the month with a somber look, he knew. You explained gently that your parents wanted to take you up into the city to see some cousins you hardly had the chance to see. How could he tell you not to go, when your family was involved? He’d sworn up and down that it was okay, and that he was fine, but the way you watched him made it clear that you knew he was lying.

The day that the Hogwarts Express arrived at Hogsmeade to take students going home for the holidays was chilly and dreary. Everyone was bundled in their thick cloaks and scarves, and there was excitement in the air. Remus thought the weather outside was a reflection of his mood. He walked behind the other Marauders to the carriages- they were laughing merrily at some joke Sirius had just made. You trailed behind them with Remus, your arm linked with his. Your hair was covered in snowflakes, and you huddled closer to him for warmth- the clinginess from the wolf was incredibly pleased at this.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked him as you approached the loading spot. Your eyes were filled with worry.

“I’m sure. Go. Be with your family,” Remus urged, his voice set. He was afraid if he met your gaze he would crumble.

“I’ll owl you!” You promised, hugging him fleetingly before climbing into the carriage. Sirius winked at him from behind your back as they approached.

“Sorry we can’t be with you, Moony,” James said seriously, looking downcast. James had begged Professor Dumbledore to let Remus go home a few days late, but he couldn’t be persuaded this year. Remus had assured them that it was fine, not wanting them to make a fuss on his behalf.

“It’s okay,” Remus said, giving them what he hoped was a convincing smile.

“Boys! It’s leaving!” You called from the carriage as it slowly began to move. The Marauders quickly scrambled into the carriage with you, waving cheerfully at Remus as it began to head down the trail. He could see your face pressed against the glass, and you waved at him before one of the boys tugged on your arm, and you turned away.

He stood there until the carriage disappeared from sight, the loneliness sinking in as you faded into the snowy horizon. He sighed heavily, and turned back to the castle.

The full moon rose high on Christmas Eve, bathing the castle in a misty silver light. While the rest of the world celebrated, Remus transformed alone in the Shrieking Shack.

Christmas morning came in a blur of exhaustion and pain. Remus woke in the hospital wing, sunlight streaming in through the windows and warming the blankets draped over him. He blinked groggily, the all too familiar ache of transformation still pulsing through his limbs. As he came to, he was suddenly aware of a presence sitting beside him, holding his hand and brushing soothing circles over his skin with their thumb.

He swore he was dreaming when he saw you.

You were sitting beside his bed, eyebrows furrowed as you read some book you’d borrowed from the library. There were two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on his bedside table, and you reached over to grab the one closest to you, not looking up from your book. You grumbled when you couldn’t find the handle, looking over towards the table but freezing when you saw him watching you.

“You’re awake,” you said, smiling softly at him and squeezing his hand. He couldn’t do anything but stare lamely back, his pulse pounding in his ears. “Merry Christmas.”

“You…huh?” Remus said, shaking his head as if to bring himself back to reality. You were still there, laughing at him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you left!” he said, sitting up fully. You let go of his hand as he moved, and he was half tempted to snatch it back into his. His fingers twitched, but he held back, watching as you carefully bookmarked your page and set the book on the floor.

“My parents brought me back this morning,” you said, bringing your mug of hot chocolate to your mouth and taking a slow sip. Remus’s mind was still reeling in disbelief. He frowned as you reached for the second mug, holding it up to him. He pushed it away, grabbing your wrist.

“Why? Why would you come back?” he said, his voice breaking slightly. You tilted your head, as though the answer should be obvious.

“Because you shouldn’t have to spend Christmas alone, Remus,” you said simply.

His throat tightened, and he withdrew his hand from your wrist, clenching his fists as he looked away. “You shouldn’t have to do that. You should be with your family.”

“I am with family,” you said firmly, and the words made his chest ache.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You watched him carefully as he reached over and took a sip from the mug you offered him. Your lips twitched as you held back a smile.

“I brought you something,” you said finally, breaking the silence.

Remus looked over at you finally, his brows furrowing. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you said, reaching beneath you and pulling a small parcel out from underneath the bed. It was wrapped in simple brown paper, tied with a shiny red ribbon. You handed it to him, your eyes warm and searching.

Remus hesitated for a moment before carefully unwrapping the gift, his fingers trembling slightly. Inside, nestled carefully in paper, was a leather-bound scrapbook, the cover embossed with a crescent moon.

He opened it to the first page, and his breath caught.

A photograph of two toddlers stared back at him, one with blond hair tugging fiercely at a toy while the other, in a frilly little dress, refused to let go.

“That was the day your mum nearly banned me from coming over,” you said, laughing softly.

Remus let out a soft chuckle, flipping to the next page. It was a photo of the two of you, grinning cheesily at the camera with matching gaps in your teeth. You must have been about 7.

“I think my mum took that one after we lost those teeth the same day,” you said.

“Didn’t you tug yours out, even though it wasn’t ready, because you wanted to be twins?” Remus said, finally giving in to his smile.

“That’s not important,” you said, making him laugh. “Look at the next page.”

He gasped at the next photo. It was two of you, at age 10, having that flour fight in the kitchen on Christmas Eve. He watched as clouds of flour whizzed back and forth across the page.

“I can’t believe she caught this on camera!” Remus exclaimed, looking over at you with excitement.

“She said we were too loud to ignore,” you laughed.

Page after page was filled with memories. The two of you at eleven, standing on Platform 9 ¾, looking anxious but excited. At 13, both of you awkward and gangly, wearing matching beanies and smiling so brightly it was almost blinding.

Remus’s fingers brushed each picture as though afraid they might disappear.

When he reached the end, he frowned. “There are empty pages,” he said, glancing up at you

“There are,” you said, reaching below you again and pulling out a polaroid camera. “For all the memories we haven’t made yet.”

He looked at you, his heart aching in a way he couldn’t quite describe. “This is incredible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.” His lip trembled, and he turned his face away, but you didn’t let him hide. Shifting closer, you reached out and gently brushed away the tear that slid down his cheek.

“Hey,” you said softly, your voice full of warmth. “No crying on Christmas.”

He let out a choked laugh, but his smile shone through. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.

“Yeah, but you love me, anyways,” you said, grinning at him warmly. You reached into your lap, lifting the camera.

“Let’s add another one.”

He frowned, glancing down at himself. “Now? I look terrible.”

“You look like you,” you said simply, holding the camera up.

He gave a small, shaky laugh and leaned in as you positioned the camera in front of the two of you. His head rested lightly against yours, his eyes still glassy but filled with something softer—gratitude, affection, hope.

You slid the photo into an empty sleeve, your movements careful and deliberate.

“There,” you said, closing the book. “One more for the collection.”

Remus stared at you, his chest tight with emotion. “You stayed,” he said finally, his voice breaking.

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. “Of course I stayed,” you said, your tone soft but firm. “I’ll always stay, Remus.”

He laughed, a broken sound that was more relief than joy, and when he looked at you again, his smile was small but genuine.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Merry Christmas, Remus,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth.

And for the first time in a long time, he truly believed it could be.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 — 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.2k

𝙖/𝙣: happy anniversary!! this happens 6 months after alien 🥺

𝙩/𝙬: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: han

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“There’s tons of side effects once you come to Earth. A lot of them will be things you don’t expect, but a lot of our people have reported that the side effects received on Earth only get stronger once they come back.”

I glanced down at my hand, where I held a small device, unbeknownst to our crew leader. I’m so curious as to what these side effects are, but I hope they aren’t bad. 

If they’re good, maybe it’s best they stay. 

Jisung awoke with a gasp, clutching his chest as he recovered from the momentary shock he got from his dream.  

His heart ached. He missed Earth, but perhaps the side effects stayed? Hannie tried to grasp onto the memory, gripping his antennas and thinking hard. 

Everyone had been dull for a while. If the side effects had gotten stronger, maybe this was the way to lighten the mood. They were trying to heal, after all. 

Jisung yawned and headed to the kitchen, where Minho was busy cooking up breakfast for the crew. Hannie was aware of the amount of stress the older was under, having to take care of all of them along with Chan. He knew it wasn’t easy. 

He leaned against the counter, instinctively reaching for his cat ear beanie as Minho smoothed his hair out. 

