#and i just HAD to share her goofy lil expression

[wazzuppy]

not a thought behind those eyes

[weirdmageddon]

i love these tags this person is so right

actually, can you imagine if dave was raised by B1 roxy?

i wanna get into this actually

(ok i had to spend a few hours rewriting this because IT DIDNT FUCKING SAVE AFTER FIVE HOURS OF WRITING WHEN MY COMPUTER UPDATED WHILE I WAS AFK so it would mean a lot to show this post some appreciation. i LOVEEE hearing what other people have to say)

even though these things mom does are presented in an extravagant, kitsch, jokey way, her intentions always came from a place of sincerity. she is simply Funnie

but rose reads too far into it and assumes things that aren't there, that her mother is passive-aggressively feigning interest in rose's interests simply because the things she does are so extra. "why do all of this if not to mock me"

im telling you right now if dave lived in this household he wouldn't assume antagonism, he'd go,

don’t forget who LITERALLY patented tangible jpeg artifacts as their post-scratch adult self and scattered shitty scummed up statue of liberties all over the planet. theres no way some of that overboard artful shit wasnt post-ironic / circling back around to genuine funny sincerity

dave's natural state is funny sincerity like roxy. he's had the natural capacity for this type of humor from the start and this is the direction he goes towards when he grows out of his brother's shadow by the end of the comic. dave and roxy share an earnest “so bad its good” type of humor

(lots more under the cut; the length of this meta analysis just got unwieldly with all the pictures and whatnot)

despite the alcoholism, roxy is a supportive mother. she's not the ideal guardian but hells of a lot more supportive of her kid than bro is. if she knew dave's interests she would totally indulge in them with some over the top silly goofy haha shit as a genuine gesture simply because she loves him

rose isn't too keen on it though. but she is more similar to dirk in her natural state of thinking of overthinking shit and assuming the worst, like the tags said

and yes dave got the sweet cuddly yet sometimes backhanded ouppy gene from roxy, probably even moreso lol

roxy's even said rose "sounds like girl dirk"

side tangent here, but this is something i wanna talk about.

i dont think bro should ever be in custody of children ever but if theres anyone who would be up to the task it's rose probably. i know she'd be able to keep up with him. not only does she have a defined personality (dave is more malleable and absorbs his environment like a sponge), if anyone can pick apart B1 dirk's batshit brain and probably be right on the money it's her. lil cal has been pumping patriarchal nonsense into bro's head and rose would be able to bring the fucking facts to the table without losing her own and being a living example of a badass little girl. i also don't think bro would try to force masculine roles onto rose like he did with dave, seeing as she is a girl, so she would actually have more of a leg up and get some passes that dave was never afforded. and rose wouldn't stand idly and accept any bullshit; she is no doormat. and i think this would earn bro's respect

but anyway, from this, couldn't we conclude roxy "sounds like girl dave"?

yeah okay. we havent even gotten into their penchant for funny typos or misspeaks, deliberate or otherwise

so, dave's environment

the sentiment "god you hope you can be as good as your bro at this some day" might have been genuine at the time when he idolized bro but of course he's not able to express that in any sort of sincere fashion because he's in dirk's fucking household. and this level 10 irony shit isnt doing dave any favors

his role models were the Internet and a vague idea of what Bro was like. So he built up his facade based on irony–not the literary definition of irony, as Rose might be quick to point out, but a popular concept of irony based on the idea that things that didn’t make sense actually made sense in some roundabout way. As a master of irony, Dave probably reasoned, he could see in a way other people couldn’t why a world that was scary and didn’t make sense really did make sense, and could therefore convince those people that he was superior to them. And he would wield his knowledge to maintain the appearance of superiority by calling everything ironic and pretending he didn’t care about things that didn’t make sense, and he would use walls of vaguely rhyming words to keep everyone at arm’s length so they wouldn’t discover his insecurities (source)

roxy's style is the embodiment of post-irony. being raised by mom lalonde would be like being raised by joel vinesauce ok

what can i say ….. (getting meta about this actually, hussie got these jpeg wizard wallpapers from a spyware website. link takes some time to load because internet archive)

rose is quick to read post-irony as actually being a joke/insincere, which in bro's case would be true. but i believe dave's natural instinct, outside of the influence of bro, is to read post-irony as genuine, which is exactly how mom serves it. we see this as early as act 3 from him; he understands her motives better than rose does herself:

and in act 6 intermission 2 i think it's pretty clear

but the thing is, it's always genuine from her. dave wouldn't have to second guess it because he's not one to naturally second guess someone's sincerity; that was learned due to his bro being virtually unassailable

there two types of ironies at play here:

seems like a joke, is actually genuine (roxy)

doesnt seem like a joke, is actually a joke (dirk)

you can make the argument that the second is is more psychologically destructive because it makes you question the reality of what is genuine sentiment and what isn't. dave never knew what was genuine and what was irony so he just sort of existed in this sincerity-ironic limbo and always did the opposite of what he genuinely felt on principle even if it always did originate from a genuine place.

"it just a joke bro i was just being ironic i dont actually x" is so much more trust-breaking and psychologically damaging than "wait are you being serious" / "i am being so fucking fr rn davy gravy" / "ok thats actually pretty fucking awesome. giant ass wizard statue" / "RIGHT"

how much about dave would change do you think? his character arc would be completely different for one thing, i think he'd have it good aside from mom's alcohol issues. he'd be left with the sweet and funny parts of him that we see at the end of the comic. the fake coolguy stuff is out, but this remains. this is dave in his element and we see it as early as act 1

he'd probably have no shades growing up in the lalonde residence* either cause those were given to him by bro straight out of the crater as an extension of his own cool image. and john gave dave ben stiller’s aviators for his 13th birthday to replace them so he could “spread his wings”

dave said he was wearing them for the ironies but i kind of doubt it. maybe post-irony but there was some reacharound to it being genuine because dave never put those pointy anime shades on his face again.

*though... it’s kind of hard to imagine him without his shades at all? B2 dave still got stiller’s shades from stiller himself so maybe getting them is a universal constant. i can imagine mom getting him them as a birthday gift cause shes pretty wealthy and probably could buy it out in an auction. but also itd be cool if john still gave him it as a gift

dave is actually a lot more genuine and easy to read than he lets on even when grappling with his upbringing with B1 dirk (again, see this post). this can be seen all throughout he comic but a good example is the evolution of thoughts about his interest in the preserved dead things in his room:

if B1 roxy was dave's guardian he probably WOULD have pursued paleontology because she wouldve indulged him in it and probably find it cool and worthwhile to pursue, instead of allowing dave to flounder under ironic detachment, being poisoned by irony to the point of gaslighting himself into believing he doesnt actually believe he thinks this shit is cool. even if it was indulged in this such a way; a superficially kitsch and ironic appearing presentation, it comes from a genuine place and inspires genuine interest. just read the comments.

basically, i think if B1 roxy raised dave, their relationship would have a surface level appearance of being bizarre or over-the-top but they’d have an unsaid mutual understanding that it’s completely in earnest and just build on each other's funny and absurd gestures of affection. rather than seeing it as one-upping each other, it'd more like collaboration of some silly bullshit that you take a step back and look at full and just say, "fucking incredible"

speaking of paleontology, mom had the proto-ectobiology lab. maybe they'd be able to use the equipment to appearify paradox ghost imprints of the dead shit to create paradox clones of things from the cambrian era??? sounds like a fun mother son bonding activity. and theyd actually put the sciencey shit in the household to use

oh god i know exactly the kinds of music shed listen too also growing up as a teen in the 80s. she on that (post)-punk/art rock/new wave/new romantic mtv stuff. XTC shit fr. this is a B-52S HOUSEHOLD. maybe the associates for the campy melodramatic flair. so he gets to keep the record on his shirt cause he is an enjoyer of the shit in her vinyl collection. dave would still gravitate towards musical expression and music itself but of more variety outside of just rap, with an 80s-90s, even 70s flavor due to mom’s influence. see this for perhaps a glimpse. ​she probably visited new york city a lot for business trips and because the music scene was cool as hell around that time, imports came straight from jfk airport, she probably got in on that a bit and have remnants in the form of vinyls and cassettes. in this way she could be distributing void to dave (influencing him with forgotten / presently irrelevant music). now he can REALLY rave about bands none of his friends have heard of. “hey davy grvay watcha listenin to” (he holds up vinyl cover) “omg snakefinger”

btw dave lalonde would look like this to me

[starlitiris]

Hi, I wanted to say I adore your writing!! You don't have to do this request if you don't want to, but I'd love to hear your headcannons for how the troupe (or specifically Uvo, Pakunoda, and Shalnark) react to an s/o that likes to give them love bites♡ (Not sexually, just affectionate biting!)

I sincerely apologize for being months late to this holy shit, I had a lot of shit going on right after i got this ask and i was just tired and OUGH but here it is

I hope my goofy ass writing makes up for the wait </3 and I hope I didn’t make them too out of character 😭 been a minute since I wrote for hxh

And ty for enjoying my writing i’m very glad that you do!!!

If anyone wants me to do this for other hxh characters, phantom troupe or otherwise, LMK!!! I’d love to give that a shot >:)

Love Bites! (Phantom Troupe Headcanons)

Shalnark

- I can imagine you and Shal are cuddling on the couch in the home you share

- He has an arm around you, holding you close while he scrolls through whatever on his phone

- You don’t know what he’s looking at. Nor do you care. You want attention.

- You gently grab the hand that’s on you and CHOMP

- Well. It’s not really a CHOMP. It’s just a little nibble.

- “Huh?-“ He looks at you.

- He looks befuddled.

- But then he smiles!

- Intrigued and amused, he asks: “What are you doing?”

- “You’re not paying attention to me, so I’m making you,” you tell him with a devious little smirk

- “Oh, really?” The amusement in his expression morphs into something much more mischievous.

- “Uh huh,” you say before biting his fingers again, a little harder this time

- “Hey!” He shouts through a giggle

- He grabs one of your hands and bites YOU. Not any harder than you bit him, though. He wouldn’t wanna hurt his beloved <3

- You squeal and try to pull your hand away, but he doesn’t let you.

- He keeps nipping at you while you giggle and screech at him to stop

- Eventually he tackles onto your back on the couch

- He squishes your sides attacks your shoulder, neck and ear with playful nibbles

- “SHAL!” You laugh. “S-STOP IT!!”

- “What? I’m giving you attention now, isn’t this what you wanted?” He retorts before resuming his attack

- I’m sorry, Reader. You lost this battle.

Pakunoda

- Arghh your girlfriend/fiancée/wife is so pretty

- You adore her so much. Sooo so much that you cannot put it into words

- You can put it into actions, though!

- With the utmost love and care, you lift her hand to your face, kiss the back of her hand, and very very gently nibble on her dainty wrist.

- She makes a small noise indicating she was caught off guard, and she looks at you with a look of befuddlement

- “What on earth are you doing?” She asks

- You remove her wrist from your teeth and look up at her with a sweet lil smile. “Biting you.”

- “Why?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

- “Because I love you.”

- She stares

- And blinks

- Then smiles, emitting a chuckle

- “You are strange,” she tells you.

- “Does this bother you?” You ask, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

- “Not at all, my love.”

- You grin and gently nibble at her wrist again.

- Strange as you may be, she finds you adorable.

- This will become a common occurrence.

Uvogin

- You and Uvo are having a picnic date!! Cute!!

- Right now you’re listening to him ramble on about a recent job he had

- He retells his favorite moments from the adventure enthusiastically

- You love watching him get enthusiastic and passionate about things. Even if it is, uh… theft and murder sometimes. But you find it charming!

- “-Anyway, you should’ve been there. It was the most fun I had on a job in a while!” He finishes his story and takes a big ol’ bite from his sandwich.

- An idea strikes you. Muhaha

- “Hey Uvo, gimme your hand,” you tell him, reaching out your own two hands to hold his massive one

- “Huh? Why?”

- “Just gimme. Give.”

- He gives you a questioning look before complying and giving his hand to you.

- You grab it, pull it closer to you and chomp one of his fingies

- You don’t bother with being gentle. The man has iron skin, you could probably bite him as hard as possible and it would barely tickle

- Uvogin snorts. “What the hell are you doing?”

- You let go. “What’s it look like?”

- “Why are you biting me?” He grins, finding your goofy ass to be very cute and charming as always.

- “Cause I wanna!” You bite him again.

- “Fuckin’ weirdo.” He lets you gnaw away at his hand and continues eating his sandwich.

- He snickers when you literally say “grr” as you’re biting him.

- He loves you. He loves you and all your quirks.

Sorry if this was too short but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🕺

[mollisquama]

Canto 8 prediction bingo!

Explanations under read more!

2-in-1 Theory: The theory that Daiyu and Baoyu share a body

Hong Lu wants to keep 'Hong Lu': it's similar to how Don Quixote did her dramatic monologue at the end of canto 7 for wanting the sinners to continue calling her Don Quixote. I think it would be goofy for Hong Lu to be like "👉👈 can we keep calling me Hong Lu? My real name feels kinda awkward"

Jia Huan showing up: I feel like this is almost a given given this is literally the Jia canto pfft

Hong Lu's family dog is an abnormality: I haven't seen this on a bingo board yet but I desperately need the Canto 2 pawn shop scene to be referenced.

Hong Lu's eye is a moonlight stone: perhaps Hong Lu is so calm because he's forced to be?

Hong Lu cries: idk bro I just want this man to cry. Or show any other emotion other than his detached happy apathy thing going on.

