#mediocre daydreams

[madaqueue]

I'M GONNA EAT YOUUUUUUUUUU I LOVE THE THEME SOOO SO SO MUCH IT'S SO FUCKING PRETTYYY OH MY GODDDDD - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY IM GOING TO BITE YOU CAN WE KISS WITH TEETH ILL BE SOOOO NORMAL ABOUT IT I SWEAR I WONT BITE HARD AT ALL (lie) ICKDKDKDKKDMDMDNDMD I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU

[deconstructivesurgery]

features i personally consider essential to a jonathan crane costume design (which I've been attempting to formulate into a drawing somehow forever):

- some kind of hat or headpiece instead of just the burlap bag head, or at least some kind of cloak hood like Arkham Knight

- no gas mask. I get why people love it, but I've always been of the mind that it's funnier to see him not taking safety precautions towards his own substances, especially following my preference for the idea of him being relatively immune/desensitized to his own creation through repeat intentional self-administration, and i like the look of the burlap masks better when they're done right.

- noose around neck. of course. taking this away in my opinion is like taking the wings off an angel

-some kind of rope bondage across the arms, legs, torso, or multiple/all of these areas. i really truly love the designs where he's just like, wrapped. bonus points if you go the extra mile with the Implication and make some of those wrappings patterned in an even More intentionally bondage-adjacent design. number one psychosexually themed jonathan crane enjoyer, me

- gloves! gloves that aren't burlap, especially if we're running with the needle gloves. I don't want to overcram him with too many details, but I love adding a few features w/different textures to a design that I'd otherwise heavily limit to his usual brown burlap over most of the body. probably rubber or latex of an industrial kind, black over blue because I don't think blue would fit the colour scheme too nicely.

- maybe (depending on how these other factors are combined) something like that straitjacket-type shirt he has in Year One. would love to incorporate that again

- regular ass boots

-if you want to get real fancy with it, make some of the canisters of his toxin he keeps equipped fixed Visibly to his costume instead of presumably held on the inside of the fabric

[anglerflsh]

You like Epic the Musical?!

I have a vastity of opinions on it as a piece but i did listen to it a lot and some of my friends really like it so

[alackofghosts]

years and years and years ago, dad would leverage his #influencer status to get access to various theatre companies' archived recordings and rerecord them on vhs. a lot of it was terrible because. that's just how theatre is when you see a lot of it, but man i miss the days of being able to rewatch some... the things i would do for a chance to see paunvere poisid again (and again)

[daisywords]

they should make a support group for people who love to sing but are cursed with mediocre voice

[holdinbacksecrets]

kitchen cabinets, green

sheer curtains, a gift from your mother

tile floors, white and black

cats perched on window sills

chai tea mornings

wait, the coffee

drip drip

big pan, 6 eggs

big plate, slices of toast

jam jar open, strawberry rhubarb

bare thighs, seated at the kitchen table

white t shirt, yours

quiet, sharing smiles

quiet, but humming tunes

quiet, a love-consumed room

[rosy-eyedsweetpea]

I am not a good artist, but I want to post some of my drawings here. The characters I draw the most are my “alter-egos” and how I imagine them. I’ve created them as a way to calm myself down, like, have a role to play when I am feeling a certain way, and they embody VERY specific parts of my being, maybe a bit flanderized (hope I am using that word right.)

So, does anyone want to see my drawings? I am shy about them, but I really want them to be seen.

[sunshine-sparkle]

[14thgalerie]

harry potter reads.

marauder's era

sirius black —

what side are you on? by @lustsickforyou

you deserve love, too by @fourmoony

attention by @igncrantbliss

two strangers by @inpraizeof

all i want by @maraudersjukebox

heart stamp by @shadowbriar

don't leave by 14thgalerie (of course, i had to put myself here)

james potter —

you’re unbelievable by @livinginshambles

you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming

time warp series by @astonishment

walk you home by @astonishment

why didn’t we work out by @astonishment

i’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles

i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

no longer yours by @singmyaubade

you’re losing me series by @astonishment

25 by 14thgalerie

shampoo thief by 14thgalerie

i peeled my orange today by 14thgalerie

remus lupin —

wherever you stray, i follow series by @mediocre-daydreams

you’re losing me by @astonishment

quiet curiosity by 14thgalerie

regulus black —

unearthed by @cherryslyce

second son by @cherryslyce

golden trio's era

theodore nott —

i think he knows by @dreamcubed

i thought you knew by @agirlsguidetolove

missing you by @battinscn

love is sour grapes by @patrophthia

path to you by 14thgalerie

the one by 14thgalerie

dreamin' of him by 14thgalerie

tell me why by 14thgalerie

mattheo riddle —

the muggle mixtape by @writersblockedx

cat’s out of the bag by @rilakeila

other characters

tom riddle —

for the love that used to be here by @fatesundress

mortem expetere by @little-diable

faded ink of the fated by @cardansriddle

to be loved by @darkmagic-s

home by 14thgalerie

theseus scamander —

pay no attention to the magizoologist by @captainsophiestark

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

Let Me Help You

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Grumpy Sunshine Series

You knew something was off with Bucky the moment he came home. He kept rubbing his left shoulder, a deep grimace on his face.

