#short lil drabble

[panda-of-the-trash]

Cross gets many looks from people around him

Most are those of respect, fear, or both, often by the new recruits or guards he has trained

There are those of envy, jealous barely concealed by those who wish to be in his place

There were those of mock and disdain, ones he hoped he´d never have to face again, ones he burried long ago

There are those of joy and recognition, from his friends. They´re part of the reason he keeps going on but he´d rather touch a cow than tell them pf course

Then

There´s Nightmare

Oh boy

The king has always been a different person, operating with different rules and different views He´s a god afterall

But Cross can see it

The small twinkle when Cross tells a dark joke

The squinting whenever he grins at Cross´s pouting

The sterness when Cross returns from a mission where he´s been just a little too reckless when he tried to ensure their victory

The fondness at Cross´s banter with the others

The softness when it´s just the two of them in each other´s embrace, dancing to melodies of their own making where no one can see them

Cross gets many looks from people around him

But the ones he gets from Nightmare are the best

[catofthecanals289]

a very short drabble

(about daniel who quits F1 at the end of 2022 and max who never raced)

It’s still strange sometimes, being in this place, this town, this country, where no one really cares about racing, about Formula 1, about the calendar Daniel once used to live his life by, letting it dictate everything. What he ate, where he went, who he met. Who he dated. All of it.

He used to love it, he knows he did, but what’s left in his chest of that love is an echo at best, traces weak and faded, but sharp edged in places nonetheless. It hurts still, the loss, and Daniel is still figuring out how that can be, if he’s also glad that he’s left it all behind. How can you miss something you don’t want back? How can you have dreams of making the wrong choice? The right choice?

How can any of this be?

Wild vine is growing on the side of the house, wrapping around one of the pillars of the porch and Daniel has watched the leaves sprout, has watched them in their youthful, saturated green and he’s seen them turn darker, greener, has been here for autumn painting them red and golden and the air is getting colder by the day, crisper, the sun lower and lower in the sky.

He wants to be here in spring as well, wants to wake up in that new bed he’s been building for him and Max, wants to listen to Max talk about the chickens and take the horses out for a ride. He wants to forget that he was ever more than this Daniel but there’s a 3 inked into his skin, and how do you forget who you’re used to be, if you’re still wondering what you’re missing?

He loves his life, their life – he’s happy. But Daniel Ricciardo who used to travel the world and race in the fastest cars on earth, he’s still there. And he wonders.

“That’s okay,” Max always tells him. “You’re allowed to miss it.”

And Daniel smiles, reaching out and doesn’t say what Max already knows. That it had been killing Daniel. That he’d felt crushed by it, suffocated, that his love had burned him out a, and that last year, the last two maybe, he’d felt like crying every time he put on a smile and climbed into the car. He’d felt like a coward, running away, stopping his fight.

He knows now, that it saved him.

And yet.

“I don’t know if I’d try again,” he whispers into the quiet of the night, Max’s hand carding through his thinning curls. “If someone turned back time for me. I don’t know.”

“I think,” Max says, and there’s a long pause before he presses his lips to Daniel’s head. “That’s okay too.”

[loonsmoons]

Fuck, does he love them.

“James …” He tears his gaze away from Regulus and peers up at Lily through his eyelashes from where his head is resting on her lap, one eyebrow raised in question. Forehead wrinkled a little in concern at her careful tone. “Don’t freak out now, but-” “What do you mean don’t freak out now?!” “Calm down, mon beau, she won’t break up at picnic ..” “Break up?! I wasn’t even thinking about that possibility!” Lily glares at Regulus as if to say: is this your way of helping? But he only shrugs, huffing something about Sirius’ dramatics rubbing off on James. “I’m not breaking up. It’s just …” “What is it, love?” James encourages, immediately more relaxed at that. “There is a spider in your hair-” “WHAT?!" No longer relaxed. “BUT I will take it out! Stop moving so much, I’m trying!” He dutifully drops his arms, squeezing his eyes shut while she comps through his curls, hopefully getting rid of it, before it lays its eggs in there. Or whatever it is they do … “There we go, all done” Lily eventually croons, the way doctors talk to children after giving them an injection. James carefully opens his eyes again, blinking away the spots, to find her smiling at what probably is the spider crawling around the palm of her hand. He scrunches his nose in disdain, moving from where he was comfortably lying to sit a few metres away. This earns him an overdramatic huff from Regulus who is moving closer to Lily, peering at the monster in her hand. “You insist on watching the spider-man movies every couple of months, but get scared because of this little lad?” Regulus leans in closer, to get a better look at it. “Do you know what kind it is?” “I reckon it must be an orb weaver, based on …” James drowns their conversation out, but he does continue staring at them, a smile plastered on his face. Fuck, does he love them.

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Pssst, this is based on this!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

streamer!shouto who gets a knock at his door. seconds after you open the door, immediately a small smile grows onto his face. you smile back, and a plate of cut up mango appears from behind the door with you. you raise a brow, "mango ?" you ask, voice slightly muffled from chewing your own slice.

shouto nods and scoots back, readjusting in his chair "one second, chat. my girlfriend brought me some mangoes." he rolls backwards in his chair until his body is turned to you, you pad over softly quickly waving hi to the camera, the chat excitedly flits past to send you greetings and waves. "cut you some mangoes." you explain.