Don Quixote reads Hong Lu: okay okay. This one. There's a moment in 7-29 where Don Quixote has a misunderstanding where she thinks that canto 7 is about Hong Lu. She asks Dante to take care of Hong Lu-- to keep him steady. She points out that Hong Lu's expression has been odd and he must've been worried about seeing Xichun, yet Sinclair and Dante were both puzzled by what she possibly could've observed to come to that conclusion. I think that Don Quixote understands Hong Lu and his mask better than most Sinners, and I am really hoping to see another moment where Don Quixote notices that something is deeply wrong before the majority of the Sinners comment on anything.

Jia Qiu dies: what it says. This man is either gonna distort or die. (Or some other horrific alternative) And I am HERE to see what happens

RCorp does mass cullings of HCorp: I am extremely unsure of the actual timeline. I just think that the RCorp Hong Lu story coinciding with the Canto teaser showing both a child and adult Hong Lu looking up on a massacre is just.... Very convenient. Of course, there could just be one big event being referenced in the trailer that just has adult Hong Lu looking back. I think something repeated would be interesting, though.

Sinner Dehumanization: okay, we all know this is happening SOMEWHERE in the canto... Right?

Hong Lu perishing in the Nocturnal Sweeping callback: Jia Qiu never actually commented on Hong Lu being dead but Hong Lu was very much dead during that interaction and likely within view. I just think it would be an interesting interaction for Jia Qiu to mention it.

Hong Lu is unavailable for a portion of pt 3: idk how likely a Hong Lu crashout is. But if it were to happen I think they would put it in act 3.

Stone Theory is True: the theory that Hong Lu is inhuman and instead some form of Jade or Stone. It's closer to the DOTRC where the jade wants to experience the world.

Xichun does not win: I don't think she will outright win the Hierarch Evaluation, but I do think she could possibly get it via Hong Lu if he wins.

Hong Lu is NOT a good person: a long while ago I saw a post with the theory that the latter half of the Cantos will include stories that are a bit more... Unforgivable. Where the Sinner involved isn't just a victim of circumstance and instead did something morally questionable. I think that's cool. I also think we already saw a brief glimpse of that possibly happening in Canto 7 when Outis was going through her brief Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Monster™️ dialogue with Dante and Don Quixote. (That's not exactly what happened but let me be goofy)

Yi Sang tries to be emotionally intelligent: I think Yi Sang will make another attempt to reach out to Hong Lu like how Hong Lu reached out to Yi Sang in Canto 4. I've seen this on a few other bingo boards also.

Outside of battle cutscene: this canto trailer already had some animation. I have a very small theory that Project Moon may attempt to do a different art style cutscene than what most of the cutscenes have previously been. (I do love the lil battle cutscenes though) The change in art style could be in battle, but I'm somewhat wondering if we will get an animation when the bough is resonated with.

Bell Shadow from E.G.O.: okay, to be honest, at first I thought that shadow in Hong Lu's base ego was a mirror. And he was avoiding looking at himself. But it does also look like a looming bell. Guys. I need to know if this has actual backstory significance.

Someone Distorts: a lot of people thing Hong Lu will distort. But I personally think that there're many other interesting options for distortion candidates. Xichun distorts because she doesn't win? Qiu distorts?(I have no other reason to think this other than the fact that it seems like that would be a very interesting boss battle) I do agree that Hong Lu has been building up to a possible distortion plot with all of his lil comments and the Checkup event refreshing us on distortions and the monolith. But... I'm keeping my options open?

Hong Lu being lustful reference: I feel like Hong Lu is associated a lot more with gloom, but with the source material putting emphasis on licentiousness(or lust) I'm wondering if there may be a callback. This chart was made May 6th before the battle pass trailer shared that Hong Lu's WAW ego was Gluttony, so I do wonder if they may go that route. (lust, gluttony, and greed are very similar in my opinion and I would love to do a ramble on the differences sometime. But that's not necessarily Hong Lu related)

No Story Dungeon: please, project moon. I'm begging. I always get stuck in story dungeons. I get lost in those dungeons for weeks, project moon.

The Clockhead acts up: this consists of Dante's head doing ANYTHING unintentional. A new power shows up, Dante for some reason looks into a sinner's thoughts like in Canto 5, Dante sees the door, Dante hears random peccatulum or abnormalities, the fire explodes again... Pretty much anything that isn't just Dante's day-to-day self.

Sinclair tries to play hero: similar to how I assume Yi Sang will reach out, I think Sinclair will try to reach out much like he did in Canto 7. I don't think that Sinclair and Hong Lu are necessarily best friends in the game, but I think Sinclair is trying to be more heroic and brave. Thus, he will likely try to be helpful again.

Turbo Depression Rodya: besties. I think this will be a nightmare for Rodya. First, having to be around rich people in a competition to become richer. Second, she's already been in a sort of downward spiral. I think Rodion will be distressed over seeing the wastefulness and exploitation that may possibly come with how rich Hong Lu's family is.

[tired-old-men]

Hello! I started following this blog recently and couldn't believe it when I found it... I always loved The Brotherhood, but always felt so lonely on that. It's a dream to see all the love you give them on this blog! Thank you so much for this, really! This makes this fellow echidna lover really happy!

(I was also really shy to send an ask, btw haha)

Anyways, I wanted to ask something! How was Janelle-Li like? And how did you guys feel about her loss?

Comments like these really make my life to be honest! A part of me thought when creating this blog that a majority of this blog’s life would be me screaming into the void about these echidnas. After the end of the Archie comics they very much became quite the obscure characters, and granted they were already pretty niche in the comics to begin with. So it really warms my heart when people approach this blog with that “holy shit I remember these dudes!” feeling, because that was quite literally me a year or so ago when I slowly creeped back into this fandom, rediscovering this deep love for these characters. I’m glad that these characters still get a lot of love! I’m happy that my love for these characters can be felt in my art or in my writing and be shared with all of you. Thank you so much for your kind words PsychoAna, they mean the world to me and inspire me to continue on sharing the echidna love! ^^ 

Also never hesitate to drop something off at my inbox, trust I feel you on the shyness, I’m that friend that will be more likely to respond than to initiate an interaction lol but I can talk your ear off if you let me! No mater how serious, goofy, or chaotic your inquiry or interaction may be is totally fine by me! I’m just delighted by the fact you took your time to engage in my silly little blog. I swear I’m not a scary old man I’m just another silly lil guy on the internets lol ♥

⍟─────── ⋆ 。.・゜・✧・✦・✧・゜・。⋆ ────────⍟

Thunderhawk’s eyes soften “What was she like? She was… everything.. everything you could ask for in a Guardian in a child even. Headstrong, smart, resourceful, bright, incredibly athletic, she always found her own success in anything she did even in the most uphill of battles. She NEVER backed down from a challenge no matter how rough it got, she never got discouraged she just.. kept on going. 

She carried such an incredible sense of strength within her, she made a fine Guardian, better than I could ever be to be honest, like it was her destiny to do so.” Thunderhawk gives a soft chuckle reminiscing on a memory, then lets out a deep sigh as his face saddens. “She did a lot of good for a lot of people… And as a father I couldn’t be more proud of her… her absence is more than felt within us…”

Sabre places a reassuring hand on his grandfather’s shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze to remind him he was there for him. “She… she was like a second mother to me… when I moved to Angel Island as a young boy she welcomed me with such an open heart. She um always seems to know what to do or say to brighten someone’s day. I appreciated her words of wisdom, she had a different way of viewing things that really made me think during rough times in my Guardian journey…She truly was the best of us and I… I miss her too…” Thunderhawk reaches to hold Saber’s hand resting on his shoulder, he looks back at him giving him a soft smile behind glossy eyes, appreciative of his words. “Janelle-Li was more than an outstanding Guardian in her own right, she was a valued member of our family. Her unfortunate early departure from this world is one that can be felt in our hearts and throughout Angel Island, by the multitude of people who’s lives were enriched by her, she inspired the best in all of us, and she is dearly missed by all who came to know her. She was a shining beacon of light, she took pride in her role of Guardian, and I could not have any more love and appreciation for my dear granddaughter.” Spectre speaks, even in his monotone expression his words are genuine. He gently pats Sabre and Thunderhawk comfortingly as he stands by them. 

[sugakuns]

[ʜᴄ] 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: kicking kuroo, sakusa and suna in the balls on accident

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader - not proof read

— 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐭.

okay so kuroo decided to be a goofy lil shit and started to tickle you

and obviously you started trying to squirm out of his grasp cuz who tf wants to be tickled 🤨

then, it happened

fully stops talking for like 3 minutes to wallow in the pain

“Ku-uroo stoppp” You’re wheezing, trying to push off the weight of your boyfriend who was smiling at your demise. He has you pinned against his bed with your arm virtually trapped in between your chest and his own.

“But why? You look so cu-” Kuroo stops talking as his face slowly starts to contort into a pained expression. At first you’re happy to have his fingers removed from your sides but when they dart down to hold his crotch, you realise that you must have kicked him right in the balls on accident.

You’re trying to shoot our apologies but you can’t help but laugh as he dramatically falls over but you guess you can’t say much - you haven’t had your groin kicked for a while.

“Tetsu are you okay?” You’re giggling as you rub his back but he continues to just hold his junk as he breathes in dramatically. Perhaps you had more strength than you thought you had?

— 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤.

baby he’s gonna act like he doesn’t know you anymore

ultimate betrayal even if it’s in accident

i hc that kiyoomi has never been hit in the nuts so you’re literally the only person to cause him this pain

like he’s literally just trying to get in bed and you turn around and 💥 bam 💥 he has felt the pain he’s dreaded every day of his life

“Kiyoomi get in already!” You’re whining as you stare up at Kiyoomi who’s taking his time to get ready. It’s absolutely freezing thanks to Decembers unruly coldness and no matter how many layers you pile on you can only seek warmth in Kiyoomi’s arms.

But as you roll over and accidentally get your feet stuck in the covers as Kiyoomi leans over the bed, you make contact with his crotch.

“Sorry, did I kick you?” Innocently you peer over the bundle of covers to find Kiyoomi bent over as he holds his stomach. You can’t even find the humour to laugh at the unfortunate event as he glares at you.

“Kiyoomi! I’m so sorry!” You’re leaning over to grasp his hands to show him how sorry you are but he pulls away. Of course he decides to be difficult. Kiyoomi had always secretly been a drama queen.

No matter how many ‘sorry’s’ or how many kisses you try to plant on his face to tell you how sorry you are for accidently kicking him he still decides to sleep with his back facing you.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.

suna is a talker okay?

he curse the fuck out of you because it fucking hurts

but, to set the scene yall were literally just chilling and suna was all buzz cause he finally got the pint of ben and jerry’s he’d been wanting for a while

he was even going to share it with you! but you just had to backstab him smh

You’re played over the sofa and getting ready to watch a movie with your boyfriend who finally got some alone time with you. His sister had previously hogged you to play dolls with her and you couldn’t resist the suna charm! So for the last few hours before her bedtime you were playing dolls, dress up and helping her colour in her princess book.

Suna excitedly taps your legs to tell you to lift them from the sofa so he can sit down and you can throw your legs back over but he miscalculated his sitting position and your feet came swinging back down directly on his dick.

“Suna, holy shit i’m sorry!” Immediately you lept into action as he drops the pint of ice cream to hold his groin, spews of curse words falling from his mouth.

“What the fuck [y/n]? It’s like you wanted to kick me in the dick!” He’s groaning, leaning over as he glared at you through the side of his eye.

“Why would I purposely kick you in the dick, Rin?” You’re laughing at his exclamation but he’s not seeing the humour as he grabs the pint and unceremoniously holds it on his crotch.

“Gross Rin!”

“You’re not getting any, anyways”

[uglypastels]

Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

[kiwiwrites6]

I promise

Part 3 to broken

Read parts 1 and 2 here.

(An: LONG AWAITED I KNOW! i was struggling with writing this because I didn’t know how to write this one, but after some thinking, I finally found out how I wanted it. So with that being said, enjoy this poorly written fic <3)

Tw: cursing, angst a lil fluff <3

“Hey kiddo, did you want help with-… What’s going on?”

At your door stood a surprised looking Joel. He had a few tote bags with him and his brown jacket on. His once goofy smile turned into a frown as soon as he saw you and Dina with tears running down your faces. Before Dina could ruin anything even more (sorry Dina ily bby<3), you grabbed her and pulled her into you with a forced smile.

“Dina and me were just sharing our excitement about me moving! Right, Dina?” You looked at your short best friend to see her looking back at you in confusion before she caught the anger in your eyes. ‘Just go with it’ is what you would’ve said, but with the way you were looking at her, it would’ve been ‘if you tell him the truth I will never forgive you.’

Dina gulped as she frantically nodded, but by the time you looked back at Joel, you knew you were screwed. He looked suspicious of you and walked into your home to see most of your stuff packed, but what caught his attention was a picture frame on the floor. He walked over as you stiffened at the picture he picked up. It was one of you and Ellie at a park you found while on patrol. You brought your Polaroid that day, and you took adorable pictures of you and her. You forgot that you were so upset last night, you threw it at the wall, causing it to break and you didn’t bother to pick it up from where Joel just did.

Joel looked at you once more before saying “Hey Dina, before (y/n) makes you lie to me again, why are you crying?” He asked, coming closer to the both of you. He gave you a pointed look and that’s when you knew you fucked up. ‘Fuck’.

Dina looked at you and then looked at Joel. She weighed her options, and she already came to terms with the answer. “S-she’s leaving..” was all she said. Joel looked over at you before frowning. “Can you give us some space?” He asked. She nodded before turning around to face you.