You asked him what was wrong and he brushed it off saying it was just a tough mission. You didn't want to push him, so you let it go. You curled into his side on the couch, reading a book as he played with your hair.

And then he winced. Once. Twice. You've just about had it when he winces again. For the third time.

You snap your book shut. "Alright, that's it!"

"What?"

"Take off your shirt," you order.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow, a smirk slightly tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Really?"

"What? No!" You playfully swat his chest. "You're obviously in pain!"

“Aw…” Bucky dismissively waves his hand at you. "It's not that bad."

"It's been bugging you since you got back."

"I just overdid it a little. I'm fine." Even as the words leave his mouth, you can tell he's fighting back another wince.

"It's hard to see you like this."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine!" you insist. "I know you don't like other people seeing your arm, and I know you've said no to trying physical therapy, so if you're not going to go ask for help then just let me try to help you. Please?"

He deeply sighs, but considering that even the small rise and fall of his shoulders is sending pain radiating all through his shoulder, he's pretty sure he does need your help. "Fine..."

Your fingers trail over the metal plate holding his arm in place. As you flip the release trigger, he grits his teeth, a huff of relief leaving his lips as the vibranium arm detaches from the joint.

"Baby..." Your voice wavers slightly. It makes you want to cry for him. "It's really swollen. This had to have been bothering you."

"I'm used to it," he grumbles.

Your heart clenches for him. That was the problem. He was used to it. Far too used to pain. Far too used to dealing with it on his own. "I'm gonna go grab you some ice."

You return with an ice pack in hand moments later. He hisses as the coolness presses against his scarred flesh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he nods. "Thank you."

"All I did was grab an ice pack."

He grabs your unoccupied hand, kissing your palm, "No, thank you for caring. Sometimes, I forget that I'm not alone anymore."

"You'll never be alone. Not as long as I'm here." You press a gentle, feather light kiss to his shoulder, "From now on, promise you'll tell me when your arm's bothering you?"

He hums as your hand gently kneads his shoulder blade, soothing away the radiating ache and pain, "I promise."

AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series

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[a-reverii]

▸ REVERII'S DECEMBER FIC RECS

━━ ✰ THE WIZARDING WORLD.

sirius black

aren't promises meant to be broken? ⇢ @perpetuallydaydreaming

style. ⇢ @bealovesmarauders

his favorite neighbour. ⇢ @kquil

attention. ⇢ @/kquil

right where i want to be. ⇢ @appocalipse

the dark night. ⇢ @bruisedboys

oblivious. ⇢ @bitesizedgremlin

regulus black

hidden messages in foreign languages. ⇢ @applebutter-and-cinnamon

vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche. ⇢ @/deactivated

his last letter. ⇢ @hamlets-ak

tricks and charms. ⇢ @curseofaphrodite

across the sea. ⇢ @/curseofaphrodite

the night we met. ⇢ @/curseofaphrodite

frosted practices. ⇢ @henqtic

remus lupin

by tired hands. ⇢ @luveline

skirts. @flwrbo

not so secret admirer. @/kquil

you're losing me. @astonishment

never his. @weasleykisses

wherever you stray i follow. @mediocre-daydreams

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[aethon-recs]

30 Tomarrymort Recs for 2024 — One-Shot Edition (Part 2)

2024 recs continued! Here's a round-up of some of the most compelling one-shots that I came across in 2024 that I hope showcases the diversity of talent in our ship across a broad range of tropes and themes and ratings 🤍

Criteria for this list: one-shot, complete, published in 2024. Can be read in 1 sitting. Overall for 2024, I've split up the year-end recs into 3 parts: (1) Completed Multi-Chapter Fics, (2) One-Shots, (3) WIPs. Here’s the link back to Part 1: Completed Multi-Chapter Fics. 

The 3rd and last part of this list (WIPs/Longfics updated in 2024) will be posted soon. Happy reading!

