#but he did grow from that and hes a much better much more conscious person now

[h4terb0t]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘.

☆ 18+ only/no minors. | dick grayson x male! reader.

SUMMARY: a nsft fic about the daddy kink dick was trying to hide accidentally slipping in mid-session with his partner. WARNINGs: 18+, dom! male! reader, sub! dick, (accidental) daddy kink, anal, (minor, on dick's end) anxiety. WORD COUNT: 700+ NOTEs: second person & no plot. this insert is more "cocky" personality wise. [no terms and no pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

"Fuck, you sound so pretty, songbird." He isn't given much of a chance to respond, as every thought that could be keeps going hazy with each stroke from the slow, precise pace between his legs. Moans cascade through the room with every thrust of your hips against his.

But, through his own desperation, he manages to mumble out, "Sh–shut up."

All bite is replaced by laughter, wrecked by a lack of air. A quiet, choked noise that reverberates off the walls with the sound of skin on skin.

His legs are wrapped around your waist, fingers tangled in hair, while the other is barely holding back from drawing its nails down over your back. The embrace is slick from the sweat enveloping the both of you, the palm of Dick's hand gently massaging the back of your neck. Kisses through panted breath trail across the jaw to the side of your face before broken groans reach your ear just as easily as the creaking of the bed.

You move a hand down to his ass and start pulling him into you a little with each stroke. The flurry of sensations added by the new pressure has Dick reeling back into the mattress, done even bothering to hold himself up anymore, just for you to lay your full weight on him.

You grip him a little tighter, and he meets you with a kiss, as gentle as he can with the unintentional bumping of teeth, to match. Your tongue pushes and slides over his, eliciting more.

It's only getting deeper, and he takes every inch while pinned down without complaint. For once, memories buried deep into the corners of his constant, racing thoughts aren't taking the forefront of the situation—ruining it all, and now his head altogether is getting fuzzier by the second under the heft and size of the one fucking into his messy hole.

His breath grows heavier as he moans your name.

Fucking into him, giving him everything, with your hand reaching down to grip his hip to pull him up into each downward thrust, he can't think of anything but the truth when you finally speak up again, "You love this dick?" 

It comes easily: "Daddyy—feels so fuc–so fucking good, please don’t stop."

It's hard to hear the scoff through his own heavy breathing. "You forget who’s fucking you?"

Much to his dismay, you slow into deep strokes, curling yourself over him and snaking your hand under his jaw to pull his face up and hear him more clearly. Your voice is right next to his ear.

"What did you just call me?"

Truthfully, he isn't even sure what you're talking about. The things that come out of his mouth when you're on top are not conscious. Most of the time, he just ends up embarrassing himself with the incoherent whines forced out despite any reassurance given. The hell did he say? Oh shit, did he use somebody else’s name? He wouldn’t do that—no, it couldn’t have been that, so what the fuck did he say?

You roll over into Dick's again, keeping in place to pound at that tender area in deep that gets him to whimper. Like clockwork, the word is knocked loose again.

"Daddy—"

In an instant, the pure terror draws in, and he's finally thinking with his actual head again.

His daddy kink is a dirty little secret better left in the dark (in his professional opinion.) So, he's never mentioned it—how he'd refer to you as that when he'd touch himself, all alone and hushed, mewling it to the image of you he'd conjure up in his head to push himself over the edge.

A title he knows holds too much weight—something he's definitely going to be judged for. And so, he's quick to apologize.

"Huh? Noooo… shit, sorry." Your chest gets pressed up against his, and then he's burying his face into your shoulder to close the rest of the space, his arms coming around over your back to feel the warmth he just might lose. "I'm so—sorry, I didn't—just—I love you—"

"It's okay." It's said so softly that it almost slipped by without notice. His heartbeat stops its rapid spike while you go on, and he can breathe.

"Say it again."

[youjustwaitsunshine]

anyways i genuinely and deeply believe that seb is one of the best, well-rounded, most talented racing drivers currently active and i think no matter where he was racing, he'd adapt within less than one season. he's incredibly versatile, everyone who has worked with him praises his quick understanding, intelligence and detailed feedback. he's a genius on track and seizes every opportunity he can and any team across all of motorsport recognizes his talent. so many other drivers know him to be courteous and friendly and so many racing series want to win him (and the fanbase and recognition that comes with him) to drive for them. It's clear that once a team is genuinely happy to have him and listens to him, he's a major force that very few other drivers could come up against.

[painted--constellations]

back to being angry

[cultrise]

THIGH RIDING. SAL FISHER

☠︎︎ CONTENTS NSFW, riding his thigh near the lake, sal being touchy, clothed clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 1.1k

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being in nockfell was often too much to handle, especially now that the cult’s activity was dormant. it all puts too much stress on your little group, especially with college work dropping in like a storm.

that’s exactly why you and your boyfriend, sal, decided it’s better to go on dates to wendigo lake, where you can enjoy the quietness of nature. just you two, a blanket, some snacks, his guitar and the night sky was enough to get you in a good mood and raise your spirits again. however, this night was a little bit different. even though the cute date sal had prepared did put you in a good mood it also made you needy for his touch, wanting to feel him closer.

as the sun went down, your small discussion had turned into a makeout session as you straddled sal, his back pressed against the bark of a tree. his mask was thrown somewhere on the blanket that was under you, even if he had protested against it. even after all these years, he was still self-conscious about not wearing his mask, sometimes even with you.

it’s not that you didn’t understand it. to sal, even if he had accepted his accident and condition, his face still held a grand amount of trauma and he still felt afraid that you might see him one day for the ‘monster’ that he was. your heart always ached as you heard him say that.. how could the sweetest person you’ve ever met think that about himself? it was beyond you.

you did everything in your power to reassure sal about his aspect as the years passed and now you were happy to say it mostly worked. he had grown much more comfortable, often having his mask off when your friend group gathered for movie nights and hangouts at your shared house or the apartments.

“wait…” sal muttered as he pulled away. you could see his scarred cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, giving his pale skin some colour. you had two hair ties on your wrist, ones that you got after taking out sal’s pigtails so you could play with his hair as you kissed him. your hands rested on the sides of his face.

“what is it?” you looked around, thinking he had heard something in the woods surrounding the lake. sal’s fingers dig into your waist and you turn around to face him again.