“Please reconsider. I’m sorry all of this happened. I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m really sorry for coming in between you and Ellie. But please, don’t leave. I’m doing this because I care about you and I know I messed up. I’d rather you hate me and stay safe here then be out there. Just- please.” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Talk to Ellie.” Was the last thing she spoke to you about before she walked out the house with her head hanging low.

The air is still. Your heart was beating fast and you felt your nerves buzzing. Joel looked disappointed but he stood his ground. “Mind telling me what really happened between you and Ellie?” He asked. You scoffed before turning around. “Why does it matter? We’re over. Is that what you wanted to hear?!” You turned to face him to see a hurt expression on his face. “Of course not. Why would you think that? I wanna know what’s going on with my dau- with Ellie and you. I went to congratulate her yesterday but when she opened the door and saw me, she started crying and she slammed it in my face. She told me to go away so I did.”

You weren’t gonna lie, hearing her being upset made you feel bad. But she still cheated. You closed your eyes before sitting down on your couch. “I told her I’d come talk to you and she begged me not to. But I want to know the truth. Why are your bags so big? Where are you going? What happened with you and Ellie?” Joel sat down next to you as tears slipped past your face. “She cheated on me with Dina.” Was all you were able to rasp out. God, your head hurt from all the crying. “Dina came here to explain that she was the one who made the move on Ellie. I came back to Jackson after waiting for Ellie at our spot because she never came.” Joel flinched at that. He looked down at you to see you fiddling with your shaking hands. “When I opened the door to her cabin, Dina was there, making out with Ellie. I got mad so, I yelled at Ellie and cursed her out. I ripped off the necklace and gave it to her as well as her own before deciding that I was leaving.” Joel looked baffled. “And where would you go?” He quietly asked. “I don’t know. Far away from here, I guess.” You sadly admitted. “Joel, I’m sorry for lying to you. I was just really hurt by Ellie’s actions that I didn’t want to put that disappointment on you. You seemed so happy.”

Joel then brought you into a bear hug. “But what about you?” He asked as he sighed. “When do you get to be happy?” You chuckled bitterly before pulling away. “I won’t be for a while. Staying here is going to make it worse. If I see Ellie right now, I don’t know how I would feel.” You spoke. “Well then, why don’t you speak to her? Dina said that it was her who made the move, no?” Joel asked. “Well yeah, but they wanted to make me and Jesse jealous because they thought we were together behind their backs! Don’t you think that’s unfair?” You argued. “Obviously I do! It’s just- look kiddo,” Joel grabbed your shoulders and made you look at him. “Ellie loves you very much. I doubt she would want to lose you. She was very upset yesterday, hell she wouldn’t even speak to me! All I’m saying is; you need to speak with her before you leave.” “Joel-“ “-I’m serious, (Y/n). If you’re gonna leave, leave with at least some closure. In no way does this mean that Ellie is in the right, but I hate seeing the both of you like this. I know you love her just as much as she loves you.” You hung your head as more tears slipped out. Joel brought you into a hug again and you hugged him back.

“I’m scared Joel” you whimpered. “I’m scared she really doesn’t love me anymore. What if it happens again? I don’t wanna go but the thought of them together is plaguing my mind. How do I know Ellie really loves me?” You sobbed into his chest as he rocked you back and fourth.

Joel was surprised to hear this kind of stuff. He didn’t know why Ellie would ruin something beautiful over her jealousy but he knew how hard headed she could be. In the heat of the moment she had the opportunity to do good but she fucked up. He could see now why she didn’t want him to look at her. He pulled you away before wiping your tears. “Let’s go.” He softly spoke. You shook your head furiously like a child and he chuckled. “I promise, if she says or does anything stupid, you have my permission to punch her. Just- try not to lash out on her okay? Please?” He begged.

You sighed as you nodded, wiping the rest of your tears away. “Okay.” You mumbled. Joel told you to leave your bags at home, and soon you two made it to Ellie’s cabin. Your heart was racing, a million thoughts running through your head. You were afraid of opening the door. Afraid you’d see something much more worse than yesterday. You started shaking before Joel gently grabbed your hand. You looked at him before nodding curtly. “You got this” he reassured. “If it goes wrong, I’m right next to y’all.” You hugged him one last time, before thanking him. “Thanks Joel. Ellie’s lucky to have such a caring father figure in her life.” You said. He smiled widely at that before responding. “She’s also lucky to have such a kind hearted fiancé. Even if she can’t see it yet.” And with that, he left.

After what felt like ages, you gently knocked on the door. You didn’t know what you were gonna say to Ellie, too nervous to formulate any coherent thoughts. “Go away, Joel! I don’t wanna talk.” You heard. You sighed before knocking harder. You didn’t have the patience for this. After a few seconds, the door swung open to see a very annoyed auburn haired girl. “I said-“ she froze as she was met with you. Immediately you scowled at her, before remembering what Joel said.

You took a deep breath before looking up at the girl who hurt you. “(Y-Y/N)?” She stuttered. “I-I thought you were leaving…” she looked away from you, not being able to meet your eyes. “Can i come in?” You asked her. She looked over at you once more to see how stiff you were. She remembers how you used to come over with a goofy smile on your features, or a small pout when you were upset. You would instantly hug her and shower her with kisses all over her face and small “I love you”’s.

Now all she saw in your eyes was an emotional mess. One that she made. “Sure…” she moved away before letting you inside. You stood in the middle of her little home, hugging yourself tightly. Seeing her was not what you wanted to do, especially now that you stood in front of her broken state. She had bags under her eyes and she looked worse for wear. She looked at you nervously as you took a deep breath. “I came to talk to you before I left. Joel asked me to.” Ellie’s head hung in shame now that she knew you told Joel what had happened. She knew you were disappointed with her but she wanted to fix things so badly. She was planning on going over to your house today to apologize when Dina told her not to fret.

“Dina stopped by today too.” You spoke, interrupting her thoughts. “She told me what had happened. She begged me to forgive you and stay, saying that it was her who made the move to kiss you.” Ellie nodded quietly as you observed her. After a while of silence, you chuckled. “God Ellie, why do you have to be so fucking dumb sometimes?” Tears ran down your face. You hated calling her dumb. She was far from it, but her stupid actions hurt you. “If you had just came to me and asked me why I was with Jesse all that time, this wouldn’t have fucking happened!” You walked up to her as she visibly shrunk.

“I-I know” she said quietly, tears of her own falling from her eyes. You hated seeing her like this. You wanted to wrap her up in your hold and protect her from the pain that SHE had caused. But you stood your ground. “I know”? That’s all I fucking get? You owe me more than that Ellie.” You frowned. “It’s not fucking fair. You hurt me yet I have to be the one to stay? I have to be the one to come to you? I have to be the one who gets backhanded all the fucking time. For once, I just want you to want me back! For fucking once, I want an explanation! I already gave you mine; hell I shouldn’t even be here! I should be far away from you. But I’m here.” Ellie let a small sob leave her lips at your words. Of course you were gonna stick by her. That’s all you ever did.

You were right. She owes you so much but she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. She didn’t know how to fix this. You scoffed as you walked away from her. “You know what Ellie? Fine. Don’t say anything to me. I’m sorry for not being enough for you.” You mumbled. You turned around and opened her door before turning to look at her once more, just to yelp as she crashed into your body. Her arms wrapped around your waist as she pulled you close to her as she sobbed. “I don’t want you to leave!” She spoke. “I messed up so bad and I know I did! I didn’t want to kiss Dina, and I never expected her to kiss me! If I wasn’t so stupid I would’ve just spoken to you about how I felt but I didn’t! I was being petty, but fuck, I missed you. I’m sorry for ignoring you and pushing you away, I really am! If I could take all of it back I would!” You pulled away from her with a stream of tears running down your face. “Ellie..” you mumbled. You gripped onto her sweater as she pulled you closer to her. “You’re my world, and I fucked up the one good thing I had. I love you, (Y/N). I’m so sorry for hurting you. For hurting us. I don’t want you to leave.” She whispered.

You looked up into her eyes before sighing. Another whimper left your throat as she pressed you against her and pressed her forehead against your own. One of her hands came up to wipe a tear rolling down your cheek after you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into her embrace. “I fucking love you. But you hurt me. How do I know you won’t do it again?” She softly kissed under your eye, and you swore you felt your broken heart pump again. “Let me prove it. Please. I just want my girl back. I will do anything to gain your trust back. Please….” Her grip on your waist grew tight and you shook your head before trying to pull away. “Ellie… I can’t.” You whined. She wouldn’t let you go. “Ellie, let me go. Please.” Her face was just mere inches from yours. If she kept this up you knew you were gonna cave in. “Please stay. Please. All I’m asking is that you stay.” She whispered. You were thinking way too hard for her to wait.

Before you could protest anymore, she smashed her lips onto yours as a surprised gasp left your lips. Her arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her. The hand that held your face was now at the back or your head, gently tugging you closer. Tears ran down Ellie’s face. She just wanted you back. Spending the night alone was so horrible for her, especially since she knew she messed up. She knew she was being selfish for asking you to stay after hurting you. But she wanted you safe. She wanted you to stay. She couldn’t survive for one night without you, who knows how bad she’d be without you for good.

She was so sure you were done with her. She didn’t wish for that but god, feeling your lips against hers again was like ecstasy. She was surprised when you kissed her back. At first you were hesitant, she felt it. On the other hand you were a mess. You missed Ellie and you didn’t know how much longer you could take of pushing her away.

You wanted her and it was clear that she was willing to do whatever it took to get you back. The way she held onto you for dear life proved of that. You pulled away for some air, panting as you looked up at her. She looked starstruck, like the very first time you kissed her. You sighed as you looked down.

After some thought, you caved in. You looked up at her with stern eyes, just to be met with desperate ones.

“You promise you won’t hurt me again?” Ellie perked up at this, immediately nodding her head frantically. “Fuck- I promise. I swear, I won’t. I just need you-“ you cut her off. “-Ellie. I’m being serious. If you hurt me again, I’m gone. You will never hear from me again.” Ellie hugged you tightly against her chest, afraid that if she let go, you’d just walk out. “I promise. I just need you. I can’t be without you. I’ll do anything to help you see that.” You sighed into her chest before melting against her. You cried again, letting your pain out into her chest. She held you tightly, letting her own tears fall out of her eyes. They were tears of relief but also pain. She never wanted to hurt you this bad again. She never wanted to argue with you again. She just needed you.

Of course you already knew this, but you needed Ellie as well. It was gonna take a while to forgive her. Hell, it was gonna take even longer for you to forgive Dina, but you wanted to start over if it meant that you wouldn’t be the only one trying.

Ellie pulled away before walking over to her dresser. Hesitantly, she pulled out the necklace you got, causing you to freeze. You felt your throat dry up as she walked towards you with your necklace in her hand. You didn’t notice it until now, but she was wearing the one Joel made for her. You didn’t know what she was doing until she stopped in front of you. “I know you probably don’t want to wear it right now, but I love you, (Y/N) (L/N). I want to show you how much I do. I’m never taking mine off.” She pleadingly looked into your eyes as you took the necklace from her. You held it in your hands before looking at her sadly.

“Ellie. I’m not ready to put this back on again. I’ll keep it with me just so you know that I’m serious about this. When I’m ready, I promise I’ll put it on. Just… give me some time.” You sighed. Ellie gently grabbed your hand before pulling you into her arms again.

“I’d wait forever for you.”

[mdpikachu]

I’d love to hear more about Mephistopheles’s friendship with Sakata Kintoki. I’ve never considered that dynamic before.

borrowing daku's art bc i dont think i've drawn them together but. also i write mephi, daku writes taro.

Friendship summary: Local area man meets a clown and immediately gets the clown's name wrong (and calls him Moose for short). Said clown decides this is hilarious and sticks around to see what other dumb things happen. here's a readmore

Mephi's plan failed within ten minutes. Oops! Shared interests! (golden bear, dozing bombs. machinery. also, safety but that came later) That, and while Mephi intended to just lie to Kintaro constantly about mundane goofy things, this also failed. Mephi has the majority of the brain cells between them (usually), which is funny because you'd think the clown would be the idiot.

Taro's the doof supreme (affectionate) brawn, Moose is the nerd (affectionate) brain. Together they make an actual team bc Mephi's good at strategic planning/traps (witchcraft/bombs) and Kintoki hits like a truck and has an easy escape option (golden bear).

I'll make it a decent format instead of name: dialogue bc that's a slog. Kintaro was initially based on just info from the JP server and tl'd dialogue so he's a lil dumber than canon sorry about that. mephi is never wrong bc im never wrong (<- was violently wrong about a bit of faust lore thats critically important to mephistos character. oopsy. tfw u suggest mephi lying about killing faust and then reread the interlude after introducing ghost faust DERAILED, MOVING ON)

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(Scene opens with Kintaro's Master with his head in the sofa, avoiding human contact. Overstimulated. too many guests. Mephi's Master isn't present at the moment.)

Pointing at this was Mephisto, who had returned to be unnecessarily difficult.

"Wow, it's a wild sofa ostrich! I've never seen one in the wild before!"

"Hey, hey! He's no stupid ostrich, youuuu…. er….." Kintaro trailed off, staring at Mephisto. He wasn't actually sure what he was looking at.

"I'll wait!" Mephisto announced, pulling his legs off the ground to sit cross-legged in midair. His tails wagged slowly as he watched Kintato go through a variety of facial expressions while thinking.

"You trapeze artist!" Kintaro shot back well over a minute later, "That's what that get-up is supposed to be, ain't it?!"

Mephi grins and holds up two fingers. "Nope! Two tries!"