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A Moment of Curiosity (or Weakness) by koel7 (E, 6k, complete)

“I’m having these dreams,” Harry says. “You’re in every one of them. I think you’ve been in them for a long time, I just didn’t know it was you.” Tom inclines his head, and Harry sees the red eyes. He sees deathly, pale skin, and a flash of green light. “Do you remember?”

a pale horse by @ictyn (E, 7k, complete)

Harry, a penniless orphan, struggles to survive under the superstitious judgement of his isolated puritan community. One day, a vile omen is left before the church, an omen which portends only doom. The elders choose to cast Harry out, sending him as a sacrifice to a crumbling castle. The Dark Lord waits within, ravenous for the taste of his blood and the sweetness of his soul.

A Prank Unlike Any Other by A_Single_Cactus (E, 2k, complete)

It was April Fools’ Day. Harry decides to prank Riddle by acting differently. He decides to act nice. It doesn’t go as planned.

Adhesion by @telelli-writes (T, 5k, complete)

Overachieving sixth-year prefect Tom Riddle is on the fast track to be Head Boy next year, a Department Head by thirty, and Minister for Magic by forty. Harry Potter, Quidditch star and the most popular boy in school, doesn't factor anywhere into those plans or Tom's life. Until Professor Slughorn pairs the two of them together on a Potions project.

bad guy by @circleofplanets (M, 5k, complete)

Considered the power couple of Hogwarts, Tom Marvolo Riddle and Harry James Potter have been the topic of interest ever since they got together. A series of interviews getting close and personal with their friends and their outsider perspective on the famed couple.

Blood of the Covenant by @solelyseeking (E, 10k, complete)

Perhaps more than Parseltongue ran through Tom's veins. The Gaunts carried a hunger in their blood- not just for power, as is their right- but for each other. Tom thinks of the way their legacy had dripped from Harry's tongue, later that night, as his wrist works beneath the covers. He feels no shame for his urges. Tradition is sacred, after all. And Tom had always wanted a family.

Consume by @known-concepts (E, 4k, complete)

Something goes awry during Voldemort's resurrection, the balances of life and death are upset, and there is only one way to fix it.

cult classic by @aitafrog (G, 3k, complete)

For his whole life, Harry’s been looking forward to leaving behind the Dursleys and making his own fresh start. He’d envisioned endless opportunities ahead of him, with countless ways of reinventing himself. But for all of his daydreams and plans, he never quite imagined his fresh start involving the infamous cult leader Tom Riddle.

Customer Service by lilacscented (T, 6k, complete)

Furious at Borgin & Burkes’ blatant false advertising and shoddy customer service, Harry spends his Christmas Eve on a quest for Justice. Tom, meanwhile, is just punching the clock for some holiday pay. Both of them end up getting more than they bargained for.

deadbolt by @duplicitywrites (E, 8k, complete)

Tom is stunning at sixteen. He has always been an exception in a sea of mediocrity, a chameleon of sorts, conducting himself with the arrogance of genius astride the pity of orphanhood. Each facet of Tom Riddle is a domino on the path of Voldemort; it is up to you to divert them. Or: Harry goes back in time again, and again, and again.

don't blame the stork by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (T, 10k, complete)

Harry feels a little adrift after the war, so Magic decides he needs a baby, Magical Britain decides he needs to be Minister, and Voldemort decides he needs some company.

Eternal Hunt by @metalomagnetic (E, 3k, complete)

Harry wants to be good. Tom wants Harry.

Fearsome Thing by @0p4l3sc3nc3 (NR, 13k, complete)

It was him. The angel. "P-pleased to meet you," Tom murmured, and then cursed his tongue for the stutter, and his throat for the raspy tone of his voice, and his heart for being a traitor. And the angel—Harry, he had to remember that name now, it was of utmost importance—smiled at him. "The pleasure is mine.”

Heartbeats by @cyandenial (T, 10k, complete)

Harry Potter, a medical student, volunteered to help in St Mungo's hospital for the summer, to gain extra credits and some practical experience. He was assigned to look over one old man, a task no one wanted, because Tom Riddle wasn’t making it easy for anyone. His horrible attitude brought about every nurse to tears, and Harry was determined not be among those who cried. To everyone's surprise, he managed somehow… Until he didn't.

his love life and death by @noctelier (T, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle doesn’t get sick. His immune system, just like the rest of him, is extraordinary. Incomparable. No one would dare suggest otherwise. Which is why everyone goes silent when he starts to cough. Or: Tom contracts Hanahaki Disease, knows what he must do about it, and decides he’s better than all that (until he doesn’t).

