#i will admit im a little concerned for the singing though.

[semi-personal]

Personal opinion but I think they did an amazing job on it. It think it really captures who Ursula is! And the eye brows kind of make sense to me, I don't think I remember a single scene where Ursula had even brows lol. They missed the mole but that's all they really missed!

Looky! Ursula don't have draq queen makeup to me. She has the personality on point- but, not the makeup.

Either way you look, let's not drag the artist for doing the job! Let's just be happy with the fact that we got lucky enough for a fun reintroduction of a fun movie we all love that now young kids of today get to love in a different way!

I'm excited for the little mermaid!!

Baffling

[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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[after-urh34rt]

"like? No. I adore you!!"

The first years trio going to their favorite popstar's meet and greet!

JJK first years x you 🫵

A/N: IK IVE BEEN GONE FOR YEARS AND IM SORRY PLZ FORGIVEE WITH THIS POSR 🫶

pt. 1

Itadori

• I have a feeling this man would get everything he has of your stuff autographed, and I mean EVERYTHING.

• He wouldn't mind people judging the fact that he listens to you. "I think they make good music if I'm being honest, you should try to listen to them too! They make great music!"

• He would most definitely pour his heart into how much he loves and adores you and your music.

• definitely blasts your music 24/7, even when he's in the shower he's singing your music. To the point where Megumi is concerned for his mental health.

• He knows every song you ever made, word for word. He can sing the lyrics to each song with no music, yes, he's that type of fan.

•since he's busy he's never had the time to go to any of your concerts, he was especially sad when he figured out you were having a concert in Tokyo but couldn't go since he had a mission to do. By the time he got done with it, the concert of over. He cried to Megumi about it and cried in his room the whole night.

•but luckily he was in the area to be able to go and pay for your meet and greet!

•he WOULD go to his dorm and bring his stuff to get autographed (as I stated before) but who knows going long you would stay there for? As much as he wants to get all of his stuff autographed, he's not taking the chance to miss your M&G.

Once it got to Itadori's turn he was more than happy to be there. "Hey~, how are you? It's your favorite popstar [your name]!" The popstar said as they made their signature pose, the male instantly smiled and hands the popstar a copy of their keychain. "Can I have this signed? I really love your music, I would bring in my other merch of yours but I'm kinda in a rush and only had this in my pocket". The popstar laughed lightly as they nod. "Of course I can, and I'm so sorry to hear that. Thank you for supporting me and my music career!". The popstar signs their autograph and asks for one request, " this is quite bold of me to ask but..Your hair looks so fluffy, may I have permission to touch it?". At first Itadori seems surprised at the request but it's replaces with a warm smile, "sure! I don't mind". As he bends over to let you touch his hair. Later on throughout the day Itadori is seen by everyone else as happy as ever, just know, he will never wash his hair ever again.

Megumi

• honestly, Megumi is the LAST person to be expected at a meet and greet.

• I mean, what do you expect? Don't act surprised and disappointed, you expect a guy with a 'tell my mom I love her' 'no tell her yourself' type of mindset to be seen at a meet and greet??

• he would never admit to liking your music, no matter how much he likes it. I can say that as a guaranteed.

• "hey have you heard of [your name]'s music?" // "Yeah". // "Oh, well do you like their music?" // "....oh look, a cat".

•yeah, that's how the conversation would go if someone asks if he likes your music. HE WOULD CHANGE THE TOPIC, QUICK.

• he has a few merch from you, maybe like a small keychain or a small plushie. Nothing obvious though. Something that no one would really notice or pay attention too.

• not really the type of guy that would feel bummed out for missing a concert, maybe a little upset, but nothing like crying over it like itadori.

• in able for him to go to a meet and greet, he would make sure and I mean, MAKE SURE no one seems him entering or leaving.

• he would pull the collar of his uniform up to where you can't see his mouth or his nose as he walks in and out.

As it was Megumi's turn to meet the popstar, they smiled. "Hey~, how are you? It's your favorite popstar [your name]!", The popstar said as they made their signature pose. Megumi felt his face getting red as he hands her a small plushie, ".....can you sign the shirt...please?". He would definitely say this flustered while covering his face. After the popstar gave him the plushie back, they would hold Megumi's hands and smile. "Please come again!". Yeah sure he's gonna wash his hands but he'd never forget your touch.

Nobara

• She would be the only one that would understandably go to your meet and greet.

• She would not feel ashamed saying she listened to your music, "so? Who cares if I listen to them, it's my music taste and if you don't like it then piss off!".

• has about maybe 5-10 merchandise from you, if not more. Most of them being keychains and maybe 2 plushies, and she's proud to have them.

• she would NOT miss your concert, not under any condition

•oh she's sick? Doesn't matter. Have a mission? She's getting it done, QUICK.

•if she did miss a concert she would make a big scene about it, maybe cry and feel upset over it for about 5 hours but other than that, she's alright.

•She would walk in and out of your meet and greet PROUD.

•depending on your gender kinda depends on how she'll react to being at your meet and greet.

•she would be proud no matter what! But if your a male, I feel like she would be more nervous when meeting you.

FEMALE

As it was Nobara's turn in the meet and greet, the Popstar smiled. "Hey~, it's your favorite popstar [your name]!", The popstar said as she did her signature pose. Nobara gave a slight smile as she hands the shirt to the popstar, "hey, can you sign this shirt? Big fan of yours". The female gasps as she sees another female, "oh my, Another girl! Of course I will, thank you for being a fan of mine!". The popstar says and Nobara chuckled. "No really, I've been a fan ever since your [any name title] album. Your music is just so amazing I honestly don't know what else to say". The popstar only laughs. "Haha, that's a long time. Thank you for supporting me! Here you go!". The popstar kisses the shirt, "a good luck charm!". Nobara is surprised and smiles. Do know she is wearing that shirt everyday.

MALE

As it was Nobara's turn in the meet and greet, the Popstar smiled. "Hey~, it's your favorite popstar [your name]!". The popstar said as they did their signature pose. Nobara flush a little, not enough to notice though. Nobara hands the male popstar a shirt, "hey, sign this". The popstar laughs a bit and signs the shirt, "what a demanding request, anything for a fan of mine though". That sentence wasn't enough, it was the wink that was sent at the end that done it. Nobara was flustered as she looks away. The male then kisses the shirt, "good luck charm. Come again, yeah?". Best believe SHES DEFINITELY COMING BACK.

[cloudcountry]

IKEMEN REQUEST BC IT SAYS 5/5 AND I HOPE I'M LAST DFJGHFJDKSDFFJKDLS

Shakespeare "reusing" one of his sonnets to woo the reader with his extremely shitty guitar skills under the window (outside the door) and overall he's just yowling like a cat bc of the guitar 🎸 (also I say reusing bc we've read it in modern times, but for him it's new asf)

note: he is trying smth "modern" to woo the reader but also thinks a guitar is a cittern/cithren hence the yowling

SUMMARY: theo yells at you to wrangle your lover. said lover is trying his best to serenade you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: YOU ARE THE LAST DW im writing two things today since i missed yesterday oopsie. i feel like will would be a really nice singer though :(( he has such a ncie voice :((( so yea i changed your request a little bit because i doubt hes the type to YOWL but yk theo is fed up with anyway!!

i used sonnet 116 for this because its so beautifully written excuse my geeking

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.”

“Hey, Hondje. Tell him to shut up.” Theo huffs, a string of very creative Dutch swears leaving his lips after he slams the door shut behind him.

You can hear what Theo is talking about.

There’s a strange warbling noise that sounds like a musical instrument, along with a very familiar voice cooing unintelligible lyrics from out on the balcony. You open the door that Theo just left, stepping out into the cold night air. The singing becomes clearer, and a smile creeps on your face when you lean over the railing.

“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.”

It’s Will, a guitar in hand that he’s clearly struggling to play, his eyes trained on the space you occupy now. A smile blooms across his face as he sings, the notes too plucky to be anything but offensive, but it's him and he’s doing something for you, and so you listen.

“O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.”

It takes you a second to register the words he’s singing to you, but when you realize it's a sonnet giddy laugh tumbles from your lips. Will’s eyes gleam with joy at the sound, and he steps closer to the balcony. His neck is craned up so he can see you, yearning to be close and yet being a whole floor away.

While he may not be able to physically reach you, his words do.

“Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”

The sonnet reminds you of Will’s love, of how it’s never changing, of how it’s held up even though everything the two of you have been through together. It reminds me of how devoted he is to you, his love, and how he’d do anything to ensure your happiness, even if he has to sacrifice himself.

It’s something he’s been working on. He’s well aware that it’s not just him who would die if the two of you were parted now.

“If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.”

The final notes ring into the night and you offer him a polite clap, the soft sound leaving the night around you two undisturbed.

“Sebastian told me that was an effective way to woo someone from your time period. I do hope you found it satisfactory.” Will confesses, awkwardly holding the guitar like he isn’t sure what to do with it.

This time you laugh loud, raising your head towards the stars as your heart flutters for this man.

“Come inside already!” you call out to him, giggles still seeping into your voice as you rush back inside to let him in.

You’re going to have to make sure Theo isn’t around, but you can deal with that when the time comes. Right now, you need to concern yourself with your silly, wonderfully talented lover.

[tklpilled]

me when your writing😍😍😍😍

UMM ok genshin fics you should so write amth with lee!aether snd ler!kaeya im SUCH a sucker for ler kaeya my god

overtime

kaeya hasn't known the honorary knight for long, but the one thing he's gathered so far is that they overwork themself way too much. really, they might even be worse than albedo, which is both impressive and highly concerning.

aether yawns for what must be the thirtieth time in the past half hour, their head drooping before they force themself awake again. they've been out all day, slaying monsters and delivering items. come to think of it, they were doing that all day yesterday, too, and the day before that. each time, they had already been working by the time kaeya woke up, and each time they were still at it by the time he went to bed.

…archons, when was the last time they slept? really, kaeya won't be a hypocrite and tell them to stop overloading themself with work, but at least he has the sense to take a break every once in a while!

he sighs and walks over to their table in the library. their little fairy companion is already asleep in the room that's been loaned to them in the headquarters, but kaeya can't even remember the last time he saw aether go in there. the more he thinks about it, the more worried he gets.

"traveler," he says, which startles aether so badly that their book drops from their hands and onto the floor. kaeya holds back a small laugh at that as he looks around the library. no one else is in there to hear, but, well. lisa scares him a little.

"c-captain kaeya," they stammer, blinking up at him as though they're trying to register what they're seeing. "sorry, i just need to finish this for miss flora…and…" they begin to trail off, closing their eyes for a moment.

kaeya sighs. it's a little amusing, he can't lie, but he's not just going to let them continue like this. "that can wait until tomorrow, i'm sure. or rather," he pauses to consider the time, "later today. really, traveler, it's much too late for you to still be working."

aether reaches up to rub their eyes. they still haven't picked the book off the ground. kaeya wonders if they're even awake enough to realise. "i'll be fine—"

"aether," kaeya interrupts, making them pause. he marches closer to them, snaking an arm around their waist and attempting to pull them up. he expects them to argue, of course, but he's not expecting them to flinch away and burst into giggles almost immediately.

but kaeya is good at adapting to things, and if anything, this makes it easier for him.