Kintaro "Ehhh"d for a moment, before announcing that he needed a hint. Lancer Elizabeth was standing nearby, rolling her eyes in disbelief. Even she wasn't this stupid! She had no right to judge, though, having attempted to sing on the roof to the new neighbors.

Mephisto gave Kintaro a big grin before tapping one of the horns on his hat as his hint. This man could probably guess a demon, or an oni, or--

"Oh, a deer!" Kintaro guessed confidently, and completely incorrectly.

Mephisto put a finger down. One guess remaining!

"Wait, wait, wait! Wait! I know! I know!"

Mephisto sat back in the air and waited for Kintaro to excitedly make his hypothesis known.

"You're a moose!" Kintaro announced, throwing his hands up, "I love meeses!" ---- (Mephisto broke out laughing before correcting Kintaro with more info than anyone else got. The trust was Instant. kintaro also wants to get piledriven by a moose, takes 10 dmg from mephi giving it an actual shot in the backyard, and then proceeds to get evaded by mephi like 4 times. eventually a bomb blew up, ash-facing both of them. scene ends with this. skipped him giving mephi a helmet and mephi accepting it. we also joked that this was a ship but its a friendship. mephis master does nothing to stop any of this, and neither does taro's.) Kintaro: [he picks up Mephisto] We're going to go on a drive! A drive into your heart! If no one else is going to befriend you, I am, Moose! Our friendship will be golden!! (other dumb shit they did together: clothes shopping (safety on bikes!), use an ouija board (mephi hated every second of it), i know theyve fought together at least twice, i dont remember what else. theres like 25 documents of this nonsense i dont remember shite. im not putting this in the tag i say putting it in the t)

[hxlyhead-harpies]

Shining Just For You (S.B.)

Summary: You had never had much luck with boys, coming to the conclusion that you were no one’s type. But you certainly were not Sirius Black’s type. 

Song of the Fic: Mirror Ball by Taylor Swift

I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: Insecurity, alcohol use, cursing, mentions of vomit and food

A/n: hello everyone! this is the longest thing i’ve written so i hope you all enjoy it! i really enjoyed writing it!! 

The early December sun danced across the pages of your book as you read, situated by the largest window in the library. It was an early morning on a Saturday as you studied, pouring over your history of magic textbook. You loved the library at this time of day. The golden beams of the post dusk sun filled the room and the hum of silence engulfed you. And there was never anyone around to bother you. 

Except for today of course.

“Hello there Ms. (L/n),” a voice said as the seat across from you became occupied. You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed with the boy who had graced your presence. 

“Hello, Black,” you said, looking up to meet eyes with Sirius. He leaned back and propped his feet up on the table, sending you one of his signature smirks. You gasped before slapping at his legs. 

“Feet off the table,” you whispered harshly. Sirius let out a chuckle. 

“Only if you come to the quidditch match today,” he stated, making you freeze.

“There’s a quidditch match today?” you asked quietly. You felt incredibly guilty. You had promised your cousin James that you would try to come to at least one of his matches this year since you had missed every match in your sixth year. Sirius scoffed at you.

“Of course there’s a match today. I’m surprised you’ve forgotten since it’s all that James has talked about all week,” he said with a chuckle. You began to gather your things. 

“I’ve learned to tune him out,” you explained, earning a laugh from Sirius. You tried not to let your cheeks heat up too much at the noise, proud that you were able to elicit that kind of response from him. 

“Why are you here anyway?” he asked, gesturing to your pile of books, “It’s a Saturday.” You continue to shove your things into your satchel. 

“I always study on Saturday mornings,” you responded. Sirius sighed. 

“You’re so weird. I can’t believe you’d spend a Saturday studying,” he said. You turned to look at him.

“Some of us actually have to work to get good grades,” you said with a slight hint of defensiveness. Sirius smiled at you. 

“Well some of us prefer to have fun instead of being painfully boring,” he responded with a chuckle. The comment stung but you masked it with a half-hearted laugh. You knew that you and Sirius did not have the same definition of fun, but it still hurt that he would call you boring. You made a move to leave and Sirius followed you. 

“Now, you do know how to get to the quidditch pitch don’t you?” he said teasingly. You shoved his shoulder. 

“Of course I do you prat,” you replied. Sirius threw his hand up in surrender.

“Hey I’m just checking,” he laughed lightly. When you arrive at the common room you turn to head up the girl’s staircase. 

“I’ll save you a seat,” Sirius called after you, causing you to flush darkly.

“Thank you,” you shouted over your shoulder, refusing to face him in case he saw how flustered he made you. Sirius had always had the ability to turn you into a blushing mess ever since the moment you met him. It had been your first year when he stumbled into the compartment you shared with James, asking if he could sit with you. Even at eleven, when his stormy grey eyes met yours, you knew that he’d be all you thought of for years. And as you grew, your feelings for the boy only grew as well. Every moment alone in the common room and as potions partners were ingrained in your mind, replayed every night as you fell asleep. But despite your intense feelings for Sirius, he never seemed to see you as anything more than a friend, continuing to hook up with his string of gorgeous girls. The kind of girls that you wished you looked like when you gazed into your mirror. They were all undeniably beautiful, with gorgeous flowing hair and flawless skin. Their long and nimble fingers grazing his arms when they passed him in the hallways. They were quite the opposite of you, comfortable in their own bodies and confident. They were everything that you wished that you were. 

You had never had much luck with boys, coming to the conclusion that you were no one’s type. But you certainly were not Sirius Black’s type. 

You bustled up the stairs to your room, pushing open the door and dropping your bag by your bed. Lily looked up from her spot by the mirror, her mascara wand frozen mid-air. 

“Oh, you’re back early today,” she said, confusion evident in her brow. You opened your trunk and pulled out a thick Gryffindor jumper, pulling it over your white turtleneck. 

“I’ve decided to go to the match today,” you said, smoothing out your hair. Lily let out a laugh.

“You? Going to quidditch?” she asked with a goofy grin on her face. You shrugged with a small frown. 

“James asked me to go,” you said quietly. Lily narrowed her eyes. 

“James always asks you to go and you haven’t shown up in three years. I’m surprised you even knew there was a match today,” she said, turning back to the mirror to finish her makeup. 

“Sirius found me in the library earlier and reminded me,” you said and you sidled up next to her by the mirror. You grabbed a red silk ribbon and began to pull your hair back. Lily smirked at you in the mirror. 

“Oh now I understand,” she said in a playful tone. You rolled your eyes. “You just want to hang out with your boyfriend,” she continued before capping her mascara. You scoffed.

“Sirius is not my boyfriend! And if anyone is going to the match today to impress a boy it’s you,” you said, causing Lily to cough and blush deeply.

“Oh shut up,” she mumbled. 

“Oh come on Lily I know you’re just going to watch James,” you said with a grin. Lily hid her crimson face with her hair. 

“I just have house spirit,” she rationalized. You leaned back against the dresser and gave her a pointed look as she dropped onto her bed.

“Oh yeah? Then who’s jumper are you wearing right now?” you asked teasingly. Lily’s eyes went wide and she chucked a pillow at you. You just laughed before throwing it back at her and flopping on the bed beside her. The two of you laid in silence for a moment, mulling over your respective harbored feelings for boys with messy black hair. After a moment you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Lils?” you asked. 

“Mhm?” she responded, turning her head to look at you. 

“Do you think I’m boring?” you inquired softly. Lily furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Of course not,” she said, “Why would you think that?” You shrugged, playing with a loose thread on the blanket. “Sirius called me boring this morning,” you revealed, sadness creeping into your voice. Lily scoffed.

“He was just teasing, you know how he is,” Lily said, propping herself up on her elbows. “He didn’t mean anything by it.” You frowned and continued to stare at the quilt. Lily hopped off the bed and held out her hand. 

“Now let’s go,” she said with a smile, “Our boys are waiting.”

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When you and Lily arrived at the quidditch pitch you are already cold. You rubbed your hands together as you searched the full stands to see if Sirius actually saved you a seat or not. You eventually spotted him among the Gryffindors and you pulled Lily towards him. 

When you arrived you sat down in the empty space next to him, shooting him a small smile.

“You actually came,” he said with a smirk, “Peter and I were taking bets on if you’d actually show or not.” You rolled your eyes.

“Of course I came. You dragged me out of the library for this,” you said. Sirius clutched his chest in mock offense. 

“I did not drag you,” he exclaimed, “you left of your own volition.” You chuckled, shaking your head. 

The match began soon after, the players taking their positions in the sky. You watched as they zoomed back and forth, different colored balls flying in different directions. You only vaguely understood how quidditch worked, learning solely from Jame’s rambles at the breakfast table, but you were completely confused as to what was happening in front of you. Sirius noticed your pinched expression and smiled softly, finding your confusion positively adorable. He nudged you with his shoulder. 

“Do you have any idea what’s happening?” he asked with a raised brow. Your eyes went wide.

“What? Of course I do,” you sputtered causing his smile to widen. 

“Okay, clearly you don’t,” he teased, “what do you need me to explain?”  You ducked your head. 

“What does the little golden ball do?” you asked nervously. Sirius barked out a loud laugh, causing several students to turn your way. Lily shifted beside you. 

“Did you just ask what the snitch means?” she asked. You covered your face with your hands. 

“Forget it,” you grumbled, silently wishing that you had paid more attention to James. If you had actually listened when he explained the game to you multiple times, you wouldn’t be sitting here, embarrassing yourself greatly in front of Sirius. You suddenly wished that you were Lily, who had understood quidditch since the first match she had ever attended. 

“No no it’s okay,” Sirius chuckled, removing your hands from your face. Your hands burned even under your wool mittens from the contact. “Catching the snitch is the only way to end the game,” he explained, “The seekers look for it while the others play, and whichever team catches it gains a hundred and fifty points.”

“A hundred and fifty?” you exclaimed, “Then what’s the point of the rest of the game? Whoever catches the snitch basically wins with all those points.” Sirius shook his head. 

“It’s really hard to catch so sometimes it takes them hours to play. The score gets up to three hundred sometimes, even before the snitch is caught.” You frowned. 

“I guess that kind of makes sense. I still think it’s stupid,” you said. Sirius laughed loudly again.

“You’re so weird,” he said before mussing up your hair. You swatted his hand away and attempted to ignore the burning embarrassment that you felt in your chest. Only about thirty minutes into the match, the Gryffindor seeker caught the snitch and effectively won the game. The stands stood up, roaring in pride. Lily took off towards the pitch, searching for James. You made your way down there as well, hoping to congratulate your cousin. When you found him in the crowd he had an arm around the very flushed Lily whom you raised an eyebrow at. She just rolled her eyes and subtly flicked you off. 

“Congrats Jamie!” you said, raising your hand for a high five. His eyes widened at the sight of you, using his unoccupied arm to pull you into a quick side hug. 

“You actually came!” he cried with a wide smile, “I owe Wormtail two galleons now.” you scoffed indignantly. 

“Yee of little faith,” you said. James laughed and shook his head. 

“Glad Sirius convinced you to come,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You felt heat crawl up your neck. Lily slapped his arm.

“James! Behave,” she said. James smiled at her.

“I’m sorry my Lilyflower, it won’t happen again.” Lily ducked under his arm, causing him to pout. 

“I said not to call me that, Potter,” she said with a glare. But there was a deep affection for the boy shining in her eyes. Sirius came up behind you and patted James on the back.

“Good game mate,” he said with a grin. James threw an arm around his best friend’s shoulder. 

“You might need to convince (Y/n) to come to another match, I think she was good luck.” You ducked your head slightly. 

Before you could respond, a girl came over and snaked her hand around Sirius’s arm. Sirius looked down at Marlene and sent her a smile. You felt your stomach turn in jealousy. Marlene was your roommate and one of your closest friends. But you couldn’t help but be envious of her closeness with Sirius. She was his most consistent hookup, them adopting a friends with benefits type of relationship. Marlene was beautiful with long blonde hair and a slender frame. She wore clothes that you only wished you could someday be confident enough to pull off and had an irresistible air about her. You wanted to be like her more than anything. 

“There’s an afterparty in the common room tonight. You gonna be there?” she asked. You understood the implications of her words and the question that she was really asking him. 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he said, adopting a slightly flirty tone. Marlene turned to the rest of the group, her bright eyes wide and expectant. 

“Will you guys come too?” she asked, her voice much more innocent than before. Everyone around you nodded. You saw Sirius look at you. 

“What about you, (Y/n),” he asked. You looked up and shrugged. 

“Parties aren’t really my thing,” you replied. In your seven years at school, you had never attended a party, not understanding the appeal of getting drunk and dancing amongst sweaty bodies. Sirius snorted. 

“Don’t know what I expected. Of course, Miss boring won’t be coming,” he said. His tone indicated that his statement was nothing more than a lighthearted jibe but you suddenly felt the burning need to prove him wrong. 

“You know what,” you said with false confidence, “I think I will go.” 

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You stood in front of your mirror, tugging at the short skirt that you were wearing. You barely recognized yourself, having let Lily and Marlene dress you up. They had chosen a purple tank top and a black mini skirt. You had to admit that you looked good, but you did not look like yourself. If anything you looked more like Marlene, minus the effortless confidence and all around perfection. But when you thought of how Sirius constantly flirted with her, maybe emulating Marlene wouldn’t be such a bad thing. You gave your reflection one final frown before turning to your friends. Lily was applying a final coat of lipgloss and Marlene was messing with her hair. 

“You guys almost ready?” you asked, wringing your hands nervously. Lily set aside her makeup and walked towards you.

“You look so good!” Lily said, seemingly not noticing your insecurity. You smiled anxiously at her, thanking her softly. Marlene ran her hands through her hair a final time before marching towards you. 

