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would you be up to do bff remus with no boundaries?? i think that would be an interesting dynamic

maybe like after a full moon and she just like fully gives him a shower, or something where he’s just completely naked and the boys are so confused at what’s happening

"Arm up, Rem," You hum, but your fingers pry at his pale, scarred skin before he can even begin moving a muscle.

You lift his bicep away from his side, bringing the lathered loofa in your hand to swipe through the curve of his armpit. Suds slide down his sides and you hear him hiss as they mingle with his still-healing cuts and scrapes, but there's nothing to be done except cleaning them before they can be dressed.

"Easy, easy," You rub a hand over his back in a soothing circle that carefully avoids his injuries, "Just gotta get 'em clean, then we can dress them. You can sleep on your stomach, that'll help the ones on your back. How'd you even get scratches on your back?"

"It's all the ladies I occupy my time with," Remus drawls, but his pain is evident in the weakness of his voice, "Women love werewolves."

When you don't answer, leaving an purposefully awkward silence behind that swirls with the steam from the shower, Remus sighs, "Got all scratched up from the tree branches out there."

You drag the loofa from his side to his back, carefully ghosting over the caked dirt around his wounds. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists, but when he tries drawing one into his mouth to bite at it you take it in your own free hand.

"No biting. That's reserved for your better half."

"Are you talking about Sirius, or the wolf? Sirius bites me," Remus grumbles, and- speak of the devil, there's feet pounding obnoxiously up the stairs and towards the dorms.

"Moony, we've got all the chocolate we could carry," Sirius informs him, and there's the sound of wrapped goods being piled on Remus's comforter before James and Sirius step into the doorway of the bathroom.

James lets out an 'ooh' and turns away with a grimace when he sees you kneeled beside Remus's naked form beneath the spray of water, but Sirius stands stock-still, frozen by some mix of intrigue and horror.

"Uh, are we interrupting something?"

"Just a bath," You smile kindly at them, scrubbing gently at Remus's neck, "He has trouble getting his back sometimes."

"Sometimes- have you two done this before?"

"After every moon." You nod helpfully when Remus merely ducks his head to rest between his knees, "You two are usually either asleep or trying to get grass out of your pelts."

There's something green in Sirius's hair that proves the two were unsuccessful this time around.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Moony, I didn't know you had a caregiver," Sirius snickers, "Does she help you put your panties on too?"

"Don't let him get to you, dove," Remus murmurs, his eyes slipping shut as the warm water seeps into his skin and heals an ancient ache in his bones, "He's just mad he'll never get to take yours off. They're a real pretty pattern, y'know," Remus glances up at Sirius with the ghost of a smirk on his face, muffled by pain but persistent all the same, "Shame she's not interested in showing 'em to you."

"You've seen her panties, mate?" James cuts in, peering over Sirius's shoulder, "What are you two?"

"Friends," You shrug, "But it's stuffy in here at night, and my sleeping pants get too warm."

"You're telling me all the times you two have slept over in here all snuggled up in his bed, that you've not had any pants on?"

"Well I don't make it a habit to strip in his bed," You scoff, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn grass stain on the pale plane of his hip, "But I can promise you that my pants are never gonna be on your floor, either one of you."

"Oh please, we wouldn't dream of stealing Moony's girl," Sirius claps James on the shoulder, "But whaddya think about that, mate? Strippin' down to cuddle in bed together? They seem to think it's a friendly endeavor."

"I typically only ditch my pants for Lily, Padfoot," James informs Sirius with a sympathetic smile, "But I'll ask her if I can bring my dog to her dorm tomorrow night. You can sleep at our feet."

Sirius begins valiantly arguing for a spot higher up on the bed, every dog's hardest battle to fight, but you're no longer interested in their antics or the noise they're producing. You reach out your foot to kick at the door, and it swings shut with a satisfying click.

"Thanks, love." Remus groans, his face squished between his knees, "They were givin' me a headache."

"They always give you a headache," You dig your thumbs into a tense spot on his back and he twitches beneath you with a hum of appreciation, "We should get a flat together without them. They can be the feral deer and dog that live outside our cottage."

"We'll have to call animal control" Remus grins wryly against the rounded bend of his knee as you lean forwards to wash beneath his thighs, "How strong are their strongest tranquilizer darts?"