Ho, Ho, Ho by @moontearpensfic (E, 3k, complete)

Tom's parents take him shopping at the mall, where he scopes out snake paraphernalia and a Santa Claus with pretty green eyes.

if the moon should ever doubt by @fericide (M, 6k, complete)

They meet in the Astronomy Tower.

Mistletoe Managed by @tommarvoloriddlesdiary (T, 3k, complete)

“What’s so bad about magical mistletoe?” Harry asks. Hermione sighs, “Well, magical mistletoe won’t let a person go until they share a heartfelt kiss... So he'll be there a while.”

O Come, All Ye Faithful by @shyinsunlight (E, 3k, complete)

The sanctity of midnight mass requires dignity, composure, and absolutely not dropping the thurible when Harry fucking Potter walks in fifteen minutes late. Harry, who hasn’t darkened the church door since last Easter, and who’s apparently decided Christmas Eve is the perfect time to make his triumphant return to worship.

paint your eyes with sunsets by @boyneptunee (T, 5k, complete)

Tom moves to a new apartment building where he more or less gets himself a boyfriend and a family. Oh, and there's also a cat.

Resonating Souls by @endlessburningdarkness (E, 4k, complete)

Minister Riddle has an unusually dream filled night.

Roughly 19 Years Later by @dividawrites (E, 2k, complete)

Platform 9¾ is a nice place for reunions.

seven by lilacscented (T, 7k, complete)

Harry meets Tom Riddle on the first day of school. He has just turned seven. “So you’re like me,” he says, a statement, not a question. “Meet me in the woods later this afternoon.”

Soil by @ratzeebatz (T, 11k, complete)

The thing about Tom, and many people were aware of this, is that he had a combination of traits that made him both dangerous and infinitely appealing to anyone that spoke to him.  Or: Tom Riddle is a murderous herbologist, and Harry smells better than anything he's smelled before.

stumbling into wonderful by @satflesk22 (E, 5k, complete)

The Ministry sees fit to meddle at Hogwarts in an attempt at curtailing rising pureblood sentiments, to try and lure prospective recruits away from the Dark Lord Nott. Unsurprisingly, the Heir of Slytherin is stuck together in a room with the Chosen One. The worst part is that it bloody works.

The Betrayal (and Boon) of One's Own Biology by @riverxsong-ao3 (E, 7k, complete)

Tom Riddle had always known he was destined for greatness. As a young wizard, he was certain he would present one day as an Alpha - strong, powerful, in charge. When he did not, he came to accept that he must, in fact, be a Beta. Then, one day, everything changed.

The Descent by @chaos-bear (E, 5k, complete)

Secrets, grief and blood magic collide in the depths of the Austrian Alps.

The Good Knight by @mosiva (E, 9k, complete)

Harry and Tom drifted apart at Hogwarts, and Harry hasn’t seen Tom in years as she’s off travelling the world. But Harry doesn’t have time to be sad about it. She’s got problems closer to home – like helping the Order of the Phoenix to combat the recent rise of one Lord Voldemort.

the thing lay dead by @duplicitywrites (E, 7k, complete)

In the end, there was one body that all refused to touch. It unnerved people to see even the corpse. Harry tended to him, this man made mortal. Smooth, alabaster skin and thin, brittle bones. Peaceful in death as he had never been in life. No longer a monster. Now a body, just like everyone else.

this is my persona, secret lover (he's my collar) by souliloquium (M, 3k, complete)

Some things are the same, some things are different. Harry is not the Boy Who Lived. He still finds the locket. And Tom finds him.

We Bow to Each Other, Harry by @liquidluckandstuff (T, 4k, complete)

Harry falls asleep with the Horcrux around his neck and has a very strange dream.

When the Weight is Gone by @marrythemonstersao3 (M, 7k, complete)

In the quiet after the war is over, Harry feels the empty space in his soul like a missing limb. Eventually, his grief and longing come to a head when Death offers him a choice: to move on for good, or go back and do it over again.

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[moonpascaltoo]

sirius black

MASTERLIST • THE MARAUDERS • 07/23/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

sirius black two

𑣲 heart stamp I @shadowbriar

A good for nothing like him surely deserve no soulmate, Sirius believes, but when the heart is starved of something, someone, the universe throws him into another round of misery.

𑣲 don’t leave I @14thgalerie

𑣲 little lies I @amiableness

James asks Sirius and Y/n to pretend to date after he blurts out they are to Lily.

𑣲 tulips part 2 part 3 I @/amiableness

After finding out Remus Lupin has found himself a girlfriend, a devastated Y/n L/n asks Sirius Black to help her get over him. Except Sirius has feelings for her.