"i see that, thank you." shouto snorts quietly when he sees you reaching for another piece from the plate you'd made for him. "i also see you're also enjoying some."

"i cut you some, i take a few slices--think it's a pretty fair exchange." you nod. shouto laughs, no doubt the chat is losing it at the simple sound, you can guess you'll see a clip of it on your timeline in a few minutes from now.

he hums in agreement and shouto takes the plate from your hands, offering you another quiet 'thank you' before turning back to the camera and showing off his plate, adjusting the angle so you could perfectly see the little pieces you'd cut up, you giggle quietly as he shows them off to the camera "you guys see that ?" he asks for safe measure. you wave the fork you brought in the air and he catches it in his peripheral, taking it from you with a third thank you and adding "she even brought me a fork." you laugh a bit louder.

you make your way to leave and your boyfriend perks up, "you're leaving already ?" and he almost sounds like you'd kicked him, almost bats his eyelashes at you.

"mhm, you're busy streaming."

shouto shakes his head, cheek puffed by the fruit in his mouth " it's fine, chat said they wanna see you. they always ask about you y'know ?" he leans back, wordlessly making space in his lap for you. you shyly make your way to him, snuggling into him and finding a nice spot. "yn's staying with us for a bit so behave, guys." his hand finds a nice dip in your lower back as his runs his hands up and down.

he pricks another piece of mango onto his fork, his eyes skimming over the rapidly moving texts "no you can't have a bite, these are for me. sorry." you snort loudly when shouto hands you the piece still hanging from his fork expectantly in the same breath.

[moechies]

yvvie honey i have a question for you…….. i saw u write for shuji n i wna ask do u think he’d be mean or sweet in bed ……..

i think he’s the worst aku bbie…

mister shuji is definitely in between me finks , because he loves to make you feel so good but he’s gotta make fun of you a little :< tease you and mock you till you cry pretty tears, and he’ll kiss them all up when you’re hiccupin’ so hard that you can’t even babble his name right anymore.

cw nsfw praise littl dubcon (?) not rlly but ! shuji loves coddling u :>

“shuji—“

“what is it doll ? fuckin’ messy girl.” he growls at the pool of slick below your blushed butt, cunny drooling non stop with a viscous mixture of your two’s cum.

“y—you’re bein’ s’mean!” you hiccup, forearm dropping across your face to hide away from the man. he’s merciless just as his words are when he presses his chubby cock head back into your sobbing cunt, letting out a loud chuckle when you gasp in a shock. “shuji, n’more!”

you’re embarrassed all around; from the loud squelches eliciting from your sopped cunt, to his degrading words.

“no, y’r gonna have to take more, hon. look at how well y’r doing. aww,” he shuffles closer to you, pressing his chest against yours. he groans feeling your pert nipples press against his tender skin, sensitive from overstimulating himself.

he tugs away the pliant forearm from your face, a thumb coming to swipe away those pretty little tears he adores a bit too much. he’s slow with his hips, but hits deep, and it feels fucking great.

“n—need your help, wanna cum. shuji, h-help me, please!” you whine, pulling on his arm gently towards where you two connect.

“oh, ya need me here don’t you?” his lithe fingers titter across your thigh, giving your swollen clit a mean pinch. you twitch and yelp at the pressure, chest boasting up against his in a shock. “h—help me.” you cry.

“angel girl, ask nice.” he tsks, giving your clit another mean pinch. you writhe under him this time, but he keeps you still and lodged against his heavy cock.

“but.. i did, shuji, please..” crystalline tears begin to build against your waterline yet again, edging the satisfaction of a breathtaking orgasm. “please touch m’clit, please, i need yo— you t’help me cum!”

he hums in content, a soft thumb pressing at the sensitive nub. you gasp, but the sensation slowly turns pleasurable once he starts swiping over your clit sloppily, pacing himself with his thrusts.

“good girl, hm? such a sweet little angel baby. now take it and make shuji proud. got it ?”

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Dallas' head snaps back, and he stumbles with the force of an unexpected hand on his shoulder. For the briefest moment, he goes entirely limp, lets his fist hang in the air and doesn't try to scramble back to the boy on the steady retreat in front of him.

Darry's got him. And if he'd thought it through for even a second longer that would have scared the shit out of him. But then the fingers are tearin' into his jacket and forcin' him backward and he finally whips his head around and realizes the reality: two very pissed cops have got him.

And he immediately starts fightin' again. He writhes in their grip and the kid he'd been whalin' on is suddenly skitterin' back with renewed fear. Dallas bares his teeth once and figures he's made his point.

The next ten minutes are a blur.

His heart is poundin' in his ears and he can feel his pulse as it rattles under the cuffs the cops slapped on him the second they could get his wrists within a foot of each other and his head is achin' and he realizes for the first time he tastes blood but he can't focus on anythin' because all he can think is Fuck, Darry is never gonna forgive me for this.

He says it all the time. When he rolls in an hour late and thinks Darry's gonna kick my ass. Or when he lets Pony have just a little too much of his beer and the kid's gigglin' fit to wake the dead when Dallas 'n him sneak back in. Or when he hauls off and picks stupid fuckin' fights for no reason.