“Let’s go, ladies,” she said with an excited squeal. She grabbed both of your hands and pulled you and Lily out the door. 

When you arrived in the common room the party was already in full swing. Students were dancing together in the middle of the room and cups of firewhiskey mixed with a mystery liquid were being handed out. Marlene was immediately pulled onto the dance floor by a sixth year she had been flirting with and bid you goodbye. You and Lily weaved through the crowd together, searching for familiar faces. 

You spotted the Marauders by the drinks table, each of them holding a cup in their hands. Lily went up to James, initiating a conversation with the boy. You stood by awkwardly, unsure of where to go. Suddenly, Sirius came up next to you, a second cup in his hand. 

“A glass of jungle juice for the lady,” he said with a smirk. You smiled at him and accepted the cup. You wondered if your eyes were playing tricks on you or if Sirius had just looked you up and down. 

“Thank you,” you said before taking a small sip. You immediately scrunched your nose and flinched, not used to the burning sensation in your throat. Sirius laughed from beside you.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, taking a long sip of his own drink. 

“That was disgusting,” you said before taking another equally excruciating sip. Sirius lowered your cup from your lips, sending you a warning glance. 

“Don’t drink too much too fast or you’ll get absolutely smashed,” he warned, “And you’ll get a killer headache in the morning.” You nodded in understanding. You took a quick glance around the room, spotting James and Lily head to the dance floor. 

“So what does one do at a party?” you asked Sirius, earning a sweet lopsided grin from him. 

“Well, obviously you drink,” he said, raising his cup. “But you also dance, hang out with people, and a lot of people come to find a quick hookup.” 

“Okay got it,” you responded, bopping your head to the music.

“Not that you have to do any of that,” he said, “especially the last one.” Your cheeks flushed at his implication.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you mumbled, taking a quick sip of your drink. A silence settled over you as you fiddled with the straps of your tank top, still not used to the low cut. Sirius suddenly downed the rest of his drink. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “I’m gonna get a refill.” You nodded quickly. While you waited you finished your own drink, becoming more used to the flavor as your head became fuzzier. You waited for Sirius for a while, and it appeared that he wouldn’t be coming back. You made your way to the drink table and Sirius was nowhere to be found. You sighed, assuming that he had left with Marlene or another girl. You refilled your cup and downed it quickly, barely taking a break between sips, and poured a third. You stumbled over to the couch, realizing that the drink was stronger than you thought. As soon as you plopped down on the sofa, Lily was at your side, her cheeks flushed and her clothes slightly rumpled.

“(Y/n)!” she cried, throwing her arms around your neck, “There you are!” You giggled at your friend, her affectionate side coming out full force when she drank. As she burrowed into your neck, you caught a whiff of a familiar cologne. Your eyes widened and you pushed Lily off you. 

“Did you? With James?” you asked, unable to properly articulate the question in your drunken state. Lily giggled. 

“Yes,” she said, “but shh, don’t tell anyone.” Lily pressed her index finger to your mouth, causing you to giggle. 

“That’s gross,” you groaned, attempting to rid yourself of the image of your cousin and best friend in a compromising position. Lily scoffed.

“I can promise you that it was certainly not gross,” she said with a sly smile. You covered your ears. 

“Enough! I don’t want any details,” you cried. Lily laughed uncontrollably, flopping against you. 

“Let’s dance,” she said, pulling you up from the couch. The two of you stumbled onto the dance floor and began to sway to the music. 

“I don’t know how to dance!” you shouted at her. Lily grinned wildly. 

“No one here does! That’s the fun of it!” The two of you jumped to the music and swung around. You felt a pair of large hands touch your hips and you turned to see a boy in your year looking down on you with half-lidded eyes. At the moment you couldn’t remember his name, but you leaned into his touch anyways, moving closer. A flash of guilt came over you when his fingers brushed the bare skin of your stomach but you brushed it away. Why should you feel the need to stay loyal to a boy that you don’t even have? A boy who didn’t even think of you in a romantic sense? 

From across the room, Sirius watched you over Marlene’s shoulder. The girl had pulled him into a conversation and had effectively trapped him in a corner. He hadn’t meant to leave you stranded in the middle of the party. Now he watched as you pressed yourself against a stranger and Sirius gritted his teeth. He looked back down at Marlene who was looking up at him with a seductive expression. He had no intention of sleeping with her tonight, only wanting to spend his time with you. But it seemed that he had blown his chances since you were clearly occupied. So Sirius brushed a strand of hair from Marlene’s face a leaned closer to her.

Lily backed away from you, sending you a not so subtle thumbs-up, before abandoning the dancefloor. You and the boy danced for a while longer before you caught sight of Marlene and Sirius with their faces close together. You frowned slightly before tearing your eyes away, not wanting to subject yourself to that torture. You tried to turn your attention back to the boy who you were pressed against. His advances were getting slightly bolder, his hands traveling slightly farther down your waist. He suddenly flipped you around, tilting your chin towards him with his pointer finger. He started to lean in, but you broke away from his grasp. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, your panic levels rising. 

“Trying to kiss you?” he answered, confused at your reaction. You felt tears slightly burn behind your eyes and you went to push past him. He grabbed you by the wrist. 

“Where are you going? I thought we were having a good time,” he asked, anger edging into his tone. 

“Away from you,” you replied, harsher than you intended. He scoffed before letting go of your wrist. You push through the crowd and out of the common room. 

Sirius watched the whole altercation and peeled Marlene off of him when he saw you flee the party. 

“Sirius?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. 

“I have to go,” he said breathlessly. Marlene shrugged. 

“Alright then. I’ll go find Dorcas,” she said, heading off to find her next hookup. 

Sirius hurried out the portrait hole, attempting to track you down. He found you crumpled in a hallway a small ways away from the fat lady. Your head was in your hands and you cried, the makeup Marlene had meticulously put on you slowly smudging. Sirius slid down next to you and pulled you into a tight hug, setting his chin atop of your head and letting you sob into his shirt. 

“It’s alright,” he said in an attempt to soothe you. You hiccupped. 

“I hate parties,” you cried, your voice muffled by his T-shirt. Sirius couldn’t help but smile slightly at your personality shining through your drunken stupor. 

“I know I know,” he said quietly, rubbing circles into your back. 

After a few minutes of muffled crying, you sat up and wiped your eyes. 

“Feeling better?” Sirius asked, pulling his knees up to his chest. You nodded silently. 

“Why are you out here?” you asked quietly, “I thought you were with Marlene.” Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, not missing the bitterness in your voice. 

“She’s still at the party,” he answered, “I left her to come to help you.” You pouted slightly.

“Why would you leave Marlene?” you asked confusedly, “I’m not worth that, Marlene’s perfect.” Sirius frowned deeply. 

“What are you talking about,” he prodded. You sighed. 

“Marlene is so pretty and perfect. I don’t know why you’d leave her to come see me,” you slurred. Sirius brushed a strand of hair from his face. 

“Because I was worried about you. Besides, you’re more important to me than Marlene,” he answered. Your frown only deepened. 

“But you spend all that time around her. And she’s so beautiful. Merlin,” you put your head in your hands, “I wish I was like her.” Sirius thought his heart would break at your words and forlorn expression. He pulled you back into his chest, stroking your hair. 

“You don’t need to be like Marlene,” he assured you. You struggled to break free from his grasp.

“You don’t understand,” you mumbled. 

“Then explain it to me,” he sighed. You pulled your knees to your chest. 

“Marlene is so beautiful and confident. I just wish that I could be like her. Or even half as pretty as she would be enough,” you peered up at Sirius with teary eyes.

“What are you talking about?” he whispered, “You’re beautiful.” You scoffed. 

“No, I’m not. I’m homely and plain and I’m boring. I’m not enough. Marlene is enough. Lily is enough! I want to be like them,” you said, choking back a sob. Sirius reached out to wipe away your tears. 

“You’re more than enough.”

“But I’m not! I’m not pretty like them. I’m not sure of myself like Marlene. I’m not smart like Lily. For Godric’s sake! That’s why I’m always in the library every weekend. I need to spend my whole life studying to make good marks. No matter how much I try and try it’s never good enough,” you yelled. Sirius was silent, taken aback by your outburst. He had no idea what to say to you to try to get you to understand just how wrong you were. 

“(Y/n),” he pleaded with you to look at him. You lifted your head, your cheeks still flushed from yelling. “You are unbelievable. You’re kind and funny, and astonishingly sweet. Lily and Marlene don’t even hold a candle to you,” he said softly. You looked away. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” you accused, your words slightly garbled from the alcohol. Sirius looks you deeply in the eyes, his eyes unwavering.

“You are the most beautiful and amazing girl that I have ever seen. And I have thought this since the moment that we first met,” he said. This confession stirred something in your chest. You tried to think of what to say, sorting through your fuzzy and muddled thoughts. You opened your mouth to reply, before promptly leaning over and hurling all over Sirius’s shoes. 

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The next morning you woke up with an earth splitting headache. You groaned as you rolled over, spotting the glass of water on your bedside table. You looked down to see that you were still wearing last night’s clothes.

“Good morning sunshine,” Lily said with a smirk, leaning against the dresser in one of James’s jumpers. 

“Quiet please,” you begged, sitting up slowly. Lily chuckled. You looked around the room to see Mary and Alice sleeping soundly in their beds. 

“Where’s Marlene?” you asked, dread settling at the bottom of your stomach, immediately assuming that she was with Sirius. Lily shrugged.

“She never made it back last night.” You swung your legs out of bed and began to get ready for the day, wiping off the old makeup and putting on fresh clothing. 

“She must be with Sirius then,” you said. You saw Lily frown.

“Do you remember anything that happened last night?” she asked. You tried to recall your memories to no avail. 

“The last thing I remember is dancing with you and that guy. Everything is all fuzzy after that,” you confessed, “Why?” 

“Well, that guy made a pass at you so you ran away. Sirius brought you back and put you to bed. I think Marlene was with Dorcas, not Sirius,” she revealed. You frowned, struggling to recall these events. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t remember a thing.

“Oh,” was your only response. 

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“Hello there ladies!” James called as you and Lily walked to the table for breakfast. Lily sat next to him and didn’t protest when he put an arm around her waist, and you plopped down and immediately rested your head on the table. 

“Rough night?” Remus asked with a chuckle.

“I am never drinking again,” you replied with a groan. 

“That’s what they all say,” James said, patting you on the back. You sat up, trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t make you throw up. You glance up to see Sirius avoiding your gaze. 

“Hey,” you whispered to him. He looked up at you briefly before turning back to his plate.

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“Do you know what happened when I left the party? I can barely remember a thing from last night,” you asked. Sirius’s shoulders appeared to slump slightly. 

“I went to go find you and then I carried you back to your room,” he said, still not looking at you fully. 

“Oh. So that’s all?” you asked. Sirius smirked.

“That and you threw up on me,” he revealed, making your jaw drop. 

“I did not!” you exclaimed, your hand covering to cover your mouth. Sirius grimaced slightly.

“Unfortunately for me, you did.” Your face burned with embarrassment and you wanted the floor of the Great Hall to swallow you whole. 

Marlene sauntered up to the table eventually, looking far too good for someone who had been out all night. 

“Hello everyone,” she said as she sat, her voice bright and chipper. You attempted to smooth your hair, self-conscious now that the gorgeous girl was sitting next to you. Sirius frowned at your action, now knowing the meaning behind it. 

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You were doing homework in the common room when James and his friends surrounded you on the couch. You looked up at them, noting their suspicious behavior and narrowing your eyes at them.

“What are you guys up to?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. James sat down next to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. 

“Well my dear cousin, we need your help with something,” he stated with a sly smile on his face. You crinkled your nose and removed his arm from you.

“Does this something happen to be a prank?” you asked frankly, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. James shrugged. 

“Possibly…” he said. 

“James, how many times must I tell you that I don’t want to be involved in your practical jokes,” you reminded him. James groaned. 

“Come one, (Y/n)! Where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked, exasperated. The memories of Sirius calling you boring bounced around in your mind. You stole a quick glance at him to see him watching you with an unreadable expression. 

“Fine,” you agreed, internally hoping that you wouldn’t come to regret your words. You looked back at Sirius to see him frowning.

You and the Marauders walked through the corridors as James explained the plan. Remus, James, and Peter were going to set up fuses in three classrooms that when lit, would cause paint bombs to explode in each room. You and Sirius were to be lookouts. James, Peter, and Remus disappeared into the classrooms while you and Sirius leaned against the wall. 

“I didn’t expect you to agree to this,” Sirius said, “I didn’t think you liked this kind of thing.” You shrugged and inspected your nails, picking at the skin around them.

“I’m trying to branch out. Trying not to be so boring,” you answered. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. 

“You’re not boring,” he said in an oddly defensive manner. You widened your eyes. 

“You literally tell me I’m boring all the time,” you replied. Sirius leaned his head back against the wall.

“I’m just joking when I say that. You’re not boring, just responsible,” he said with a frown. You turned your head away and peered down the hallway.

“Can I ask you something?” Sirius asked, turning his body fully towards you.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied. 

“Lily told me that the guy at the party tried to kiss you and that’s why you ran away. How come you didn’t kiss him? You looked pretty into him when you two were dancing,” he asked, barely meeting your eyes. You flushed deeply. 

“I- uh,” you stuttered, “I’ve never kissed anyone before and I didn’t want to do it for the first time when I was drunk and with someone I don’t even know,” you revealed shyly. Sirius cocked his head. 

“What do you mean you’ve never kissed anyone?” he asked. 

“I mean that. No one has ever kissed me,” you repeated, shaking your head slightly. 