Hannie had the sudden urge to cuddle the cat. So he did. Walking over to the older, he snuck his arms around Minho and under his shirt, he wrapped his arms around his waist. 

Poor Min, however, didn’t expect it to tickle quite as much as it did then. “AAH!!” He shrieked as Jisung poked his belly button playfully. 

Cat ears drooped, and Minho grappled as Jisung’s wrists as ten fingers stuck to his bare tummy and vibrated into the skin nonchalantly. “Jihihisung!! Stohohop thahahahat!!” He shrieked. 

Jisung shrugged, a “hmph.” leaving his lips as he moved to the kitten’s ribs instead, and Minho crumpled to the floor in a fit of laughter. 

“Awwwhhh…you made it easier for me.” Jisung pouted mockingly, straddling his hips sneakily. 

“Pleheheheheaseee!!” 

“No.” Jisung smiled sweetly. “I’m in a ler mood, and you’re my lee, so you suffer. How about that?” He threatened. 

Minho’s face turned crimson red at Jisung’s sudden demeanor. It was startling, but he certainly didn’t hate it. 

“You’re blushing, cuteee~” Jisung squeezed his cheeks gently, moving one hand to Min’s ear and tickling the outer edge gently. 

A high-pitched mewl escapes him. Jisung’s eyes widened and Minho slammed two hands over his mouth, face beet red. 

“What was that?” A slow, menacing grin spreads across Hannie’s face. 

“N-Nothing….!” Came poor Minho’s flustered reply, muffled by his hands. Jisung tried to run his nails along the older’s ear again, but Minho immediately gripped his hands with his own, a small, nervous giggle bubbling from his lips. 

“You’re shy now?” Jisung scoffed teasingly, ripping his hands from Lino’s grip and yanking both of the alien’s wrists above his head with newfound strength. Minho gasped as Hannie managed to hold both of his arms steadfast above his head with one hand, barely any power into it. 

Min was squirming with quiet whimpers as Jiusng continued small movements with his fingers along the trembling cat ears. 

“Does it tickle, baby?~” Hannie whispered teasingly into Minho’s ear, causing the boy’s nose to scrunch up in a wide smile. 

“Yehess!! Nohow please lehet go!!” He shrieked, suddenly stilling with a hysterical scream when Hanji’s fingers moved to his ribs, pressing into the bones roughly with a vigor. 

Minho thrashed, kicking out from behind Han as the younger continued to press kisses to his ear and whisper silly teases into it. “Tickle tickle tiiiicklleee hyung~” 

Minho’s voice was high pitched with happiness as Ji moved to his tummy instead. “NOHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAGH SHIHIHIT!!”

“No swearing~” Followed by a ticklish raspberry onto the edge of the kitten’s ear. 

Minho met with Jisung’s eyes, and suddenly a bright flash flowed through the boy’s eyes. 

Jisung let out a loud cry, falling backwards off of the now increasingly worried older, who was still giggling in tiny. 

“Hannie…Jisung, what happened?” Min scrambled over to cup the quokka’s cheeks. 

“Owwww….”

“Did it hurt?” Minho paused, prying Jisung’s eyes open. Nothing seemed to be wrong. “Is something happening?” 

Jisung gasped, abruptly falling backwards again. Min’s eyes widened in worry. “What’s happening! Sungie, tell me….oh.”

Hannie held up his wrist, a glowing plant sprouting in his palm. 

“Your power!” Minho squealed breathlessly. “Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful…” 

Jisung watched in increasing awe, the plant growing steadily. He shook his wrist a bit, and pressed it into the ground. An evil idea crossed his mind. 

Almost like instinct, he felt the earth obey him, like the soil under him was bending to his command. 

Jisung moved his fingers slightly towards Minho, and he could feel the flora move beneath the ground, gently moving past any obstacles to riiight under Minho’s hand…

“HAN JISUNG!!” Minho screamed as vegetation shot up from the ground beneath him, grabbing his wrists and ankles and pulling him to the floor. “Let go of me this instant!! I’ll send you into ORBIT, I swear!!” He shrieked as Jisung straddled his waist again. 

“You’re not in the position to be threatening me, hyungie…” Jisung raised an eyebrow in disbelief. His hands sneakily slipped under the cat’s shirt, resting ten fingers on his waist. 

“Wait…okay, I’m sorry. Jisung—wait….I SAHAHAHAID IM SOHOHOHORRRYYYY!!” He howled as Jisung dug in, leaning down to properly watch Minho scream with laughter as he was brutally tickled with no mercy. 

“NOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Poor Minho kicked out aggressively in ticklish agony as Hannie continued with no remorse, fingers playing on the older’s outstretched ribs like a guitar.  

Minho laughed and laughed and laughed, his hands weakly tugging at the plants that somehow held steadfast, his body weakly squirming away from the tickling fingers and having nowhere to go. 

“My hyungie…you’re so cute~” Jisung cooed as tears of mirth began to form on the crescents of Min’s folded eyes. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHO MY GOHOHOHOD SLOHOHOW DOWN!!” He wailed desperately, throwing his head side to side in quick succession to Jisung’s wiggling fingers on his lower belly. 

“You’re even more sensitive than back when we were on Earth!” Jisung laughed. 

More flora appeared to hold Minho’s legs apart, and Jisung made little “kch-kch-kch” noises as he skittered his nails up and down the kitten’s trembling thighs. 

Poor Minho screamed hysterically once, and then his voice was gone, cheeks wet and shirt collar soaked. He couldn’t remember the last time Hannie had gotten him this good, but it felt so nice to laugh until he couldn’t breathe anymore, the feeling of true ecstacy. 

Jisung let up after one “AAHAHHAHA SHIHIHIT HAHAHANN IHI CAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHE!!”

The bindings released the alien’s bound limbs, and poor Minho curled into himself, giggles still flowing through him as Jisung gently wiped his tears off, laying Min’s head on his lap. 

Jisung carefully brushed a strand of hair from Minho’s forehead. “Hey, are you okay?” His voice was soft, a contrast to the playful energy they had just shared.

Minho blinked up at him, his eyes still sparkling with the remnants of his hysterics. “Yeahah, I’m fine. That was…unexpectedly intense.” He said, chuckling gently.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough…I guess I got carried away.” Jisung laughed. “You did so well for me, right, hyung?” He hummed. 

“Shut up.” Minho grumbled. Jisung smiled down at him. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, hyung.” 

“Pshhhh…you just got your power. Just leave me here and go tell the others.” Minho tried to get off of the quokka’s lap, but squeaked when Jisung grabbed him and pulled him back down.

 “They can wait.”

[happysaddca]

Me, needing to write something for myself: wait but what if it's not right @wyervan is this right?

Proceeded to rewrite it twice before it got looked at and then another time after because we realized it is in fact publishable for the public viewing and I'm a perfectionist (not seen in my daily writing don't judge me please)

anyway tw needed for animal cruelty. Not torture just. Eos is fine, I promise. So is Moon's hand.

Ellis’s newest purchase is a luxury: a TV with a built in VHS player and especially long cord. They’re delighted by the purchase, immediately renting a “shit ton” (Sun’s “Language!” netted an eye roll in his direction) of movies they wanted to catch up on. They are talking excitedly about what they want to watch first at Star when Moon steps inside for a break from the kids. 

When he expresses interest in the movies they rented, Ellis invites Moon to join them, “without breaking in for once,” they joke. It’d be Monday after the arcade’s closed for the night. Ellis usually does skoolie maintenance on Mondays, getting gas and changing water and pulling close to the building so they can charge the auxiliary generator. 

Monday nights are also the start of Sun and Moon’s other work days. 

Moon… agrees, much to Sun’s dismay. 

“And just how am I supposed to go out with my jester-in-crime?” They’re alone currently, and Sun’s draped himself dramatically over one of the lower locker’s open door, angling himself to watch Moon’s face even as he tap tap taps impatiently on the metal.

“You’ll survive one week without me.” Moon fixes his beanie by feel, letting most of his hair hang loose. 

“But I need it today Moony.” 