𑣲 come back, be here part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 I @ellecdc

After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. How will Sirius react when he finally gets his love back, but you don't seem to recognize any of them?

𑣲 bartender!sirius I @moonstruckme

𑣲 bet trope I @ddejavvu

𑣲 borrowed sweaters, stolen kisses I @wizardwritings

In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into the Marauders’ dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the jacket you snatched was Sirius’ favorite jumper.

𑣲 lovesick!sirius I @theemporium

𑣲 sirius has a girlfriend I @/theemporium

𑣲 incident with a time turner I @robynlilyblack

When a confrontation with Peter goes wrong, y/n Potter is sent 10 years into the future

𑣲 rain I @/robynlilyblack

Y/n has been in love with James for years, watching painfully from the side-lines as he failed to woo Lily. When they finally get together she finds comfort in her best friend, as time passes she finds herself falling for him but will it end up the same way or will she get her happy ending this time?

𑣲 dulled I @finnwrld

When Arthur couldn’t go to the department of mysteries you had to go instead, knowing you are going to die you use your last amounts of straight to apparate to number 12 Grimmauld Place.

𑣲 puppy I @violetrainbow412-blog

𑣲 dealbreaker I @luveline

you work in a bookstore. sirius keeps finding reasons to need books.

𑣲 chatty!reader I @/luveline

𑣲 the unlikely pair I @daydreams-turned-into-nightmares

a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, both just recently been through breakups, uses each other as rebound dates to the Yule Ball, but the night ended with something a bit more

𑣲 if i tell you I @/daydreams-turned-into-nightmares

you’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, but he’s too prideful to say anything, and you don’t want to just be another casual flirt. So, neither of you tell the other about your feelings for one another.

𑣲 hypocrisy I @wolfmoonmusic

James doesn’t seem to want anyone other than Lily. So after one point, you decide to stop trying

𑣲 if you love me let me know I @theweasleysredhair

Y/n decides she isn’t going to wait forever for Sirius to make a move... maybe he needs a nudge in the right direction. In which Sirius gets extremely jealous over the prospect of Y/n going on a date with someone other than himself.

𑣲 apparition accident I @mediocre-daydreams

sirius accidentally apparates into your bed instead of his.

𑣲 sweet rubbish I @shadowbriar

Their game of love hate pretend has to put to halt as Sirius gazed into the crystal ball.

𑣲 late night cravings I @bobluvbot

you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it)

𑣲 brothers best friend I @lauryri

In which Sirius Black finds comfort in the person he least expects.

𑣲 worth it I @hemmingsleclerc

where Sirius is completely in love with James's sister, but everytime he wants to ask her on a date somehow ends up doing something embarrassing

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - You Don't Deserve It

“Your total is one hundred and twenty-seven dollars and fifty-eight cents,” the cashier beams from across her register, a little too friendly for your liking. You never understood why or how some people went on about their day so happily, like the world wasn’t quite literally crumbling underneath them. That’s how it has always felt for you most days. You nod to the bubbly cashier, plastering a fake, toothless smile on your face as you swipe the credit card your father so graciously gifted you for all your needs and wants. 

You were always your dad’s main priority in life, being the only child your parents had, it was easy for him to put you first. He never felt the need to remarry after your mom left, your dad wanted to raise you on his own, and he did just that until you were ready to fly the coop - with his help, of course. Your apartment was the first place you had ever lived alone, and while it wasn’t everything you expected it to be, emphasis on your obnoxious upstairs neighbors, you were grateful for what you had. Normally, your father would be on your tail about managing money correctly, not partying too late, making sure the doors were locked, etc. – Lately, you couldn’t help but notice your dad wasn’t checking in on you as he usually did the first few months of you being on your own. You weren’t complaining though, you didn’t miss his random surprise visits at all hours of the day. On second thought, it was kind of lonely without them. 

Nearly a block away from your apartment building, you have your groceries bags laced around your arms as you follow your route home, quickening your pace as light raindrops pitter patter along the sidewalk. The rain starts to down pour with each long stride you take, almost like it was racing you to a finish line, “fuck!” you groan, stomping your foot in a growing puddle beneath you. Just your luck.

By the time you reach the front door of your building, you were completely soaked, little beads of water form at the ends of your sleeves as you dig in your bag to find your keys. That’s when it hit you – you didn’t have your keys that unlocked the security door to your building, you only brought the set of keys that went to your personal apartment door. You throw your head back in disappointment, letting another loud groan escape from your lungs, stamping your foot at the pavement below you, “this can’t be happening.” 