“What? How come?” Sirius asked. You shrugged.

“No one’s ever wanted to I guess. I haven’t had the opportunity. No one’s ever liked me like that.”

“That’s bullshit,” he exclaimed. 

“What?”

“Plenty of guys like you like that!”

“What?” you sputtered.

“Well that guy last night for one,” he explained. 

“Oh he doesn’t count!” you cried out, “He was drunk and it was a party!”

“Ok then, that Ravenclaw from transfiguration, Parker Johnson, Carter Mason had the biggest crush on you in fourth year,” he said, repeatedly listing names. You threw up your hands. 

“What! That’s so not true!” you said with a laugh. Sirius smiled widely at you. 

“Yes, it is! You have guys falling all over you and you don’t even notice.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. Why have none of them ever said anything? And I feel like I would have noticed if that many people liked me-” your rambling was cut off by Sirius’s lips pressing against yours. Your eyes were wide and when you don’t immediately reciprocate he moved back. 

“What was that for?” you whispered fervently. Sirius cleared his throat. 

“Practice,” he said, “for when one of those blokes has the courage to ask you out.” You gaped at him, unsure of how to react. 

“Thank you?” you said, not being able to come up with another response. 

“What are friends for?” he asked with a shrug, turning to face away from you. With that one word, Sirius Black effectively shattered your heart. Friends. Whatever shimmer of hope that the chaste kiss had given you faded into oblivion, only to be replaced by the empty feeling of sadness. 

The silence between you and Sirius is interrupted when James came barreling down the hall, Remus and Peter not far behind.

“We need to go now!” he shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

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“He kissed you?” Lily practically shouted from her bed. You nodded, putting your head in your hands. 

“Oh my Godric!” Marlene yelled from next to Lily.

“So are you two like a thing now?” Lily asked, a wide smile across her face. 

“No,” you said dejectedly, “He said it was just as friends.” Lily scoffed and shook her head. 

“Men are idiots,” she said, rolling over to lay on her back. Marlene nodded in agreement. 

“How was it?” Marlene asked, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“How was what?”

“This kiss, silly!” she exclaimed. You flushed a deep red.

“I’m not sure I have nothing to compare it to,” you said. Marlene promptly stood up and marched to your bed before planting one on you. 

“Marlene!” you sputtered, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Lily squealed with laughter at your blushing face while Marlene grinned. 

“Come on, how does it compare,” she asked again, “And how was mine? I’ve always wanted to know.” You threw a pillow at her. 

“I am not answering that,” you grumbled, causing Lily and Marlene to dissolve into another fit of giggles. After a moment, when your sad expression doesn’t change, Marlene sat beside you and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry he’s being such an arse,” she said softly, “I didn’t realize how much you liked him.” You sniffled. 

“Are you mad?” you asked quietly. Marlene frowned.

“Why would I be mad?” she asked. 

“You and Sirius kind of have something going on, don’t you?” you said, lifting your head to look at her. Marlene laughed. 

“I mean I guess, but there are no feelings involved,” she assured you, “It’s just a bit of fun. And I never would have started it if I knew that you liked him.” You hugged her tightly. 

“Thank you Marls,” you said softly, relishing in her warm and comforting touch. 

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A week later and you and Sirius hadn’t talked. It appeared that he was ignoring you. You didn’t enjoy the radio silence as it made you feel even more rejected. So when your trip to Hogsmeade came around, you were surprised to see Sirius standing with your friends. He gave you a tight-lipped smile when you joined the group but didn’t speak a word to you. While the ride to the small village was lively and full of chatter, all you could focus on was Sirius’s silence. 

The first stop was Honeydukes. You burrowed your way into the back of the store, searching for candies and trying to escape Sirius’s scorching gaze. You were examining a display of chocolates when you felt a presence appear beside you. You looked up to Sirius next to you. 

“Thought you might like this,” he mumbled, holding out a chocolate frog like an olive branch. You smiled slightly at the gesture. 

“No thank you,” you mumbled, feeling guilty. 

“Oh. Sorry then,” he said, beginning to scoot away.

“Wait!” you cried out too loudly, causing Sirius to stop in his tracks. “Thank you, it was a nice thought. I just don’t like chocolate frogs,” you said shyly. Sirius frowned. 

“But I thought that you loved chocolate. You’re always stealing from Remus’s stash,” he said. You blushed at the thought of him remembering such a small detail. 

“I like chocolate,” you explained, “Just not chocolate frogs.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Sirius said with a chuckle, leaning against a shelf. 

“I have a reason,” you exclaimed, “It’s just kind of stupid.”

“Let’s hear it then,” he said, crossing his arms with a smirk. 

“Don’t laugh,” you warned him, “I don’t like eating chocolate frogs because I feel like I’m killing them.” Sirius began to laugh. 

“You know they’re not actually alive right?” he said in between wheezes.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” you whined. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, still chuckling. 

“When they’re wiggling all around it just makes them seem too alive,” you said with a shudder. 

“You’re so weird,” he said. Despite the affection clearly evident in his eyes, you frowned at the comment. “Not in a bad way,” he corrected. He cocked his head. “In an adorable way.” You ducked your head and laughed.

“Oh hush,” you said, playfully slapping his shoulder. You go up to the front to pay for your sweets, Sirius right behind you. You look around the store only to discover that your friends are nowhere to be seen. 

“Where’d everybody go?” you asked Sirius. He frowned. 

“It appears that we have been ditched.”

You pushed open the door, heading out into the cold to find your friends. You shivered involuntarily at the chilly weather, a thin layer of snow gracing the ground. You had borrowed Marlene’s clothing for the trip to Hogsmeade, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction from Sirius. But now you slightly regretted that decision because her clothes were far thinner than yours and you were freezing. 

“Here,” Sirius said as he draped his coat over your shoulders. You smiled and looked away. 

“Thank you,” you said softly. 

“What are you wearing,” he asked, “You know you get cold.” You shrugged, tugging at the thin sweater. 

“It’s Marlene’s,” you explained. Sirius scrunched up his nose. 

“Why are you wearing her clothes? What’s wrong with your clothes?” he asked almost accusatory.

“Nothing is wrong with my clothes, I just wanted to try something new. I like how Marlene dresses,” you said. 

“Do you want to try something different or do you think you need to be like Marlene?” he asked bluntly, crossing his arms. You stopped in your tracks and spun around to face him. 

“Why are you acting like this?” you asked irritatedly. 

“Answer the question,” he said raising his eyebrows. You scoffed. 

“What are you even going on about?” you asked, avoiding his gaze. He had somehow pinpointed the exact reason that you were wearing Marlene’s clothing and you hated it. Sirius sighed and kicked some snow with his toe.

“At the party, when you were drunk, you said some things,” he revealed quietly. You felt your stomach drop. 

“What did I say?” you whispered. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. 

“You said all these horrible things about yourself, saying that you wished you were like Marlene or Lily,” he answered. You sucked in a breath. 

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you mumbled, embarrassment burning in your chest. Sirius took a step closer to you.

“Don’t be sorry. I just didn’t know you felt like that. I’m worried about you, that’s all,” he said. You sighed quietly.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” you said, hoping to end the discussion there. 

“Yes I do, (Y/n),” he said, “because I can see you trying to change all of these things about yourself and you shouldn’t be. You’re not boring and the way you always dress is perfect. You don’t need to change unless you want to for the right reasons. These are not the right reasons.” You sniffled, your eyes burning. 

“Sirius I’m fine, I swear,” you said under your breath. Sirius ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Yes, you are fine. Fine the way you are. So stop trying to change. You’re already perfect,” he said, practically pleading with you. You scoffed.

“You’re just saying this to make me feel better,” you replied. Sirius grabbed your hands. 

“I’m not, I promise. You are the most extraordinary and beautiful person I know. Don’t change for anybody but yourself,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning across your face.

“Sirius…” you breathed. 

“I wish I could get you to see yourself how I see you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. You search his face, his eyes filled with sincerity. After a short moment of contemplation, you stood on your tiptoes and ghosted a kiss against his lips. Sirius immediately reciprocated, placing a hand tenderly on your waist. The kiss was miles better than your last, his lips sweet and warm and your hands tangled in his hair. When he pulled away, a gentle smile adorning his features, he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I like you, (Y/n),” he said, “The real you. The you who sits in the library on Saturdays and doesn’t know shit about quidditch and who is afraid of eating chocolate frogs. That’s the you that I want.” His eyes held just as much emotion as his words, making tears prick at the back of your eyes. 

“I can be that,” you whispered. He pressed a kiss to your hairline. 

“I hope someday you can love that version of you as much as I do.”

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[effeminateboyninja]

Honeyyyyy, I'm starting to simp omoi, and i don't see any content here on tumblr like 😢 if u write with him, can i suggest some relationship hcs? Only if u want and have time, i know ur busy🤗💜

nooo way, we share a brain cell. i’m watching the war arc rn and i was just thinking why doesn’t this man get any love he’s so cute?! I simp so hard for this cutie 😩💚

Dating Omoi hcs ♡

he’s an over thinker at the best of times, but the way gears in his mind start turning frantically at every little gesture or thing you say — it’s on a whoooole new level

one day he’s babbling on about all the things that could go right or wrong if he asks you out - “they’re always smiling at me, that must mean they like me right? they’ll probably be relieved I finally worked up the nerve... or what if they only smile because they feel bad for me? and when I ask them out they’ll just laugh, and then they’ll tell the whole village and I’ll never find love!”

finally Karui has had enough of listening to his lovesick rambles and just tells you to ask him out or she’ll have to kick both your asses

(afterwards though she kinda regrets her encouragement because now he just won’t shut up about you)

they’ll be on a mission and he’ll just stop to ponder aloud, “I wonder what (y/n) is doing right now... I bet they-“ “OMOI! would you please focus?”

he’d be such a thoughtful boyfriend, constantly going out of his way to check up on you and plan exciting dates... even if they don’t go exactly as planned

he’s got a wild imagination okay? so maybe one time he planned a “romantic” picnic in front of the waterfall of truth that ended with you running from a giant bear — it’s the thought that counts, right?

will make you laugh constantly! but he doesn’t even have to try, it’s just so adorably amusing the way he’ll get himself riled up about the smallest things

one that note, sometimes he needs some reassurance to settle his anxious mind. so just cut off his worried rants with a gentle kiss every now and then, it will work wonders

he’s definitely a cuddler, he just feels at ease when you’re snuggled up next for him

big spoon! he is protective, and he loves the way you fit so perfectly in his arms.

since he’s so anxious and protective, he’s going to double check you have all your weapons/supplies plus routes/battle plans memorized for even the most mundane missions

“and what do you do if the enemy attacks from behind?” “Omoi, I’m just going to find a lost cat, there is no enemy!” “anything can happen on the battlefield, (y/n)!”

sometimes it can get to be a bit much but it’s just because he can’t bear the thought of losing you

he’s wanted to kiss you since he met you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same, so one day when he pops his lollipop out of his mouth and looks at you with contemplative expression you just lean forward and do it before he can overthink it

it’s nervous and a lil awkward and your teeth bump at first but once he gets out of his head.... ✨sparks✨

in short, dating Omoi would be a goofy and interesting, but always fun experience

[sneezefiction]

could i have headcanons for oikawa, kenma, noya and tanaka for how they’d react if their s/o told them she wanted to break up as a joke ? thank you 🥺🥺🥺

Oikawa, Kenma, Nishinoya, and Tanaka x Reader - Fake Break Up Headcanons

a/n: have some goofy headcanons w/ some of the best boys, babe <3333 i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

warnings: slight language

total wc: 1080

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Oikawa

there are times when Oikawa just won’t give you the attention you need

yeah, he’s a sweet boyfriend and all, but between volleyball practice, appeasing fangirls, and his social media platforms, he doesn’t have much allotted time for only the two of you

while trying to figure out how to garner some of Oikawa’s focus, a lightbulb goes off in your head. 

you’re sure you’ve seen a TikTok or Youtube video of people breaking up with their s/o as a joke… 

so while Oikawa is distracted by some form of social media, scrolling mindlessly on the couch, you’re tilting your phone camera up to video this moment

you come sit at the edge of the couch and utter some of the most terrifying words ever spoken

“Tooru, we need to talk.”

his head shoots up, body following with it

“What’s wrong, baby?” his eyes are wide and he’s unquestionably nervous

“I think we should break up.” you’re doing all you can to keep a straight face, waiting for a goofy reaction

but right as the words leave your lips, you feel instant regret

the most shocked expression adorns his features and you swear you can already see tears welling up in his eyes

“Wait, wait, wait it’s a joke I’m sorry! Look there’s a camera and everything, Tooru, I’m sorry!” you bounce forward, gathering him in your arms

you finally just let him know that you’ve been jealous and frustrated (baby needs attention)

he literally makes you promise to never prank him again, bc he insists “his whole heart shattered” and that “it was an act of cruelty”

y’all cuddle all night bc he can’t let you go after that scare

Kenma

ok so Kuroo has been trying to get a new reaction out of Kenma for the past 2 weeks

and nothing is working at all

so him, being his true scheming self, asks you to get involved

you accept bc he paid you you’re curious too and ask him what you need to do

“Just… y’know, break up with him or something?” he suggests nonchalantly

“What the hell, Kuroo!” your jaw dropping at his absurd request

“Bro, I already paid you! No take-backs.” he shrugs “Also, you gotta record it and send it to me.”

when you get home you feel like such a sucker for agreeing to it, but you’d rather not owe Kuroo any favors so you get everything set up as quietly as possible

Kenma, in his usual gaming position tucked under a blanket on your shared bed, scoots over to let you in, but you seat yourself at the edge instead

“Kenma…” wow you feel weird, “I uhm. I don’t think this is working out between us.” you’re cringing at yourself

you’re basically hoping he’ll make a weird face so that you can turn off the camera and explain everything to him quickly

eyes still glued to his game, Kenma simply states, “Kuroo put you up to this, babe.”