“what if someone comes by? maybe we should stop…” sal’s blue eyes look into yours as you smile in relief. you twirl a strand of his hair around your index finger, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

“do you.. want to stop?” you ask as you keep caressing his face. sal’s ears turn a bright red as he exhales sharply, fingers tapping on your lower back.

“no…” he whispers softly, smiling as he hears your chuckle ring in his ears. his eyes soften, lips finding yours again as he pulls you closer, enough so he can press his torso on yours. your hands pull his hair slightly, making sal groan and deepen the kiss.

the calm breeze blew against your faces as the lake’s water glistened in the moonlight. sal starts to grow touchy, hands pulling at your hoodie and caressing your thighs. you feel the heat surge through your whole body, now aware that it has been a long time since sally had touched you. you realise how needy he is acting in return.

to test the waters you decide to slowly grind your hips against his thigh, just in case he asks you to stop. that was proven to be useless, however, when he decides to push his knee upwards into your cunt, eliciting a choked moan from you. you pull away from the kiss with a gasp as your eyes meet his.

“don’t stop.. it’s okay….” sal reassures softly as he pecks the side of your chin, guiding your hips with his hands. you bite into your lip, pressing your cheek to the side of his head as you stabilise yourself by placing your palms on his shoulders. you soon realise the reason sally wanted to stop kissing you was because of the growing boner that was now pressing against your legs.

as thin as his thighs are you can’t help but whine as he flexes them, wet kisses being applied to your neck as you continue to grind your hips faster, harder, pushing yourself down on him “shit.. sally…” you mewl against the shell of his ear as his body shivers, his nails digging into your skin.

“i know… i know, baby..” his comforting voice goes straight to your heated core and you bite the flesh of your lip again. if you keep doing it, you might draw blood. who cares, anyway? it felt way too good to stop and for some reason you were now the shy one, afraid to make any noise. you knew sal loved hearing you, but you also knew he understood, that he didn’t mind. that all he was chasing was getting you off. and hopefully getting himself off too afterwards, since realising how desperate you were for him.

it doesn’t take long for your legs to start shaking as he starts rubbing your clit through your pants, the circling motion and grinding of your hips making your head spin as you hugged his neck. all sal does is hum contently, trying to ignore his own needs as he tries to help you relieve some stress.

“feel good?” he whispers as he kisses the bare space between your shoulder and neck, sucking a love mark into it.

“mhhmm.. yeah” you breathlessly say as you take a handful of his hair, making him smile. sally knew he wasn’t necessarily a catch, especially in bed. but knowing he got you acting like this was enough of an ego boost.

the kissing, soft praises and grinding all start to become too much for you and you end up cumming in your underwear in minutes, shivering against your boyfriend. as a reward, he makes sure to give you plenty of gentle kisses to your face as you pant “you did so well” sal muses as you look around.

“can we go home? i need you” you almost beg as sally smiles, fixing your hair.

“i think todd and neil are out tonight..” you smile at sal’s insinuation, lips ghosting over his before you pull him into a kiss. never before had you hurried so quickly to gather your belongings and leave the peacefulness of the lake to go back home and spend the night in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

[ellecdc]

We need dating remus lupin general headcanons with YOUR wonderful writing. Please. 🫶🏻

I don't know if this is my best work - but hopefully this is what you were looking for. Thanks for being here with me <3

Dating Remus Lupin Headcanons

This man was completely oblivious to the draw he had on other people – including you. His quiet, sarcastic, mischievous but kind persona meant he had a lot of admirers that he never did anything about 

I fully believe Remus Lupin was the biggest flirt without necessarily realizing it (or if he did realize it, it wasn’t a conscious action - he really didn’t mean to be flirty, he just was)

Also don’t believe he knew how fuckin’ hot he was: denim jackets, oversized cardigans and knitted jumpers, converse, beanies - like he always looked so comfortable and casual but so put together despite of it?

Stealing his clothes is actually a dream of mine – his denim jacket with patches sewed on and a hole or two????? Need it

Curling up in one of his sweaters and warm socks by the fire? Fuckin’ hell 

His friends knew better than to ever try to (outwardly) set him up with anyone since he was so damn stubborn, so they would just happen to be in the library at the same time as you [the person they’d seen him bantering with in class time and time again] and also just happen to say hey and decide to catch up with you and then also just happen to sit at your table since they were already standing here talking to you anyway.

Forced library dates that neither of you really realized were dates, courtesy of his friends 

Remus caught on after a little while what his friends were trying to do, but didn’t mention anything in case you hadn’t realized yourself; he wouldn’t want to embarrass you

And welcome to the one thing we all sort of hate about Remus Lupin: he of course believed nothing would/could/should ever come about between the two of you

I believe him to be somewhat flighty – the second he realizes he’s falling for you, or, God forbid, realizes you’re falling for him – he hightails it 

Not for long though, I really don’t see James Potter letting him get away with that (Remus is stubborn so he gets ‘his way’ for at least a little before James forces the two of your out of your mutual misery)

I think you guys would grow closer and closer without ever actually saying anything about it:

Sitting beside each other would turn into leaning against one another

Leaning against one another would become the odd cuddle session 

Walking together to class would turn into a gentle hand on the small of your back guiding you through the castle (but also to keep you close) [this is that mentioned unknowingly flirty side] 

Hand on the small of your back would turn into his arm around your shoulder or your hand in his 

And he would prefer it this way, afraid that saying anything would make it too real (flighty), or, that you would deny having feelings for him and that would hurt in an entirely different way

You tried to be okay with it – to pretend that you were satisfied with whatever Remus was willing to give you because, come on, he was one of the most popular boys in school, he was the most well-liked Marauder, he was super smart and a powerful wizard, and he was so sweet to you.

But after a while, you couldn’t deny how much this unspoken space between you was weighing on you – particularly the somewhat routine periods where he’d completely shut you out

Was it you? Had you done something? 

Was he seeing someone else?

Were you just imaging this whole ‘thing’ between you?

He’d get increasingly agitated – almost like he simultaneously wanted you closer to him and further away from him; you’d never know how to help him in these moments

He’d speak more sharply to you, spoke less in general, and downplayed your friendship/relationship when other people would comment on it 

“We’re not even that close, we just study together sometimes” you head him say to Marlene McKinnon

“It’s not like that” he told Benjy Fenwick when he asked if you two were dating 

“She’s just a friend.” He’d said to Sirius, and that one hurt because why would he lie to his best friend? And what about you made it so difficult to see you as more than a friend?