Moon understands. He’s fiddling with his belongings in his locker to have something to do, tugging on the little nightcap of his mini-Moon currently pinned under a magnet. He’s meant to give it back to Ellis so they can sew it back on the doll’s head. His fingers ache for something different, to tear and slice and—no. The magnet snaps back in place and he shoves the door shut harder than intended. 

“Distract yourself. Star mentioned wanting to bowl. We’ll just go out later.” He shoves a hand in his pocket, clenching it until his fingers ache. “Watching movies late. Might stay out.” He doesn’t quite meet Sun’s eye as he turns for the door. 

Sun follows after him like an overgrown puppy. “You’ve been getting awfully close to Nova the past few months. Anything going on I should know about?” Sun wheels around Moon, faking a gasp of concern. “Moony, is your virtue still intact? Are they taking advantage of you?” 

Sun’s teasing, but Moon feels heat work down his spine like hot wax. When Sun gets close enough, he pushes him away, not trusting his voice. Sun leans against Moon’s arms, and Moon covers Sun’s grin with a hand. 

“You would tell me if something’s changed, right?” The cheerful facade’s still there, but Moon can feel the tension held under the surface. He moves his hand up and pushes down, tangling it briefly in wild red curls.

“Would tell you. Now go. Find Star. Have fun.” When Moon releases Sun, he gives a slow smile, one that’s quickly returned. He endures the overly excited if far too brief hug before he’s finally alone in the arcade, waiting for Ellis’s return from the gas station. 

The side door opens an indeterminate amount of time later, Ellis walking backwards as they drag a bright orange extension cable to plug in the back. They’re humming to himself, and Moon watches as they move, utterly oblivious to his presence. Sun’s faux to genuine concern makes him shiver and run a hand over the back of his neck to make sure his hair isn’t actually on end. 

Ellis is coiling the excess cable out of the way when he approaches, opting to touch their shoulder when he notices a lack of hearing aids. Ellis jumps, their body going tense even as they twist in place and nearly fall. Moon catches them, squeezing their shoulders. An act of reassurance. Not him needing to repress his natural response to Ellis trying to run away. 

It would be far too easy to catch them. They can’t even hear his bells without their aids; he and Sun have tested this. Trusting. They’re far too trusting of them. 

Ellis says something as they manage to pull away, dragging Moon out of his thoughts and back to reality. They look flustered. Moon can only stuff his hands as deep into his pockets as he can manage, clenching them until his nails leave deep impressions in his palms. Ellis has their back to him again, pushing the cable out of the walkway as they lead the way back to the door. Moon follows in silence. It’s only because of the time he’s let the thoughts linger at all. His hands hurt, and he squeezes them tighter. 

The bed in the bus is somewhere between a full and queen. Comfortable enough for Moon when he sneaks in for his midday nap, absolutely decadent for Ellis on their own. Less so when they’re sandwiched in together, the television perched on the edge like the most awkward box shaped bird. Ellis has pressed against his side, a hot line of contact made all the worse when they rest their head against his shoulder. They’ve exchanged their glasses for their ears, but they hadn’t brought up the scare earlier. And they’re currently so engrossed in the movie Moon wonders if he registers as a person at all and not a slightly awkward upright cushion. 

They’ve already powered through Home Alone and a bowl of popcorn. Why they’d picked Halloween of all things to watch after a Christmas movie (and why a Christmas movie when it’s past the new year) is beyond him. Ellis seems unaffected by most of it, save for some commentary about Myers stealing the headstone and questioning his choice in fashion accessories. “Honestly, the masks you and Sun have for your acts would be so much scarier than whatever he’s got going on.” Moon tries not to let his mind wander too far with that compliment. 

It’s not until Myers kills a dog—an offscreen squeal of pain—that Ellis flinches and and pushes further into Moon’s side, pulling his arm over their shoulder. Seeking comfort. Moon lets them. He isn’t sure how to stop it, isn’t sure he wants to, and that isn’t a line of questioning he wants to entertain. Ellis remains in place even as the scene changes and Myers is on the prowl again, and Moon lets his mind follow the slasher. The pickings in town were getting awfully slim. It might be time to travel. Madiline had been pulling sections of the county newspaper. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t know exactly what they do, but the gifts can be helpful. So long as she’s not too nosy about it. 

He’d like to use the hammer again. The knife is fun, a tool for finesse and detail, and the axe gets the job done quickly, but the hammer isn’t for killing. It’d have to be swung to just the right spot to kill. No, its use is pain. Breaking fingers and kneecaps. A large enough cudgel could take out a man’s legs with ease. Knock them down, make them hurt and when he’s ready, he can sit on their chest and wrap his hands around their throat, feel them struggle. Choking doesn’t usually kill them, especially if Sun’s the one doing it. He doesn’t have the patience for it. But Moon likes the way their faces change, from defiant to pleading to hopeless to… nothing. And then after, the clean up, that’s when they make sure they’re dead. Don’t need anyone to come back and snitch. 

But it’s the pain, the choking, the feeling of life quite literally at his fingertips that’s the focus now. His fingers itch to hold something, and he squeezes them instinctively.

“Moon?”

Ellis’s voice is distant, choked up, and their warmth is missing from his side. All that heat has narrowed down against the palm of the hand that’d been draped over his shoulders. He can feel a pulse beating rabbit fast under his fingers, and he knows if he looks, he’ll have Ellis by the neck. They try for his name again, and their hands pull at his. He’s pressing right against their carotid artery, can just make out the line of his arm against the black of their shirt despite the dim light. If Moon looked up, he knows they’d be staring at him. What would he see? Fear? Betrayal? He squeezes tighter and listen to them wheeze, to the blood rushing in his own head. 

Moon doesn’t expect the claws in his lap, dangerously close to his groin, or the sudden hissing maelstrom that is Eos. He tries to push her away and she bites his hand hard, clinging on when he tries to shake her free. He has to let go to scruff the cat and prise himself free, tossing her into the television, to just get her away. There’s a yowl of anger and surprise and sudden weight as Ellis reacts, tackling him off the bed. He can just make out their face, terrified and pale over the bright red of their throat. Moon shoves at them, but his hands hit wood. He must’ve blacked out, just for a second, when he hit the ground cause they’ve got that damned bat out from under the table and are using it to keep him pinned.

There’s no words, just a silent push and pull as Moon tries to free himself. He’s strong from his clownery and taking care of the arcade in addition to his and Sun’s auxiliary interests, but Ellis has the advantage and they’re strong too. It’s a waning strength, however, and Moon is able to shove off the floor with his shoulders and force Ellis back. They fall against his legs, but he focuses on wrenching the bat free, shoving it aside as he pins them by the shoulder instead. He leans forward, free hand tucking just under their chin. 

“Now what was all that about duckie?” he asks, and the fear in their bloodshot eyes is delicious. He can just slip his hand down an inch and start it over again, and his hand does move but—

There’s warmth on his mouth and he can taste menthol and tobacco and iron. Moon freezes, unable to move, unable to process as chapped dry lips mash clumsily into his. Even when Ellis pulls back, he can’t tighten his grip to keep them in place. 

There’s still fear, but it’s no longer arousing. He can’t hear over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, and there’s this buzzing numbness spreading alongside the familiar, embarrassing heat down the back of his neck. 

There’s a solid thwack against the side of his head, a burst of bright pain that shatters any coherent thought. He reels back and away, grabbing at his beanie where Ellis had struck him with, yes, the bat. He’d not shoved it far enough away in the tight space. “Ow,” he finally manages, still tasting blood. He’s bitten through the inside of his cheek. 

The new silence is broken only by Ellis’s broken breathing and the sound of static from the TV. Moon tries to spot Eos on the bed or under the table, but he can’t look away from the bruising beginning to show even in the dark. 

“Are you okay?”

“Get out.” Ellis moves first, bat clenched tight in both hands. When Moons stands, their heels hit the bed, and they point the bat at him. 

“Nova…” 

“Oh, so I’m Nova again?” Their voice is hoarse, laugh painful. They gesture towards the door with the bat. It’s shaking, backlit by the now broken TV. “Just go.” 

Moon steps back, shoving his hand deep into his pockets. He moves slowly, trying again to find Eos. The rattle in Ellis’s breathing pushes him towards the stairwell, but he never totally turns around, so he can see when they move to follow him. He struggles with the door, pausing before he steps out into the dark. 