"come on," he sings playfully, pulling them against him with one arm and wriggling his fingers into their exposed tummy. "bed. let's go."

they double over, squirming as they squeak and snort. "ack—c-cahahaptahain k-kahahaha—! p-plehehease! juhuhust a little lohohonger!"

for someone who wears such revealing clothes, they're more ticklish than kaeya thought, although he can tell that their drowsiness is making them more giggly than usual.

"you'll have plenty of time later. it won't kill you to rest, you know." kaeya finds a soft spot near their side, one that makes them nearly collapse to the ground trying to escape.

still, aether stubbornly shakes their head. "i cahahan't! thehere's nohot much left, i can wahahahait—eek! stohop it!" their voice rises in pitch when kaeya's other hand joins in on the torment. they're more of a mess than before, their braid loose and messy and their face red. they still won't give in, but that's fine with kaeya—their laughter is addicting, and he wouldn't mind doing this until they admit defeat. he keeps kneading and squeezing the one spot he's found already, his second hand scribbling over all the bare skin he can find. he pokes around near the center of their stomach, right next to—

"mehehehercy!" they suddenly plead, knees wobbling beneath them. "plehehehease, nohot thehere! ihi'll stop, i'll stohohop, just no mohohore!"

kaeya stops instantly, supporting them under their arms before they can fall. "there," he teases, smirking at their flustered state. "that wasn't so hard, was it?"

they glance away, but lean closer to him nonetheless. "y-yohou're cruel," they gasp, catching their breath. "tohorture…"

"ah, but it was effective, was it not?" kaeya hoists them over his shoulder, ignoring their tiny yelp of protest, and starts to leave. "you'll thank me once you've gotten a nice, long rest."

"mmmm…" they mumble.

by the time he reaches their spare room, aether is already asleep.

[starstruckodysseys]

for lanie (oc ask game)! 3, 7, 25?

yayyyy my girlie!!!

3) what song describes your oc?

okay so i have a full playlist in my notes BUT if i were to pick a main one it’d either be vertigo by beach bunny or bugbear by chloe moriondo!

7) if your oc is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? would they be a different race?

okay. so y’all know the nsbu/tuc au i have going on. what if i told u i had a separate fic im working on that’s the same au but also lanie is there. bc it exists. she’s a fey wanderer ranger bc i go with bards too much but i still wanted her to be like. the face of the group (bc she’s Incredibly flirty even if she (usually) doesn’t mean it) and also i think she should have A Weapon. she deserves it. idk about a different race though i haven’t thought that extensively

25) are they the kind of person who can’t resist a good song? can i catch your oc singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

i don’t think she sings out loud all that much, at least not for no reason (theater kid 🫵), but i think she does vibe. doing a little dancey dance. y’know? i think she’s actually a little concerned with how people perceive her even if she’d never admit it

[ghostlymews]

“*insert bite lip emoji*” I am DEAD! xD

I love your fics sooo much!

I do have an idea though:

Imagine walking in on Tanjiro masturbating and he’s all embarrassed and flustered because he didn’t expect you to hear him cry out your name as he was fisting his dick!

Just:

“Y-y/n!”

“Did you call-whoa!”

👌😳

Or if you’d prefer to turn the tables, Tanjiro walking in on Y/n… 😏

walking in on tanjiro masturbating

pairing ; tanjiro x reader

warnings / contents ; female!reader, caught masturbating (m), oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, praise

notes ; THIS IS SO HOT YEEAASS awkward? absolutely. but hot? yes. fuck yes. might do one where tanjiro walks in on reader separately !!

getting released from work early is the best feeling.

unexpected, and uncommon, but being told by your boss that you can pack up and leave for the day is amazing. getting to go home and having that extra time to relax and enjoy the rest of your day with your one and only tanji..

“tanjiro~!” you sing-song as you set your keys on the table, noticing the lack of him cleaning the house or relaxing in the living room as he normally would be when you arrived home. strange. his car was in the driveway, he has to be here somewhere..

“[n-name]!”

a shaky, uneven cry sounds from the bedroom, and quickly you’re padding down the hallway and opening the door in a concerned rush. “jiro? are you—“

tanjiro immediately freezes, as do you, both of your eyes blown wide. tanjiro’s settled on your bed, blankets bunched below his hips, fist wrapped around his cock. his hair is tousled, eyes glossed over and cheeks a pretty shade of red which is quickly darkening and spreading to his ears and neck.

and so here you are now, settled between his legs and sucking him off with vigor. poor sweet boy must’ve been so pent up considering he couldn’t even wait till you got home n’ had to fuck his own hand — you can tell by the way he’s trembling, fingers holding your hair from your face and gently gripping. although he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, he tries his absolute hardest not to hurt you. sounds of ecstasy fall from his parted lips, head falling back against the pillows and adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

“oh, shit.. you’re doing s—so good— fuck, [name], im close—!”

he’s then roughly bucking his hips, pushing his fat cock further down your throat as he cums, shooting his load into your awaiting mouth. your eyes water and squeeze shut, struggling to take all of him, but you manage. he deserves it for being such a good boy, after all. <3

he insists he return the favor, beckoning you to crawl over him. you oblige with curiosity, and he smiles sweetly at you, strong calloused hands gripping your hips and bringing them higher, higher, until you’re hovering over his face. “tanjiro!” you exclaim, face exploding with a blush, “you don’t need to do that—“

but he won’t have any of it. he pulls you down to his face with ease, tongue making quick work to lap up the arousal nearly dripping from between your puffy folds, almost purring at just how good you taste. you give in, hips rolling with his movements, hips jerking as his nose bumps repeatedly against your clit with each swipe of his tongue, but his hands easily hold you in place. your hands grip his hair, and it isn’t long before he’s painfully hard again from the little tugs at his dark locks and the sweet sounds that spill from your swollen lips. your eyes meet his wine red hues, and his eyes flutter and roll back just from watching you fall apart above him and cry out his name as you cum on his tongue. he can hardly breathe, holding you still as he licks up your nectar, and you don’t get a chance to recover before your world spins and suddenly you’re on your back with tanjiro looming above you.

he’s a mess — a beautiful mess, chest heaving and eyes lidded as he gazes at you in a beautiful hybrid of lust and pure adoration. “i need you,” he admits, his tan face flushed a dark crimson red. “please?”

you snake your arms around his neck, and he nearly melts into a puddle at your next words.

“i’m all yours.”

[softsnzstuff]

Hey, could you please do sneezy Eddie and Steve who are not together yet but act very domestic 🥰

Absolutely!! Combining these two together for a Doctor AU ficlet!! Hope y’all enjoy! 🤍KB

****

The annual office party is almost always a sight to behold. With everyone from the different clinics, it’s certainly a blast. Steve is definitely one of the newest staff members, having only been working here a few months now. Despite that, everyone was incredibly friendly with him except Billy. (He wasn’t really friendly with anyone though).

Steve had been on the dance floor with the girls when he noticed the usual life of the party standing at a table by himself.

Making sure Robin and Chrissy were still dancing the night away, Steve made his way through the other dancing bodies towards Eddie.

The older man seemed to be on the tail end of a round of stifled sneezes.

“-N’xxTCH! snff Hey Steve! Whatcha think of the party?” He asked, rubbing at his nose with a knuckle.

Steve chuckled and looked at his feet before gesturing over to Robin and Chrissy drunk dancing to Mr.Brightside, “I think they’re having more fun than I am, but it’s a great party!”

Eddie nodded and took a sip of his own drink. Steve couldn’t help but notice the slight wince as he swallowed.

“How come you’re not out there tonight?” Steve was referring to the dance floor.

Eddie never liked to admit to being sick. So he certainly wasn’t about to tell Steve that he felt way too sick to dance right now.

As if the universe heard him and laughed, Steve held out a hand jokingly, “May I have this dance?”

Eddie laughed out loud, probably going to regret his answer, “It would be my pleasure!”

The two made their way out towards the girls who screamed and jumped up and down when they saw Eddie.

“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies. Choking on your alibis!” They sang.

Robin screamed, “BUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY! DESTINY IS CALLING ME! OPEN UP MY EAGER EYESSSSS-”

And they all raised their glasses and sang, “CAUSE IM MR.BRIGHTSIDE!!”

The scream-singing tore at Eddie’s throat and he had to quickly turn away to cough into his elbow. Arm still pressed to his face, he started making his way off the dance floor, sneezing as he went.

“X’ttch! N’xxT! H’xxTCH!”

Momentarily dropping the ‘Bless you Doctor Rockstar’ joke, Steve put a gentle hand on Eddie’s back, walking with him.

“Bless you! Are you okay?”

“Yeah just… N’GSHuuh! … fuck, gimme a second.”

Eddie pushed open the door to the bathroom, Steve hesitantly following behind. The older man walked into an open stall to grab a handful of toilet paper and press it against his face.

“Eh’TSCHew! H’ekSHTihew! iiSHHuhew!”

The sneezes sounded wet and desperate and made Steve a little concerned, suddenly switching back into nurse more.

He rubbed a friendly hand up and down Eddie’s back, “Geez, once you start, you really don’t stop, huh?”

Eddie shook his head, blowing his nose. Sitting in the silence, Steve took note of the slight flush on the other man’s cheeks. Without thinking, he reached out and put a hand to Eddie’s forehead.

This took Eddie by surprise, but he leaned into the cool touch, coughing lightly.

“Eddie…you’re sick.” Steve frowned.

“snfsnff is that your professional diagnosis?” He quirked an eye up at Steve, who rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Professionally, I think you have a bad cold.”

Eddie tossed the toilet paper in the garbage and washed his hands. “Professionally, I’d have to agree with you.” He groaned.

“Why don’t you go home and rest?” Steve asked.

Eddie sighed, “Told Chrissy I’d drive her home.”

“I can take her.” Steve offered, “Robin’s drunk and I’m driving her anyways. I don’t mind taking Chrissy too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay!”

The two men exited the bathroom and made their way back to the girls. It was super loud on the dance floor. Eddie leaned in and said something to Chrissy.

The strawberry blonde made a concerned face and reached out to try and check his forehead too, but he brought her hand down and said what appeared to be “I’m okay, I’m going home.”

Steve imagines Eddie told her that Steve would drive her home after because she smiled and nodded and then gave a thumbs up to Steve before she kept dancing with Robin.

“Thanks again.” Eddie said to Steve as he made his way out.

“No problem. Get some rest. See you Monday!”