There you were – soaking wet, shriveled to a prune, as you tucked your small frame and all of your bagged groceries underneath the patio awning, your back pressed against the wooden door, hoping someone would open it at any moment. You didn’t care if you went tumbling down the steep steps of your mediocre apartment building as soon as they did either, at least you’d be able to get up and go inside where it was warm. It had been well over an hour since the rain had started, your arms hug your chest as you shake violently, the cold breeze sweeping your hair thru the wind. It wasn’t the best week for you – you were late clocking in twice and last night you burnt your dinner, luckily the fire alarm didn’t go off. It was finally Friday, and you had plans to go out with a few friends, a few drinks were well deserved after this shitty week. 

“Y'locked out?” the same familiar deep, husky voice from a few nights ago drags you from your daydream, making you look up to see the exact person you expected – your annoyingly loud, yet extremely sexy, upstairs neighbor. You sniffle, blinking away the tears that brimmed the waterlines of your eyes, ready to blame it on the harsh wind if he asked. As sensitive as you were, you hated it whenever someone saw you cry, it didn't matter if you shared a close bond with them or not. One thing you absolutely hated was other perceiving you as weak. You suck in a sharp breath as you examine the man in front of you; he was dressed in light blue jeans, a white t-shirt, steel toe boots, and a brown Carhartt jacket, all of which were splattered in some type of white paint, plaster, or saw dust. The umbrella he held kept his messy hair perfectly dry as he stared down at you with a set of furrowed brows, his gaze hardening once he notices your signature eye roll. If he was being completely honest, he thought it was the cutest eye roll he had ever seen, but he’d never tell you that. 

You let out a huff, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear, “I forgot my key to the stupid security door,” you grumble, not wanting to make eye contact with him. Normally, you could give a fuck less if you were a bitch to anyone, but the events form a few nights before left you wondering if you should’ve been nicer to your upstairs neighbor. You had a bad habit of reacting off of your emotions. Instead of thinking things thru, you usually acted on the first emotion bestowed upon you. It didn’t matter if you were happy, sad, or pissed. When hade no problem letting people know how you felt, you weren’t one to hide it. It was a gift and a curse at the same time.

“Well,” he starts, a sly smirk pulling at his lips, “I’d let you in if you weren’t such a brat to me the other night.” You watch as he digs a hand in his pocket and pulls out a set of keys, nodding to you like wants you out of his way. 

“I was not — just let me in, it’s freezing, and I’ve been out here for an hour,” your voice trembles as you attempt to get the words out. You watch as his eyes look you up and down, his smirk fading slightly before letting out a scoff, “a please would be nice — or I don't know, maybe an apology.”

Maybe apologizing to him wasn’t such a bad idea, who wants to feud with their upstairs neighbor? Looking up to see the scowl engraved deep into face, his eyebrows knitted together once again – it made you change your mind, only pissing you off more. You match his energy, folding your arms tighter against your chest, “you should be apologizing for disturbing my sleep every night of my life.” You try your hardest to keep your eyes locked on him, but his arctic blues stare right thru you, too piercing to let you take control. It was a challenge, and you loved a challenge. The air around you slowly decreases as he takes a step forward, so close your breasts are almost pressed against him. You can feel his chest vibrate as he lets out a low chuckle, “is that so?” you watch as he leans down to unlock the door, challenging the proximity even more than he already was, the smell of his cologne wafting over you. You couldn’t tell if you felt uncomfortable or too comfortable with him being this close to you. It nearly makes your heart jump out of your chest, you quickly sidestep him, no longer protected by the small awning; the cold rain pours down on you. 

You watch his chest deflate as he lets out a breathy sigh, pulling the door open, and grabbing a few of your grocery bags that sat, soaked, on the welcome mat. Saving yourself from anymore embarrassment, you scoop the remainder of the bags up, holding out your arms for him to add on the ones he had, “I got it,” you tell him confidently. He threads the bags over your arms, weighing them down slightly. Another low chuckle escaping his lips, “y’sure you got it?” 

His question makes you a bit irritated. Leave it to a man to think a woman can do a simple task such as carrying her own groceries up three flights of stairs. A light scoff leaves your lips as you sneak past him, “I got it – thanks,” you mutter before lugging the heavy plastic bags up the stairs. “Oh – kay,” he stretches out, following behind you quickly. You lean on the rail for some form of support, unknowingly giving your undeniably sexy upstairs neighbor the perfect view of your ass as you make your way up the three long flights of stairs. You can feel his eyes burning a deeper and deeper hole into your backside with each step you take. Little you know, he was in a mental battle, trying to stop himself from reaching out and claiming what he really wanted to. Once you reach your floor, you heavy foot your way to the stairwell door, fumbling to free a hand so you can open it. To your surprise, your neighbor comes to rescue once again, you can feel the warmth of his body radiating off of yours as he yanks the door open. You look up at him, his hypnotizing eyes staring down at you much like before, “uhrm – thanks.”