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #i love remus lupin

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what the fuck

Gojo give birth to megumi

#i don’t even know what to say to this #besides what the fuck #seriously #what the fuck

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'you're just like a dream'

series (part 2) - mike insists he isn't sleepy, but you know better. you both find solace in one another as you try to make sense of your growing feelings. (2.7k words) pairing - mike schmidt (five nights at freddy's) & gn!reader tags - sleepy mike, reader plays with his hair, hand holding, you're abby's babysitter, pre-established friendship verging on relationship, lingering feelings, pure fluff

you don't need to read part 1 to read this part, but here it is!

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the summer breeze gently filters through the open window in mike’s bedroom, causing his curtains to sway gently. you can’t help but smile, feeling content, nestled on top of the blanket on his bed. it was perfect napping weather, hot enough to sleep the afternoon away without a care in the world. stretching, you relish in the scent of him on his sheets. the only thing that would truly make this a picture-perfect napping opportunity would be -

mike enters his bedroom, stopping in the doorway when he sees how relaxed you look. something about you looking so content fills him with satisfaction. a smile tugs on his lips, unable to contain it or hide it. he’d give up on attempting to hide his smiles from you someday.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

your mind wanders to a few nights prior, the night he'd told you that you could use his bed 'if you wanted' instead of the sofa. mike shrugged as he expressed the sofa 'probably wasn't comfortable'. in fact, he knew it wasn't comfortable. he could attest to that with the amount of mornings he'd woken up with a stiff neck after accidentally falling asleep face down on the old pillows.

you hadn't planned to nap in his bedroom, not entirely. you had only entered his room earlier to organise some laundry but found yourself examining your surroundings. your eyes wandered as you imagined how he spent his free time, quickly remembering that he hardly had any time to spare.

your eyes had landed on his bench press in the corner of his room, did he use that? you tried not to picture it, you couldn't get flustered right now. shifting your attention, you turned to his bed and sat, running your hands across the duvet. a frown formed on your lips as you wondered how many nights he lay here struggling to sleep.

an hour or so passes with abby napping in her bedroom, your eyelids growing heavy as you lie down on his bed.

it was perfect napping weather, hot enough to sleep the afternoon away without a care in the world. stretching, you relish in the scent of him on his sheets. the only thing that would truly make this a picture-perfect napping opportunity would be -

you smile warmly and turn your head towards him as your eyes search for his, “hey, mike.”

entering fully and averting his gaze from yours, mike shuts the door and rests his backpack down on his desk. “hey,” he eventually says in response.

“it’s such a nice day out, and you’re wearing a hoodie. . .” you say sarcastically with a sleepy grin, taking in his attire - a dark hoodie with baggy jeans, the usual.

mike half turns towards you, smirking, “it’s such a nice day out, and you’re inside,” he continues, “two can play at that game.”

“is it illegal to nap now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow to challenge him.

a soft snicker, one that makes your heart skip a beat, “guess not.”

he stands for a few moments, looking back at his bag as if to look anywhere but at you. your eyes find his and note those familiar dark circles beneath them, his tense shoulders, and that distracted look behind his eyes. you wonder how often, if ever, mike relaxed. had he not been sleeping well again?

you then sit up, tapping the bed beside you for him to come closer. mike shifts nervously on his feet a little before obliging, walking over and perching on the edge of his bed. hunching over, he begins to untie his shoes. you watch with a captivated expression, eyes lingering over the curve of his back through his thick hoodie before landing back on his face.

tilting your head, you continue to observe him with a silent smile. the rays of sun catch on his curls as he carefully undoes his shoelaces. you watch as the sparks of auburn through his hair shine with every gentle kiss from the sun, his brow furrowed as his fingers diligently work.

you want to ask how he’s feeling, how his day was, what the first thing he thought about when he woke up that morning was, does he want a coffee, can you hold his hand while you fall asleep. . . there’s so much you want to ask mike schmidt.

but you stay quiet. and so does he.

placing his shoes at the side of his bed, he lets out a sigh of relief and rubs his knees. sometimes, michael had the aura of someone beyond his years - almost like he’d lived a couple of lifetimes already. it was cute. like a grandpa, the way his brow would wrinkle and he’d get grumpy at the smallest of occurrences.

suddenly, his head is turning and he catches you staring. your eyes stray from his and he smiles, scooting back on the bed to come closer to you. when your eyes find his again, you notice the sleepiness in his gaze, looking at you through half-lids.