[bi-demon-ium]

S2 EP7 LIVEBLOG

TERRIFIED TERRIFIED

both at the summary and the little accidental spoilers ive gotten and just in general

ohhhh mr benedict is so obviously extremely nervous im sad

oh is she whammied

but is she whammied

big day tomorrow! lgfkjfgh

oh I think she got whammied

hes gonna be all “im sorry I couldn’t” and then shes like “okay!” bc whammied lmao

LKFGJFGHFH OH NO

SHE IS WHAMMIED THEN

oh this is terrifying

OHHHH HIS REACTION

“ARE YOU… HAPPY?”

HE LOOKS UPSET ABOUT IT

AND SHE LAUGHS OHHHH

oh kate you and your code w—DFLGKKJDFGKJFGH MILLIGAN GOT IT I LOVE THEM

“agreed”

I love them so much

“thank you for not fighting me on this” is she really though. or is it a trick

RUN SILENT, RUN DEEP. ALWAYS. OHHH

LOSING MY MIND

she set a timer lkdfjg yeah she’s definitely tricking them

oh reynie. naïve sweet summer child

but of course immediately willing to go along with things

LJDFGLKDGJKDJGKGJFGH

STRAITJACKETS

“REALLY”

AND CONSTANCE’S HUGE BEAM

“take them off. now.”

this is so funny what the fuck

jeffers cant even get out of it lfkghjfkghj

lkdfgjfg JEFFERS HELP

“just pull it” “…oh” and adjusting his sweatER

SDGKLJDGF CONSTANCE DFDFGDG JUST WRENCHING IT OFF AND JEFFERS JUST STARING DOWN FOR A SECOND

you’re EVIL

“oh! sticky! friend!”

hair loss lkjfglkjfghhg

ohhh youre gonna try and whammy sticky

I bet sticky isn’t affected bc he was whammied last time

more experience resisting

THEME SONG! AAAAAA

im so anxious I feel like im gonna throw up dljgfkjghhh

LDKGJFLKGJH THE HIGH KICK

ldkgj but when I think about it I want to resist OHHHH

“what if everything is just fine” “oh that sounds lovely”

SINGING????? GIRL

WHAT IS HAPPENING

AND HIS ANXIOUS REACTION LIKE HES SMILING BUT ALOS LIKE ????????

singing with her ohlkfgjhkfgjh this hurts me a bit

its adorable but also cringe

WOLVES??? OUCH LMAO DLKFJGDG

“RHONDA, IT’S A SAIL!”

HUGGGG DKGLJFLKGHJFGLH

DFKLGJDGJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THERE WAS EVEN ONE WITH MILLIGAN!!!!!!!!!!

from a distance but still

the fabled rags of a hostage lkdjfglkdfjg

I KNOW????

SHE REQUESTED YELLOW

OF COURSE SHE DID

oh fuck auguste

is he gonna whammy all of them?????

a horse camel? did she just say horse camel?

“does it bother you to lie to him?” coming from reynie…. ohhh…

“just because you had to do something doesn’t mean you cant feel bad about it” “maybe I do feel bad”

LDKFJG I LOVE HOW EVERYONE KEEP ROASTING CURTAIN’S FASHION

RIGHTFULLY SO

sticky<3 nerd

I wonder if she does enjoy the scientific facts in one way or another she would just normally never admit it

LDKFGJKDFJG CONSTANCE

LSKFGJRFG [HUGS] “…….whats wrong with her” “curtain did it”

her wide eyed look of distress

terrifying , constance

“it’s highly unsettling” “it’s been great” oh sticky rip

HE STARTED DOING LONG DIVISION DLFKGJDLKFGJD

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHAT A NERD

also love how each of the mjust walked in and immediately found who they were looking for

its gonna be like “im not putting those on” [cut to those on]

ohhh

jackson and jillson’s abruptly stopped clapping ldgkjfghjfghfg

oh milligan’s smile is terrifying

and rhonda’s hair!!! oh I love her

I love that squinting face reynie makes when of the other says something wild

uh oh someone’s neck hurting! that’s bad

oh darlings. they’re not undercover.

LKDJFGLKJDFGKJDGF

IM SORRY THE CUT TO THE FROZEN GUY LFKGHJFGH

also curtain’s reaction + jackson and jillson being insane dlfkgjgfd

ohhh mr benedict is noticing something’s wrong

ohh just missed the kids

NICKY

OHHHHHHHH

is he okay?

are you sure?

“they seem… very happy to be with you”

ohh of course it would be concern for someone that would break through to him. of course it would be. god

another hug<33

terrifying! I mean expected but terrifying

milligan’s is somehow the scariest though the smile is so terrifyingly wide

it looks so scary and uncharacteristic I hate this

angsty horrific hug !

and rhonda my darling you look so good

god I mean we been knew this would be terrifying but it really is terrifying

“formed by suffering”????? OHHH

also telling constance she’s better as she is whammied.. I think they’re just trying to keep going without arguing but still. ouch

SHE WAS THE BRAINS LMAO

SHE STOLE THE JOURNAL DIDN’T SHE

YEAH SHE DID LMAO

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

ohhh mr benedict seeing all of this spying on them fglkhjfgh

also jackson and jillson continue to be.

wonderful

STOP YELLING AT THEM

LDKJGKLDFJG MARLON

“sleepers”

curtain’s visible “oh fuck” face ldkfgjkflghjgfh

DON’T BRING ME A PROBLEM WITH NO SOLUTION? SIR?

IM ATTACKING YOU

MR BENEDICT AND CONSTANCE REUNION!!!

hug <33

also garrison versus curtain journals ldkfjgg

IVE SUCCESSFULLY STOLEN SEVERAL ITEMS RECENTLY

cool little building montage!

THE THING MILLIGAN GAVE HER

ITS GONNA BE THE MULTI TOOL

SMALL MOVABLE BUILT TO LAST

YEAH

FUCK

FUCK YEAH!

“positive thinking” ironically

LKDFJG and then her follow up

MR BENEDICTS BACK IN THE CROWD???

lkdfjg and the dancing…. oh dear

and i know i should feel something ubt i couldn’t but that terrified me but i was relieved to feel the terror ohhhh

contemporary jazz and welsh folk style

“utterly THOUGHTFUL! ……what is it”

“iiii. don’t see anything :)”

ohhh his face… oh god

“you deliberately misled at the gates”

he didn’t even say anything about being brainwashed

MISS PERUMAL HELPING LFKHJFGH

all of their reactions the second they’re unwhammied….god

“IM VIBING”

“and I do. with my life”

JACKSON AND JILLSON DLKFGJDFGFGHFGH

“perspective ON the perspective!”

oh no bc mr benedicts been under the longest

oh god they’re not gonna unwhammy him are they

LKDJFRGLKDJGDLKGJDGLHKJFGH

THEY JUST FUCKING TACKLED HIM

JILLSON DISLOCATED HER GODDAMN SHOULDER???

oh no but it broke

I have a feeling it didn’t work

OH NO

and not constance either

oh auguste’s weird awkward little wave

“she gets a vote now???” “..she does :/”

CHOP OFF ITS HEAD

“��us” :)

ohhh

lkdfjgkjg hes practicing in the mirror

oh is he trying to hypnotize himself? or s he practicing

LKJDFLGKJDLFKG

TRANQUILIZER DART

“what? [sees dart] oh. I see.” [CRASH]

also FLOWER DELIVERY

love that I was right about them kidnapping curtain<3

I have a bad feeling that this isn’t going to go as planned

although love that they just have curtain in a little bundle. amazing

I love that they immediately jump to the right conclusion

aww they’re all asleep in a big pile

OH NOOOO HIS NECK

OH NOOOOO I MEAN I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT FUCK

DISTRESS DISTRESS DISTRESS

[atlabeth]

neighborly things - sokka x fem!reader

summary: reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her. 

a/n: im so sorry lmao. i have requests and i have 2 series that havent been updated in like a month but sometimes i just need to write a stupid little oneshot to get back in the writing mood. i did this in an hour 

im not a screwdriver expert so dont come at me if some of this info is wrong lmao 

wc: 1.6k 

warning(s): some cursing but otherwise pure fluff. also i didnt proofread im SORRY im pretty sure they laugh grin and smile like 200 times 

-

“Dammit!” 

 Anyone unfortunate enough to have a place near you during this time would have heard the phrase on more than twenty occasions, and it wasn’t even noon yet. You had gotten the parts in the mail to put together a new dresser a couple days ago, and had finally decided to take on the task. You didn’t know if it was because you were inexperienced with furniture or just lacked basic comprehension skills, but it was proving to be no less than Herculean. 

 You threw the screwdriver at the wall and fell back to the floor as you let your arms sprawl out above you. You had been trying to screw in a part for no less than thirty minutes, and if a miracle didn’t happen right about now, you were going to lose your mind. 

Your head snapped towards the door when she heard a knock, and your brows creased. “God?” You muttered as you got up, wondering if you had actually thought a miracle into existence. 

 You weren’t greeted by a deity when you opened the door, but the man standing in front of you was pretty damn close. With ocean blue eyes, hair pulled back in a ponytail with shaved sides, and toned arms, he was a sight to behold. But you had no idea why he was in front of your door. 

 “Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, genuine concern in his tone. 

 “Um, yeah, why?” You were trying to rack your brain for any memory of this guy — because you knew you would remember him if you had seen him before — but to no avail. “Also, who are you and why are you here?”

 “Right,” he chuckled. “My name’s Sokka. I’m your neighbor; I live—” he gestured at the door just next to your place, “—over there. Moved in a couple weeks ago, so that’s probably why you don’t know me. I’ve just been hearing a lot of cursing and loud noises coming from your place, so I figured I would stop in and see what was going on.” 

 “Oh. That’s.. very considerate of you, Sokka. I’m just…” you sighed and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all. “I’m just trying to put together a dresser, and it’s not going well at all. That latest sound you heard was the culmination of my rage. I threw a screwdriver at the wall.” 

 “Yeah, that’ll do it,” he laughed. “Listen. I don’t wanna intrude on you or anything, but I happen to be pretty good at putting things together. I had to do a lot of furniture construction when I first moved in, plus I’m the one all my friends call when they need help with putting anything together. I could probably help you with whatever’s troubling you.”  

 “Are you serious?” 

 “Oh, no. I just go door to door joking around with people, asking if they need help with their furniture, sometimes I ask if their refrigerator is running? It really gets a kick out of them.” 

 You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly and stepped aside so he could enter your apartment. “Thank you so much, Sokka. I’ve read the instructions a million times, I seriously don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” 

 He crouched down and picked up the manual, turning to a dog-eared page and skimming over the instructions. He pointed at the screwdriver you had thrown against the wall and glanced back at you. “Is that the one you’ve been using?” 

 You closed and locked the door behind him then walked over to the wall, picking up the unfortunate victim of your anger and spinning it in your hands. “Yeah, why?” 

 “Do you know what kind it is?” 

 “Um.. maybe? God, I don’t know. I think it’s a Phillip’s head?” 

 Sokka laughed and shook his head, holding up the manual so you could see it. “That’s where you’re going wrong. You need a Pozidriv for these screws — they’re similar enough that anyone can make a mistake.”