The same grouchy expression still stuck on his face, “no problem,” his sounds gruffly, his voice echoing off the empty hallway walls as he holds the door open for you. Stuck in the moment, it's like your feet are suddenly glued to the floor as you study him; his brown Carhartt jacket fits him nicely with a red and black flannel and white t-shirt layered underneath, the smell of his woodsy cologne makes you want to step closer to identify exactly what it was, his week-long scruff looks like it'd to justice tickling the inside of your thighs. You pull yourself away from your fantasies, nodding to him as you go on about your way. 

Each step you take makes you regret not saying more. Maybe an apology was in order after the way you talked to him. Besides, you hadn’t heard a peep out of the apartment above you since you gave him a piece of your mind. He was nice enough to let you in when you were locked out in the rain, even after you cussed him out with no remorse. The trail of thoughts running thru your head convinces you to drop your grocery bags, sprinting on your feet to catch your upstairs neighbor before your chance was over. For some reason, you felt like you were chasing after a stranger you’d never see again. It was New York City, after all. 

You push the door open, stumbling to the foot of the steps, only to see the shadow of his muscular figure disappearing around the corner. Your voice comes out louder than expected, “hey!” making your upstairs neighbor recoil his steps. His husky voice echoing off the walls again, sending shivering up your spine, “yeah?” 

You keep quiet until you see him at the top of the stairs, the sunlight reflects off of his body, casting a large shadow over your small silhouette. The sight of him makes you tremble in all the good ways, a pool forming in your panties while you look up at him. You clear your throat, “gonna tell me your name?” batting your lashes a few times as you look up at him with narrowed eyes. A sly smirk makes itself known on his face, “Matt,” he states nonchalantly, looking more interest than ever at the same time. You bite back a smile, “well, Matt –,” flipping a section of your sopping wet hair over your shoulder, “thank you for letting me in.”

You could tell he was trying figure you out by the way he raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest, “still no apology?” Everything about him screamed he knew how to put you in your place. He had attitude, it showed more than anything. Not new news to you, considering the fact he called you a bitch in the first five minutes of knowing him. You lose the battle, letting your smile break thru. Your pearly whites beam bright, making Matt study you even harder than he already was, “I don’t think you deserve it,” you shoot back sarcastically before spinning on your heels and heading for the exit. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know what you were doing because you knew exactly what it was that you were doing - you were reeling him in. Your seductive charm never failed you; it worked every time.

Wc - 2120

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summary: twst & hsr charas with different soulmate au prompts that i think would fit them

incl: azul ashengrotto, idia shroud, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, aventurine, blade, jing yuan, sunday

wc: 0.9k

a/n: after an absolutely horrific year i'm finally back to writing!! got half a lifetime's worth of lore in what is essentially 2/3 of a school year lol. but hey at least i got some new lore, so what better way to celebrate that then writing abt my fave au?

monochrome vision

Even the most powerful of beings weren't immune to the effects of the passage of time. After spending such a longevous existence in solitude, enduring loss after loss at every step of the way, he becomes resigned to the notion of forever living in a grey-scale world. Perhaps he wasn’t meant for such luxuries. Perhaps he was one of the unlucky few who was condemned to a live barren of companionship and deeper meaning. He could only wonder in the late hours of the night, or in the lonely moments trapped within his own mind while sitting at his desk: ‘Just what sins have I committed in a past life in order to earn this karma?’ Imagine his surprise upon upon realising that perhaps he wasn’t fated for eternal despair and desolation, and that perhaps, he himself had a chance to experience true joy. As colours bloomed in front of his eyes for the first time in his life, one so long others would struggle to count it, all he could think was that perhaps it had truly all been worth it as he gazed at you, forever ingraining the details of your visage deep inside his memory, to be forever treasured as the face of his saviour.

lilia vanrogue; jing yuan

matching tattoos

Wearing long sleeves, covering up despite the less than optimal weather for such attire, developing and maintaining a preference for the indoors as soon as the temperatures start to rise; anything to keep that damned mark hidden away. If nobody sees it, it doesn’t exist. If nobody can spot it and remark a similarity, then its not there. As long as he can keep hiding the mark, he can keep denying the existence of his soulmate. To bear a curse such as his is an already horrific fate, he couldn’t allow himself burden anyone else with it. It was like a plague, it would only continue to spread and affect others, drag them down to the depths of despair; and for what? He couldn’t let his feeble desire for companionship be the reason somebody else lost their humanity. Yet when he found himself doubting his philosophy after bandaging your cut shoulder blades (curtsy of having fallen into a thorny thicket on your earlier walk that he begrudgingly joined you on) Spotting the familiar mark on you was something he hadn’t ever expected. His companion and dear friend had been his soulmate all along, a shocking revelation which had caused him to impulsively lift his own sleeves and point to the matching pair.