“you’re tired,” you murmur softly.

mike shrugs, he's almost always tired. no amount of sleep seems to really ‘fix’ him. “not really. a bit.”

you chuckle and nod, “a bit,” you repeat.

mind wandering, you think back to just last week when you both nestled on the couch, your fingers entwined in his hair as he gently drifted to sleep against you. you’d never seen someone fall asleep so fast before, and truth be told, mike hasn’t stopped thinking about it.

it was the best night's sleep he’d had since he was a kid, maybe because he felt truly safe. your tender touches coaxed him into a sleep so deep that he didn’t even dream. then, when he awoke, seeing you above him? he's not sure he could ever describe the feeling.

and he’d been craving it since, not sure how to ask. ‘could you play with my hair again?’ - even thinking of the sentence made his skin crawl. he felt so. . . silly. mike had never been the type to ask for help, or ask for anything really. the burden always fell on his shoulders and he firmly believed that’s where it should stay.

there was unspoken tension between the two of you, but it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable tension. there was a calmness when in each other's presence, like it wouldn't be so bad if walls crumble. . . like it was simply safe to relax. and with each passing day, mike felt himself wanting to fall into your arms more and more, to be in your embrace. even if just for a little while.

with how soft and distracted his eyes had become, you could tell he was thinking. you were too.

“why don’t you lie down with me?” you eventually mumble, laying back on his bed, keeping your eyes on him. you know mike needs the rest, and if you could offer him any kind of comfort, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

this causes his eyes to widen, blinking. “uh. . .” and this was a habit of his, clamming up. why couldn’t he just get the words out? what if it was a joke? maybe you were just joking. you were joking, right? i mean, it wasn’t too out of the question, you had slept together before.

shit, not like that. his cheeks flush at his own thoughts.

he wants to, he wants to get closer to you. but as he often did, michael struggled to communicate what he wanted. of course he wanted to get closer, he thought about your hands intertwining often. would your hands be soft against his calloused palms?

“sorry, i don’t know why i asked,” you lied with a small forced chuckle, “you don’t have to. it’s just. . . after last week i-“

“i want to,” mike mutters under his breath in a quick response, glancing to the side. and he truly did, mike yearns for your affection, your glances, he’d take anything he could get. he just wasn’t sure how to approach any of it, how did other people find this so easy?

you’re a little shocked at his firm admission, he wants to. so you pet your stomach, offering him to lay back from his sitting position on the edge of the bed. you hope this isn't a step too far. as always, you were careful with mike, respecting his boundaries. you knew it wasn't easy for him to accept affection.

mike looks down at your stomach, and then back to you as if to gauge the situation. swallowing his nerves, he slowly leans back and rests the back of his head against your stomach as one hand rests across his torso.

his weight against you makes you smile, but you can tell he’s still tense from the way his shoulders stay rigid. “you’re not gonna hurt me, you know.” you smile.

mike smiles nervously, “hm? oh, yeah. . . i know.” he lies, swallowing thickly. his eyes settle on the ceiling above you both, enjoying the way his head rises and falls with every soft breath from you.

fingers twitching, you ache to touch his hair just like last time. you want to watch the tension in his face melt as he sinks into the touch. would he let you do it again?

the room felt calm, the moment soft. birds chirp outside as if they were singing for only the two of you. a ghost of a smile flickers on mike’s lips. a sense of nostalgia for childhood summers fill his mind and yours, where nothing was wrong and puffy white clouds would pass through the perfect blue sky without a care in the world.

and maybe for a short while, nothing is wrong, not while the two of you share quiet times like these.

maybe if you just. . .

your fingers slowly find his hair. at first, mike flinches slightly from your touch as he did before, but soon. . . he relaxes and exhales. his whole body loosens up, his head turning to look up at you with such softness that you almost gasp as you begin to gingerly comb through his hair with your digits.

the tension he holds in his shoulders lessens, body relaxing against you more and more. his slow breaths cause his chest to rise and fall in a gentle rhythm, syncing with yours.

mike’s hooded lids desperately fight to stay open, looking at you in appreciation - but also something more. you offer him a smile and he beams back a wide, tired smile. god, you want this every day. having his soft smile directed at you felt like a gift, one you'd cherish.