Maybe you really had completely imagined the whole thing in your mind? Maybe he really didn’t care for you at all.

You began to pull away – less study dates, more excuses as to why you couldn’t meet up after class, sitting with Lily or Mary at quidditch games instead, staying at Hogwarts on Hogsmeade weekends – anything to avoid having to face the friend that you quickly realized you were halfway in love with who never even gave you a second thought

He did give you a second thought, though – in fact, he gave you a first thought as well as a third, fourth, fifth and sixth

“Do you think I did something to offend Y/N?” He asked James and Sirius one day – the two exchanged a knowing look 

“Why do you ask?” James asked with a smirk

“I think she might be avoiding me.”

“Does that bother you, Moons?”

Remus scoffed “of course it bothers me”

“I thought she was just a friend?” Sirius taunted

“Sod off...”

Remus couldn’t ignore it anymore – you weren’t just a friend. Never could be in his mind, he doubts. He would be your friend for the rest of your life if that’s all you ever wanted from him – but he’d probably always hold a candle for you; that’s why this divot you seemed to be carving between you two hurt like hell

He decides to do something very un-Remus like and face this head on (thoughts and prayers)

“Hey Y/N” he said gently as he approached your table in the library 

You seemed surprised at seeing him and started packing your things up

“Oh, hi Remus...” and the lack of your usual ‘hey Rem’ furthered his suspicions. “I was just finishing up, actually.”

“Have I done something to upset you?” He blurted suddenly. His assertiveness threw you off kilter – was he...talking? About feelings? You paused in your haste to pack your things

“No?” you said in the form of a question – you knew he picked up on it when the space between his eyebrows dwindled 

“Are you sure? I just feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You were starting to get frustrated. “What do you want, Remus?” You asked sharply. He winced.

“I just miss you, is all.” He admitted quietly as he played with a fray on his sweater between his tantalizingly long fingers.

“What exactly about me do you miss, Remus? You have plenty of friends; I hardly see how Sirius, James or Peter can’t fill the same role.”

He guffaws – actually guffawed! The bastard. “What are you on about?”

“What are you on about, Lupin? I’m tired; I’m tired of being called a friend while you keep me closer. I’m tired of feeling like I’m being played by arguably the most important person in my life. I’m fucking exhausted – so tell me exactly what you’re ‘on about’ Remus, and make it count because I’m done.”

“No! No, not done; don’t be done.”

“What do you want, Remus.” You whispered dismally. 

“You.” He whispered back

“Don’t fuck with me, Lupin.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at you a little bit. “I’m not. I’m not, I swear it – I’m sorry if you’ve felt played by me. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel anything but loved because... because I do – I love you.”

“Love me?”

“Love you. So much.” He professed as he dared to step closer to you. When you didn’t seem entirely averse to his proximity, he moved to close the gap – enveloping you in a long-needed hug. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again.

“You should be” you murmured petulantly from his chest.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of your head “let me make it up to you?”

And he did – you spent that evening on the astronomy tower, enjoying the view of the stars as they melted into the forbidden forest along the horizon and the rest of the Hogwarts grounds – and he told you his secret, that he was a werewolf

You were the first person he willingly told – James, Sirius, and Peter just figured it out on their own and there was no hiding from them

You were the first person he chose to let in – so uncharacteristic of the lycanthrope, but that just went to show how serious he was about making it up to you and garnering your trust

This changed everything 

There was no more pushing you away near full moons, in fact – he got nearly downright territorial 

No one else was allowed to sit beside you – that was Remus’ spot

He was irritable and snappy with everyone, but instinctively melted at the sight of you

“I can’t believe we survived Moony all these years without Y/N – she’s like a sedative” Peter muttered as he picked up the cards Remus had thrown at him in a fit during their game of exploding snap. There was no sign of that Moony now – smiling down at you as you sat curled up in his lap like he had nowhere else he’d rather be

I believe Remus was the king of trinkets – his dorm was littered with little bits and bobs he found that he thought were cool/interesting

He started gifting you little things once you began dating 

An enamel pin that made him think of you 

A small pewter wolf 

A cool rock that he thought looked like the colour of your eyes (you didn’t see it, but who were you to argue?) 

Little themed snow globes

Flowers he found on his walks 

Pretty beads/crystals 

Tealight candle holders 

The ribbon from a box of chocolates he got from his mum that he thought you would like

Acts. Of. Service. This man didn’t come from money, the way he saw his dad spoiling his mum was through his actions – so this caring attitude came super naturally to him 

Fixing up your tea/coffee the way you like before you’ve even thought about it 

Carrying your bags/books for you 

“Your shoe’s untied, dovey. Give ‘er here.” He said as he patted his thigh for you to place your foot so he could tie it for you

If you got sick/under the weather, he’d totally do your homework for you (his friends have done the same for him due to the moons – pay it forward)

I think he’d be so soft and needy after a moon – just melt into whatever love and care you’re willing to show him; give you complete control and take care of him.

It may have been super hard to get Remus to give love a chance – but once you got it, you were stuck with him because he was not going anywhere 

Loyal to a fault 

He’s so afraid of losing good things that he’s willing (and desperate) to do anything and everything he can to keep it [i.e., you]

Thankfully, you make it very easy to do <3 

[piratefishmama]

Fake It 'Till You Make It | Part 7

“Are you sure we’re ready for this?” Eddie didn’t feel ready for it. Although they’d definitely spent the better half of the morning and a little of the afternoon getting used to kissing, something Eddie would remember for the rest of his life and maybe thank Dustin for at a later date, and maybe curse him a little for because Steve wouldn’t take it any further than kissing.

Dude had some impressive self-control. No handsy behaviour, no leading, didn’t even follow when Eddie tried subtly nudging it. They had a goal in mind, and he wasn’t getting side tracked for anything.

Eddie might have felt self-conscious about that, had he not kept feeling Steve’s grin against his lips whenever he tried, or those little warning nips which both told him to stay on track and fed the mischievous little gremlin that was his brain. He was growing his confidence!

Steve was helping him be confident!

“We’ve gotta be, sooner we get this over with, the better.” They were sat in his BMW in the Harrington driveway, engine off, psyching themselves up. Steve climbed out of the car,

Eddie following shortly after with a grumbled “Better for who exactly?”

Steve wished he had an answer for that. But the longer he sat with the idea that they had to reveal this ‘relationship’ to his parents, the more daunting it became. It’d be fine. He knew it’d be fine, the worst case scenario was that they wouldn’t like Eddie, okay no worst case scenario was that their behaviours had been performative in an attempt to call his bluff, but that was looking less and less likely.