But this time he means it.

He groans and drops his head to his hands in the little holdin' cell they have him waitin' in until they process him. Last night's argument flashes vaguely in stills through his mind. He wasn't comfortable with people... carin'. He just didn't know what to do with it.

You can't tell me what to do, Darrel. Dallas flew up from the kitchen table and paced wildly away from Darry. Pony watched him with wary eyes. Soda bit his lip and looked at Dallas like he was tryin' to tell him a hundred things Dally didn't know how to understand.

Yes, I can. I won't have you actin' a fool and gettin' yourself hurt. Darry frowned and he's got these lines in his forehead Two jokes he never had before Dallas moved in. Dallas can't stand to see them.

You're not my brother. And you're not my dad. I ain't never had no one tellin' me what to do in my whole life and I'm not about to let you start. He'd slammed the screen door and gone straight to Tim's, started a fight, wound up at Buck's 'n drank til he vomited, woke up this mornin', and started another.

Darry was goin' to throw him to the fuckin' curb and never talk to him again. And Dallas deserved it. He wasn't one of the Curtis boys. No matter how hard he wanted to be.

"Name?" A cop had reappeared in his cell and he kicked himself for missin' it.

"Curtis." Dallas opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. "Fuck. No, sorry." Since when the fuck did he apologize to cops! "It's Winston. Dallas Winston."

The man just stared at him, Curtis already written across the top of the paper in big, bold letters. "Are you sober, kid?"

"Yes, I'm fuckin' sober! My name's not Curtis. How the fuck do you not know me?" To his horror, he feels hot tears in the back of his throat. He's just some no-good juvenile delinquent every bastard officer in this town knows by name except this one apparently because all he is is trouble. And Darry hated him.

"Sure, kid." The man shuffles his papers together. "Officer Matthews has already called your- big brother is it? He's on his way."

"He's not my brother!" And now he's actually cryin' which is bullshit! Who cares! Who cares that Darry is gonna look at him just like his father did. Like he was a burden he'd do anythin' to get rid of. Like the worst thing Dallas ever did was simply show up in his life one day. Dallas is used to this. He's not someone who stays. He was meant to be left. He's a violent dog. He only knows how to bite.

"Dallas?" Darry's voice makes him jump. He doesn't pull his hands away from where they're pressed so hard into his eyes that he sees stars. He can't bear to look up and see what he already knows he will—not hatred, but cold, cold indifference.

"Out." Darry isn't talkin' to him, Dallas can tell he's turned around by the way his voice bounces back to him off the cement walls. He flinches anyway. "Please." He adds like an afterthought and Dallas hears the door open and close.

"I'm goin' to touch you, ok?" Dallas doesn't say anythin', just makes a low noise in the back of his throat. He feels Darry gently tip his head back, eyes still squeezed shut. He feels him softly check the area on his jaw he knows will bruise tomorrow and run experimental fingers along his ribs for breaks. Dally hisses once and Darry immediately pulls back.

"Oh, Dallas." And suddenly Dallas is fuckin' cryin' again. Darry sounds so tired and worn down and old. Did Dallas do that? Did Dallas make him like that? And the sob that catches in his throat makes him choke.

But then he's pressed against Darry's chest and his hands are strong on Dalla's back and in his hair and Dallas doesn't even fight it. Just lets himself be held and doesn't even mind he feels as small as Ponyboy.

"Come on, Dallas Curtis. Let's go home."

[etoiile]

in which you're sure that your boyfriend was a cat in his past life.

"huh? a cat?" nagi's drowsy voice questions. "'m not a cat. 'm a human."

"no, no." you replied. "in your past life. you were a cat in your past life, not now."

"d'know what you're talking 'bout." nagi yawned and stretched before snuggling into your waist further. "'m me 'nd that's that."

you gently massaged his scalp and he let out a low, relaxed rumble sort of sound.

"see?" you pointed out. "this is catlike behavior!"

nagi grumbled. "what are you talking about? 'm so confused."

"well," you started, "you're lazy, like a cat. and clingy, like a cat. and you practically purr when i scratch your head, like a cat."

"you cant tell me that that isn't highly catlike." you argued playfully.

nagi shifted around in your lap to be more comfortable. "a cat, huh?" he pondered aloud. "well," he gave you a boyish grin that made your knees a little weak. "if i was a cat in my past life, and a human in this one, then no matter what i am next, i hope i can spend the next 7 with you."

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[misc-obeyme]

Hii!!

I'm the anon who asked about belphie and mc's nsfw moment and by their first meeting I meant when he seduces mc instead of killing them as a form a revenge. Just that!

You can start it however you like

Whenever is OG or NB

Okay, got it!

Well, I did my best lol. I used some actual lines from the game from Lesson 16 in OG. I don't know if I managed to write what you're asking for... but I tried! Hopefully it isn't too terrible.

GN!MC x Belphegor

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: Belphie is super manipulative and probably kinda OOC, penetration (reader receiving), biting

When Belphie opened his arms to hug you, you stepped into them readily. How long had you been hoping to set him free? And now you were in the attic and the door was open.

Belphie held you close, almost gently, his face buried in your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"Ah… this really brings back memories," he said. "This feeling… I wonder how long it's been since I've touched a human? So, MC…"

He stepped back, but kept his hands on your waist and suddenly he was in demon form. A thrill ran through you at the sight.