 You stared at Sokka in complete amazement — apparently, your savior lived next door, and he came in the form of a handsome guy with basic knowledge on putting furniture together. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said as you walked over and took the booklet from himl. You flipped through it a couple times and read over the part, shaking your head in disbelief. 

 “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” you repeated, louder this time. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get that thing to- to work, to screw, to— whatever you call it?” 

 “It’s actually to—”

 “Thirty minutes!” You interrupted, earning a small chuckle from Sokka. “Thirty damn minutes that I have been trying to get that screw in, and it’s all because I was using the wrong screwdriver. Why would they make screwdrivers that are so similar but aren’t interchangeable?!” 

 He shrugged and held up his hands. “Don’t ask me — I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. But like I said; this dresser might fall apart if you keep using this thing. I actually have a Pozidriv back at my place, I can go get it and we can finish this up together.” 

 “God, that would be the biggest help,” you admitted. “But I don’t wanna take up your time — I don’t know how I would even repay you.” 

 “I’m doing this because I want to help you,” he said. “You don’t have to repay me. Think of it as… as a neighborly thing.” 

 “A neighborly thing?” you repeated with a laugh. “Well, if you’re offering, I’m definitely not going to refuse.” 

 “I am offering,” Sokka winked. “And unless you want to be at this for another three days, I think you should take that offer.” 

 You pretended to deliberate over it before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I’ll let you help me. I mean, really you should be thanking me for this brilliant opportunity to, um.. hone your skills.” 

 He laughed, a brilliant sound that made your heart sing, and nodded as he went back to the door. “Thank you so much for letting me put together this dresser. Truly, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

 “Then I’m happy to be of assistance.” 

 Sokka grinned then unlocked and opened the door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get started.”

 -

 Once he got back, the two of you got to work. The next three hours passed so quickly as you and Sokka talked about everything from the work you did to people in your lives (no girlfriend, thankfully), to exchanging stories — even the silence, though rare, was comfortable. 

 Sokka pushed the last drawer into its place then clapped his hands as he stood up, admiring the fruits of your labor. “And that’s it! We’re done.”

 “Wait, we’re done? Already?” You set down the instruction manual and stood up as well, backing up to Sokka’s position to see what he saw. “Wow, that looks.. that looks just like the picture. We are good at this! Well, you’re really good at this, I’m good at keeping you entertained. But still!” 

 You held your hand up for a high five and he laughed, but not without meeting it with a satisfying clap. 

 “It does look pretty good,” he admitted. “And not only do you have a brand new, fully functioning dresser, you also had the priceless experience of spending three hours with the neighbor you know nothing about.” 

 “That’s not true,” you countered. “I know that you’re really good at putting things together, you’re a genius when it comes to anything math or science, and you hate blueberries.” 

 Sokka snickered and brushed his hands off on his jeans. “That’s everything there is to know.” 

 “I dunno, Sokka. You seem like a pretty interesting guy.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. It’s not every day that someone offers to put together a whole dresser just because they feel bad.”

 “Well—” he tore off a blank part of the instruction manual and picked up a spare pen from the counter, then put it up against the wall as he scribbled something on it. Sokka put the pen down and handed the slip of paper to you with a smile. “If you ever need any more help with furniture, then call me.” 

 You could feel your cheeks heat up as you took the paper. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly as you took the slip of paper, and you decided to just go for it. You bit back a grin and tried to sound as innocuous as possible. “And if I want to get to know you beyond the blueberries?” 

 Sokka laughed and leaned against the doorframe. “Definitely call me.”  

 “Great.” 

 The two of you smiled at each other like idiots for way too long before a notification from his phone broke the silence. He jumped from the sudden noise and dug his phone out of his pocket, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, my sister just texted me and I gotta get over to her place.” Sokka started towards the door then paused and turned around. “I actually had a lot of fun doing this, though. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

 “Yeah.” You knew you had that same smile on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. His energy was contagious. “Definitely.” 

 “Great.” He winked at you one last time then left, closing the door behind him, and finally snapping you out of your spell. 

 You leaned against the dresser and stared at the slip of paper in your hands, committing the number to memory. 

 You were definitely going to take him up on that offer. 

-

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[starglitterz]

first off, CONGRATS ON 300 QUILL !!! (im super late but shhshhush)

my grubby little hands are here to submit a kaeya req for the event >:)

i'd like to order a chocolate confection (kaeya) with biscuits, hot fudge and caramel please! :D

AHAHA LUCE THANK UUU <333

request; kaeya fluff, together in the rain, singing to you, college au

cw; one (1) suggestive line

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

( @glazelilyy / @luceyluce )

kaeya.

"and i... WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUU," an voice screams off-key, the loud sound filtering through the window you left open so the fresh scent and coolness of rain could rush into your room. it seems like that was a bad idea though, as even more rain clouds have begun to gather in the already dark sky, threatening to soak your notebooks with a heavier barrage of raindrops, not to mention that the noise from whoever is singing is distracting you from your work, "if i should stay... I WOULD ONLY BE IN YOUR WAY!" you massage your temples irritatedly, wondering who on earth is stupid enough to belt out emotional lyrics in the middle of the night at 2am when most normal people would be sleeping. aren't they going to kick this person out of your neighbourhood? or was it just because these were student dormitories the guards were used to this kind of nonsense?

a sigh escapes your lips, and you consider shutting the window, but the mere thought of how stuffy your miniscule room would become has you change your mind before even acting. the door behind you creaks open, and your roommate pads in. "y/n," diluc's deep voice rumbles, exhaustion evident in his tone, "would you by any chance know who is outside yelling?" "and so i'll go, and yet i know, i'll think of you each step of the," the voice pauses for a second before shouting even louder, "WAYYYYYYYY!!" diluc's brow creases in annoyance, and even though you know the anger isn't directed towards you, you can't help but gulp at how intimidating his fury is.

yet at the same time the situation is rather funny, and you stifle a laugh behind your hand, "diluc, go back to bed. you've got history with professor zhongli tomorrow and i know you were so busy with your business that you only got 3 hours of sleep last night." his face reddens at being caught depriving himself of sleep, but he has to admit that the plush bed looks incredibly inviting to his tired maroon eyes. "GOODBYE, PLEASE DON'T CRY, 'CAUSE WE BOTH KNOW THAT I'M NOT WHAT YOU NEEDDDD!" diluc shoots a glance at you, and you quickly reply as you stand up, "don't worry, i'll go check who it is! it's probably just venti after having too much dandelion wine again." as you slip on your raincoat, diluc mutters, "at least venti's voice sounds nice." "aww, i'll tell him you said that," you giggle teasingly while unlocking the front door. diluc rolls his eyes, "whatever." "BITTERSWEET MEMORIES, THAT'S ALL I'M TAKING WITH ME!" the person sings, causing a note of concern to enter diluc's expression, "stay safe, and call me if it's a creep." "aye aye captain!" you salute before you walk out.

you rush downstairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator so you can hurry up and get back to your work. tomorrow was your big presentation about dragonspine's environment you had teamed up with albedo to make, and you were going over your speech and the slideshow a few more times to make sure you knew it like the back of your hand. soon enough, you're outside the building, and it's easy enough to trace the "AND I HOPE LIFE WILL TREAT YOU KIND!" to the area directly under your window. however, as you turn the corner and see who's standing there and singing in the rain, you're so shocked you nearly fall into the puddle in front of you while walking to him.

"kaeya?!"

"oh, hi darling," your boyfriend replies with a smile, showing off his rows of pearly white teeth, and somehow managing to look like a million dollars when he's drenched from the rain. you're so surprised you can do nothing but gape at him. kaeya laughs at your stunned expression before pretending to be sad, "why, was my singing so bad you couldn't recognise my voice?" "honestly..." you nod slowly, "yeah." "ouch!" shaking your head to rid yourself of the confusion, you place your hands on your hips and stare at him, hoping you look fearsome, "why, pray tell, are you singing outside my apartment at 2am?" he opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, pondering how to phrase it. "and out of all the songs in the world, you chose the sad one. plus, you weren't even singing the lyrics right!" you scold, "is this some crazy way to tell me you want to break up?"

"no, no, no!" kaeya panics at your assumption, his cool facade slipping away. you tap your foot in a staccato rhythm against the wet ground, looking at him expectantly from under the hood of your raincoat, "then?" "i was just bored... and i missed you," he pouts, unable to meet your eyes, "also i was kinda sad because you said i couldn't come over today." you don't even know what to say, but relief washes over you that he isn't ending your relationship. "idiot," you mutter affectionately before hugging him, ignoring how soaked his clothes are, "i told you i needed to study!" kaeya smiles and pats your head before dramatically claiming, "well, i couldn't be away from my cute partner for even a day, it was too painful." you swat his arm, "i saw you this afternoon!" "still!" "i swear to the archons, kaeya," you try to frown disapprovingly, but you can't stop your lips from quirking up into a smile - it really is adorable seeing your boyfriend get all clingy like this.

"anyways, let's go inside. it's late and you should probably have a shower before you get sick."

"i will, if you promise to join me."

"kaeya!"

quill speaks !

LUCEEE the loml i hope u enjoyed this :> i had sm fun writing it omg JKSDKJSD

i am literally pushing the kaeya cant sing to save his life agenda

also i think i kinda got carried away w the modern au part BC LIKE IMAGINE DATING KAEYA BUT YOUR ROOMMATE IS HIS BROTHER WHO DOESNT RLLY HATE HIM BUT GETS IRRITATED BY HIM RLLY EASILY KSKJSDKJSD AND KAEYA IS AT YOUR APARTMENT LIKE 80% OF THE TIME T_T

and yes this is another queued post during my hiatus

so anyways !!

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.

[moonys-bae]

The Conversation

warnings/content: kissing, light drinking, eating mentions of anxiety, tiny bit of angst, remus x reader, james x lily, let me know if i missed anything <3

Raising a daughter with Remus has been incredible, but when she takes notice of his monthly illness, she becomes curious. You both knew this would happen eventually but the anticipation did not prepare you to have this conversation not knowing how she will react. (AU where Peter was discovered as the spy and Voldemort was destroyed).

Part 2

GIF isn’t mine, credit to the owner

A/N: I cannot remember if I saw this idea somewhere or if it came to me, so if you know of a fic with a similar plot please let me know so I can give credit! This is my take on this scenario <3

The late afternoon sun lit up the dining room in the cozy cottage you owned while you ate an early dinner with your small family.

“When are the boys coming Rey?” You ask your husband passingly.

“Should be any minute now.” He mumbles while checking a clock, “I’m pretty sure Lily is staying over with Harry again.” He continues through a mouthful.

“YAYYYY HARRY AND AUNTY LILY” Hope squeals while slightly bouncing up and down on her chair in anticipation.

You and Remus laugh at your daughters excitement to hang out with her cousin. She was named after Remus’ late mother and her growing personality matches your mother in laws perfectly.