eyes drifting across his features, you take in every curve of his face. in turn, he does the same to you as if he’s committing it to memory. he studies you with great effort as if he were scared to blink in the fear that you would be gone when he opens his eyes. the only sound that fills the room is your combined gentle breathing mixing with the ambient sounds of summer from outside the window.

you want to tell him he looks beautiful, that he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, with his scruffy stubble and messy curls. in all his imperfect glory, michael schmidt was perfect to you.

and he wants to tell you that you're beautiful to him too, that you weave your way through his mind every day even when you're not around. when he's waking up to his empty bedroom, he's wondering how you slept. when he's flicking mindlessly through tv channels, he wonders what you'd prefer to watch. you were on his mind more than he could ever admit.

slowly, he drifts his free hand across the bed to rest near yours in a sweet, silent offer. all the while, his eyes stay sleepily locked in your gaze. you swallow hard, feeling the presence of his hand beside yours. his hand twitches slightly in anticipation of finally feeling a hand against his. please, he thinks to himself.

your hand finds his, resting softly against his rough palm, fingers interlinking in a peaceful embrace. your thumb traces along the curve of his hand in a repeating pattern, a soothing motion. it's almost impossible to tell, but mike's smile widens slightly.

the room is enveloped by the delicate orange hue of the summer sun, the sun rays almost fighting to land upon mike. and you couldn't blame them, you'd fight to be in his presence too. the beams land across his face, highlighting his face peppered with freckles and the beautiful mix of hazel in his eyes.

if you could, you'd capture this moment in a freeze frame forever. just you, mike and the summer sun.

your fingers continue to work against his hair, tracing across his scalp in a delicate pattern. nails drifting against his skin, his eyes flutter - evidence that you were doing a good job and you can't help but smile. the way his curls gave in to your touch was also incredibly soothing to you, feeling the softness of them wrap around your fingers and then give way to each movement you make.

and mike loves it, his mind quiet and body thoroughly soothed. goosebumps find their way across his neck at your touch. he wants to thank you, but words fail him. instead, he gives your hand a tender squeeze.

his eyes are closing, his hand loosening on yours as he begins to lose the futile battle against sleep. "thought you weren't tired?" you whisper, finally breaking the silence.

". . .m' not. . ." he mumbles with a loose jaw, eyes blinking open again but gradually closing.

your eyes take in the way he's positioned, it can't be entirely comfortable, "bring your legs up, it's okay if you fall asleep."

mike does exactly that in his sleepy state, bringing his legs up onto the bed and curling up with his head nuzzling against your stomach. ". . . not gonna fall asleep. . ." he mutters, his eyes closing completely now as he relishes your warmth against him.

your fingers in his hair continue as you watch him give in to the tiredness that he's tried so hard to fight. "okay, you're not going to fall asleep. . ." you suppress a chuckle, scared to disturb him as his head rests against your tummy.

god, he looks so peaceful. the way he's curled up beside you is incredibly adorable, his fingers loose against yours as you still hold his hand as he sleeps. his breathing deepens, mouth half open as his head nuzzles against your stomach.

the birds continue to sing outside of his window, but all of the noise seems to slowly filter itself out. you're focused on mike, so much so that you find your own eyes growing heavy in response.

how had you been so lucky as to find yourself in this position twice? you weren't sure, but you know you want it again and again. mike's mind plagued him often, almost always, but with you? things were quiet, peaceful. . . like you were an escape he'd desperately search for every time.

he hadn't realised how badly he craved companionship until he saw you, really saw you for the first time. a few months into babysitting abby, he had been getting ready to leave for his shift when he poked his head into her room. you sat by her desk with her, watching contently as she drew and explained each stroke. your patience and genuine interest were both incredibly endearing to him. and when your head turned in his direction, offering a simple sweet smile, he felt an unfamiliar emotion swelling in his chest.

from then on, he knew it was only a matter of time before he caved. it would be impossible not to. mike's defences were strong, he knew it, but the ache he felt for you was stronger.

there's so much he wants to say, but mike's mind would solve that puzzle another time. for now, his mind falls deeper and deeper into sleep.

and so does yours, your eyes closing and your head slumping against his pillows. your hand loosely rests against his head, the two of you breathing softly into the summer air that fills the room.

maybe someday mike would tell you how he felt, maybe. but you were entirely content with taking things at mike's pace, you'd wait forever if it meant he felt comfortable. what more could you ask for than these soft moments where you could hide from the world together and find solace in one another?