"…how can I express how I'm feeling right now?" Belphie reached up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb. "What can I do?"

You weren't expecting to have this kind of reaction to him. There was a hunger in his eyes that you couldn't mistake and yet you found yourself ready, willing.

"You're stunning," Belphie said, clearly looking you up and down. He stepped closer to you again, wrapping an arm around you. "You won't make me beg, will you?"

He pressed his lips to your neck, almost biting, before he pulled back to kiss you properly.

You could have resisted, perhaps. You could have refused him. But there was so much tension between you and in that moment, all you wanted was to feel him. You kissed him back, tugged on his clothes, indicating your desire for their removal.

Belphie laughed into the kiss, pulling you against him as he moved toward the bed in the attic.

You were in a haze of heat and need as he undressed you, removing your clothes without a second thought before tossing his own to the floor.

For months, you had been working toward opening that attic door. Never once had you imagined that it would lead to this. The look in Belphie's eyes made you feel like he was planning to devour you and you found you wanted nothing else.

You squirmed a bit with impatience and he laughed again.

Belphie put a hand on your cheek. "Ah, you're so desperate for me, aren't you, MC?"

You didn't have a chance to reply as he pressed his cock into your heat. He moved faster than you were prepared for and you cried out, clutching at him, leaving nail marks in his back.

His thrusts were hard and fast from the start. You moaned and your body shuddered, your legs naturally wrapping around him.

Belphie didn't hold back. His horn pressed against your cheek as he bit your shoulder and your nails dug deeper into his back.

You came first, crying out incoherently as you did, squirming beneath him as he kept going, never losing momentum even as you squeezed him hard with your orgasm.

He lifted your hips to give himself better access and his cock was hitting that spot inside you with a consistent rhythm. Tears sprang to your eyes as you crashed into overstimulation, your fingernails raking down his arms, his name falling unceasingly from your lips.

When Belphie finally came, you gasped at the feeling of his cum inside of you. He slipped out of his demon form, laying down next to you and pressing his face into your neck.

"You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren't you?" he whispered into your ear.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[djarindroid]

Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl proposes to you under the stars (Established relationship. Setting- Alexandria)

Word Count: 712

Comments: I just wanna write endless fluffy fics for Daryl 💕

The evening breeze carried a feeling of peacefulness as you and Daryl sat outside. This had become routine for the two of you, after a long run or a day's hunt, you’d enjoy a quiet breath of fresh air together. The light from the porch lantern cast a soft glow over the both of you as Daryl meticulously cleaned his crossbow, each movement practised and methodical. 

You, perched up on the porch railing, stared at the clear night sky. You’d always found solace in the stars, sparkling way above you, not affected by any of the horrors down here on earth. You almost envied them, so removed from everything, but if you hadn’t faced the uncertainty of this world you wouldn’t be here, with the man you love. 

The amount of times Daryl had cleaned his crossbow allowed him to keep his eyes on you as he worked. His gaze was filled with nothing short of adoration as he watched the starlight dance across your skin. To be truthful, if he could spend eternity watching you gaze at the stars he’d be a very happy man. Deciding this was the perfect moment to break the comforting silence, he uttered two of the most important words he’d ever said. ‘Marry me.’ 

Instantly bringing your attention away from the sky you looked to Daryl, finding him watching you with a soft smile. His request settled around you, making the night air warmer as you felt a grin gradually spreading across your face. You hopped down from the railing and crossed the short distance of the porch to stand in front of Daryl. His eyes never leaving your face, he looked at you as if you were his whole world. You were sure the look on your own face was a mirror of his. 

You’d face everything you'd been through all over again if it meant you’d end up here, in this moment. You knew you’d do anything for the man in front of you, and couldn’t fathom a life without him.

You gently cupped his face with your hand, ‘You sure you wanna marry me D?’ You couldn’t help but ask, though you were sure of the certainty behind his words. 

‘Yeah,’ he responded without a second thought. The corners of his mouth lifted even higher as he added, ‘never been more sure of somethin’.’ He cupped one of your hands in his and tilted his head to place a delicate kiss on your palm. 

You always knew you’d spend the rest of your life with Daryl but hearing him so sure and eager to do so caused happiness to overwhelm every fibre of your being. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop the tears that slowly rolled down your face. 

Daryl, ever the man of few words, spoke through his actions. Putting his crossbow to the side he stood up, his eyes stayed glued to yours. He brought his calloused hands up to tenderly cradle your cheeks, using his thumbs to delicately wipe your tears away.

‘Marrying me that bad huh? Didn’t think ya’d cry,’ he jested quietly as he rested his forehead against your own. You laughed quietly with him.

Saying yes to Daryl was as easy as breathing, ‘I’m just so happy and being Mrs Dixon is everything I could ever want,’ you confessed whilst lovingly wrapping your arms around his neck. Fireflies had circled around the two of you, as if the stars themselves had fallen to witness this moment of love that had survived the apocalypse.  

‘Good, because I dunno what I would’ve done with this if you’d of said no.’ He pulled out a simple silver ring from his pocket. It was perfect, not too flashy, just a perfect reminder of the connection between the two of you.