It was a tradition on every full moon night for Sirius and James to come over and pick up Remus to help him through his transformation. Since they became animagi for him when they were 15, they never missed one night. They really were the best of friends and you were so glad that Remus had all the support he deserved.

“Even though Harry is coming doesn’t mean you can stay up past your bedtime missy.” You remind her and poke your fork in her direction while Remus smirks and shovels more food into his mouth.

“I knowwwww.” Hope sighs.

There are a few moments filled with nothing but quiet observations and forks scraping plates before the front door bursts open.

“IM HEREEEEE” Sirius practically sings while gesturing grandly around the house.

Hope quickly jumps out of her chair to run to see her uncle. He spoils her rotten which makes Remus upset, but Sirius will not take no for an answer when it comes to your daughter.

“Heyyyy bug!!!” Sirius exclaims while picking up Hope and spinning her around.

“Pads, she needs to finish eating her dinner.” Remus chastises through a chuckle. He loves seeing how much his darling little girl loves his best friends and how they feel the same about her.

“I’m ALMOST done…” Hope mumbles while slumping back into her chair at the table.

“Sorry Moony, I cant help that i’m so irresistible.” he responds with a wink which you and your husband shake your heads humorously at.

Sirius plunks himself down at the table.

“So when are Mr, Mrs Prongs and little Prongslet showing up?” Sirius questions while reaching to take a piece of bread off your plate.

You swat his hand away, “there’s more behind you if you really want some, no need to take mine!” You laugh, “they should be here soon.”

“Ha, thanks y/n/n,” he stands up to grab a piece from the counter, “how’re you feeling Rey?” He questions looking concerned while taking a bite.

“Mm ‘ve been better” Remus admits while supporting his head on his hand.

“Daddy what’s wrong?” Hope questions with big eyes and brows furrowed. The sight of it makes all three of your hearts break.

Remus gets out of his chair and crouches before your daughter wincing when his knees pop, “nothing darling, just a bit tired s’all.” He coos placing his hands on her knees.

Hope sighs but resolves and nods. She places both her hands on his temples and kisses his forehead, the sight making your heart flutter, “love you daddy” she finishes

“I love you too baby.” Remus returns the gesture through a kiss on each of her cheeks and heads back to his chair which he practically falls into sending you a small smile to try and ease your worries, it didn’t.

At that moment there’s a knock at the door which causes you to pull your focus away from your husband and rise to answer. The Potter Evans clan stand at the door while James holds Harry up on his hip.

“Heyyy how are you guys??” You ask while hugging and kissing each of them on the cheek, “come on in!”

“Hey everyone!” James says through a grin and Harry waves shyly from his hip. Lily rushes over to greet, hug and kiss the others and takes extra attention by feeling Remus’ forehead with the back of her hand.

James puts Harry down and he hurries over to greet Sirius and Remus before quickly waiting by Hope’s side while she shovels the last bit of her food into her mouth. Once done she shoots you a thumbs up and quickly hops down. They run off to her room together to get started on their playing, leaving the adults in the room.

“They’re hilarious together.” Lily laughs while she helps you clean up the plates, Remus gives you a look silently telling you to leave them for him but you just roll your eyes.

James checks his watch “we should really get going lads, sun sets in 30 minutes.” This statement makes your breath catch in your throat, you hate full moon nights not only because you worry for your husband and friends, but you know how much pain Remus is forced to go through every month and it breaks your heart every time.

Remus starts to get up as you all rush to his side to assist him.

“I’m fine.” he insists which causes Lily, Sirius, and James to back off, but you stay, remaining at his side.

Once he’s fully standing you reach up and cup both his cheeks in your hands. “Be safe my love” he closes his eyes resting his head against your palm as you lean in and gently rest your lips against his.

“Of course darling.” he forces a small smile. “Always am.” You laugh despite the watery eyes that always seem to appear in this situation.

The three of them head to their safe space leaving you and Lily alone downstairs. You each grab a glass of wine and situate yourselves on the couch to chat to try and get your mind off of your husband.

A few hours later, you hear quiet whispers coming from upstairs as two pairs of small feet begin padding down the stairs.

You both turn to see the small children standing side by side with questioning looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong loves?” You question tilting your head to the side, beginning to worry.

“Where does daddy always go with Uncle James and Uncle Sirius?” Hope squeaks softly while looking at her feet.

You let out a deep breath, both you and Remus knew this day would come but you didn’t want to do this without him. Lily exchanges a glance with you and you extend your arms for Hope to come sit with you while Lily does the same with Harry.

They run over to their mums and cuddle into their laps. You run your fingers through Hope’s curls and coddle her head into your chest. It’s getting late so you knew it was past their bedtime and decided to take advantage of that situation.

“Darling we can talk about this tomorrow with daddy ok? It’s past your bedtime, but for right now, just know that he is ok and is in good hands with your Uncles, is that ok?” You speak softly while resting your head on top of hers.

“Ok.” Hope agrees, obviously feeling tentative but overall trusts your judgement. You and Lily carry the toddlers up to their beds to tuck them in and then head to your bedroom that Lily was sharing for the night.

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling trying to get your mind to slow down so you could fall asleep but when that fails you quietly admit, “ we knew this would happen eventually. Lily i’m not going to lie, I’m scared, hell, I’m terrified!” you let out a humourless chuckle. “What if she becomes scared of him? That would completely destroy him. She’s his whole world.” You knew how Remus already felt about his condition and if his daughter felt the same way, you weren’t sure he’d be able to handle it.

When there was no answer you realized that Lily must’ve fallen asleep which is understandable. You always find it hard to sleep on these nights but tonight was even worse with your anxiety about tomorrow’s conversation filling your mind. The room fills with her deep breathing and you lay awake until the sun begins to rise.

[wizardcommune]

gundham sfw alphabet

pairing - gundham tanaka x gn!reader

warnings - none!!

word count - 1.8k

a/n - FUCK YEAH GUNDHAM (also i apologize, i got lazy near the end)

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

in the beginning of the relationship, he would definitely be very hesitant to show physical or verbal affection since it wasn’t something he was used to. he’d show his love with acts of service and giving, most likely. (giving his s/o one of the devas if he knew they’d be separated for a short period of time, bringing them small trinkets he found like pretty rocks or bones, helping them with homework, etc.)

as time goes on, though, he’d become more comfortable with showing physical affection and would grow to become a huge cuddle bug!!! please hug him for me

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

literally the coolest friend ever. especially if you had an alternative fashion sense, he’d be so down to go clothes shopping with you LMAO

if you were okay initiating physical affection outside of a romantic relationship, and were able to make him comfortable with that, he’d totally be That Friend who cuddles with you all the time!! he’d never mention it though, and would die on impact if you brought it up in front of any of his other friends/classmates

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

once he’s comfortable with it, yeah! he’s definitely super touch starved because of him not having friends most of his life, so having someone to cuddle would make his brain go ^^^^^

honestly, he’s good with any position so it’s up to his s/o. he prefers being able to see their face, though

the first time he ever cuddled with them he cried :(( shh don’t tell anyone though

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

man that’s his DREAM!! the idea of just getting to live with his s/o + animals makes his serotonin machine go BRR

honestly, i think he would fucking suck at cooking. baking, however. :))

because of having to clean up after his animals and keep things out of their way, he would naturally be a pretty neat person out of habit!! i don’t think he’d mind too much if his s/o was messy though.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I DIDNT DO THIS ONE BECAUSE IT MADE ME SAD IM SORRY

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

gundham already sets up so many walls, and for his s/o to be able to break those down would already mean he’d be willing to commit. i don’t think he would ever just like.... date random people for funsies, so being in a romantic relationship with someone is already so big to him.

honestly, i can’t see him being the type to want to get married. he’d definitely want to settle down! but the idea of having a traditional wedding stresses him out. (of course, that doesn’t mean he’d be any less committed :))

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

dealing with small animals like the devas has left him gentle by nature!! he doesn’t even notice it, but he is always extremely careful with his s/o with the subconscious fear of accidentally hurting them/scaring them off :(

emotion wise, i think it’d be the same. when he cares about someone (whether it be romantic or platonic) he’s always cautious of teasing them too much since he knows that it can hurt sometimes. 

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

HE FUCKINGNF LOVES HUGS

they’re probably SO good too, like he’s the type to give those hugs that make you feel so safe. full on wraps his arms completely around you and rests his head on yours if you’re shorter (since he’d such a fucking giraffe my god)

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

it would definitely take a while for gundham to admit it. i can see him saying it on accident, like when he thinks you’re sleeping or not paying attention to him. he’d also need a lot of reassurance afterwards, just because of that initial fear of rejection

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

if he sees someone flirting with his s/o and they’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately wrap an arm around their shoulder.

“they said they’re taken, respect that knave.”

sometimes he does get insecure that’s he’s too much for his s/o, considering he’s an evil tyrant, and that they might want to leave him for someone who’s..... not an evil tyrant.... (once again, please give him a hug)

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

like i said before, he’s very gentle when it comes to affection so his kisses are vv soft!! he’ll always hold their chin or one of their hands.

his favorite places to kiss his s/o are probably their forehead and hands!!

he loves being kissed everywhere, but he really likes neck kisses and any kisses around his face :^)

l = little ones (How are they around children?)

he’s great with kids!! he’d tell them stories of how he defeated different warlocks that tried to test him, or giant manticores he tamed.

i think he’d really like kids too, mostly because they’re so easy to impress LMAO

it inflates his ego a little bit whenever one gets really into one of his stories

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

if he wakes up before his s/o, he’d gently pull them into a hug while he waits for them to wake up (sobbing)

morning voice morning voice morning voice morning voice morning v

he memorized how his s/o likes their tea/coffee and will make it really groggily HAHA

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

okokok hear me out

i think that gundham is a really good singer, so he would 100% sing u to sleep

he’d be embarrassed as hell though LMAOO

he’d probably cuddle them before they fall asleep and talk about each other’s days or just random stuff until they get tired

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?)

i think a few months into their friendship? he would talk about his childhood randomly, but would prefer if they don’t make a huge deal about it.

he’d open up more if his s/o did first! he would take it as they trust him enough to talk about it.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

it depends on the person! with someone like hiyoko, he can get pissed pretty quickly, but his patience is VERY thick with his s/o. generally, it takes a lot to anger him. 

that being said, if they put themself in danger he would get ticked off out of fear.

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?)

especially in the beginning of their relationship when he was hesitant about physical/verbal affection, he would focus heavily on listening to them. he really wanted to show them that he respects them a lot, and remembering small things they mentioned would convey that well.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

after coming out of the shower, he walked in to see them asleep on his couch with the devas curled up on top of their chest. he went to go lay down with them and it just kind of.. hit him. that he wasn’t alone anymore and they loved and were there for him. :( 

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s very protective!! (especially if you’re in the killing game) the thought of something happening to you is his worst fear. 