They could just… not like him. Not think him good enough. Judge his clothes, his hair, his social class, they could be mean, out of touch rich people so easily. But at least if they got this over with quickly, he’d know if it’d work.

“…The plan I guess. If they don’t like you then—”

“Jobs off?” At least Eddie could say he’d gotten to make out with Steve Harrington, to approximately zero people because who could he brag about that with? It was a personal victory for himself.

“Mmhm... that’s ok right?” Slowly they made for the door.

“Sure, no harm no foul, I got to make-out with Steve Harrington and I’d get to go back to bed, I’m calling that a win.” He didn’t care if it went to Steve’s ego, and from the smile lighting up his face it did a little, he got to make out with Steve Harrington. “Let’s get this over with, Stevie.” He could handle a little rich person judgement if they didn’t like him.

His whole shtick was aiming for parents to not like him, he wasn’t made of glass. He could handle it. And as such, he gave Steve’s perfect ass a light smack because honestly when else was he going to get the chance to do that, and went off in front headed for the big, over the top red double door entry.

Steve, only momentarily stunned by the smack, shook himself out of it and jogged to catch up, hissing a harried “wait up, Eddie!” That only served to earn an over the shoulder grin from his ‘boyfriend’ before he was turning and walking backwards, amusement dimpling his cheeks and lighting up his face.

He really was attractive, wasn’t he? Not a thought Steve figured he’d be having at random but... it wasn’t unwelcome. Eddie was... pretty. Pretty and fun.

Maybe the kids were right, maybe Eddie was worth the effort to get to know.

So it wasn’t as much of a surprise as maybe it should have been that... he actually really hoped they would like him.

Wasn’t that an interesting thought?

“Okay just... be—”

“-haaaave? Be pleasant? Beeee polite?” Be anything but himsel—

“Yourself Eddie. Be yourself.” Oh. His surprised must have showed because instead of opening the front door, Steve paused and decided in a moment of sheer ‘fuck it’ cupped Eddie’s cheeks and just held his face. “Be yourself... you’re not unlikeable, you’re charming, and funny, and goofy, and they’re going to like you” God he hoped so. His thumb caressed the soft, warm cushion of Eddie’s cheeks taking in those big brown doe eyes so wide, full of surprise “so just be yourself, alright?”

“... Kiss for good luck?” Maybe it was just a bid to lessen the tension, the feelings bubbling within from being touched so gently, but it worked about as efficiently as a chocolate fireguard, because Steve kissed him.

It was soft, and chaste, quick so the neighbours wouldn’t see, but it chased any nerves Eddie might have had right out the metaphorical window. Didn’t help the feelings from erupting like goddamn Vesuvius but, the nerves vanished.

“It’s gonna be okay” it’d be okay. “Walk behind me alright? I’ll introduce you and we’ll riff from there” they were doing this. He was about to out himself to two complete wild card strangers in shitsville Indiana.

It’d be okay, it’d be okay. It’d be okay.

“Okay... promise me they’re not gonna turn on me, like... they can hate me but...” hurting him was... a real risk.

“Eddie... I’m with you. Okay? They turn on you... I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Even though they’re your parents?”

Steve tucked a stray curl behind Eddie’s ear and offered him a warm, comforting smile “I’ll side with you long before I side with them, I swear. They wanna get to you, they’d have to go through me.” He was both younger and stronger than his parents. They tried anything and he wouldn’t hesitate to get between them. “And trust me, they wouldn’t be able to.”

Steve may not have been known for winning fights but... he was still pretty damn big, could definitely overpower a couple of older rich people. “...Okay.” He’d be safe. Steve would protect him.

He could be brave.

Steve opened the door and stepped inside, Eddie following behind him trying not to think too hard about how the last time he’d been there it’d been at night and it’d been heaving with teenagers being stupid.

There’d been alcohol, he’d been selling drugs, it looked different during the day.

“Steven?! Is that you?!” Came a feminine voice from somewhere within. Steve seemed to know where though, because his hand found Eddie’s, lacing their fingers together to gently tug him in that direction until they reached the dining room door where Steve let him go to make himself known

“Yeah it’s me, is Dad home?” Eddie remained out of sight as instructed, feeling the nerves bubble in his gut again, kind of missed Steve’s hand around his, it felt nice.

“He’s in the living room with me, is something wrong?” She sounded pleasant, inquisitive, Eddie had never met Lynda Harrington, never seen her before in his life, not even photos as the house didn’t seem to have them.

The Harrington’s didn’t like clutter.

They could do this. They had their bare bones story, they were comfortable kissing, and apparently holding hands was easy too, definitely didn’t make his chest do a wibbly little thing. Didn’t make his chest do that at all. Steve had him wait just to the side of the doorway as he entered, definitely the bravest man Eddie had ever met in his entire goddamn life.

Didn’t know a single person capable of a more ballsy move than what Steve Harrington was about to do.

Even if the roles were reversed and he was telling Wayne about Steve it still wouldn’t be as ballsy! Steve was a catch, it’d be like the Jester had bagged the King. The other way round… Steve was clearly way out of his league.

“Nothing wrong, no. I uh… I wanted to talk to you about something.” Eddie leaned back against the wall, let the flat surface of it ground him as he listened. It’d be okay. He’d be okay. “You know how I’ve been… less than… enthused, about all the… ehem, potential people you’ve been trying to introduce me to?”

“How can we forget? Speaking of which, Heather, you know Heather, the Holloway’s daughter?” Eddie stuffed the bend of his thumb into his mouth to stop himself from making a noise, yeah, good luck with Heather, she was busy with Megan.

“Heh, yeah, yeah I know Heather, we got our life guard certification together, but she’s irrelevant, not—not irrelevant I don’t mean it like that” god what were their facial expressions like if Steve was stumbling so much “she’s… not—okay, heh, start over. The reason that I’ve been against all this is… well you know how I said I’m… I’m bisexual?” Eddie assumed at least one of them nodded during the brief pause “w-well, I’m… already seeing someone. And I have been for a few weeks now…”

“What?! Steven! Why didn’t you tell me, heavens now I have to cancel with—”

“With whom, mom?” Maybe Steve’s fears weren’t as unfounded as some might have thought them to be.

“…Nobody. Go on.”