Time seemed to stretch around you as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, the weight of its significance settled into your heart. Life was no longer about surviving, it was about building a future together. As you gazed into Daryl’s eyes, gratitude washed over you, thinking about how lucky you were. You knew the stars you loved to stare at didn’t contain all the answers, but in Daryl’s eyes you saw a galaxy shining just for you. 

[eddiesghxst]

Could you write something with Eddie Munson finding out reader has a clot piercing?

“Fuckkkkk.”

Eddie tried not to stare, he really fucking tried, but there’s no way he could ignore the sinful sight before him. When you had removed your top, Eddie was sure his day couldn’t get any better, but he was gladly mistaken when he helped you wriggle out of your shorts and parted your thighs, opening you up for him to see you.

Eddie never really experienced a christmas morning like the ones he would watch in the movies, but he’s 100% sure this is what it felt like.

He had a feeling you were… pretty; as pervy as it sounds, he often wondered what you looked like, and amongst the few perverted fantasies that Eddie conjured up in his brain, absolutely none of them consisted of you with a fucking VCH piercing.

You almost feel shy under his intense gaze, but it’s immediately washed away with pleasure when Eddie brushes a thumb over your pierced clit before using both thumbs to slowly spread you open. His dick twitches and he groans, salivating at the pretty silver barbell that winks up at him beneath the room's lighting.

“See something you like?” Though you try your best to sound like some sexy mistress in a porno, your voice comes out almost shaky, clear of the excitement you’re trying so desperately to hide from Eddie. All of your efforts are for nothing, however, because Eddie can clearly see your excitement dripping out of you and seeping onto his bedsheets in sticky, honey-like drips.

“Definitely,” Eddie teases your clit once again, smirking when your thighs twitch. “Jesus, you’re quite responsive, hm?”

You nod, hands fisting the sheets below you as you peer up at him through low, fluttering lashes. “Makes it— ah— the piercing makes it really sensitive.” You explain, moaning when Eddie applies more pressure to your clit, dipping a finger lower to spread the wetness of your arousal.

Eddie’s gaze finally flickers up from your pussy to watch the way your face twists in pleasure with each flick of his fingers upon your sensitive clit, a mischievous grin spreading across his face when your chest begins to quickly rise and fall, “Oh, I’m gonna have a fucking blast with you.”

Eddie doesn’t let up on your clit until you’re pushing him away and practically begging for a break. What can he say? He loves his new toy <3

[ttulipwritezz]

Rules huh?

Sirius Black x James's sister reader

warnings: Honestly other than the reader being referred to as she/her, one year age gap, and being called beautiful I think nothing, lmk if I missed anything.

pt2, pt3

synopsis: There was one rule..and he had broken it.

Sitting in the Gryffindor common room were the four marauders.

or well three of them were sitting, the last one was pacing back and forth on the carpet such that a few more minutes would have started to dig a hole in it.

"mate...trust us, why'd we wanna get with Your sister anyway?

That was Moony, always the ever-so-sensible one

"yea, when I could have anyone at Hogwarts I assure you I wouldn't lay an eye on your sister. I'm serious"

yes...he was Sirius alright.

Here's what happened.

When James received an owl regarding his sister's transfer to Hogwarts in her fourth year, needless to say, he wasn't stoked.

It not only meant she'd be able to owl their parents on what shenanigans he did throughout the school year but it also meant keeping Boys away from her.

The first to receive this lecture were the marauders...at the least, James had to make sure his best friends weren't involved with his sister in any way.

So he had one rule...just one

Do Not Fall For My Sister.

"yea mate, not like we'd like her when she shares a face with you."

Quipped worm tail as the others agreed.

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Oh how wrong they were...

not only did you look Nothing like your brother, but you were also one of the most beautiful girls the boys had ever seen.

Sirius's interest was immediately piqued.

He'd catch a glance of you each time you'd walk the halls, or he'd drag the rest to follow you into the library, they, of course, didn't say anything because they knew how much of a book nerd Sirius could be.

It started to get a little suspicious...then he'd ask Moony to ask the gang, and they'd continue their library trips.

Honestly speaking you'd try to maintain your distance from your brother's group, the last thing you want is a bunch of fifth years on your tail.

Though part of that came from the lecture you received on your end as well...

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Sirius Orion Black

He was interesting, to say the least, he had a generally flirty personality and would often be seen winking at girls in the halls.

Oddly enough, despite your brother's warning, you were on the receiving end of quite a few.

James did NOT approve

He's noticed the little smiles and glances exchanged between the two of you rather quickly, considering how little observant he is, 7 months is quick for him.

But oh well, Sirius had broken the one rule his best friend had set up...and maybe you had too.

A/N: lmk if yall want a part two, I've been in such a marauders era brain rot please give me fic recommendations if you have any. I also haven't checked it too well so lmk if you find any mistakes I'll write a part two if enough people want one.

p.s pt.2 at a 100 notes I promise

[starrystevie]

"ids?" the curly headed bouncer asks and honestly, for a seedy hicktown bar, steve's surprised they have a bouncer at all, let alone one who looks that good under dim neon lights.

he can feel robin, ever the queen of nonchalance, freeze next to him before shoving her hand into her vest pocket and fumbling around for her fake. steve on the other hand pulls his license confidently out of his wallet and holds it out for the guy to see, turning to ask robin a question.