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

ALL THE EFFORT

if his s/o asks him to do something in passing, you BET he’s gonna make sure he does his best

he keeps track of anniversaries/important dates religiously because he’s terrified of accidentally forgetting LMAO

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

sometimes i think he might come off as cold when embarrassed because his persona is so important to him, but if they expressed being upset he would backtrack SO fast

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

not very much?? like, i think he would brag about his hair or something sometimes but he’s always joking LMAO

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes and no? if something ever happened to his s/o, he would feel horribly empty for a time. but i also think that being in a relationship could help him not feel so lonely and teach him better ways to take care of himself, so if they were to ever split he would be able to heal after he got over the initial sadness.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he’s a Mitski Understander (TM) his favorite songs are crack baby, pink in the night, and i bet on losing dogs, i’m up for debate

and yes i absolutely will be making a gundham playlist

i don’t know if this counts since i’m 90% projecting, but i hc him as trans and ND so like. solidarity if you are too wink wonk

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

a/n - just so everyone knows, i honestly think every character would be fine with any type of person since projecting is so important to a lot of us. these are just my personal headcanons, and if they don’t apply to you please don’t take it personally!! <3

i think he would really want a kind s/o. especially with what he’s been through, someone who’s gentle/patient would mean the world to him

also someone who likes animals!! they mean so much to him and were basically his entire life until he met the others, so having someone who shared that interest would make him so happy

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

it’s not uncommon for him to sleep with his animals!! he mostly just sleeps with the devas though; he would probably place them near his head or on his chest so he wouldn’t accidentally roll on them.

he also really likes cuddling with his s/o when they sleep! he wouldn’t mind being the big or little spoon, either.

[wondernimbus]

stressful times — fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x female!reader

request #1: Can I request soft Fred Weasley comforting his girlfriend when she’s not feeling well/on her period and falling behind in classes/ homework? Pretty please 🥺

request #2: Can you write a Fred x reader where the reader is on her period while at Hogwarts during a time when a lot of tests are happening and she needs to be studying but isn’t and Fred notices cause usually she’s like Hermione and always does homework/studies and he figures out why she isn’t and helps her feel better? 

a/n: THIS IS WAY OVERDUE IM SORRY but i decided to combine these 2 reqs bc they were pretty similar !! 

[Y/N] is stressed.

School has never been a piece of cake for anyone—not even for Hermione Granger, who is one of the brightest people at Hogwarts, and certainly not for her, one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's Chasers, and on top of that, a prefect currently studying for her N.E.W.Ts.

Wood expects her to practice out by the Quidditch pitch every free period in preparation for the upcoming match against Hufflepuff. This goes for every member of the team—even the ones who, like [Y/N], are studying for the so-called "big exams". And despite [Y/N] wanting to do well in her tests, she also doesn't want to lose her position in the Quidditch team—so she goes to the practice sessions, anyway, even if it's at the cost of her sleep.

That—coupled with her prefect duties and schoolwork—is wearing her out. So far she has managed to miraculously plow through, but when that time of the month comes and she can barely even bring herself to get out of bed, [Y/N] begins to wonder whether giving up would be a better option.

She could do it. Drop everything and lay in bed all day for the next week or so with a bag of chocolates at her side and pillows cushioning her entire body.

She could—technically, anything in the world is possible—but she shouldn’t, because she has obligations. Prefect tasks; patrolling the corridors and making sure no first-years go astray in the Forbidden Forest (it already happened once—she's not going to let it happen again), N.E.W.T. revisions, homework, Quidditch practice, homework, and then even more homework—

The very moment she wakes up and feels the pain in her lower abdomen, she knows she is done for. She only barely drags herself out of bed and trudges to her classes the entire day feeling like pure and utter dung. Her entire body is sore and her entire mood cranky, but that hardly matters because she has homework to do. And classes to go to. And Quidditch practice and patrolling and studying and Merlin-knows-what-else.

The sourness of her mood doesn't go amiss by any of her friends, and certainly not by her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, who automatically just knows when something is out of the ordinary with her. And while her friends decide to leave her alone after noting her less than pleasant mood, Fred does quite the opposite.

Which is, of course, no different from what he does everyday: stick by her side like glue. And while they'd been best friends for a while, it's only been a few months since Fred finally sucked up the courage to ask her out. So naturally Fred has very little experience with, ah, women’s dilemmas.

To put it simply, he doesn't know how to deal with a girl on her bloody (no pun intended) period. For the love of Merlin, he can't even tell.

So he's a little surprised and his feelings are a teeny bit hurt when he nudges her in the middle of Charms class and whispers, "Was that an earthquake? Or did you just rock my world?" only for her to shake her head without even as much as looking at him.

And so Fred's thought process goes like this: he's done something terribly wrong. He doesn't know what, but he must have, and now he has to make up for it—whatever it is.

First, though, he has to figure out what.

—

It's midnight. [Y/N] doesn't know how on earth she managed to get through the entire day without passing out, but she did and now here she is in the nearly empty common room, sitting on the carpet in front of the fireplace with several sheets of parchment and open textbooks splayed out before her.

Jotting down History of Magic notes, her face is scrunched up in the utmost concentration. Fred watches her from where he's sitting on the couch, pouting a little.

"Don't you think you should be resting by now?" tries Fred, the concern in his voice audible as his gaze darts from her to her homework.

She doesn't respond. Fred sighs and gets up off the couch to sit down next to her on the ground. But even then, she doesn't look up from her homework, so Fred takes matters into his own hands and reaches out with his hand to gently cup her cheek, trying to tilt her head towards him.

"Not now, Fred.." she mutters, leaning away from him a little to keep writing. His hand hovers in mid-air, fingers now just barely brushing her face as she's moved away. "I have to.. finish this.."

Her tongue is poking out in concentration as she almost feverishly moves her quill over paper. Fred tries not to feel too dejected and lets her be, waiting until she's broken out of her trance enough to grab her attention again. In the meantime, he props his elbows on his knees, the pout on his lips very much evident as he watches her work. He still doesn't know why she's been acting so distant, and no matter how much he tries to mull things over in his brain, he still doesn't know why exactly she's angry at him. Or if she even is angry.

Was his pick-up line really that bad? Could it maybe be because he'd kept trying to play with her hair in potions class the other day? Or is it because of what he did last week, when he’d talked McGonagall’s ear off about how wonderful a girlfriend he had? Maybe Fred should've been a bit more considerate—[Y/N] has always been a teacher's pet, after all, and he knows that the teachers themselves were surprised when they found out that she was dating him, one-half of the devious Weasley twins who had six O.W.L.s combined..

[Y/N]'s hand stills, and for a moment Fred thinks she's finally finished her homework, but her shoulders have bowed a little and her eyes have closed. The effect this image has on Fred is instantaneous: the pout on his lips is replaced quickly by a fond smile as he lets out a quick breath of slightly dubious laughter and moves to gently tap her on the shoulder.

Slowly, slowly, her eyes blink open.

Another tiny laugh. "You fell asleep for a second there, love," says Fred softly, hand moving to touch her hair, and he's so bloody endeared by her it hurts. Voice a mere mumble like he’s afraid of speaking too loud, he says, "Reckon we should turn in for the night, yeah? You and me both."

There's silence as she exhales, leaning into his touch almost unconsciously as her eyes close and her shoulders slump. "I'm really tired," she tells him quietly, nose wrinkling a little as her mouth stretches open in a yawn. (Good grief, Fred's heart aches.) He scoots forward a little into her, gathering her into his lap where she almost automatically curls up, head on his shoulder and her lips just barely grazing the side of his neck.

Fred can't even remember what he'd been agonizing over just moments before. All his fluttering heart cares about at the moment is his sleepy girlfriend, who's shifting a little in his lap to get herself more comfortable, mumbling something inaudible in her half-asleep state. He has to physically suppress himself from throwing his head back and laughing out loud, because something about the situation he's in is making him feel oddly euphoric. He only has to think about if for a few moments before he realizes why: it's because of how adorable she's being. And Fred’s heart might be melting in his chest—should he be concerned?

"I'm gonna carry you up to your dorm, okay?" says Fred, tone just loud enough to make himself heard but quiet and soft enough so as to not jar her awake. He feels her nod a little against his shoulder. Carefully, he gets to his feet, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back the way a groom would carry his bride. (The thought crosses Fred's head very briefly and just like that he's smiling goofily to himself.)

And the moment is romantic and intimate in a quiet, calming way, until Fred makes the big mistake of murmuring, "I'll fix up your homework and bring it to you so you can work on it tomorrow" and [Y/N] quite literally freezes in his arms. Her entire body goes rigid.

"Homework. Oh, crap." Fully awake now, she lifts her head off of his shoulder, looks back at her pile of homework still on the ground, and then, her panicked eyes meeting his, she says, "Oh, no. No. I can't—I've got to get it done now, Fred."

An incredulous sound tumbles past his lips. "I could've sworn you were asleep two seconds ago.”

She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds before peeling them open again. Fred notes that the bags under them look even more pronounced up close; something that has him frowning at her. “Put me down, please? I really have to get that essay done."

He huffs, shakes his head, and starts walking towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitory. "What—" [Y/N] yelps, looking up at him with an expression that suggests he’s admitted to strangling a rabbit. "Fred, I said put me down—"

"And let you work yourself to death? No can do, love." Fred looks down at her, lips pressed together in a sorry smile as he shakes his head. He lifts his gaze back away from her as he begins climbing up the steps, trying not to jostle [Y/N] too much in his arms. His tone sing-song, he says, “You need to rest. The essay can wait."

[Y/N] opens her mouth to predictably retaliate, but Fred stops halfway up the staircase and presses a kiss to her lips, effectively cutting her off. At first she’s stiff, but it only takes her a few seconds to relax and melt into him.

When Fred pulls away with one last peck to the lips, he smiles down at her, eyes twinkling. “Have I changed your mind with my superior snogging skills?”

Unable to help herself, she lets out an exasperated laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. But even then her gaze lingers on her homework, still on the floor in front of the fireplace—totally not yet finished—

“But I’ve only got a few pages left to go,” she says in one last stroke of adamancy.

”And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay up all night without getting enough sleep?” They’ve reached the top of the staircase now, and Fred is fumbling with the doorknob of her dorm room, trying to open it with one hand without having to set her down.

“But Freddy.”

Fred pauses trying to open the door, lips unconsciously twitching up into an incredulous grin as he raises his eyebrows at her. Of course she had to use his one big weakness against him—he loves when she calls him Freddy. Or perhaps love is a severe understatement, because he always goes all putty in her hands whenever she sings it into his ear or shouts it at him from all the way across the hallways.

But Fred isn’t having it, not this time. “But [Y/N],” he mimics her tone, still grinning, and the voice in his heart tells him to peck her lips again, so he does. “I'm telling you, love, you need sleep. And besides, we’re already here—once I get this door open—aha!”