“I’m sorry plea- wait what, how’d you know?” you stutter out, confused

“He’s been doing weird-ass stuff for a long time, y/n.” he shrugs

“...okay… tell me more?” your focus completely shifting to storytime with Kenma

now you know all about Kuroo’s strange history with your boyfriend… and it’s all recorded, right there, on your phone 

Noya

it started off with a seemingly harmless game of truth or dare w/ the Karasuno boys, including your boyfriend, Nishinoya

you’d agreed to go along with it because they promised it would be chill nothing is ever chill w/ these kids, i s2g

however, you’ve already used up your maximum number of “truths” so you’re forced to pick dare for this turn

suddenly all the boys, except Nishinoya, are huddled together

you two just stare at each other with great confusion

simultaneously, all the boys turn around, making you jump, and say

“Nishinoya, get out.”

well ok this is weird

once he leaves, and may i say very reluctantly, you’re faced with the most painful of dares

“Y/n, the council has decided. For your dare, you must fake break up with Nishinoya later this week.”

fools. absolute idiots. but who are you to deny the council of boys?

so when the dreaded day comes, you facetime the boys in, leaving them on mute on your kitchen countertop and make your way up to Noya who’s actively attempting to make dinner

so you begin, “Nishinoya I… I just, uhm…”

“Yes, baby what is it?” his eyes dazzle when they meet yours

lmao you can’t, he just looks too excited to see you and you know for a fact his funky, lil heart would break

“I, uh… just wanted a hug actually.” 

“Why didn’t you just say so!” he responds, a grin stretching across his bright face, squeezing the absolute life out of you

“It was… supposed to be a dare from the boys the other day, but-” you try to explain

“Y’all’s dares are lame as hell.” Noya cuts you off finally realizing their presence on the counter, still pressed up against your body

baby had no idea

the council is displeased… and a little jealous

Tanaka

this guy has been on his Xbox all damn day

and it’s starting to wear on you

all the yelling, the thundering laughter, and weird code words were interrupting your reading, thinking, and ruining the cozy, weekend vibes

you’ve tried everything so far:

you made him his favorite meal? nothing. asked him to go out with you tonight? “Let’s do it tomorrow babe.” telling him to be a little quieter? somehow he managed to increase in volume.

so you text Kiyoko and ask her what she would do

homegirl literally suggested you break up with him, so that’s a no-go…

but maybe you could just… threaten it kinda? your babe can take a joke and it might finally get him to calm down

so you walk over to him and loudly exclaim,

“I swear if you don’t stop obsessing over whatever it is you’re playing, I’m just gonna leave.” trying your hardest to sound coldhearted

Tanaka yanks his headphones off and he’s on his feet, horrified

and now you’re just laughing, your sputtering boyfriend unsure of your contrasting words and emotions

“Sorry babe, you’re just… so loud. And I kinda miss you.” you hold out your arms, trying to draw him toward you

“Not funny!” now you’ve done it.

he’s gonna pout for a while and you’ll be the one to deal with it

but... if you give him a kiss and a real apology, he’ll snap out of it real fast

[jamzandbamz]

I was reading through your asks from the last week and someone mentioned something that I had thought about as well. There’s been a few times that Jeff has said “guys don’t take everything I say so seriously.” I think he said that in the gaming stream but an example of it would be in the IQ Test when he said he Sept with one of the Chain Smokers’ girlfriends. Someone asked him to tell that story and that’s when he said “I never did that, don’t take everything I say so seriously.”

So what I’m getting at is….I guess we won’t know until the George pod comes out (which was filmed two days after he talked about the new girl) how he is feeling about it. He definitely was way over the top with how he was talking about her. It was interesting when he was telling his mom they’re having a baby and will have a home birth (she’s holistic but it’s odd that they had that conversation after seeing each other only two weeks but anyway) then after saying he met a girl he says kind of in a deflated tone “nah I’m just joking but I did meet a girl.” The tone was completely opposite of the rest of the episode when she was mentioned. So was it an act? I’ve heard views are down is that why he’s acting like this?

The person that had the ask I’m referring to said this: “Honestly, part of me is starting to wonder if he’s sharing all of this for content and realistically, things aren’t quite how he’s making out with this girl? Wondering that because of it being complicated, how quick he was to say they arent bf/gf, his reaction when steven talked about being in love.” To say two weeks ago that it was so complicated you weren’t even in communication after Coachella and then one week ago “you can’t help when you meet the love of your life Steven”, “you never know when to expect it/I met a girl in the last few weeks that’s changed my life for the better.” What are your thoughts?

Sizeable post for you! (If you want it 🥺) I answered over 90 asks that night so some stuff is a bit buried now lol! My take is still that it's an over the top expression of very real feeling bc he's very happy, but that there's humor showing bc he's naturally comedically inclined 🤣

I dont think it's as sophisticated as a pre-meditated strategy to get views (just my opinion). He's the type to get *high* off of other's moods, music, vibes, etc. He's amenable to drugs, mild altering substances, probably hypnosis, etc.. That makes him *very* very susceptible to transforming into an energizer bunny when he's emotionally stimulated (good or bad) lol! Just my sense

When he said that to his mom, it came after saying "threw em (meds) in the trash," which he followed with "is this what spreading misinformation is? Im just kidding mom. I have met a girl, but im just goofin around" so you're right that he's not gullible, I think he wouldn't stop meds, or stop seeing doctors...I think it's more that he's high as a kite and saying whatever as a goofy guy lol. He's very likely to get sent a different way when he's into a girl, too, bc he's the type to please & mold himself to her. Also, emotions set in quick when you fall for someone. Even a few days, or a week! Something did uncomplicate itself, absolutely

I don't think he lies as much as others' might think, but there was a huuuge disagreement in Feb when we were chatting about it on here when I started taking asks. My takes are a lil different I guess. I think he can be very "laughing on the outside, crying in the inside." I was maybe one of just a few who believed he was unhappy/bothered by the failure of that potential relationship. ☁️ just my thoughts 💕

[vancilocs]

Lyssa and izkiel and yeri and heskel?

the wifi here is so bad i actually have to share data from my goddamn phone am i living in the stone age or what

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Izkiel seemed like a genuine and nice guy, somewhat goofy but always polite. Handsome, too

They always had shared interests and when they grew up they stopped pretending they disliked each other, Yeri liked how mild-mannered Heskel was and Heskel liked how calm Yeri could also be when she stopped pretending

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

Probably Izkiel showing up to the hospital when Lyssa wasn't feeling well and trying to cheer her up

They were pretty young and Yeri had hurt herself, skinned her knee or something, and while her parents just told her to get over it Heskel put a lil bandage on it. A bit of a tough situation for Yeri to realize her feelings when they weren't even friends yet

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it?

They barely ever fight, usually it's because Izkiel doesn't realize how tired Lyssa is and is on some nonsense. She just needs to say she's worn out and he'll stop, so no big conflicts, he just apologizes

Fighting for them is potentially lethal because the first things they learned about each other is how to enrage them, but that also means they know exactly why the other one is pissed and know how to calm it down. Sometimes it even annoys Yeri how well Heskel pinpoints what's pissing her off and fixes it before she gets the chance to complain

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

Jawline, chest, hands, eyes for Lyssa

Lips, hair, eyes, general size and massles for Heskel, nose, eyes, lil pointy ears and size for Yeri

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Snuggle, offer distraction with snacks and/or movies, tell dumb stories, help with chores

Bring food, toss some furs on, cuddle, talk about it

6. Who is the big spoon?

They switch, sometimes a man wants to be held against smth so soft

Yeri

7. Favorite date activity?

Go have a few drinks, go have dinner, or then stay home and watch movies and snack

Go on walks, make dinner and have Yeri eat it, go hunt when both are in equal strength (so half-moon)

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

Lyssa still thinks about how Izkiel had his legs broken to replace them and laughs about it

They've known each other for so long so they have a lot, one was when Yeri found tadpoles as a kid and decided to be nice about it so they could look at them together

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Fairly, you'll know they're a couple

Yeri is far more open, as much as Heskel allows

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

Lyssa says Kel, and then just general pet names

Heskel still calls Yeri Jerk and she calls him Pipsqueak (affectionate)

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

Some tasteful ones about Lyssa's heart

A lot. From their whole lives

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

Lyssa would like for Izkiel to have a less dangerous profession so they both could lead calmer lives, but well, it's what he does best I guess

They both want a baby or two but the logistics clash so they're just in the planning stage

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

They do okay, shoot a text every now and then and ask if the other ate anything today

Heskel tunnels into a blanket pile and sulks there after a certain point, Yeri does fine for a time but when the separation anxiety hits she gets a bit destructive. Give her a stick to chew on

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

Deodorant and moisturizer smells, the feel of Izkiel's skin, sharp teeth, tall.

Persistent wet dog smell vs. persistent stench of blood, fur, leather, gentle hands in Yeri's hair and the feel of that hair, teeth, bones

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Not much, Izkiel does make Lyssa feel sexy so that's fun. Also reminds her not to work so hard sometimes, she's ill

Yeri thinks she's a super badass who will beat anything and anyone and kick everyone's ass, and yeah she is that but to Heskel she's also a big mushy lapdog who goes limp when he scritches behind her ear just right. He also has never considered himself as "sexy" but she's never seen anyone to rival his absolute beauty

16. Jealous at all?

If Izkiel keeps hiring escorts to sit on his lap while he plays cards, yes

Nope

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

Giving time to another and being aware of how the other's doing, giving a helping hand when needed, showing affection

Giving both time and space, listening and communicating, having each others' backs, outright showing love

18. Is their any way they disappoint each other?

Not much, Lyssa knows that Izkiel tries to keep the cactus alive and she can't blame him for that

Not really

19. Describe how they communicate

Just talk, Lyssa needs to be straightforward or it will fly over Izkiel's head

They talk, they've honed their skills to perfection with that

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

Izkiel did get his shit somewhat together, but that's just mainly with Lyssa's encouragement, not that she demanded it to date him

No, they grew into what was needed all on their own

[musesofolive]

Ahh I have been posting a lot today, I’m sure you’re all waiting for me to shut up lol. But not right now! Now that I think of the multi-muse house in my head and how my beloved oc’s are just like living in the place like they’re all roommates, I wanna explore that a lil bit.

Isla:

She is pretty much the closest thing to the mom of the house. She may not be the oldest, but she is the most emotionally and mentally mature for sure. Which, she constantly finds amusing considering Rowan is there and is her older sibling, but I digress! She’s the one who’s got the house set up on a system that works, who’s cleaning what room, who’s getting the dishes, who’s washing the laundry. She settles any disputes that come up in the house that may lead to violence, and she’s always the best shoulder to lean on when you’re not feeling the greatest.

She’s the natural leader of the house and everyone tends to trust her, there’s no one she really dislikes or doesn’t get along with. She gets along well with everyone, but mostly with Ciri and Rowan since she’s known them the longest. She tends to treat Nova like she’s her daughter, is always glad to have Sahar’s level headedness, and does appreciate Riley’s laidback ways.

Ciri:

She definitely keeps things the most lively in the house. She’s an agent of chaos, what can she say? Once she flies into the room, any hope of the atmosphere staying quiet is completely ruined. But she does have a habit for putting people in a good mood...most of the time, when she’s not pranking them or they’re not next to her room where they can constantly hear her singing. She can be more serious and stick to rules if she sees Isla getting overwhelmed though, but that’s really the only scenario where she loses her goofiness.

Isla and Nova are the ones she sticks by the most, with Rowan falling closely behind those two. She knows that they’ll enable her chaos whenever she decides to cause it. Riley is next after that because he’s just so easy to get with pranks, and it’s super funny teasing him, especially when he thinks his flirting is getting him literally anywhere. Sahar she doesn’t stick around too much, she gets the sense that the soldier can’t tolerate too much of her shenanigans and so for Isla’s sake, she leaves her be for the most part. But Sahar does tend to stop by to listen to Ciri’s songs when they’re not too bombastic.

Nova:

I love my girl, and it’s because I love her that I tend to deem her the emotionally wounded teen of the house. She’s not an actual teenager and she doesn’t act like one really, but Nova has been the most emotionally and physically scarred out of all them and has not had the time to heal any of it over yet, like the other roommates. So, she sticks to herself a lot. She used to only come down for meals and stay holed up in her room, but Ciri eventually wouldn’t have any of that and dragged her out from time to time. That came to the agreement that Nova will spend time with some of them outside of meals so long as Ciri stops busting her door down and dragging her by the arm. But for the most part she just follows the rules set and keeps her head down.

Ciri is the one she hangs around most, not entirely by choice, but she is the one she’s most familiar with so it’s better than a stranger in her opinion. After that is the Comerde siblings. Isla is very comforting, warm and treats her nicely. And she helps in such subtle ways so that Nova doesn’t have to feel embarrassed for asking for help. So when it comes to who she likes Isla actually sorta takes the cake. As for Rowan, they’re quiet and don’t usually ask too many questions. So, when Ciri and the others get way too overbearing, she rolls up to their room and just vibes with them while they read or do work, it’s a very mutually beneficial thing. Sahar’s not too far behind, she’s a bit too intense sometimes for Nova to vibe with her properly like she does with Rowan, but she’s helpful in getting her anger out, and helps her get better at self defense which makes her feel safer and less like she needs to lash out constantly. And then there’s...Riley. She does not like Riley. A. He’s a human man. B. She knows all the charm and flirting is just a facade, and she hates it. She doesn’t like people being fake with her, because then it reminds her of Dorian and makes her wonder what they’re really hiding. Also he’s way too touchy for her liking. Everything about him just rubs her the wrong way so she tends to stay away from him, and if she can’t, then those two are going to get into a fight.