“Well… I didn’t tell you, because… he… was nervous about being known, which y’know, fair, he doesn’t know you, it could be dangerous for him, frankly I didn’t even know you’d be totally okay with it, but—but with the week away coming up I was hoping that maybe… maybe you’d let me bring him with us?” There it was, the in, it was coming, he’d have to be seen soon. Breeeath, it’d be okay. He’d be okay.

“Oh!” Oh? What did oh mean? Was oh bad? Would oh be—

“Could we meet him first?” Masculine, Steve’s father. Holy shit. His dad. His dad. John Harrington. Fuck.

“Yeah! I uhm… he’s here actually. Uh… one second.” Steve dipped back out into the walk through where Eddie looked at him through wide, slightly panicked doe eyes. “Hey… it’s okay…” could have paid him millions, it wouldn’t erase the fright that seemed to settle into his bones when the time to shine arrived. He’d never had stage fright before. Maybe he should have given Greg, the kid playing Hamlet more of a break during that school production of Hamlet he’d flipped out just before. “Eddie… c’mere” he drew Eddie in, coaxed him away from that wall and drew him into his embrace. “It’s okay, I’m right here, it’s safe, nothing and no one is going to hurt you while I’m here, okay?”

“Steven, is he—” Steve turned his head to look back at his father in the doorway, Eddie just about visible in his arms, wide eyed and frankly freaking out just a little “Oh Steven…”

Part 9

[obriengf]

he loves me, he loves me not - w/stiles

it was hard to muster up that much confidence; to intake such a deep breath that you felt dizzy, to ignore the hammering of your heart against the caging of your chest, to fight against the nagging voice in your head chanting 'stop' over and over again. it was hard to find that courage to speak before you think; to take that long leap between two cliffside edges, laying out your cards without the promise of a full deck, to dip your toes in the cold rage of the ocean waters. the ability to become so incredibly incomposed was something that you wish you could fathom, but it was just so difficult the mere moment you glanced into his eyes. and you knew you were gone. lost. frozen.

"i love you."

it wasn't until you watched his amber eyes grow, bewilderment holding them captive as it was his turn to simply freeze. you didn't even recognise your voice as is slipped involuntarily past your shaky lips - an out of body experience, watching as the scene began to fade to a murky grey to complement the darkened cloud that had suddenly appeared overhead.

stiles gulped. visibly. painfully. conflict danced between the scrunch of his brows and twitch of his jaw - the embodiment of trepidation, eptimome of ambivalence, quintessence of apprehension. he was all of the confusion and indecisiveness that one could muster, and he wore it so well like a badge of honour that he did not want. on the inside, his lengthy fingers would be tearing at his hair and provoking gasps of panic from the look he knew you would be giving him next. the look, that he knew, would break him as much as it was about to break you.

"i-i don't... i'm sorry, but i don't love you. not, not like that."

it was a whisper that could have so easily been carried with the wind. it was quiet, and soft, and shaky as his voice broke. if you weren't standing so goddman close with anticipation, then you would've missed it. it was hard to see those beautiful amber eyes after that - your view disrupted by a glaze of emotion, tears that gathered and clung for dear life until you would allow them to fall. the possibility of his denial was always on the board, but you wished otherwise. you manifested the love he would give you, and how he could have repaired your aching heart, and given you the devotion that you so easily offered him.

words were lost on your tongue as they weighed heavily, preventing any further prying, stopping any further embarrassment.

it was like air as you stepped around him - feet light, floating, the ghost of who you were moving without any thought. you couldn't feel how your heart sunk and screamed for help, how it was drowning. numbness filled the cavity of your empty body, just a shell of a girl who laid everything on the line before losing it all. it was always going to be a gamble.

stiles forgot how to move, himself. as if the second you left his presence, a switch was flicked and his power was drained. what he said was in all truth, but that didn't make it any better; it wouldn't ease his conscious or remove the image of your broken composure from the forefront of his mind. he was convinced that his heart already belonged to another, and even they had no idea just how much of a hold they truly had. would he be able to love more than once? the thoughts were rough as they penetrated his chest, his heart on a skewer, the agony prevalent at the prospect of losing you.

the image of your saddened expression returned and stiles shut his eyes. he could feel you with him, still - seconds had barely passed, everything moving in slow motion. he could smell your perfume as it lingered behind him, and the crack of a stray sob that was choked back. he wanted to reach for you. his hands clenched, momentum building to swing around and just grasp at your wrist, to pull you back to him -

"there you are!" his eyes opened, but there was someone else there. the figure of which he had imagined his heart belonging to, the person he was so surely convinced was for him. but now, he wasn't so sure.

their hold was gentle as they cupped his cheek, asking if something was wrong. stiles shook his head and offered a smile, convincingly enough for the worry to be dropped and forgone. the story that followed from the kind soul before him was lost on deaf ears as he turned around slightly.

he shouldn't have turned. he should not have looked briefly over his shoulder. he should not have let the curiosity get the better of him. stiles should have left it as it was.

because if he did, then he wouldn't have seen you wipe away the tears that you let fall. nor would he have seen the anguish that came with your broken heart.

he wouldn't have wondered, for such a sweet small second, of what would've happened if he just told you that he loved you too.

[elficially-done-with-life]

The only one who is beautiful to me

A/N: Here is my promised Glorfindel one shot. I wanted to post this way earlier but then I had a job interview and a lot of other stuff to do and found no time to finish it. Hope you enjoy it despite the long wait!💖

Pairing: Glorfindel x reader

Summary: The Reader feels like she does not look beautiful enough, but Glorfindel disagrees.

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It was a pleasant evening in Imladris and festivities were in full swing. Glorfindel and you, his wife, had helped prepare everything for weeks and now it was finally there.

Everyone dressed up in bright coulors and beautiful music was filling the air.

However, in the midst of the festivities, Glorfindel couldn't help but feel a sense of worry. The source of his concern was you.

You stood lonely in a corner, wearing the exquisite dress Glorfindel had gotten you for this occasion. Your once vibrant expression had faded, replaced by a frown everytime you looked down at youself.

Glorfindel suspected that your sadness was caused by the fact that you didn't realise how beautiful you looked in your dress.

It had been a recurring issue in the early days of your relationship, but he had believed he had successfully convinced you that you were truly beautiful in his eyes. However, it seemed as if doubts were still lingering in your mind.

It hurt him a lot to see you like that. Whenever you doubted yourself, he asked himself how it could be that you couldn't see yourself the way he did.