The door clicks open and reveals behind it the dark seventh year girls’ dorm room. Fred peers inside, unsure as he steps a single hesitant foot through the door, and then he withdraws back into the landing. “Suppose I'll have to drop you off here,” tuts Fred. “Can’t really barge into an all-girls dorm room in the middle of the night—even when I’m with you. Mum would have my head.” Gingerly, he sets her down on the ground, making sure she’s standing up completely before he takes his hands away. Grinning, he holds his palm out towards her and says, “That’ll be twenty galleons.”

”I didn’t even ask for—“

“A kiss, then.”

And her incomplete homework is still lingering in her head, bothering her—she really does need to have that done at least before breakfast tomorrow—but Fred is standing in front of her with the same playful smile that [Y/N] has never learned to resist so she sighs and stands on her tip-toes, places her hand on the back of his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

Fred is smiling—she can feel it against her lips. Eventually she starts smiling too, unable to help herself. When she pulls away, Fred cups her cheeks in his hand and pecks her forehead—and then her nose, and her cheeks, and her eyelids, and then she’s laughing, saying, “What are you doing?”

Fred lands another kiss to the tip of her nose, then drops his hands back to his sides. “You look far too lovely for someone in dire need of sleep.”

At the mention of sleep, a yawn tears its way out of her throat. Fred has to restrain himself from doubling over and sobbing because Merlin’s beard was that adorable.

”Fine,” [Y/N] says through yet another yawn, hand coming up to rub at her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I am tired.”

Fred gasps far too dramatically. “Who ever could have guessed?”

[Y/N] may be sleepy, but she still has enough strength within her to reach out and shove him lightly by the shoulder. Fred is as theatrical as always; he clutches the spot where she’d touched him as though he’s been fatally wounded.

She rolls her eyes, smiling. Another yawn. Fred drops his act and shoves his hands into his pockets, expression somber as he looks at her, eyes dancing over her own tired ones. “Go get some sleep, alright?”

She purses her lips, shoulders slumping in defeat as she nods. “Okay. Suppose I’ll just try to finish it as fast as I can tomorrow.” And then, voice going soft, she says, “Thanks, Fred.”

Fred is so goddamned endeared.

“And. Um.”

”Yes?”

“Sorry about being so bloody cranky. I'm—“ she pauses, eyes darting away for a moment as she gestures wildly to nothing in particular.

Fred raises his eyebrows.

“On my period,” she mutters. “Have I made it awkward? I'm sorry. I just didn’t want you to think you’d done something wrong for me to be acting.. you know.”

Fred’s brows have risen so far up his forehead he’s surprised they haven’t disappeared into his hair. His mouth has fallen open a little in surprise; whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it certainly hadn’t been that. But part of him is relieved at the knowledge that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting like someone pissed in your tea,” says Fred teasingly. She rolls her eyes again—another yawn; the largest one so far, actually. He can’t help the fond laugh that tears its way out of his heart and past his lips. Reaching out, he places a hand on the back of her head and kisses her forehead. “Sweet dreams, love.”

She wraps her arms around his middle and nods into his chest, and Fred’s heart melts. “You too, Freddy.”

—

The next morning, [Y/N] wakes up to a mysteriously completed set of History of Magic homework and a bag of Honeydukes' chocolates on her bedside table.

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Terrible Dancers

Prompt: You are spending the holidays at the burrow with George, Fred, Ginny and the golden trio. The house is packed most of the time, which is fine seeing you love everyone there *cough* especially Fred *cough* but when you get a chance of having some guaranteed alone time, you take it to your advantage. Only realizing you weren't totally alone when Fred comes downstairs to see you dancing around the living room in your pajamas, leading to a dance battle, laughing, and a confession.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cute things, that's it I thing?

A/N:Is this probably the lamest, most corny, most bazar fic I’ve ever written? Yes, but this idea came to me when I was listening to ABBA in the car and I couldn’t not write it, So there will be 80s muggle music references in this to give you the full ⭐experience ⭐ . Anyway I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any fic recs. 

A/N2: I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND OMG PLEASE PLAY THE SONG I’LL WRITE IN WHEN JUST OMG IM CRYING.

You were currently sat on on of the couches in the burrow, your legs kicked up in front of you as you read a book. It was one of the few times you were able to find some quiet in the burrow. You loved the burrow, you thought of it as your second home, but with Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and yourself all staying for the Holidays, you had to admit it was a bit crowded.

However, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had least earlier in the day, saying they were running errands, which was probably code for doing something illegal, but you knew they were fine so you took the opportunity to finally catch up on a book Hermione had recommended to you. 

After about an hour of reading, Molly walked in, greeting you with a smile that lit up the room. You smiled back, marking your place in your book and putting it down beside you.

“Hello dear, the boys and I were going to head off and do some last minute holiday shopping, would you like to join us?” She asked.

“I’ve gotten all my shopping done, so I think I’ll just stay in today if that alright?” You asked.

“Of course! Though you will be here alone, you know where everything is if you need something?” Molly asked, concern in her voice. You nodded.

“Yes, thank you” You smiled.

“Alright, we’ll be back by sundown, try to enjoy the peace and quiet” Molly joked, making you laugh.

“I will, have fun!” You said, watching as Molly left the room headed towards the fireplace, before opening your book again to continue reading.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before you started feeling antsy. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The burrow was known for always being active and full of laughing, happy people, so now that the only sound in the whole house was the steady ticking of the clock, you had to admit, it was a little freaky being the only one here.

You quickly closed your book, and idea popping into your head. You decided to bring your Walkman when you left to go to the burrow just in case you ever needed to block out the noise. You hadn’t used it at all so far, and now seemed like the perfect time.

You ran upstairs into the room you were sharing with Ginny and Hermione, digging through your bag and pulling out the rectangular object. Your parents had made you a mixtape of your favorite songs before you left, and while you loved some popular wizard singers, you missed your music.

You ran back downstairs, putting the Walkman down and pressing play, the music instantly starting up, playing one of your favorite songs.

A Man After Midnight, by ABBA

You walked to the empty area in front of the couch and started to dance, swaying your hips a bit, before starting to sing the words.

“Half past twelve and I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone, how I hate to spend the evening on my own.”

As you were singing you started swaying around the room, grabbing your wand to use as a microphone, and continuing to get more and more energetic as the song went on. 

“Is there a soul out there?”

You stopped moving just tapping your foot, slowly raising the hand that wasn’t holding the wand.

“Someone to hear my prayers........”

“Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight!” You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around the room and singing into your wand. You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t notice the figure walking down the stairs, until-

“Take me through the darkness through the break of the- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Your singing was cut off by the sound of you screaming, well cursing, as you turned around to see Fred staring at you with a confused, half asleep look, a grin spread across his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” You practically yelled, running over to switch off your radio.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Fred laughed, the slight smile he had before now turning into a shit eating grin.

“You know, just.... dancing’” You said, desperately trying to act casual, like your crush of two years didn’t just walk downstairs, shirtless by the way, to see you dancing around like a maniac”

“I can see that. Its awful” Fred joked, making his way down the rest of the stairs and walking over to you.

“Shut up I’m amazing. Wait I thought you and your family were going out shopping” You said, suddenly remembering you were supposed to be alone.

“Yeah, George tried to make me to come along, but I didn’t wake up so my mum left a note” He said, sitting on the couch in front of you.

You nodded in understanding, trying your best to look Fred in the face, instead of letting your eyes wander to his hair which was currently sticking out in all directions. Or toward his chest which was currently bare exposing a constellation of freckles, or at how low his sweatpants were hanging-

“Earth to Y/N” Fred said, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thought.

“Oh yeah, nice, cool” You said nodding, rocking back on your heels.

“What were you listening to, it doesn’t sound familiar?” Fred asked, leaning back on the couch.

“Oh, it’s a muggle band called ABBA, they’re basically music goddesses” You joked, walking over to your Walkman picking it up and handing it him.

“That's a lot of praise, considering your horrible taste in wizard music” He said, making you playfully swat his arm, a fake offended expression crossing your face before smiling, pressing the play button and continuing the song.

“Huh, its actually not bad, what else do you have on this?” He asked smiling.

You smiled back, taking back the Walkman and skipping to the next song, which happened to be “Africa” by Toto.

“This one’s really popular, I think you’ll like it” You said, setting down the Walkman and going to sit next to him.

As the music started I could see Fred starting to bob his Head to the beat.

“I like it so far” Fred said

An hour later, and you and Fred were dancing around the living room, singing at the top of your lungs.

“So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye!” Fred yelled

“So you think you can love me and leave me to die!” You sang back

“Ooooooh baby, don’t do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here” You both sang in unison, Fred playing an air guitar as you sang into your wand.

As the slow started to slow down, you both just started swaying, smiling at each other and catching your breath. Finally after a moment the song ended, making you both laugh.

“That ones my favorite so far” Fred said laughing, going to take a break and sit on the couch, you plopping next to him.

“Its a classic” You laughed, taking a deep breath, trying to cool down from the very intense dancing. 

The next song started up and you instantly recognized it, practically lunging at the small radio to skip the song, but as soon as you hit the pause button, Fred snatched it out of your hands.

“Hey” You yelled, reaching to get the device back which Fred held over his head, making it hard to reach.

“What’s wrong with the next song?” Fred asked, making your face heat up a bit.

“It’s not really dancing music, my parents probably only added it on because they know it’s one of my favorites, but yeah it’s not that good we can skip it” You said quickly, attempting to get the radio back from Fred, but he still kept it over his head.

“Y/N, if you like it than I’m sure its great” Fred said smiling down at you. You let out a breath. You knew he wasn’t going to let it go until you played it.

“Fine” You said, Fred finally handing the radio back. You rewound the song so it would start from the beginning, before taking a breath, and pressing play.

*PLAY CAN’T HELPING FALLING IN LOVE BY ELVIS*

The music picked up, and with it your heartbeat, afraid of what Fred was going to say. You were internally panicking, playing one of the most iconic love songs ever written in front of your long time friend and crush.

You had been friends with this boy since first year. You might even go as far to call him your best friend. Sure there had been flirty moments but most of it was just kidding around, but this was different.

Before you could panic anymore though, Fred had stood up and turned to face you. A sly smile grew across his face before he held out his hand to you.

“Dance with me” 

“...What?” you asked, eyes widening. Were you hearing this right?

“Dance with me” Fred repeated. So without thinking you took his hand and stood up.

He led you to the middle of the living room, moving to put your right hand on his shoulder, holding your left and resting his other hand on your waist, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Trying to make a move on me Weasley?” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe” He said smiling, but it wasn’t his usual joking smile, it was more sincere.

You started to sway to the music, laughing as Fred twirled you, your hand moving back to its original place on Fred's shoulder.

As the music continued to play, you couldn’t help but listen to the lyrics, while looking up at the boy you were dancing with, finding he was already looking at you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be”

Fred suddenly wrapped his arm around your back, moving to dip you backwards, startling a laugh out of you, before he pulled you back up, pulling your chest closer to his, barely leaving any room between you to.

“For I can’t help, falling in love with you”

You moved your hand out of his, instead moving to rest your arms around Fred’s neck, Fred moving his now free hand to your other hip.