"so what are you going to get first-"

"no good, buddy." the bouncer looks regretful and already has his sharpie in hand to mark the back of his hand. steve sputters and drops his hand before double checking that he pulled out his id and not something dumb like a frozen yogurt punch card or family video membership card.

"what do you mean, 'no good'? how can it be no good? robin-"

his license isn't expired, it's not a fake, his face is clearly there and visible in all it's beautiful glory, and it should be able to get him into some shitty dive with no problem. the bouncer already has robin's hand in his and making a large black x on the back as she grins sheepishly at steve.

"sorry, i had to cave," she whispers while inspecting the marker lines under the dingy street light. "it's not exactly the most convincing fake."

"and you," the bouncer interrupts with a finger pointing in steve's direction and a very attractive smirk that steve is absolutely not going to think about later, "are a few weeks shy of 21, so give me your hand."

steve scowls, eyebrows pulled together and crosses his arms over his chest. "oh, come on man... look. i wasn't even going to get anything hard, just a beer or something. gotta be good to drive this thing home, you know?"

he hears robin squawk at being called a thing and bats his hand away from where he gestured to her with his thumb. he hears the bouncer laugh at either steve or robin, he's not sure, but he's very sure that he wants to hear the laugh again. he smiles in return, tries to flash the harrington charm to worm his way out of being resolved to ginger ale all night and he thinks he might have cracked the guy but then-

"nice try, pretty boy." his hand is being pulled up and the cool tip of the sharpie is pressing into his hand. steve rolls his eyes, ignores robin cackling in the background and crowing something about how it serves him right, and looks down to see the bouncer writing even more on his hand than just an x.

there's a scrawl of numbers underneath the black lines that force him to stay sober followed by a name, eddie, and a smaller x followed by o. cute, he thinks, and feels his cheeks flare up like a light.

"steve, let's go!" robin yells through the doorway as the band they came to see kicks up, the smooth voice of their singer already greeting the crowd through the tinny speakers.

"for later, if you want." the bouncer smirks and pats the back of steve's hand, his fingers trailing over the drying marker in a very not subtle way, leaving fire in it's wake. "i get off at 1 and i have beer that i'm willing to share without the eyes of the law following us. consider it an early birthday present, steve."

steve gives him a smirk in return and nods before turning to follow robin into the bar, throwing a wink over his shoulder. "happy birthday to me, then."

[loonsmoons]

FUCK, DOES HE LOVE THEM?

“This one is James” Sirius gestures to one of his friends.

James is a little taller than Sirius, even though Regulus has been told otherwise. But he is clearly quite athletic, so his brother wasn’t lying about that. Looks likeable, with his ridiculously untamed dark curls and entrancing hazel eyes, big behind his glasses.

He has an adorable smile as well, Regulus notes.

And he’s directing it at him right now, offering him his hand to shake.

“Hi” smile growing “Hi, I’m Regulus” shaking his hand “Pleasure to meet you, dude”

Which … catches him off guard for a second.

He told Sirius to be as neutral as possible when talking about him and he doesn’t think there’s anything about him that would make it too obvious to a stranger. Sure, he cut his hair, now only just curling at his shoulders. And he is wearing his binder, but with all these layers he’s wearing today, he’s not sure it makes much of a difference. And he does wear quite some contouring powder to make his face appear sharper. But he hasn’t even started testosterone and all in all he’s still looking acceptable to their mother so …

“And this one, this is Lily” Sirius interrupts his thoughts.

Still a little confused, Regulus turns towards the girl next to James. She’s taller than both James and Sirius and has some beautiful curves. Her hair though is what draws his attention, a fiery red falling in waves and reaching her lower back. Bangs hanging into her bewitching green eyes. And when she smiles at him, he notices a little gap between her front teeth.

Well, barely notices, because just when he does, she lets go of James’ hand, holding it out to him, the movement catching his attention instead.

Regulus shakes hers as well, repeating his name to her.

Taking notice of how warm her hand feels even though they’re out in the freezing cold. Which means they must’ve been holding hands while walking here, which then again means … Regulus isn’t sure what that means … That they’re dating?

Sirius hasn’t mentioned anything like that, so rather selfishly he hopes they’re not, would be a shame …

“No wonder you didn’t introduce us any sooner” “Jealous that he got the good genes, Pads?” “Because he sure is a pretty boy … Got quite some competition there, Black”

Sirius huffs, trying to wrestle the two of them “You’re supposed to be my friends!”

And usually, Regulus isn’t a fan of his brother’s dramatics, but he certainly is now. It means his blooming blush and nervous giggle go unnoticed.

Or so he thought.

But then he catches Remus’ eye from across from him, winking at him and smiling knowingly. Though what there’s to know, he isn’t sure. Or maybe he is. But he’d like to pretend there’s nothing to know.

He doesn’t doubt though, that if anyone knew it’d be Remus, because clearly he knows everything, knowing this too: He nods to Regulus’ chest, which freaks him out for a second, because what does that mean?

Regulus does look down though and, oh …

That explains. A little he/him pin on his jacket is what has given him away.