Because whenever he looked at you, he saw the most beautiful elf ever.

Sometimes he wondered if he was a bad husband because he hadn't been able to convince you of your beauty so far, but he tried to push that thought at the back of his head. This wasn't about him, but about you.

Determined to help, Glorfindel approached you with a warm smile.

"What troubles you, Meleth nîn? "he asked softly.

You hesitated for a moment before uttering softly, "It is nothing. Do not worry,"

Glorfindel, however, was aware that that couldn't be the truth.

You often played down your own feelings, which was the reason why Glorfindel now always paid close attention to how you were feeling.

Even now you tried to divert attention away from yourself, but Glorfindel would never forgive himself if you felt bad for even a second longer. He loved everything about you and would gladly show you.

He pulled you close.

The sudden physical contact caught you off guard, causing your cheeks to flush with a warm blush.

Despite your growing familiarity with his public displays of affection, you still felt a hint of shyness now and then. Especially if you didn't see it coming.

"The dress," you whispered, averting your eyes. "It is beautiful, but it looks ridiculous on me." You couldn't help but feel self-conscious as you glanced down at your attire. "I just do not know how you can love someone like me," you added, your head falling onto his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

Glorfindel stroked your hair, "My love, you are beautiful," he murmured, kissing the top of your head. "In fact, I would say the dress looks especially good because it is you who is wearing it."

Your face turned even redder, if at all possible, and you hid it in Glorfindel's chest.

"Meleth nîn," he whispered softly, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his breath, "you are so much more than you realise. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

"But that is not true," you said softly. "Look around you. Everyone here looks better."

"The only person I see in this room who is beautiful to me is you," he whispered and gently kissed the tip of your ear.

You pressed your face into his neck and breathed in his scent deeply, because he gave you strength whenever your own strength was lacking. Glorfindel gave you the stability you needed to feel a little better.

"How about," he suggested, "if we dance a little so that everyone can see how beautiful my wife is," your cheeks grew even warmer and Glorfindel's arms pulled you even tighter against his body. "And then tonight I will show you how much I love everything about your body. What do you say to that?"

You sighed softly. "Sounds like a plan. Love you."

"I love you too." Glorfindel whispered softly as he held on to you for a while longer until you were ready to break away from him and follow him to the dance floor.

[futurewriter2000]

Warm Enough

A/N: Spent all day writing this with some distractions in between but I love it! LOVE IT! I still got it. 

REQUEST: Post!Azkaban Sirius is really burned out with Grimmauld Place but he absolutely refuses to go outside in the snow no matter how many jackets he has on bc the cold reminds him of the dementors in Azkaban and reader helps him work through it.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

XX

He slept... and slept... and slept... 

The curtains were covering the little light that was trying to make way to that darkened room- the room that never changed, not one thing was moved since he left it. His desk was covered in papers from his Hogwarts days, some awful written essays about potions for Professor Slughorn and there were drawings of werewolves, vampires, ghouls and charicature of Remus and Peter from their boy ages. Peter had overly large eyes and thick glasses stuck on him, mustache and some pimples, meanwhile Remus had large ears, awfully crooked nose and half missing teeth. It was funny back then because James and Sirius both drew that together during Arithmancy class. James had a talent for drawing, everybody that knew him knew that and Sirius, growing up by his side, managed to pick that up as well. Never good as James... in anything... James was always better. So why was it that it had to be James the one that was murdered and not him. Sirius would give anything to have switched places. James would handle all of this so much better than he did. 

Sirius’ sides were hurting from laying in the bed but it was as if the gravity was pulling him into the matress. His pillow felt uncomfortable though and so did every position he tried to fall back asleep. He hasn’t looked much around his room since he came back. He hasn’t noticed the past, whteher that was a conscious decision or sub-conscious. All he ever saw was his bed that always seemed to pull him into slumber. Why he woke up? The dreams started to turn into nightmares. Memories would hunt him, sometimes good memories from his boy days and sometimes memories from his 20′s- those he would suppose to enjoy the most. He didn’t. He spent it in the cold and darkness, that was why the bed was so inviting. It was warm, so warm and comforting. 

He heard a knock on the door and a head peered through. He lifted his head a bit, only to see the shape or the little sign to know who it was. 

“May I come in?” said the voice. 

He wailed quietly and shuffled himself amont the silk sheets. Maybe he did despise his family but at least they bought silk. 

“I will take that as a yes.” the person shuffled in the room and closed the door. “Blimey, Sirius. What are you- a vampire?” the curtains broke open and there was more light in the room, shining over every piece of furniture that hid in the dark for all these years. The person opened the door widely and the freezing, sharp cold burst in against the skin, causing the reaction of goosebumps. 

“I’d like to sleep.” 

“It’s three pm.” 

“I’ll get up at four.” he shuffled his head in the sheets as the cold reached his nose far too quick.” 

He could feel the infamous glare- the one only you could make to make him quirk a smile. You crossed your arms over and smirked. 

“So this is your room.” you let go of the hold and let your hands roam free over the furniture. “It does match your personality quite well- OH! A pony bike!” you laughed and made your way to it. Blue and a bit dusty but it would still probably work if you tried it. 

He peeked through the sheets and started to watch you wander. 

For some odd reason, you wore pink shirt and a black trainer. He’s not used to you wearing such light colours, especially pink. You were more of a moddy, dark teenager as he remembered, just like most of them were. Your figure was womanly, curves in all the right places and your hands- your whole body moved so delicatly, elegantly over his room. 

You came over his desk and saw the drawings hiddent underneath the paper.

‘James’ - you thought and smiled as you saw his usual drawing style. Your smile widened at the sight of the charicatures. You didn’t want to open this theme though. Not in front of him. Not when he slept for so long in the darkness of his own home. You knew this subject always opened a wound in him- a wound that resulted in fury and revenge. 

“Cannot believe you still have Slughorn’s paper.” you grabbed it and started reading it, laughing midway. “And it’s horrible.” you laughed and he rolled his eyes, laying on his back. 

“Well, I despised Potions and that man was all about Snape and Lily being the best of the best of his favorite, perfect little apprentices.” he mocked and you laughed, making his way towards him. 

You laid on the bed next to him, placing your arms on top of his chest as you did almost 20 years ago. The two of you never dated but you both were in the same friendgroup. Back then you found him quite childish and annoying but you’ve always cared about him. It was a bit sad there was only three of you left... four if you count the rat Peter. 