“Why did you kiss me?” 

“Moon.” Their voice cracks. “Please.” 

“Okay.” He continues to hesitate, finding himself staring, knowing. His hands ache. “Ice on your neck.” He waits.

“Yeah.” They’re waiting too. “Get home safe.” 

Moon nods and steps off. The bus door slams shut behind him with a puff of air, and he’s unsurprised when the lock immediately clicks over. He doesn’t turn back, doesn’t move away, staring off at the brickwork of the arcade.  No music starts up behind him, and when he finally does turn, he can make out a shadow in the window nearest the door. As he watches, it disappears, and he tracks Ellis towards the back of the bus. 

They’ll be okay. His head hurts. He needs to call Sun. He reenters the arcade with shaking hands.

[mushroomlupin]

Sirius' Surprise Party

Pairing: marauders era!james potter x f!reader

Summary: james and reader have been best friends since they were little. what happens when there's drunk declarations of feelings at Sirius' birthday party?

Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,499

James Potter was warm. 

He liked the band Queen and he wasn’t afraid to dance to his favorite songs. 

He enjoyed hot cups of tea with extra milk and sometimes cinnamon sprinkled into it. 

He smelt of broomstick wood, honey, and musk. 

The most important things to him were his family and his friends. 

His laugh could light up an entire room. 

Yes, James Potter had an invincible ego, but his heart easily matched it.

The good thing about being neighbors was that it brought people who were close by even closer. James was your best friend because of this.

He would aid in catching frogs in the rain, laughing whenever they jumped at you and caused you to shriek. The two of you would build only the biggest snowmen, with mismatched buttons for eyes and a wonky carrot for the nose. James would take his own winter hat off and plop it onto the snowman’s head. 

“There,” he’d say with a proud smile. “I think we should name it James Jr.”

“Why does it have to be your name? Why can’t it be mine?” you’d ask.

“Because, he’d never be complete without me!” he’d grin and point at the beanie. 

Every time.

You were thinking about that specific memory when you heard a voice.

“Alright, Y/n?”

You turned your head, seeing Remus descend the stairs from the boy’s dormitories.

You shrugged.

“Can’t sleep.”

He nodded.

“Same.”

He sat down by the crackling fire, making himself a cup of tea. 

“What’s plaguing your mind?” you asked him, straightening yourself on the Gryffindor sofa.

He sighed. 

“Full moon in two days. You?”

“Potions essay,” you lied.

He nodded once more, sipping at his tea and opening a book in his lap.

“If you need help with it, you can always join us in the library. Lily’s quite knowledgeable on Potions. She always comes,” he offered with a small smile.

You knew Lily was exceptional at Potions, she was the reason you were doing so well in the class. 

“Thanks, Rem,” you smiled. “I might take you up on that.”

You did your best to fake a yawn and stretched your arms. 

“I think I’ll try to go to sleep. I hope you feel better.”

He offered a smile in thanks before returning his eyes to the pages on his lap. 

You ascended the stairs to the girl’s dormitories, making your way to the room with Mary, Marlene, and Lily. You watched in envy as they slept, knowing you’d return to your tossing and turning. 

***

You woke up, your brain and body clinging to the one hour of sleep you got as you dressed yourself and made your way to the Great Hall.

“Oi!” you heard from the Gryffindor table.

Your eyes scanned the long wooden bench, spotting a standing James with his hands waving at you in the air.

“I saved you some toast!”

You grinned, taking a seat next to him and digging in.

“How’d you know I’d be late?” you asked.

“Moony said you were up in the common room late last night,” he said, concern clear on his face. “What’s keeping you up?” Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Nothing,” you were quick to say to defend yourself.

He looked at you, brows furrowed.

“Right… Well, hurry up, so we don’t get points taken away from McGonagall for being late,” he reminded you.

You finished your food, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach from nerves. 

“Are you excited?” he asked, grabbing your books and carrying them for you as you both made your way through the halls to Transfiguration. 

You frowned. “Excited for what?”

He gasped.

“Only the best house party of the year!” he exclaimed. “It’s Pads’ birthday today, we’re holding a surprise party for him tonight.”

You raised a brow.

“How does he not know you guys are holding a party for him?”

He grinned, pride wafting off of him like an aroma.

“We’ve been going along with a plan for days now, acting as though we have no idea it’s his birthday. Moony is ‘too busy with the full moon’,” he used his fingers as quotations.

“Yeah, but that’s actually true,” you interrupted. 

He rolled his eyes.

“That’s not the point!” He shook his head. “As I was saying, Wormy is ‘too busy with Herbology work’ and I’m ‘too busy trying to perfect a prank on Snivellus’!” 

“I seriously doubt he believes any of that,” you admitted.

He shrugged.

“You’d be surprised.”

***

By the time the party came around, James was right; Sirius truly was shocked. The common room was filled to the walls with people. He may have been right that it would be the biggest party yet as well.

But, you were too exhausted to have fun. After rejecting Lily and Mary’s multiple advances to get you to dance with them, you leaned against a tapestry, brooding as you held a glass of firewhiskey in hand. You watched in disgust, and honestly envy, as everyone practically got it on with each other; Marlene and Dorcas were snogging on a couch, Remus and Sirius were snogging not even five feet away from them, and there was a Hufflepuff couple getting handsy with one another next to them as well. 

You saw James talking to a younger Ravenclaw girl, who was twirling her hair in her fingers, and you decided that that was the last straw. You tipped your head back and emptied the rest of the alcohol down your throat, that familiar burning feeling residing in your throat and belly, before you set the glass down somewhere and made your way up to your dorm. Maybe you could at least get some sleep, you thought. You felt your body sway up the stairs and all the way to your room, where you sat down on your bed and immediately felt tears start to well up in your eyes and a choked sob left your mouth. 

“Y/n?” What now?

“Please leave me alone!” you begged, now fully crying into your hands.

You heard footsteps come toward you. 

“No way,” James sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers and cupped the back of your head. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head.

“Everything,” you croaked. “I’m the only one in that common room that’s not feeling someone up.”

He stifled a laugh.

“Do you want me to find someone you can get handsy with? Because I will, you best believe I’ll make it happen.”

You shook your head once more, tears falling down your chin.

“I could’ve killed that Ravenclaw girl,” you muttered.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you’d just said.

“Amelia?” he asked with a chuckle. “Love, she was asking me about Peter! I was his wingman!”

You put your head in your hands with a groan.

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “I don’t even know why I’m getting upset about that…”

“Hey,” he tapped your shoulder, mentally asking for your attention.

You looked up at him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t like the thought of you getting handsy with someone else,” he admitted.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m not Sirius… But speaking of Sirius, it’s his birthday and we’re having a huge party for him down in the common room!”

You shook your head, playfully shoving his shoulder. 

“I’m serious, James!”

“Happy birthday, then!” 

You rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Fine, fine!” He put his hands up in defense. “No more jokes.”

You shook your head once more, fighting a smile.

“If you don’t want me to be with anyone else, and I don’t want you to be with anyone else…” he trailed off, “Then what does that mean?”

You shrugged.

“I suppose it means whatever we want it to mean.”

His hand grasped yours, fingers intertwined.

“Then it means whatever we want it to mean,” he confirmed with a nod.

Your chest felt full at this declaration between the two of you. 

 “James?” you asked.

“Yes?” he pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Your heart was going a mile a minute.

“Does that mean you can…kiss me?”

“Y/n,” his lips broke out into a grin. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that my entire bloody life.”

He grasped your face in his big palms and crashed his lips against yours, your lips finding a smooth rhythm. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his brunette curls, pulling at them experimentally. He moaned against your lips, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate.

He pulled away for a moment, his lips a shade darker and plump.

“I guess I did find you somebody to get handsy with,” he winked.

“Don’t ruin this!” you warned with a laugh.

“I can think of a way to ruin you,” he wiggled his eyebrows, bringing your lips back to his.

Sirius Black’s surprise party sincerely was the. Best. Party. Ever.

[ohdudedhesflirting]

Matthew boyfriend headcanon

Synopsis : Just my thoughts about boyfriend!Matthew

Tag : My dear @seok02 this is for you <3 I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

....Under the cut ....