Rowan:

They are simultaneously one of the chillest and one of the strictest in the house. Which makes no sense, but it’s true. Like, no, go ahead, do whatever you want, as long as you’re not bothering them, they really don’t care. But also, if they catch you not doing your chores or not following the rules, they will harp on you subtley like no tomorrow. They helped design the system set up actually, and they tend to supervise how it goes, suggesting different things to try to Isla when they notice something that can be improved. They sorta tried to take over as leader of the house since they believed they could run it better...yeah that lasted about a week before they handed that title back to Isla with a shake of their head. This group is nothing like their tribe, they just can’t. So, instead they’re like Isla’s left hand, enforcing the rules and keeping the peace from the shadows...but also not, because they are an enabler of chaos at their core. Not an agent, but if someone is looking to fix up some good natured mischief, they will gladly help and sit back and watch it all unfold. But usually they’re either in their room or in the library, working on papers for the trading business to send back to their father.

The Skywings are the two they get along with best, but for different reasons. Ciri creates glorious chaos while still following the rules, and they find that absolutely immaculate as they do whatever they feel like to help her. Nova is quiet and precisely what they need when they get into one of their “I’m surrounded by idiots” moods. Isla comes next, there are worse people, and she is still family. When they’re homesick they spend more time than usual with her, just to be reminded that there is still a piece of home with them. Sahar and Riley come afterwards. Not that they really dislike anyone here, if they don’t like them, then they have a neutral disposition at most. Sahar is just neutral territory because they’re very alike in some aspects, but she also shares some of Torin’s traits. It’s like an amalgamation of them and they find it interesting. And Riley is also someone who causes mischief, which they like, but also, they just...cannot deal with the flirtiness. Like at all, it flusters them way too much. If they are with Riley, it has to be in a group setting because otherwise they’ll just be blushing like no tomorrow at Riley’s endless flirting and charm.

Sahar:

If Isla’s the designated mom, Sahar is oddly enough sort of like the dad. She respects Isla and her desicions greatly, and enforces them more directly than Rowan does. She is Isla’s right hand woman for sure. She makes sure everyone is safe physically since that’s her better strong suit as a guard/soldier, she lets Isla handle the emotional aspects. She’s also the one to break up any fights physically, she’s tall and strong, it’s what she’s good at. She usually spends time in the training room, especially when she’s worked up, but honestly she makes her rounds to just about every room in that house that isn’t someone’s bedroom. She likes knowing the layout.

She prefers Isla’s company more than anyone else’s. The elf is just one of the few she doesn’t have to be all soldier-face with (and Isla is 100% teaching her how to dance. Sahar wasn’t convinced she’d be any good at it, but Isla’s proving her wrong.) and genuinely feels like she can be relaxed around. They respect Rowan’s professionalism and regards for the rules, even if they do let mischief happen. She feels both pity and admiration for Nova, she has clearly gone through things that would probably kill weaker people. And she wants to let her know that her battle is over, there’s no more need to keep fighting and it’s time to heal. But, words aren’t always her strong suit, so she tries to express that with how she spends her time with the young elf. She finds Ciri annoying and troublesome, but in a good way, if that makes sense. She’s like both a pesky hummingbird that keeps flitting around her face, but also reminds her of her brothers so she doesn’t mind it. So, she tolerates the Skywing so long as she doesn’t get herself into too much trouble. She tolerates Riley the least. They’re just two very different people. Sahar is about upholding the law and protecting others and being selfless, Riley is a con man who is selfish and literally only thinks about himself. Plus he’s committed crimes in her very country. Safe to say, opposites do not attract this time around. She’s much more no-nonsense with him than anyone else.

Riley:

I feel so bad but this one just like...gets picked on mercilessly. He is constantly bullied in this household, but not in a way that’s genuinely like upsetting just, teased a lot so that he can learn and get character development. And I promise the others aren’t treating him too badly and Isla always steps in if she feels everyone needs to lay off. That woman is basically Riley’s saving grace because she’s the only one who doesn’t pick on him. Not to say others don’t enjoy his presence on occasion, he didn’t learn his people skills for nothing after all, he’s usually one of the bigger talkers at the table and keeps the atmosphere nice and light. Either with his skills, or by being the comic relief. He’s starting to get fond of libraries all things considered, so he does find himself there often. And if he’s not there, he’s usually in the game room fiddling with some pool or playing cards. If he can rope the others into joining him, he’ll play some poker or just generally a game or two. And the bar, that man loves his alcohol.

Isla and Rowan are at the top of his list. Isla, for being the motherly saint she is and constantly getting the others to stop bullying him, plus she’s the only one who can in all actuality, handle him. She plays along with his games without ever actually losing, and she never gets boring to talk to. Which surprised him, because she’s one of the most sentimental, family-oriented people he knows. He didn’t think he’d ever get along with someone like her, but she’s just that inviting. And then there’s Rowan, again another family-oriented type. But he knows he started liking them because they fluster so easily at his flirting. He does love to get under people’s skin and tease them. Plus, for as family-oriented as they seem to be, they care in a very sensible way. And when he’s at the bar, usually drunk, he wonders if he could have ever been like them had he been with a proper family. He doesn’t really dislike Sahar, so much as he is just...frightened of her. Like, every time she looks at him, he can just tell she’s imagining putting his head on a pike or something. He’s very happy there’s a no fighting truce in that house, otherwise he’d have fled that house so fast to avoid getting either murdered or brought to jail for so many years by her. And Ciri and Nova are tied for the ones he dislikes the most. Ciri’s got an annoying habit of pranking him, and it sucks because nothing he ever does seem to get under her skin, he’s tried everything. But there’s nothing that does the trick, but she gets under his skin so easily and it drives him crazy. He only approves of her mischief from afar, and he hates that she constantly makes up little tunes that mock him. And then there’s Nova, and he was a little surprised. He didn’t think he’d ever end up liking her, sure, but like the animosity she shows him for literally no reason just astounds him. There’s nothing he can do to rectify it either. Everytime he tries it just gets worse, and he hates working with people he can’t control at least a little. That, and I mean, the guy is 40, she’s 25, the difference in mentality just makes them even less likely to enjoy the other’s presence. He’s constantly saying “who do you think you’re talking to, little girl? Hasn’t anyone told you to respect your elders?” To which she always snaps back “I’m an elf, you crusty bag of bones! Just because I look younger than you, doesn’t mean I am! And there’s hardly anything to respect from someone who’s an outlaw in every nation they can hide in!” Like just...keep them away from each other. The insults are funny at first, but it’s not long before someone makes a move to attack or say words that are going to cut too deep.

[wildestheart4ever]

More Jamie Rogers content, cause I was reminiscing the existence of my little steggy goober. So I wanted to explore what his relationships with the Avengers are like: 

Steve and Peggy Rogers: Both Steve and Peggy struggle with the notions of parenthood [Steve never met his father, and Peggy had a complicated relationship with her mother], and both fear failing their little pride and joy in any way. Especially with their very time consuming careers. 

Steve is seemingly the more indulgent parent, he likes to spoil his son to a degree, give Jamie everything he never had the chance to get during his own childhood. Jamie and Steve share a love for baseball, and Steve is painstakingly teaching the boy the sport.....he makes it a point to tell others not to judge him when he does it in the suit [considering they all saw the ball he took to his man bits, they refrain from commenting]. 

Though both are protective, Peggy has been quietly dubbed “Momma bear”, given her penchant for using random blunt objects to club threats in the face when they present themselves as a threat to her child [there’s a tally chart, it’d be funny how many marks she has if it wasn’t so disconcerting].  

Dodger: Steve got Jamie a dog the third year after the snap, felt like his son might need a companion and would keep him busy while Steve was occupied with work [Especially during the times Nat would be occupied with the remaining Avengers]. They pass most of that time playing ball 

Sam Wilson: Now when Jamie first meets Sam, he’s hanging off Steve’s back [in one of those carriers] and just watching and waving back at the guy trying to keep with his dad. Of course he likes him instantly, cause the dude is nice and funny and put a big smile on Steve’s face [Not many others besides his mum can do that], and kept him company while Steve was hospitalized before Peggy got back.

Probably first on the list of people he’d be comfortable with being left alone with. Besides aunt Nat that is.

Admittedly, Sam’s first thought at meeting Jamie was “So this is the result of a child raised by a greatest generation couple in the 21st century”. He’s spent his free time with the kid with Steve, teaching Jamie how to play baseball for one [Though the following severe sympathy pain once a ball hit Steve’s man bits had Sam a little more cautious when playing with a boy with super strength], he looks at the boy with fondness and amusement [and exasperation, once finding out Natasha had successfully taught the boy how to play poker].

He got kinda teary eyed upon their return to find a quiet colt legged preteen with a resting bitch face to outmatch Barnes’ crying his eyes out into his mother’s shoulder, instead of an cheerful open smiled child. In his defense, everyone’s hearts were collectively broken.

Natasha Romanov: She wasn’t much considered “Aunt Nat” before the events of DC [she, Steve and Peggy seemed more on the friendly co-workers status before that]. Jamie thinks she’s cool tho, and she gives him sweets no matter how many times it exasperates his parents. At eleven, she’s pretty much the only other permanent fixture in his life, and one he is not intent on losing. 

Now given Natasha’s experience with Clint’s kids, she’s not all that clueless and awkward when interacting with Jamie. She amused herself with buying him Captain America onesies during his infancy, and sometimes watches him when both Peggy and Steve are occupied [I’m guessing SHIELD sanctioned nannies are only offered when missions are concerned].  

Nat lives on and continues being the awesome aunt in his life, and that’s that.

Bucky Barnes: When Jamie was first brought in to meet his elusive namesake, the two did not quite know what to make of each other, Jamie thought the man looked very tired and sad. He still remembers Bucky from their brief interaction following Hydra’s exposure, and he’s joyed to find the man a bit more talkative than the first time around.

Bucky was still baffled by the notion of Steve having kids at all [The fact Peggy survived along side Steve is still another thing he’s trying to wrap his mind around, what’s reckless self sacrificial x2?]. He still gets chills at the thought of their first encounter, and doesn’t like delving into what exactly he was thinking when he saw the boy the first time around. He refuses to take bait to Sam’s teasing on the fact lil Jamie thought he was a cursed prince waiting for true love’s kiss.

Given time - and a lot of it spent in each other’s company when the others are out on secret missions -, Jamie and Bucky taken a shine on the other. Bucky and Sam may have been a bit competitive on who’s Jamie’s favorite [It’s Nat]

Thor: Now Jamie didn’t get much of an opportunity to get to know Thor, so despite his outgoing and precocious nature, the boy is a little timid when it comes to the large alien. 

Thor finds the boy endearing and [jokingly] swears loyalty to him upon the day Jamie becomes a warrior himself and looks forward to fighting by his side. Nothing like reminding the mortals around you of their short lifespan, eh? 

Bruce Banner: Another fellow Jamie hardly interacts with. He finds the man twitchy and shy, and goes about interacting with him like he were interacting with smth fragile. By the time of the five year skip and he’s a little more sure of his interactions with the man, he a bit weirded out by the man’s.....new development [He finds himself staring quite a lot, despite his father’s scolding]

Bruce - upon being introduced the a fragile two year old - takes to interacting with Jamie with as much care as the boy bestows upon him. He finds him less stressing and loud than one would expect of a toddler, and sometimes wants to toe the line where Jamie is persistently keeping himself in quiet mode, where he can hopefully find a friendly middle ground. 

Tony Stark: Jamie isn’t that big of a fan of Tony, the man mostly keeps to his own thing so it’s not like he sees much of him to begin with. Whenever he is in the same room with Stark, the man either pretends he’s not there...or just really focused in his attempts in aggravating Steve

After the snap, it’s plain to say the boy is not fond of Stark. He lost nearly everyone that ever mattered to him, including his mother, and Stark is just raving on taking everything out on his dad for no reason. The fact the man did not want to help five years later didn’t endear him to Jamie much either, and at eleven, Jamie is a broody preteen keen on holding a grudge [Imagine being five and going through that, watching this guy basically blame the whole shitfest on Steve. Yeaaah, that boy was pretty loud in his anger] 

Now Tony is hardly an expert in handling children [no Tony, you do not call a boy who expresses missing his absent father a pussy], so he’d be pretty awkward once the Rogers family moves into the tower after the events in DC. Finds himself twitchy at all the child-friendly stuff around the common area [sometimes, toys are accidently left behind for one to slip on], and the most interaction he gets with Jamie is long awkward mutual staring 

Clint Barton: Like Thor, he doesn’t have much interaction with this guy. But when he is around, Jamie finds him both goofy and cool, cool especially when Barton saves his little tush from rogue AIs making their first appearance [Just think, you spend a boring grown-up party playing with your toys and emptying the snack trays, fall asleep on a couch, only to wake up to disaster]. At eleven, he feels pity at the fate of the man’s family, offering an awkwardly friendly fist-bump upon seeing him, and silently taking the embarrassing hair ruffling he gets in return.

Jamie is everything Clint expected of a child born from Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter, the boy is quiet, mindfull, and yet incredibly outgoing and stubborn [and temperamental, both parents are stubborn to admitting who he got it from], something he quietly finds amusing.