blade, idia shroud

interacting within dreams

That’s what you were to him, a dream. Something he could only long for and yearn with the entirety of his soul yet fail to reach every time he tried. Despite not having even see your face due to the dream’s magic, your presence was deeply ingrained in his heart. He had envisioned you so many times, imagined what you’d look like, wondering if you’d look as beautiful as you sounded. You would overtake every waking moment, for his dreams were no longer enough, he would daydream about you, and play your voice in his mind on loop, all he desired was to suffocate in your presence and truly surround him in a way his dreams of you never could. He memorised everything about you, from what you mentioned to eat for breakfast to your aspirations and moral philosophy. If simply thinking of you hard enough would have brought you to life, you would have been born anew countless times. He could only live on in a prison of longing of his own making, every moment increasing his desperation to finally meet you and escape his mediocre existence. His obsession ran so deep he could perfectly render your voice in his head and hear you talk to him of thinks you hadn’t yet said. He thought he’d finally driven himself mad with yearning, hearing your voice while awake even when he hadn’t been the one to picture it, only to turn to see you for the first time, the image of perfection that even he couldn’t have dreamt, finally complete.

malleus draconia, sunday

countdown until first meeting

The little wristwatch was what kept him going, seeing the numbers go down was his motivation to go on, giving himself a purpose despite his lack of one in others’ eyes. Knowing that out there there was somebody who could truly understand him, who could see his worth and achievements in light of his struggle. Early on he had been victim of the critique and ridicule, but the hope of one person’s existence in contrary to this fuelled him to keep going. To strive to be better, to do something better with the unfortunate cards he was dealt. What worth other’s pinned on him no longer mattered, and as long as the ever-changing numbers on his wrist would continue to decrease he’d continue to prove the world wrong about their initial perception of him. All his life’s work amounted to this, the fateful meeting with who was supposed to be his one true love. As he continued down the winding streets of the town he could only anxiously stare at his wrist, taking note of the handful of hours left. His distracted state however, lead to him making the wrong turn and the counter adjust itself, not even letting him take in the shock of seeing that it had now only read a couple of seconds as he immediately collided into somebody, gripping the stranger’s shoulders to maintain his stability. Neither of you processed the beeping sound of your timers as you gazed in each other eye’s awestruck at finally meeting your soulmate.

aventurine, azul ashengrotto

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James Potter

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Remus Lupin

Angel by @rosaline-black

You're Losing Me by @astonishment

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me by @mangomonk

i caught myself by @mangomonk

shy!reader and remus meet by @luveline

Born a Party Girl by @lizpottersworld

Not so Secret Admirer by @kquil

it'd be an honor by @patrophthia

skirts by @flwrbo

Beyond Rumours by @ladylokilaufeyson5

Comfort Zone by @bruh--wtf

green with envy by @sombernstarless

if i ever talk to you that way by @vxntagedior

protective james by @of-many-fandomss

Prettiest girl at Hogwarts by @kitkathockey

over the influence by @bruisedboys

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an encounter by @lovableapocalypse

paparazzi by @lushaletta

mouse by @siriuslovebot

Dear Prudence by @once-upon-an-imagine

Regulus Black

Green and Silver by @futurewriter2000

fools in love by @sarahisslytherin

nobody knows what i see by @cupidddd-d

Manipulating Death by @morganalatina21

She a Fighter by @stylesparker

picnic by @morwap

Sirius Black

Sweet Rubish by @shadowbriar

two ghost by @bellatrixscurls

Sirius Black x slytherin!reader by @moonstruckme

"did sirius black just wink at you?" by @ginevrapng

sirius black is such a slut for attention by @ddejavvu

Right Where You Left Me by @in-my-feels-probably

play stupid games, win stupid prizes by @perpetuallydaydreaming

sycamore girl by @patrophthia

apparition accident by @mediocre-daydreams

sleepy by @luveline

flowers by @robynlilyblack

and we run by @evermoreal

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you're not comfy by @siriusblacksjacket

Hourglass by @ancient-vivarium

a little piece of heaven by @kquil

Newt Scamander

Two of a Feather by @valkyriepirate

Happenstances by @valkyriepirate