Just that it isn’t his jacket, it’s Remus’. He handed it to Regulus when he noticed him freezing his ass off because obviously, he knew that too.

(Words: 565)

Pssst, this is based on this!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

[sir-fenris]

Whumpcember24 - Day 15

Broken Glass

(Drabbles' masterlist)

Content: good caretaker, recovery whump, fear of starvation, quick mention of eating glass, blood, domestic comfort, domestic whump, self-deprecation, dissociation, kind of unreliable narrator.

Catetaker had told him not to touch kitchen stuff. They had said that this house didn't go by the rules Whumpee was used to. Caretaker didn't need Whumpee at all, so the least he could do is stay out of the way.

And yet, Whumpee was disobedient and tried to get his own plate instead of waiting at the table until Caretaker was done bringing dinner stuff to it. They must have known this would happen, must have known Whumpee was so useless and clumsy that he couldn't even hold a plate.

When the sound of breaking glass hits Whumpee's ears, the sound of him falling to his knees hits Caretaker's.

Without even realizing he was doing it, Whumpee was getting all the wasted food and glass into a small pile. He tries to keep the glass parts more on the outer sides, so when Caretaker forces him to eat it, he can avoid the glass for some time and at least enjoy the food-

"-pee! Hey! Listen to me, stop!" Caretaker's voice finally rings in Whumpee ears, and he freezes. He can feel his cheeks wet.

Caretaker's hands come in view, ignoring Whumpee's flinch to reach his hands and carefully take them away from the glass. His hands already had bloody cuts.

"It's alright," Caretaker said calmer, trying to nudge Whumpee away from the broken glass. "Let's clean this hand, hm? Can we do that?"

They had that voice of when Whumpee is feeling numb and weird. He wasn't feeling that much numbness today, he could speak.

His mouth didn't move to answer. Perhaps he wasn't ready to speak. Whumpee just nods shakily instead.

Caretaker guides them to the laundry's sink and washes his hand for him, then gets small band-aids when the blood keeps coming back. Whumpee knows hands bleed a lot. Whumper used to get mad when Whumpee dirtied their kitchen with blood.

Was Caretaker mad because of it? Whumpee could never read them, so he didn't know what punishment they would carry out for this. Perhaps they wouldn't make him eat from the ground, like Whumper. Would they starve Whumpee? What punishment would suit disobeying them, breaking a plate, and wasting food?

"...-back. Take your time, you're safe, everything's okay." Oh, was Caretaker speaking to them? Their voice sounded a bit far.

Was he sitting? When did they leave the laundry?

"Hey, there," Caretaker whispers with a sad smile when their eyes meet. "You're back with me, buddy?"

Whumpee nods, though he still feels floaty and wrong. Was he... on the couch?

"It's okay, you're safe," Caretaker repeats and adjusts the blanket around Whumpee-

Blanket? Where did that come from?

For how long was he out this time?

"I'm sorry," Whumpee whispers, almost with no sound. His hands were tingling, all the way up to his elbows, and he registers how his body feels heavy now.

Caretaker just shake their head. "There's nothing to apologize for." They pause, looking for something in Whumpee's expression. "Are you still hungry? I can bring your food here if you prefer eating on the couch. Watching that TV show you enjoyed yesterday, maybe?"

"... Food?" He could eat, then? On the couch? Watching TV? Why was he being rewarded after messing up?

"Yeah. We got pasta, roasted chicken, and some veggies today. There's boiled eggs if you want some, too." Whumpee knew that, he dropped that food, he saw the pasta staining the floor. Caretaker must have seen something in his face, because they speak up again, gently. "Whumpee, you get to eat another full, new dish. I'll throw away the food that fell, it's alright."

"I can eat it, you made it for me," Whumpee whispers, not able to look Caretaker in the eyes.

"The floor is dirty. You shouldn't eat something that fell on it. I made plenty of food, not just that dish. I can get you another, there's no problem." Caretaker smiles, shifting the weight of their crouching legs. "Do you want the food here on the couch?"

Whumpee doesn't know how to answer. Caretaker was so, so different from all he knew. It was too hard to read what they wanted from him. So Whumpee just nodded, hoping that was the right thing to do.

Caretaker's face didn't change, didn't give him the green light that it was the right answer, but they didn't seem angry either. "Alright, I'll bring it here. You can put the TV show when you want, okay? I'll take a few minutes."

Once Caretaker goes back to the kitchen, Whumpee realizes his body is all okay again. Nothing tingles or feels heavy, nor his mind feels floaty. It still takes a while for him to reach for the remote and turn on the TV, but he's not feeling bad, or "anxious", as Caretaker calls it.

For some reason, the voice that always screams "danger" is quiet. Whumpee knows it'll come back soon enough.

But for now, he can believe nothing bad will happen, because Caretaker always promises they'll never hurt him. Because they never broke that promise.

Even when Whumpee broke their rules, wasted their food and broke their plate.

For the first time since the rescue, the tears in his eyes aren't sad ones.

-

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

song for the fic!!

"C'mon Pony, you know this." Darry can feel himself gettin' agitated. He wasn't meant to be a teacher. He didn't have the patience. He sighs, stands up from the table 'n runs a hand down his neck. The more frustrated he gets the antsier Pony became. Maybe they both just needed a break.