you never want to let him go, and from now on? mike was never letting you go either. you felt like home to him.

mike felt like finally, he was home.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. ‧₊˚ dedicated tags: @helen-on-earth @fatinhadesiners06 @boonam @laurrrelise @sun-spider13 @sammygirlism @sleepyhutcherson @mikeandikeschmidt ‧₊˚ ily!! .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

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im the anon who asked for the body swap ct!! loved it thank u <33 🧃

i’m glad you liked it!! 😁

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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i’m opening requests for marauders now too i’m feeling bold 😈 send me fic requests i’ll write for anybody from the marauders era!!!

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hi!! what about like a body swap w the jjk guys wouldnt that be fun. like a curse with a weird technique got to us and blah blah (you can wrote whoeverr but megumi would be nice <3)

JJK Boys React to:

Body Swap CT!!

MEGUMI—

ok first off i just wanna say that he would need a factory reset after realizing what happened

megumi would look at you, then down at himself, then back at you about a thousand times

it feels weird being in someone else’s skin, he would try not to let it show how uncomfortable he would feel

he really doesn’t know what to do with himself. it’s not even a matter of trying to respect your body since it’s his for the time being

he just loathes the feeling of invading it

that is…

until he notices that his— no, your body gets all hot and fluttery when he’s around you

it’s strange. why is he getting flustered by his own face? it’ll eventually click that it’s just your body’s instinct to get nervous around him

now he can only stand there and wonder what his body is doing to you

ITADORI—

oh boy.

my only words of wisdom in this situation are good luck.

right off the bat when he realizes he’s not in his own body anymore, he loses his shit

if you’re a woman, he 100% feels the need to touch his chest. having boobs is crazy

he’s known for being a reckless dude so when he’s running around in your body, expect to have several unknown bruises

i feel like he’d try to do shit he normally does and forget that he doesn’t have his usual heightened abilities and then whine when he hurts himself, or technically you

he’ll apologize profusely for the damage done, and start going on and on about how you can beat him up when you guys switch back

GOJO—

he’ll just flirt with you/himself the whole time. that’s it. he’ll compliment your beautiful new blue eyes or how tall you’ve become over night.

he’s makes those “looking in a mirror” jokes and thinks he’s the funniest person alive.

spoiler alert; he isn’t.

INUMAKI—

this time it’s your turn to fuck up

he literally speaks in ingredients, and you don’t.

straight off the bat you start freaking out and talking like you usually do and the poor people around you suffer for it

also inumaki, his throat is gonna hurt REAL bad

but now he’s embracing his inner american with the freedom of speech!! 🦅🇺🇸🔥

he abuses the fact that he can talk normally for once without drawbacks and he YAPS

all day

to anyone willing to listen

that’s not to say he isn’t still quiet though, you’ll strain yourself trying to hear him

he gets real sad when you guys swap back

NANAMI—

oh he’s so respectful about it.

keeps reassuring you all day that everything will be fine— although it’s a little awkward trying to comfort himself…

he’s definitely stiff as hell with everything he does, similar to megumi

bro goes into robot mode, and is so uncomfortable

literally doesn’t know how to take care of your body because anything and everything feels illegal

he can’t eat or drink because then he’ll have to go to the bathroom, and that’s an invasion of privacy

but he can’t let your body starve so then what

the man is stressed

he spends a lot of time silently panicking and trying to swap yall back

here lies nanami kento R.I.P 🪦

TODO—

this one is solely for shits and giggles.

if you’re not a tall woman with a big ass, he spends the whole time complaining. that’s it pt. 2

i’m so deadass he whines the whole time about how he misses his body and that this sucks and he’d much prefer he’d gotten to swap with takada

and blah blah blah

YUTA—

he’s so nervous

it feels wrong

he’s not worried about his body, just yours

he’s not worried about how he feels, just how you feel

he’s trying to make sure you’re okay, but it’s weird talking to you when you’re wearing his face

and vice versa

you can’t really feel comforted when you’re looking down at yourself having a panic attack

you two feed on each other’s nervous energies and eventually descend into madness

i feel bad for everyone who has to take care of you during this

#jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #todo jjk #nanami kento #nanami x reader #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #yuta x reader #jjk yuta #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen

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