Matthew is the most sweet and understanding human and boyfriend you could have ever wished for.

Attentive, kind, patient. He always made sure everything you might need was ready for you. Oh you need a tissue ? Let me fetch you a pack. Need a hand to carry your bag ? Already on his shoulder and you didnt even had the time to let your thought out loud.

Matthew is the type of boyfriend that your whole family loves and knows.

You swear you didn't even know how it happened, it just happened ..? One day you take him home in a very casual way, you know, just for him to get acquainted with your parents and the next thing you know is that him and your dad are cutting wood together ? You are getting to a family gathering to see your cousins and somehow he is already here "Hi Babe !!" smile flashing his lips. You don't really understand how it happened but on thing was sure : they loved Matthew as much as they loved you.

He is the type of boyfriend that just lives to feel you.

Its nothing that makes you uncomofrtable or suffocated. Its just that Matthew likes feeling you. Wether its just walking hand in hand, having his hand on your back, or just casually resting his hands on your hips and his head in the crook of your neck.

He is a waist holder. Helping you to reach something, walking on the street together, just doing grocery shopping. His hands always naturally come to rest on your hips. Not his fault if they always feel especially well.

He loves to give you piggyback rides. Its just something he likes. Feeling your legs around his torso, arms around him, face inthe crook of his neck. Hearing your heart beating against his back.

A part of his love language is matching items, no matther if its a big sweatshirt, or a little ring. He just loves to match with you.

Pyjama party ? Give him two minutes and he has some matching pyjamas, because what is better than cuddle in the same outftit ? Nothing. Winter is very cold and you need a new beanie ? Say no more boyfie Matthew got you a matching one with him.

Both of you are really into jewelry, and he already has a couple of matching rings with his members so naturally, there is one day a ring that finds its way on your finger, a discreet ring with both of your favorite flower interwined.

Matthew loves being babied by you when his members aren't around. He just really likes when you are soft with him, just pulling him into a warm embrace, playing with his hands or with his hair (careful he will fall asleep after five solid minutes)

Have I mentionned tattoos ? Because Matthew definitely wants to get at least one with you.

You already had a few of your own, and Matthew as well so when the relationship get very serious I can totally imagine Matthew just asking you if you wanna get a matching one.

"Not a cringy one like a forever symbol babe, just something chill like references of our favorite movie"

And when the relationship is hella serious, I totally can see him getting a very intimate tattoo with your initial on top of his heart on his rib "this way you are always close to my heart, even when you are not by my side"

And the nicknames, petnames ? He is a sucker for it. There is no governement names okay ? Its only babe, love, honey, sunshine (for him). Does he likes matching nicknames ? Hell yes he does, if you call him sunshine than you can be sure you could be nicknamed moonie.

And his Seok Woohyun oppa agenda ? Its real. That part of his personnality comes out whenever he is jealous.

Matthew is a jealous person okay ? Just seeing you too close with another member is enough for him to raise his blood pressure and just death stare his member "Matthew hyung I promise, Jiwoong is not gonna kidnapp them". And when you finally get back by his side the only way to calm him down is to shower him with love and calling him oppa (doesnt matter if you are older, he just likes the way it sounds like coming from your lips).

His seok Woohyun oppa energy is also present whenever things get heated between the two of you.

He is the type to send you thirst trap. Working out at the gym, you deserve a picture. Worked on his biceps, a little picture. A new outfit that he knows you will like ? Photo.

He just likes to show off and see that he has effects on you.

He likes it when you shower him with compliments.

His love can totally be of the quiet one, taking care of you in your shadow even if you dont even notices it. But sometimes it can be loud too, when he always protects your from men when walking in town, holding your hand proudly when he is with his members.

You are his person and he just loves to show off.

On a point of view of dates, Matthew like everything that you can bond over or just for you guys to be close. A cooking class ? He is ready. A day at the theme park ? Already in the car.

But he also likes the quiet type of date, just staying at his dorm or at your place. Cuddled up one against each other, hand on your bottom or on your hips. Or just putting himself behind you to rest his head on your neck and his hand on your stomach. Just enjoying each other's presence and watching movies, animes and dramas together.

Have I mentionned the gossips ? He is always ready to hear all your gossips.

Just picture it, you are coming back from a night out with your friend, and he his just waiting for you to come home, he helps you take off your make-up and putting yourself in comfortable clothes. And you finally go together under the covers where its your turn to rest your head on his torso, he just brushes your hair and tells you to tell him everything. And you just gossip until the both of you falls asleep. And he just loves it. For him its a way to see that you truly trust him and for you, its the sign that he cares about you. Even if you tell him during thirty minutes why its so important that the person you despised in your class got the same top as one of your friend.

Matthew genuiely cares for you, and in every one of his actions he shows it.

[wolfstargirlie21]

The Dark Side Of The Moon Chapter Two: September 1975

The links for both Wattpad and Ao3 and at the bottom :)

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Throughout the sorting ceremony, Remus noticed how Sirius masked his pain. His smile was wide and normal to the untrained eye, but Remus knew it was fake. The way his face would slightly falter when a new student was sorted into Slytherin.

By the time the friends were on their way to the common room they were all exhausted. Their feet dragged across the floor while laughter lingered from their previous joke. The common room was the same. The fireplace roared with calming flames. The couch was draped with decoratives of their house colors.

“I'm home,” Sirius said looking relieved.

Remus noticed his smile becoming genuine as they moved to their dorm. As they unpacked their things the marauder's banter slowly returned to normal.

“Wait guys, I made you guys some gifts!” Sirius began frantically digging before pulling out two items that were burgundy and gold. He walked toward James handing him a pair of leather gloves.

“There for quittage so your hands don't get cold and uncomfortable on the broom.” James put on the gloves admiring the way they hugged his hands. His face moved into a wide grin looking impossibly happy at his gift.

“Mate this is amazing I didn't know you improved this much. Thanks, Pads. They’re amazing,” James embraced Sirius, picking him up and spinning him around.

“You're welcome Prongs now put me down,” Sirius said laughing and playfully hitting his back. As James put him down Sirius began walking towards Peter with a wool beanie. It was a soft object with a puff on the top mirroring the colors of their dorm room.

“I made it for you since you always use James’s cloak to steal snacks at night. I thought it would be best for you to stay warm,” As he went to hand his friend the gift Sirius realized Peter’s hands were covered in chocolate. As he went to smile at his friend his teeth revealed more of the substance.

“I’ll just leave these on the bed,” Sirius said, giving his gluttonous friend an awkward smile leaving his gift on top of his covers.

As Sirius moved back to his bed Remus realized he didn't receive a gift of his own. His mind began racing believing he might have offended his friend or done something wrong. As the marauders got ready for bed Remus looked at the gifts his other roommates had received. They seemed personally made for them to fit what they needed.

As they had all said their goodnights and finally settled into their respective beds Remus looked over at his long-haired friend. Sirius was sitting up in his bed looking over their map, his wand providing a soft illumination. The rustling of the sheets could be heard as he changed positions. His hair was in a loose bun on the top of his head with some strands falling. He wore a white undershirt that when paired with his current hairstyle perfectly highlighted the curve of his neck. His plaid pants slightly hugged his hips showing off his slim figure.

As Remus dozed off he imagined what it would be like if Sirius was in bed with him. Would Padfoot put his arms around Remus snuggling his face into his scared neck? Or would they stay to their respective sides, grazing each other's hands under the covers?

~~~

Remus was woken up by a few slight shakes. As he opened his eyes he noticed it was nowhere near time for his classes to start.

“Moony” Remus heard a voice more familiar than his own. As he sat up he saw Sirius holding his lit-up wand in one hand and a brown and grey piece of fabric in his other.

“I wanted to give it to you when they were asleep so we could talk.” Sirius handed his friend the object that when unfolded Remus realized was a sweater. It was soft with striped layers of brown, grey, and black. On the wrists, there were small white circles that after a moment Remus realized were moons.

“I put the moons on the wrists so they could only be seen if you looked closely.” Sirius said, looking at Remus with a glimmer of hope in his cool grey eyes. As Remus looked up at him he couldn't help but throw his arms around Sirius holding him tightly and inhaling his slight smell of maple. Their bodies felt perfectly intertwined as they sunk into the bed. The soft sheets providing

“Thank you Pads. I love it.” As Remus said this Sirius reciprocated the hug holding on to his friend as if something bad would happen if he let go. Remus could feel the warm tears falling show Sirius’s face onto his neck.

“We don't have to talk about what you showed me. I just want you to be ok.”

“I know Rem can I just… Can I just stay here with you?” As Sirius said this he pulled back looking into Remus’s face expectantly.

“Of course, you can just come under the covers.” Remus said as he lifted the blanket and motioned for Sirius to come under.

As he got into bed Sirius turned to face Remus, their faces mere inches apart. Sirius buried his face into his friend's neck as his tears ceased.

“Goodnight Padfoot.” Remus said, putting his arm around Sirius rubbing circles into his back.

“Goodnight Moony.”