He smiled at the sight. He never told you that back then but whenever you did that, drunk or not, he always felt such a rush of heat rush his body. His heart would go into a whole new world of high rollercoaster rides and Merlin, the face you made- the look you gave him with those glimmering eyes- the glimmer that never seemed to go away throughout the years. He felt himself sweat onto his perfect silk and the cold never seemed too cooling enough to bring down his tempeture. 

“I miss those times sometimes.” you said, looking into his eyes as he gazed into yours. 

“Yeah... I never imagined it would en up like this, you know?” 

“There can still be a happy ending, you know?” you said, drawing circles on his chest but he hated that because it made him arouse and so he put his hand on top of yours to stop. “Sorry.” you said. “I forgot.” You knew he hated that, you just thought it was because he hated it in general, not the real reason behind it. 

There was a moment of silence and for the longest of time, he wanted to ask you this quiestion. “Did you believe it?” 

You lied down next to him, staring at the ceiling. “Believe what?” 

“That I did it.”

You knew it was going to be something among those lines but you were going to answer it truthfully. “I didn’t...at first. I couldn’t- it didn’t make any sense to me. From all the years I have known you, I just couldn’t put your personality and that action together.” you paused and looked at him. The two of you were so close, in his bed and that made you not only nervous but extremely, beaucoup nervous. 

“And then?” he asked, watching every facial movement you made. 

“I had to... somehow believe it.” you sat up from the guilt, even though he didn’t blame you for one bit. He believed he killed them too, if he was truly honest with himself... but he wasn’t. “Somebody had to take the blame and after years, I had to point at somebody because I was still so mad that they died. Especially when I saw Harry on the news- something inside of me just exploded. I was angry because there was logic fighting with me and the need to blame somebody for it. Peter was supposed to be dead, you know? And everything led to you. So either I was going to get crazy for not believing it or I should just accept it and have peace.” you turned back to him and he was smiling a bit. Shocked, you furrowed your eyebrows and asked: “What?” 

“You’re just so funny when you care what I think.” he sat up as well, feelig the pain in his legs burn from all the lying around. Yet it was too cold for him and he had to close the windows. He had to. 

“You laugh but I felt so guilty when Remus told me the truth. It was the shock all over again.” you walked behind him. “I don’t understand why didn’t you just tell us the truth?” 

“Would that have made any difference?” he said as he turned around from the window only to find you standing close to him... too close. “James was dead. Lily was dead and like you said- all evidence pointed to me. If nothing I was guilty of attempted murder.” he started to walk out of the room, you following. 

“It would have made all the difference in the world.” you started to raise your voice a bit and he noticed that, bringing up his hot-headed temper. 

“I really don’t want to talk about that, right now, (y/n).” he gritted his teeth.

“Well, not talking about it won’t make it go away.”

“I know that.” he turned towards the kitchen.” 

“It would have made a difference to Harry, to Remus- to me!” you started to shout as he burst into the kitchen and you right behind him. 

He opened the cupboards quite aggressively and you could see he was a bit furious. 

You wanted to be furious- you did. You wanted to explode and make a whole mess about it but you knew... that wouldn’t bring you any satisfaction. It would only make chaos. 

You could see it in his eyes- those angry, feisty dark grey eyes that you shouldn’t make a storm out of rain, so you took a deep breath in and put your hand on top of his. “I’m sorry.” you said softly and you could feel his hand relax, the veins on top of his slim fingers disappear back into its depths and his eyes soften. 

He closed one of the cupboards and leaned onto the counter. 

“I just don’t like to get reminded of my mistakes, (y/n). That’s all.” he said, looking at you through those dark curls of his that fell in front of him. “Don’t you think I know what I did? And every day I was reminded in that cell... every day of those 12 years.” he let out a pitiful laugh, turning around to lean his backside on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “You lot kept me alive.” he continued to smile. “And you also made me fall in the darkest corners of my soul.” his smile now faded. “I was trapped in that stupid cell, filled with rage and revenge and you were out there living your best lives- living your twenties how we talked about we would.” he sighed, trying not to look at you but you made him do it by standing in front of him. He wanted to continue but you already wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. He let go of his arm hold and wrapped his arms around your torso, sighing and nuzzling close into your neck. 

“Should we go for a walk?” you whispered into his shoulder and he gently pulled away, looking down into your eyes. “To breathe- to clear your head?” you smiled but he only moved away and moved his head sideways as a no. 

“I don’t really want to.” he walked towards the fridge to get some milk. “Plus everybody would recognise me.”

“I know this path in the back- it’s really nice and brings a lot of solitude. It’s quite enchanted now that it’s all covered in a white coat.” 

But that didn’t convince him. 

“I don’t really want the cold.” he poured the milk into a cup and put the cup into microwave.

“Why don’t you just heat it on the stove? It’s faster.” you judged immediately.

“It’s faster in the microwave.”

“It’s faster on the stove.” 

“But the milk gets all burnt on the bottom.”

“You pour a bit of water on the bottom.”

“Too much work.” 

“You’re too much work.” you now bickered and he laughed. “Anyways, it’s snowing and you just put the jacket on- come on.”

“No jacket would be enough to keep me warm- even if I turned into a bear- I won’t.” he stood next to the microwave, crossing his arms again and you mimicking him. 

“You’ve been stuck in here for too long. Don’t be a lazy sod and go for a walk.” 

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Are you afraid of little snowflake?” you started to tease. “Will it wet your perfect curls? Newsflash, they’ll start to fall off soon anyway.”

“Oi! Don’t mess with receeding hairline- alright.” he started to comb his hair. “Our genes are strong.”

“Not all genes make it.”

“Oh, sod off.” he waved his hand in front of you and pulled the cup out. “You’re just jealous of it.”

“It’s overrated.” you mocked and he chuckled. 

“Come on, I’m serious.” you leaned on the counter in front of him, pleading with your eyes. “It’s just a little snow. We used to love it.”

He kept his eyes on yours and he could feel his knees giving into it more than his soul did. No... that was a lie. His soul would succumb to you, especially when you acted like that. 

Almost though. 

“It’s not the snow that bothers me.” he mumbled and walked past you, into the living room. 

Again, you followed him. “Then what is it?” 

You couldn’t figure it out. Nothing really happened. James and Lily died on the end of October and nobody’s birthday was in January that you know of... so what is it.