"I just don't get it!" Pony slams his pencil against the table 'n drops his head into his hands. Darry rolls his eyes, crosses over to the sink 'n tries his best to bite back on an almighty sigh. Glory, the kid was prone to dramatics.

It certainly didn't help that it was, for all accounts 'n purposes, a beautiful day. Probably the first warm one of the year. Soda 'n Steve, on a rare day off, were hangin' around the house, Two comin' to join in sometime after lunch. 'N it was clearly makin' Pony fidgety. But if the kid hadn't wanted to spend the weekend at the kitchen table, he should have done his goddamn homework last night when Darry had told him to.

Darry blows out a long breath, white knuckles the sink. The kid wasn't workin' his nerves on purpose. He was just frustrated.

The windows open 'n the kind of soft breeze they waited all winter for 'n dreaded missin' once the summer set in is whisperin' around the curtains. Soda's out in the yard, crouched down in the dirt, Steve 'n Two hoverin' over him. Steve's got his face all screwed up in disgust 'n Two's grinnin' so hard his mouth hurts. Darry sighs, some kind of longin' for bein' a kid crawlin' unpleasantly up his throat.

Pony, who'd been peekin' out at him from between his fingers, presses his palms against his eyes 'n groans. "C'mon, Dar, I'll do it later. I promise." He blinks up at Darry with big, wide eyes 'n Darry frowns at him sternly. He'd give anythin' to just let the kid rip the stupid math homework in half 'n call it a day.

"No, Pony, you said that last night. In fact, I remember you promisin' up 'n down you wouldn't bitch about it today if I let you go to the drive-in." Pony at least has the decency to look a little sheepish but he doesn't stop him from lettin' out a long, wordless whine. "C'mon, let's get it done."

Outside, Steve yowls 'n Two cackles. Both of them glance to the window again. It didn't matter how many years separated them, there's a common thread that connects them: the ache of missin' out on the first day of summer when the laughter slides under the door 'n the sun beats down onto that faded square on the wood floor 'n you'd do anythin' to throw on untied shoes 'n run out into the street, knowin' that there'd always be someone waitin' on the porch for you.

Glory, how had their parents done it?

"Look, just finish up this sheet." He wasn't as strong as their ma. 'N he would never claim to be. Pony pouts but sits up again, puttin' his pencil back to the paper. "So, if you-"

"Oh, you won't." Soda giggles from the lawn 'n Steve yowls.

"So if you-"

"Oh, I will." Someone tackles the other to the ground. A heap of freckled laughter rollin' around 'n grindin' grass stains into fresh white shirts.

"If you carry the one here-"

"I double dog dare ya!" That phrase never bode well in the Curtis gang 'n it's just enough excuse for Darry 'n Pony to blink at each other once 'n race to the front door. Pony gets there first, swingin' the screen hard against the house 'n trippin' out onto the creakin' porch. Darry's not far behind him.

Steve's got grass in his dark hair, vest bunched up high around his waist, legs stretched in front of him in the leaves, scowlin' at Soda in disgust 'n pure, childhood curiosity. The kind you get when you'd dare a friend to ride down the hill everyone was a lil' too scared to try 'n a little too proud to admit 'n watch as, for a moment, he rode on air. The closest a kid could ever get to the back of a lightnin' bolt. 'N then he'd bail 'n break his leg 'n you'd suddenly realize there was a reason everyone was scared of that ol' hill.

Two's on his knees, grass stains smudged across the places where they dig into the dirt, a dollar scrunched up in his fist, face split in eager anticipation.

Glory, Darry thinks suddenly, I remember when I'd've done anythin' for a dollar.

'N he had.

He glances down at Pony, the wind pushin' his bangs off his forehead 'n thinks about that hot July day a ten-year-old Soda 'n a thirteen year old Darry had convinced Pony that if he jumped off the porch railin' with a sheet he'd fly.

He'd busted his mouth. Darry 'n Soda had hastily paid him every nickel to their names in the form of hush money. Seven dollars 'n thirty-two cents.

God. But that had been a million years ago.

"Soda?" Pony calls 'n Soda whips around. He's danglin' a worm, wrigglin' 'n squirmin', over a mouth stained with strawberries 'n grinnin' wide, toothy smiles.

Hadn't Darry done that once? Caked fingers in mud 'n scraped soil from his nails? Had laughed 'n swallowed ants off the sidewalk whole for nothin' but the chance to stick out his tongue 'n say he had?

"Bleugh Soda that's gross!" Pony leaps the railin', swingin' his body straight up 'n over 'n for a second Darry could swear he was flyin'. 'N he lands on his feet 'n tackles Soda straight to the ground 'n for a second Darry cringes 'n thinks God, he was never gettin' those stains out 'n Pony's gotta get that math done 'n they were all too old to be horsin' around in the dirt like boys.

But then Soda's howlin' 'n he's lookin' over Pony's bony shoulder 'n grinnin' so wide it's like he was seven again, too many teeth in his mouth 'n too many feelin's in his heart 'n Steve 'n Two-Bit are laughin' 'n jumpin' in 'n Darry stops thinkin' about all of it.

He hops the railin' 'n when he lands he doesn't bail. It was the first real day of summer. Everythin' else could wait.