“Who taught you how to dance?” You jokingly asked, once again trying to relive the tension that had grown between you too.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m just a natural?” Fred smiled

“Definitely not” You smiled back, making a light chuckle leave his lips.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you”

“I think this might be my new favorite song” Fred said, making you roll your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“Why’s that” You asked, noticing how Fred’s demeanor seemed to get more serious compared to his usual playful attitude.

“Because it’s your favorite song, and you’re my favorite person” Fred said.

The butterflies that were in fluttering in your stomach before were now in a frenzy, your heart beating like crazy. You continued to sway to the music, slowing as the song finally stopped. Fred moved a hand up to move a strand of hair out of your face, before closing the space between you, connecting your lips.

You pulled him closer as well, kissing him back and moving your hands to his hair while his moved back to your waist. After a moment your finally pulled away, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too” You said, making the both of you smile.

“Is that the end of the tape?” Fred asked, noticing that the music wasn’t continuing.

“Yep, but I have another one one second” You said, moving out of Fred’s grasp to sprint up the stairs, Fred laughing behind you.

You came back downstairs, a new tape in ahnd. You quickly switched out the tack and pressed play, waiting for the music to start.

“Who did you say was your favorite person again?” Fred asked as you walked back over to him, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him. He moved to take a step back and stumbled, tripping over the book you had put down earlier, and because you were already holding him, you fell as well.

“Shit! Are you ok?” You asked, landing on Fred’s chest, looking up at his face to see him laughing, sending you into a fit of laughter as well, before you were both cut off by the sound of the Walkman playing that oh so familiar Saxophone.

You would have appreciated the irony, but before you could you heard the front door open, looking over to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry all looking at you... laying on top of a shirtless Fred..... with careless whisper playing in the background.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you said, quickly sitting up, Fred helping you to stand so you could turn off the music.

“My eyes!” Ron shrieked

“She fell we weren’t!-” Fred started.

“We don’t want to hear it pervs” Harry said, a slightly joking tone in his voice.

“For shame” Hermione said shaking her head disappointedly, but as the two other boys left towards their room, she gave you a quick thumbs up before running off as well.

You listened in silence as the three ran up the stairs, the door slamming behind them. There were a few seconds of silence between you and Fred, neither of you knowing how to process what just happened.

“You know, we could do what it looked like” Fred said slyly.

“Fred!”

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A/N: I’m not going to lie, I think the ending is hilarious. Any who, I hope you enjoyed this super sappy, almost cringe worthy fic. Feel free to leave requests if you want. 

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hi, remember that murder snily au i'm always talking abt but never have anything to show for? yeah, i've scrapped it like six times now and i finally have a version of it i'm marginally satisfied with. so, here you go, this is the first part of maybe three or four, i think? have fun:

anger

/ˈaŋɡə/

noun

noun: anger; plural noun: angers

1. Normal anger does not split open one's ribcage and wind itself around their heart. Normal anger does not coat itself in venom and sit behind one's teeth and hide under their tongue and lie patiently in wait. Normal anger is not cold and slow and remorseless. Lily thinks that what she calls anger is normal. Lily does not realise that she is extraordinary.

Lily's brand of anger is decidedly... different. What, exactly, makes it so different isn't exactly obvious to her, but she knows that it's not like anyone else's. At least, not as far as she's aware. Hers is a cold sort of anger, an all-encompassing thing that bites and burns and hurts. It's patient, too, winding in and around her ribcage and clawing its way upwards to settle behind her teeth, waiting for a reason to show itself. It's protective, aiming to eliminate a threat before it has a chance to do further damage.

She's... aware of her anger. Not very much so, but it's seen the light of day often enough to be familiar to her. She doesn't know it, though, hasn't made herself properly acquainted with the more... unfortunate spectrum of her emotions, and that is what makes it truly dangerous.

When she feels something scratching at her insides and festering beneath a vindictive sort of justice at seeing Black and Potter and Lupin and Pettigrew suffer the displeasure of the Slytherins, she thinks it's anger. She finds herself in a dusty, unused classroom in the dungeons, helping to refine a brutal spell designed to rend the flesh of anyone unlucky enough to be on the wrong end of it and she thinks it's anger that curls around her and whispers into her ear, "Make sure it hurts."

It isn't. She calls it anger, claims it a necessity, insists that she's protecting her best friend, but she doesn't realise she's mistaken.

The story of the "Prank" gets out—doctored, of course, to keep Black out of Azkaban, and Lupin away from execution—and Lily titters into the back of her hand when she hears it told in bits and pieces throughout the corridors.

"Did you hear?"

"Who would've thought—"

"—bloody idiots went into the Forest! At night! What kind of—"

"—ll five of them, yeah. Can't figure out for the life of me how they managed to get Snape to go—"

"—must've dragged 'im kicking an' screamin', I'm telling y—"

"—Gryffindors, my left tit! Damn cowards just ran off and left Lupin and Snape to deal with—"

"—no clue what happened, but have you seen the scars?"

"—out of the Hospital Wing, already? How—"

"—down fifty points! All because that lot wanted to play jokes aga—"

She smiles, a tiny, smug thing that she doesn't notice, and moves on. The Slytherins are properly riled up now, Rosier and Mulciber and Wilkes and Avery hovering around her and Severus with expressions she can't describe as anything but sadistic. At some point, she realises that their presence makes her feel much less uncomfortable than it did a week ago. She doesn't dwell on it, ignoring the small part of her that worries and shivers in favour of leaning over Severus's shoulder to read about the sort of magic that appears in nightmares.

She grips her wand, idly twirling the twelve-and-a-half inches of willow and dragon heartstring as she skims over detailings of ancient, arcane magic. It's always about blood, she thinks, staring a diagram of a pricked finger dripping red into a cauldron. Potion for Transferring Magic from One Wizard to Another, the heading proclaims. She shakes her head, accidentally knocking into Severus's in the process. "Ow."

He winces a little, and then tells her, "I'm turning the page."

She hums, eyes glued to a book she wouldn't dare look at not even a week ago, and says, "Okay."

It's fascinating, Lily has to admit. Gruesome in some cases and horrific in others, yes, but there's something... mesmerising about it, something hideously captivating in the way that the diagrams seem to eagerly demonstrate their attached spells. On the page, a young wizard is neatly flayed alive, the entire process precise. Her stomach rolls, but Lily can't seem to tear her gaze away for even a second. She doesn't think about it.

She doesn't think about a lot of things, actually, staunchly refusing to acknowledge the way she finds herself drawn away from her Housemates and friends, instead choosing to orbit around her best friend and the seemingly endless rotation of Dark Arts tomes he's somehow gotten his hands on.

Mary's sick of her excuses, she knows, responding to every one with a nod and an, "Oh, alright, then," in that tone that lands somewhere in the middle of disappointment, exasperation and concern.

Marlene has given up entirely, the whole of their interactions reduced to simple greetings in the hall and nods when they pass each other between classes.

Dorcas is nice about it, still catching her arm on the way to breakfast, still offering to study with her when they're all together in the Common and she doesn't want anyone to feel left out. It's undeniable, though, that her smile isn't near as warm as it used to be and it's tinged with worry at the corners.

No one makes it a secret of what they think about her recent activities. And as for the company she's keeping? Well, they'd always been particularly vocal about that.

Things must come to a head eventually, and they do, not even ten minutes after Professor Sprout has dismissed them from the classroom on Wednesday afternoon. She hears the whispers first, half of them from students she doesn't even know, has never said a word to.

"—conspiring with snakes—"

"—think it's the first time I've heard of a Gryff going Dark—"

"—ck was right about her, she's got no—"

Something ugly twists in her chest, and she forces her feet to turn and move, one step after the other. She can make it to the Common Room reasonably quickly, she thinks, and then she catches the self-proclaimed Marauders outside the Great Hall. Or rather, they catch her.

"You can do better than a bunch of slimy snakes, Evans," Potter crows, and she stops dead in her tracks. "Why bother with them when you've got a fine piece of Gryffindor right here?"

"Get lost," she says, the words ground flat between grit teeth.

Potter does not get lost. "Come on, Evans," he continues. "You're not acting like a proper Gryffindor. Where's your House loyalty? I can guarantee that chivalry and bravery are much better than whatever they're offering." It sounds... like a taunt, and this is when Lily realises that what she's been feeling isn't anger.

"Chivalry? Bravery? What would you know about any of that? It's not very chivalrous to corner students four-to-one, now, is it?" She hisses her words, each one more scathing than the last, and as she spits them out, every last one dripping venom, she realises that she wants it to hurt. "And it certainly doesn't seem brave to leave behind someone who needs help because you got cold feet! I'm not a proper Gryffindor? No, I think you've got it wrong, James. If you want to see an improper Gryffindor, the whole lot of you can go right ahead and look in a bloody mirror! I will not be talked down to by the likes of spiteful little cowards like you! I'm more Gryffindor than all four of you put together, but if you're what our House is supposed to look like, then I want nothing to do with it!"

Her ears are ringing when she's done, the whole world narrowed down to one singular focal point, the group of boys headed by the one who'd been desperate to get her attention and regrets it now that he has it. She looks at each of them in turn, summoning a contempt she didn't know she possessed until now. "Save your breath," she snaps, when Black's jaw unlocks, and she turns around and walks away.

Something slots into the place at the back of her mind, and she thinks, oh, her fingers itching to wrap themselves around her wand and whisper the words that will turn them inside out, call the blood from their pores and make it sing. Something clicks, when she thinks about she felt just then, and she can tell the difference quite clearly, very easily, between pure, white-hot, blinding rage and what she's been calling anger. She doesn't know what it really is, and she doesn't want to. She doesn't think about it, either, simply pushes the entire realisation to the back of her head and thinks, oh.

It changes... very little. Something inside of her has changed, and she finds herself growing steadily more unbothered by the voice in her that tells her about old, forbidden magicks of the body and the mind and the blood. It's always about blood.

She doesn't bother reading over Severus's shoulder anymore, the two of them scribbling notes as the pages flip on their own once they've both finished reading.

What does change things is when Rosier corners her after Defence one day, a sealed envelope held in his hand.

"What's this?" Lily asks, eyeing the pristine letter suspiciously. She might get along with the Slytherins much better now—especially after the incident with the Marauders that Rosier had found particularly amusing—but she can't say she truly trusts them.

"An invitation," he says, and before she can speak, he continues. "Every rule has its exceptions. We'd thought there was only room for one Mudblood prodigy, but it looks like there's space for two."

"Don't call me that," she bites, and he waves the envelope at her.

"Think about it. As it stands now, men like Potter and Dumbledore are holding too many of the cards. Men who would let people die and then cover it up to save their own hides. Don't you want to see them get what's coming to them?"

"There's no difference between you and them," she says.

"Isn't there? We've never claimed to be good."

She stares at him, silent.

"It's a new age, Evans. Don't you want to change the world?" he asks.

She takes the envelope.

anyways, i hope you enjoyed that! thanks for reading :)