~~~

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The dark side of the moon - September 1975

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The Dark Side Of The Moon - Chapter 2 - WolfstarGirlie - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

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[ace-up-your-sleeve]

if any of the one w options gets picked ill run another poll

rupert and optimus are probably coming anyways bc they are small loll

pics and links under the cut :3

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the creatures in order:

[munacy]

Thirst

Sorry this took so long everyone! AND THAT IT’S SO LONG. Here's Part 4!! Written for (I just tagged everyone who expressed interest in the continuation, sorry! I can totally untag you if you would like!): @stars-a-n-d-scars @shirablu @b-u-g-g-y @over-under-through1 @colgatebluemintygel @thebisexualswiftie @willow-paniking

Part 1: Ignorance

Part 2: Duck

Part 3: Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompts: lovesick, cupid, hate, darling, regret, affection, admirer, thirst

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Peter loves James dearly, his most fervent admirer, even. But he must admit, he lacks something Sirius has in troves: the ability to be smooth.

In the midst of their plotting, the three of them hear Remus returning to the dorm, and Sirius hisses at James and Peter: "Quick! Laugh as if I've just said something funny!"

Remus opens the door to a laughing group of Marauders, looking charmed and slightly bemused.

"Moony! Come join the fun, we've been wondering as to your whereabouts," Sirius smiles at Remus in a way that Peter can tell Sirius knows looks handsome.

"Ha! Funny that, I was just looking for you in the Hospital Wing. We must have totally blown past each other."

"Yes, well, when you've got one thing on your mind...."

Remus huffs mildly. "And just what were you three giggling about?"

"Oh, y'know. Snogging," cuts in James, according to plan.

"Snogging?"

"Or rather, our piss poor first attempts at snogs."

"Ah yes, mostly we were laughing about Prongs' attempt at snogging Kashmir Anders in Fourth Year," Sirius smirks.

Remus chuckles. "That did go awry, didn't it? He's still got that little scar on his earlobe if you look close."

"Say Moony—" Sirius sounds decidedly casual, and Peter's hairs stand on end, "—Have you ever snogged anyone?"

This is it. Peter can feel it. This is when they solve the mystery of Remus Lupin's sexual orientation.

He grins slyly. "I've snogged my fair share, I'll have you know."

Peter can't take it anymore. Subtlety be damned; he's never had much patience: "But what was in their pants!?"

One could have heard a pin drop in that dorm, but the fury on Sirius' face spoke for itself. Oops.

Remus looks decidedly shy as he answers, completely misinterpreting the question, "Well, I've not gotten quite that far, Pete."

Peter could jump off of the Astronomy Tower.

"Oh, but that reminds me!" Remus starts animatedly. "Part of the reason I was looking for you, Pads, was about Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"It was?" Sirius replies, looking shocked and hopeful.

"Yeah! Funny coincidence, really, I've actually asked Kashmir Anders to go with me, but get this! She says she'll only come if you agree to go with her mate, Opal Hendricks. Did you know she's got a bit of a thing for you? Ah, but of course, everyone does," he chortles good naturedly.

Sirius looks aghast. James looks aghast. Peter doesn't know for sure what he himself looks like, but he's got a suspicion.

"...Why do you all look like that? Look, I know Opal's a bit—”

"I'd love to."

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Sirius is regretting his entire life.

Look, my back was against the wall! he'd argued with James and Peter, who'd lambasted his idiocy. There was no good excuse for me to say no!

He thinks now that any excuse (can't, I'm going to do my own homework for the first time ever and my grandmother's scheduled to die this weekend) would have been better than voluntarily suffering this.

Opal Hendricks is clinging to his arm, and she's truly a vision: dark, curly hair, an even curvier body, and sleepy cornflower-blue eyes, and Sirius feels not a drop of desire for her. There are horrible little cupids, felt hearts, and red crepe paper all around them, even though Valentine's Day is two weeks past, and any sane business owner (which is mutually exclusive to owning Madame Puddifoot's) would have taken the blasted things down.

Far worse is the sight of Remus: he is wearing a fitted crimson turtleneck and a matching beanie with a silly pompom. It brings out the cursed copper tints in his hair and the honey flecks in his eyes. Where have the oversized, patchy jumpers gone? The ones that hide the broadness of Remus' shoulders. Sirius begs for the return of the jumpers. Sirius may faint soon.

And worse yet than all of that is Kashmir Anders. Kashmir, who is blonde and waifish, and soft-spoken, and wears adorable thick-framed glasses, and has legs up to her neck. Kashmir Anders, who is clever, and president of Charms club, and helped Remus master the Banishing Charm.

"Aren't you going to pay any attention to me?" mutters Opal sullenly.

Kashmir, who has absolutely no decency, hanging on to Remus all day, and has kissed his neck no less than two and a half times in this shop alone. Kashmir, who is being called darling by stupid, idiotic, Remus Cunt Lupin.

"Darling, have you figured out what you want yet?" says Remus a little tiredly whilst rubbing his face. The shopkeeper has been by a few times now, with an increasingly impatient "I'll come back later" spoken each trek.

Sirius decides he hates Kashmir, whose greatest sin, if Sirius is being truly honest with himself, is being indecisive at restaurants. But even so, the hate has boiled away all of the rationality in Sirius' brain. He stands before he realizes what he's doing.

"I cannot believe you're calling someone darling, who, who can't pick between a ham sandwich and a, and a fucking tuna melt!" Sirius hisses, pushing his chair away roughly with a great clatter.

As he leaves the suddenly silent tea shop, he recognizes that that was not one of his better slights, but he feels good about it all the same.

The feeling does not last long before the horror sets in.

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Remus is having a strange moment.

It's not unlike the moment he often has a few minutes before the moon turns him: intense clarity and perception, like a reprieve, just before he's enveloped in madness.

Sirius' increasingly tense, then outright rude comments to Kashmir this entire trip into Hogsmeade.

Sirius' angry, yet lovesick expression as he left the table.

Sirius fussing over him after the Full. Sirius making sure he eats three meals a day. Sirius' friendly touches, special, and warmer than anyone else's. His overwhelming affection for Remus, bleeding into everything he does.

James' and Peter's knowing looks.

It suddenly clicks, and Remus is left baffled.

"So," says Opal, sounding incredibly bored, "s'pose he fancies you, then, Lupin?"

Remus can feel his expression morph into an incredulous smile.

He feels like he's been crawling by his fingernails through a dry, burning desert, and it took setting a glass of ice cold water in front of him for him to realize that he's been dying of thirst. He feels like an idiot.

"S'pose so," he replies, sounding inappropriately calm. "Ladies, I am truly sorry. You are both devastatingly lovely, and this is the height of rudeness, but I'm afraid I have to go now."

Kashmir sniffles, looking forlorn. "So, d’you—do you fancy boys or girls?"

"Darling, I think that's besides the point," Remus murmurs distractedly, already inching for the door. "Clearly, I fancy Sirius. A discussion about anyone else is moot."

Moments later, Sirius spots Remus tracking his footprints in the snow, and takes off running.

Remus is much faster than him.

He tackles him into the snow, gasping, "You silly sod, look how short you are! Obviously I'm going to outrun you!"

Sirius sputters and scowls, still trying to squirm away like an angry, feral cat. "I am THREE INCHES SHORTER! Look, why don't you piss off? I'm embarrassed enough as it is!"

