#(if you're like. but rem i am doing that. or trying. yeah my brain's fucked right now too so like.

[ellecdc]

helloooo, I am not the one who requested the reactions to a needy reader but I would love to see the reactions when they’re NOT in a relationship! Please and thank you ❤️❤️😘

ooooooou ok ok ok ok based off of this ficlet-ish thing here, the original prompt was:

how do you think the boys would react to reader telling them that she’s like NEEDY needy (iykyk) would they do it, or just like get shy and walk off? or? 👀👀👀👀👀👀

so, this is the not in a relationship edition: mature content ahead, viewer discretion is advised

James:

turns so red

eyebrows raised so far up his forehead that his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose

takes him a few moments to restart his brain

nervous laughing

"oh, erm, haha, well...I mean...I, I'm not sure what it is you're looking for but, erm, well...."

he does eventually spit it out that he'll help you out if you were serious

I think he'd be the kind of guy that it would be like, super casual? sort of transactional/you two kind of giggling or bumbling your way through it -> "ow!" "oh shit, sorry, y'alright?" "yeah, sorry, can we just.." "like this?" "yeah that's better" like, giggling fits through out sort of deal

either way, he does help you out - you both agree to let each other know when you can help the other out again

Sirius:

cocks an eyebrow at you and looks you up and down with a salacious smirk

"is that so?"

he let's that sit in the air for a few minutes as he shifts in his seat and returns his 'focus' to his books (though he's anything but focused now), still wearing a shit-eating grin

"if only there was someone here to help you with that."

you start looking around the room to see if there is indeed someone who will help you with that, seeing as Sirius is obviously fucking useless

you finally sigh "I'll go see if anyone in the common room is game"

he slams his books shut and hastily grabs his things, grabbing you roughly and dragging you out of the library

absolutely fucking ravishes you in a broom closet - you're worried you won't be able to walk back out on your own

leaves marks on you just to prove a point

"you're not going to find anyone else who can make you feel better than me, doll. let me know when you find yourself needing my help again"

Remus:

definitely a little blushy; I see him being somewhat shy at first if he doesn't know you too well / doesn't know where exactly he stands with you because he'd never want to make anyone feel uncomfortable

likely ask you to "come again"

when you tell him that's exactly what you're trying to do (😉😉😉) he's blushing again and laughing nervously as he looks back at his book/whatever he'd been doing prior to that

get's a little stuck in his head about it: you were bold enough to complain to him, should he be bold enough to offer you his help? is that even what you were trying to accomplish? were you just confiding in him as a friend? who complains to their friends about being horny? would someone like you even want a guy like him?

well, what's he got to lose by offering? if you laugh in his face, he can just avada himself later (rem has a dark sense of humour, sorry)

finally clears his throat and awkwardly offers his assistance if you want, though he refuses to make eye contact with you as he does.

he's surprised by how quickly you accept but he hastily finds an empty class room and spreads you out on a desk to go down on you - he doesn't want you returning the favour; he's hoping if he makes you feel good, you might come back for more

Regulus:

see, him I see getting shy and walking away

face blanches when he realizes what you've admitted

perhaps he's not sure you were actually asking him/if you were simply confiding in him

basically sits frozen in his spot until he can't take it anymore

says something stupidly awkward like "well.....good luck with that!" and hastily leaves the room

definitely bangs his head against the wall in his dorm when he realizes what a fuck up that was

absolutely jerks off in the shower later fantasizing about all the ways that conversation could have gone differently

Barty:

I think it'd be the same as the other fic?

"Barty? I'm, erm, well....I'm feeling kind of......needy?"

Barty shrugs and just stops whatever he's doing, turns to you and says "okay, take your clothes off/lift your skirt"

and then suddenly you're like "........????"

rolls his eyes at you. "well? do you want my help or not?"

"I, uhm, well...."

"Salazars saggy balls, no wonder you're so strung tight - no one will fuck you if you can't get a simple yes out."

"yes! Okay, yes....." you admit finally

shit eating grin spreads across his face

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into"

.....all this to say, he certainly helps you out lol

[strangelittlestories]

When the bad dreams start coming, thick enough to ooze their way past your webs and wards, you sometimes need to ask yourself: am I being Oracle'd or am I being Krueger'd?

These are both bad.

If you're being Krueger'd, then some malicious spirit or fellow dreamweaver has found a way past the ward-webs around your dreamspace and is - to put it plainly - *fucking with you*. And, if you don't act pretty damn decisively, they will keep doing it until you die.

If you're lucky, they've fallen into the trap of instituting full 'if you die in the dream, you die in real life' rules. This is a rookie error for all ghosts and dream-dabblers because, fundamentally, what is true for me in my dreams must also be true for *you*. So the asshole who goes this route, you just have to find them and fight them. And, yes, finding them can be tricky; a smart operator will set traps in your subconscious, make minions of your baby fears, and set your wild nightmares loose to go a-reaving.

But all that shit still leaves a psychic trace. It’s like an artist's signature style on the weave. And if you pick apart one thread, then you can follow the unravelling right back to the source. Once you’ve found them, you just have to do a big old metaphorical dream fight about it.

And once you've beaten them about the head with a giant frozen raincloud that represents your inner sense of shame ... well, then you're home free.

A more cunning 'weaver will just straight up try to kill you with exhaustion.

They won’t even need to step foot in your dreams personally. Not all the way at least. Not enough to put them in danger of reprisals. They’ll just stick one dainty toe into the waters of your deep thoughts, stirring it up with just a drop of malevolence and the whole 5-fathom depth will turn roiling and rancid.

Goodbye 8 hours a night. Goodbye REM. Goodbye anything resembling lucidity. And hello to ‘countdown to the inevitable’. Because once your sleep is wrecked enough that you realise what’s happened, you really only have a few days left before it’s too late and your body just *stops*.

And it’s a few days of exhaustion, moodiness, brain fog and moderate-to-severe hallucinations too. So, uh, good luck sleuthing your way to your would-be killer while all *that* is going on.

So step 1: get help. Step 2: hope like hell whatever rot they stuck in the dank part of your mind gives you some kind of trail. Step 3: good old fashioned, mundane detective work (this goes faster if you already have a list of your enemies). Step 4: revenge/justice/peacetalks (delete as appropriate). Step 5: an exhaustive cleansing process that will probably involve facing your deepest insecurities or some other nonsense.

Yeah. Getting Krueger’d is a *lot* and you’ve gotta be either real good, real fortunate, or have a hell of a support network to get out alive.

But it’s still better than being Oracle’d.

Because when you start having *prophetic* dreams? Oh buddy, once fate has gotten its fangs in you, everything else is just a delaying tactic. You could spin up strands of dreamsilk made of solid night, folded like steel a hundred times and entwine it into a net more perfect than a thousand spiders could make … destiny will burn through it in days.

And once the future plants a seed in the earth of you? Once it starts writing the future in its roots across your slumber? Well, there’s only one way to fight the future, babe.

You see, the future *will* happen to you. The only thing you can do is happen to *it* too. As hard as you can, for as long as you can.

Otherwise, fate will make you its loose thread. Every time.