Remus laughs. Then he kisses Sirius. It's a clumsy thing, with Sirius fidgeting underneath him, and he only gets half of his mouth, but Sirius stills in shock.

"I didn't know," Remus says breathlessly, eyes bright. Then, he kisses Sirius again, hard, like a stamp, like a confirmation. "I didn't know." He laughs again.

"What didn't you know?" asks Sirius wonderingly, like he's been Bludgered.

"I didn't know the way you felt. I didn't know I felt the same way," he answers solemnly.

Sirius sniffles, smiling, cheeks red like apples.

"God, Remus, you're so ignorant."

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They spend the rest of the day in Hogsmeade hand-in-hand. Every so often, Sirius becomes insecure and wonders aloud if Remus is just doing this out of pity, like when he pretended to like chess for Peter's sake. Remus responds by kissing him obnoxiously and crowding his space. It happens often enough that he begins to suspect Sirius is doing it on purpose to get snogged. Remus finds that he doesn't mind either way.

Later, they find James and Peter, who are screaming with triumph and delight. Remus grins at them.

"You two are fucking idiots. ABBA? Really?"

[talonsandtails]

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I’m posting this here because I feel it needs more attention.

[lauralifeleaf]

Another Problem: Chapter 17

~A/N: Hey! I totally didn't mean to go away for 7 months. Anyway, it's currently my b-day, and thought I would gift you all a new chapter. It's not my best work, but I tried, and that's what matters. Hope you enjoy!~ Laura

Violet's POV

After the last kid had left for the day, I began helping Sun clean up the daycare. "Are you sure you're okay, Starlight? You seem low," Sun asked as he lifted one of the bigger building blocks. I nodded with a neutral look, "Drained for the kids. Trying to recharge a bit before heading to the arcade." Sun tilted his head, "Why the arcade?" "Game night." Sun nodded in understanding as we continued to clean.

A few minutes passed as a knock at the daycare entrance made me stop and hand Sun the coloring supplies that were left out. "I got it," I stated as I made my way to the door. Peaking my head out, I saw Bonnie with his hands in his pockets. "Sup, mate! Mind letting me in?" he asked with a lazy smile. I nodded and opened the door.

Letting him in, I finally looked at his appearance. His rabbit ears were a lovely indigo color with a light purple in the inner ear. One was flipped down while the other stood up. Both ears had been pierced with silver hoops, but his left ear had one extra hoop that was blue. His hair was a similar purple and styled in a messy bun.

He was about an inch taller than Monty and a bit on the thinner side. He had traded his atrocious outfit, a joke onstage, for a red and white collared polo shirt, tight shorts, white socks, and bowling shoes. Looking down, I beamed slightly at the little fluffy tail they gave him.

"Is there something on my tail?" asked Bon as I jumped slightly. "S-sorry, I just zoned out... and your tail is fine." I looked at him, "So, what brings you to the Daycare?" His ears flicked a bit, "Came to meet the attendants. Fred insisted I meet them." I smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the ball pit.

"Sunny! Moony! You guys got a visitor!" I sang out, hearing the faint sound of something crashing in the distance. "I'll be over in a second, starlight!" Sun yelled, probably picking up the mess he made. Moon did not respond, but that made sense as he was probably changing out of his jester outfit. Sun poked his head around the corner a few seconds later and lit up. "Sunny, this is Bonnie. Bon, this is Sundrop or Sun for short," I introduced the two as I let go of Bon's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Fred's told me a lot about you." Sun walked over with the silly walk he did with the kids, making me giggle as he shook his hand. "Why hello, hello! It is wonderful to finally meet you, Mr. Bonnie! Do you like glitter glue? What's your favorite color? Is it true that you can spin a bowling ball on one finger?" Sun excitedly asked as he began to ramble. I smiled, "Sunny. Your rambling again."

Sun stood straight and released his hand, "Oh, sorry! I'm just excited to meet a new friend!" "Your good, mate. I was warned you could get excited easily," Bon reassured with a smile.

Sunny sighed in relief as Moon descended from the balcony in casual clothes and his signature beanie. He also had put in his lip ring piercing that he couldn't wear during the day cause it wasn't "child friendly," according to the higher-ups. It never made sense to me, but it made sense that he didn't want to get hurt due to how curious toddlers can be.

He looked at Bon and waved before heading towards the entrance without a word. "I'm guessing that was Moon?" asked Bon, seeming unfazed by the quiet man. "Yeah. He can be a bit distant and rude sometimes, but I swear he is fun and caring once you get to know him," Sun sighed. "You're good, Sunman. Now, tell me about yourself."

Sun nodded enthusiastically as I looked at my watch, letting them talk to each other. A message from Mr. Prestonwood popped up, followed by a picture of one of the enormous arcade machines in the west arcade. My brows furrowed at the sight of his name.

~~~~~~~~

Fix this.

~~~~~~~~

I sighed as I read the message. 'So much for going to bed early tonight.' I looked up at the two boys, who had finished their conversation surprisingly, with a frown. "I gotta go. Mr. Prestonwood needs something repaired. Sorry to leave you with such a mess," I apologized as I gave Sunny a side hug. "Oh, you've helped plenty, Starlight. I can take care of the rest." He stated as I went to grab my bag. "Have a great night!" he enthusiastically waved before resuming his introduction.

Chip was, thankfully, near my bag, ready to go. I looked at him and yawned, grabbing my bag and placing the rimless shades in the side pocket before picking him up. He chittered angrily before accepting that I was too mentally exhausted to give a damn. I walked out of the daycare with my headphones on and an annoyed squirrel in my arms.

With a neutral look, which some guests told me that it looked like I was unhappy, I walked silently toward the elevators leading to the atrium. While waiting for the doors to open, I felt eyes on me but ignored them as I was too exhausted to deal with them. I knew my appearance usually made people stare, seeing as I was the shortest known android in the building. That or the abnormally large squirrel in my arms.

The sound of the elevator opening brought me back to reality as I moved aside for guests to exit before entering myself. Just as the door was about to close, Bonnie rushed in, out of breath. "Crikey, you're quick," he mumbled as the doors slid shut. "Sorry, but I wanna get this done before I forget about it," I apologized, removing my headphones and placing them around my neck.

"Mind if I tag along? I don't have much to do since they closed the alley early," he offered. I hugged Chip a bit closer as I nodded, already nervous. His first introduction to me this morning was not what I wanted, and I was hoping to have the time to myself, but so much for that. 'Why do I have to be a people pleaser?' I thought as my ears lowered slightly, going unnoticed by the rabbit.

~Some Elevator Tunes Later~

"I know they're here somewhere," I mumbled as Bon watched me look for the toolbox that was supposed to be in the supply closet near the dancefloor. I had let Chip go once we arrived, and he went straight to the vents to hang out with MM. I don't know how he was already good friends with him, but I didn't question it. "You need help?" Bon asked as he leaned on the stage next to my bag. "No thanks."

After looking for another minute, I exited the closet with an annoyed look. "Can't even replace the stupid lightbulb, unbelievable." "Any luck?" he inquired, his ears flicking as I walked up. I shook my head, "Even after reorganizing the entire closet, I couldn't even find the toolbox."

Pulling out my phone, I made a note letting someone know they needed to restock the lightbulbs. "Okay, while I'm here...." I began to talk to myself as I went to repair the machine Mr. Prestonwood had asked me to fix. I ascended the spiral stairs, narrowly dodging one of the S.T.A.F.F. bots gliding past me.

I quickly spotted the machine in question, a unique version of Guitar Hero, and frowned. It was designed for those who play guitar that want a challenge and test how fast they can play. It can play up to four players and is occasionally updated for new songs that come out. Each guitar was styled and themed around the main four. It was really popular during the later hours according to staff.

One of the guitar's strings was missing on one guitar, and the other guitar had been snapped in half. "Oh, my fucking stars," I mumbled while rubbing my temples. "You should stop hanging out with Monts. He's a bad influence on you," Bonnie jokes from behind, making me jump. I forgot he was with me for a second. "I don't typically swear. It's only if someone scares me, I hurt myself, or when I'm pissed off," I replied quietly as I took the broken guitar and looked it over.

There was no way I would be able to fix this, though. The guitar was beyond repair and was missing a massive piece of its neck. I unplugged the guitar and turned to Bonnie, "Can you grab a replacement string? It should be in the supply closet I was in earlier. The second shelf on the left side." He nodded with a salute before leaving to retrieve it.

I sighed as my mind wandered. Something I usually do when I'm tired or don't want to be in the present time. I felt the tight feeling of anxiety creep up as I thought about tomorrow. I couldn't help but feel nervous about performing. I wouldn't lie, but I kinda started to get stage fright.

While still nerve-wracking, the fundraiser was manageable cause DJ helped me calm my nerves. That and the others made it easier to ignore the somewhat small amount of staff that attended that night. Playing in front of about a hundred or so people was one thing. Performing for thousands of people is another.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I unplugged the unusable guitar and brought it back to one of the maintenance rooms. Dropping onto the desk, I left a note as I turned to get one of the replacement guitars. As I went to grab it, a sudden wave of electricity shot through me, followed by an error message. My head twitched as more errors popped up, making my body spasm. I felt myself fall forward before it all went black.

Error! Error!

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Forced Shutdown and Reboot Initiated.

Rebooting...

Rebooting...

Reboot Successful!

I jolted up, looking around, confused as to why I was on the ground. "What in the-" "Oh, good. You're okay." I grabbed my head, still feeling somewhat out of it, looking up to see Bonnie hovering over me with obvious concern. "What happened, Bon?" His eyes went blue briefly before returning to its usual cherry color. "My scans tell me you had a system error, but nothing to worry about. Had it happened after a major update." I looked at him in confusion, and he chuckled as he helped me to my feet. "Come on. You can fix the machine later. I wanna get to know you better before the others get here."

I was slightly embarrassed that he's helped me twice already. He hasn't even known me for a day and being so nice. "Sorry," I whispered, knowing that despite being so quiet, he would hear me. "For what? Being nice and helping you? Mate, we droids got to stick together. As far as I'm aware, I should be thanking you," he stated with a smile. Looking at him in confusion, he chuckled, "I heard how you met the knucklehead and how you apologized for something that was clearly his fault. He's had a short fuse for as long as I have known him, which scared others away, but I was surprised to know you didn't avoid him." I smiled as I looked ahead, "I tend to have a soft spot for those who are misunderstood or treated poorly by others, I found out. I don't like seeing someone in pain and try my best to help where I can. I'm not the best at showing it verbally, so I offer a shoulder to cry on and such. You'd be surprised how often I get asked for a hug."

3rd Person POV

Bonnie just hummed in acknowledgment. 'No wonder they care for her.' He understood why they were so clear about not doing anything joke-wise until about a week or so of knowing her. She was pretty, he had to be honest, but the soft, sensitive, caring look in her eyes pulled something deep at his wires. He swore he saw something similar to a former employee he knew years ago, but he put that thought away for later. No time to dwell in the past.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asked with a slight blush. "Go ahead. I'm all ears," he stated while wiggling his ears. She let out a small snort before stating, as her ears twitched, "I'm kinda embarrassed about how I introduced myself." He smirked, "You mean when you manhandled Mont? I honestly thought it was fucking gold."

Bonnie chuckled before looking at the elf. She was shaking slightly, making him stop. "Hey, wanna know something embarrassing about me?" She looked at him and nodded. "Believe it or not, I fell face-first into the water traps when I met Monty. Was sparking for weeks due to water sneaking into my endo. He held onto that meeting like candy for the next month and a half." She seemed to relax as a soft giggle escaped her.

Once they got to the stage, Bonnie practically bombarded her with questions. He was quite surprised with some of her answers, seeing as she didn't seem like the type to enjoy certain things. He personally didn't think she would enjoy punk music like Monty and Roxanne, but I guess looks can be deceiving.

"Okay, last question. What's your favorite animal?" "At the moment, snakes and lizards. Mainly the Python Regius." "What?" "Oh, Python Regius is the fancy name for Ball Pythons," she explains with a smile. He chuckled, "Well, I'm not that well versed in reptiles aside from our resident redneck. Mind telling me more about the critter?"

From there, she began to ramble on about said snake with a sparkle in her eye. From different morphs and types to their behaviors and eating habits, she practically lit up when Bonnie asked questions. She didn't realize that she was rambling, too excited to talk about the animal.

It was like she wasn't her typical quiet and awkward mask she wore for the crowds. She felt like she could finally show a part of herself that she kept behind closed doors or around people she trusted. She felt a warm fuzzy feeling buzz inside her as she continued talking to an interested person.

Kinda like an old friend.

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[hannyoontify]

soft thoughts? my time has come. (i hope you dont mind me popping in hehe)

im 99.9% sure i posted about this and i think it's too far down- but! i think he loves matching stuff w people the most. fits, stuffed animals, phone cases, idk. it was just a nice little thing that visited my brain one time before dipping forever. its here again tho ^^

(also. what are the chances that he matches sun/moon stuff with someone AGH)

✶・moony from hogwarts the library

hi moony!! and ofc i don't mind :D and THIS. THISGJDKSLGJDKSSLKD PLS THIS IS SENDING ME INTO AN ORBIT. (i think this calls for a ramble rather than a scenario)

like regardless of your relationship with him–whether it be romantic or platonic–if you're close with him, 100%, 10/10 expect him to get matching items with you. i saw this item on temu the other day where it's matching phone cases but IT WAS THE SUN AND MOON IT WAS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING I'VE EVER SEEN. and ofc we know that dokyeom is our resident sunshine but i feel like he might give it up it and give you the sun items because you're the light of his life (gross get a room).

he would get matching beanies with you, bracelets, phone charms, AND MUGS OMG MUGS, matching headbands if you go to an amusement park with him (like the devil and angel, for example) and FITS. FUCKING FITS. (oh my god look at my fit)

he would 100% invest in matching t-shirts bc he's an online shopping addict and when you try to stop him he's like 'but [nameeeeee] we don't have this patternnnn' and pouts bc he knows you always give in when he pouts. this is so cute tho like dokyeom js wants to always be matching something with you so that he can always have a part of you with him and when you're together, it's like 'yup, that's my other half'

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 260 (it’s so short i’m so so sorry)

𝙖/𝙣: ouuu these two 🥺🪼 @swinjeong HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR 🩷 wish you so much happiness on your special day, and this is dedicated to you! my first dreamcatcher fic 🥴

𝙩/𝙬: rough-ish tickling, raspberries

𝒍𝒆𝒆: yoohyeon

𝙡𝙚𝙧: handong

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Oooh, guess what guess what guess whattt!” Hondong shrieked happily, bouncing around the room in her beanie as Yoohyeon looked up at her with a smile. 

“What is it, unnie? What’s going on?” Yoohyeon asked, grinning when Handong ran to her and sat on her lap, pushing her down flat on her back. 

“Whattt? Just tell me!” Yoohyeon whined, gasping when Handong pulled her arms above her head. “Dongie!”

Fingers were massaging her ribs and she shrieked, yanking her arms down to tug at the older’s, Yoohyeon cackled and squirmed away from the invading fingers. 

“Uhuhunnie!!” She whined, screaming with laughter the second Handong’s fingers scribbled at her tummy in quick movements, like butterfly wings fluttering agaisnt her skin.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” Yoohyeon howled, unable to lift the hands that tickled her torturously. 

However, Handong didn’t say anything, just smiling fondly down at her member in joy. 

“Raspberries!!” She shouted, ignoring the loud pleas of a certain Yoohyeon beneath her as she leaned down in front of the girl’s tummy. 

Yoohyeon dissolved into boisterous laughter just as Handong blew a wet, messy, and ticklish raspberry onto her waiting belly button. 

“AAAHAHAHAHA!! UHUHUNUNNIEEEE!!” She laughed, shoving at the head that dared to tickle her so much. 

The raspberries just kept coming, causing Yoohyeon’s laughter to go silent and her heels to stop drumming against the ground. She went limp and gave in, just laughing and laughing. 

“Okayy, you’re done.” Hondong let up, finally. 

“Whaha-whahat were you gonna tell me..?” Yoohyeon asked exhaustedly. 

“Oh, yeah! Um…I forgot.” 

“You little—”