“I just don’t like the cold.” he sat down and turned on the TV, sipping on his choco.

“It’s not even that cold. It’s barely 8 degrees. It’s not even on zero.” you rolled your eyes and sat down beside him. 

“If you want to go, then go. I’m not.” he started to speak with a sharper tone.

You sat there, speechless. You really didn’t understand this man. You knew he wasn’t the same man as he was 12 years ago but there was something in Sirius that always screamed adventure. He wasn’t an introvert and he wasn’t the one that would hate to go outside. If you could find him anywhere in Hogwarts, it was definitely outside. So it made you sad to see him like this. See somebody so down... but you won’t force him to go out either. It doesn’t feel right. 

“I just wanted to make you feel better.” you mumbled as you  got up and left the living room. 

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t because of all the tears that were gathering in your eyes. It felt such a big rush of emotions climbing up from the bottomless you threw them all these years ago. It felt like grief... but not for James and Lily and the other friends you lost in that war. It was for Sirius because that day, you lost him too and you felt so much love inside of you that you had nowhere to give. Yes, he was imprisoned for 12 years and he must have suffered the loss but did that mean that your problems, your grief, your importance was less worthy than his because your problems were smaller than his. You went through a lot after Sirius was imprisoned. The hours of questioning, the terror in those nights that followed, insomnia, anxiety attacks, tears of loss- losing one person by one- counting down the days of when this is all going to be over. He may have been imprisoned, far away from all of that- he didn’t get to see others slip away slowly and he didn’t have family that fought in those. 

You wiped the tears away from your eyes and washed your hands, opening the doors widely before seeing him appear in front with an apologetic look in his eyes. 

You couldn’t, however. Not when your thoughts and emotions were raging inside of you. The bells of the past rang so loudly in your head that you pushed past him and walked into your room. 

He followed. 

You couldn’t say anything. There was something squeezing your heart so tightly right now that you only faced away from him, towards the white snow in front of you, a window glass seperating the two of you. Tears wanted so badly to climb up but you fought them with all your might. He won’t see you cry. He just won’t. 

But he knew. He knew you were upset and he knew why. You could have stayed in your apartment, enjoying your normal life, going to work, watering plants if you had any, going out with your friends, working on your hobbies... and you’re throwing all that away to spend your days with him, closed up in this house and trying to give him any feeling of normal you can. Hell, he should be even thankful that you decided to speak to him. You were always the toughest in the friend group, yet somehow the most understanding one. 

“It was cold there...” he started, sitting down on your bed and watching you face him your back. “And at first I didn’t mind it. I felt like I deserved it. I felt like I killed them all.” he said. “I didn’t know what was happening outside those walls and I preffered it that way. James was dead and he was the only thing I kept thinking about. I didn’t think about Lily or Harry or anybody really. James was always so much more than my best friend and I loved him- God, I loved him... even if he was so much better than me in every possible way, I couldn’t envy him because I loved him so much. He was everything I had. His parents were gone and then he was gone and without him... I just couldn’t function properly.” he looked up at you but you didn’t move, he could only see your reflection in the mirror, looking back at him. “And at first, the revenge, the fury inside of me was keeping me warm so the cold didn’t really matter but when that faded away, I could feel my toes freeze up. I walked up and down the cell, every day. Eight thousand steps every day... a few jumping jacks to get my blood pumping if I had any energy inside me left but it only lasted around 20 minutes. Then cold hit... again.” he said and suddenly, he could feel you sit beside him and the way your cherry blossom lotion made its way into his nostrils. 

He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now when he was so vulnerable. The only thing he could do was look at your hand and wanting its warm touch to give him comfort as it always did... but it didn’t. It was just there... in his vision... so far away. Touch his arm, his thigh, his hair... anything- he wants it so badly when all his emotions are in chaos. 

He looked away, gathering his thoughts. “I could deal with Dementors for a while as well but that didn’t last either. There were some days, months even, especially in the winter when the food was hard, tasteless and... well, cold... not much of it either. I started to lose my energy to do those walks or jumping jacks or to move a muscle. I laid there on that bed and tried to warm myself with all the clothes and blankets I could muster. I was weak and Dementors... it’s like they smell you and he came and I was sleeping when I felt it. I was so confused and-and-” he lost his train of thoughts as his eyes moved left and right on the ground as if he still couldn’t believe he let himself get caught like that. 

Then there it was. That warmth, right between his lats, down his spine to his toes and up to his arms. It was like a relief and he could finally look at you, looking back at him with tear-filled eyes and a comforting smile- the one that he adored so much. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” you said and he smiled, tears dripping down as he grabbed your face between his palm and leaned his forehead on yours. 

“Oh, no!” he smiled so brightly and looking at you. “I want to tell you what I did next.” he said and put your hands into his, kissing the top of it and making you smile. “When you want a Dementor to leave you alone, you had to think of your happy memories and if I tried to think of James, I could only think of the grief and the pain his death left on me. And I thought so hard to think of something happy and I thought of you.” he leaned his chin on top of your hands and watched you with a smile, eyes gilstening from all the tears that continued to fall. He was in too deep now. “Whenever you walked into the room it was always lighter, wasn’t it? Everybody loved you and the way you bickered with James- it was the most funniest thing in the world. He simply adored you though- everybody did because you were this light in everybody’s lives. People came to you like magnets and you sort of ran away from them sometimes.” he laughed and you laughed with him. 

“It was a gift I didn’t really like.” 

“But you accepted them anyway.” he continued. “And besides James, you were the only one that could make me say things out loud- whenever I had any girl problems or army- I could tell you the most random things I thought in the middle of the day because you were so easy to talk to- so accepting of everybody and everything but you still had your boundaries. You were the one people came to when they needed something because no matter what, you had it and you didn’t judge us for it. And I remembered that day we got wasted with Remus in our room and you would lay down on me like you do, look at me with your eyes and I would just fall in love all over again with you- every time. That day and the day you looked at me in your black skirt and white shirt underneath the blazer. And another day when you would just lay your head on my shoulder and I would tell you to sod off but when you did it, it was the best thing.” you laughed a bit because you knew it was true. You liked to flirt with all the boys in the friend group but it was always innocent, except with Sirius because he was the one that was always single and the two of you would always mess around. You knew the two of you liked each other but it never felt right at the time. 

“You fancied me.” you gooed at him and he smiled. 

“I still do.” he brought your hands closer to his chest. “Back then it really felt like a casual fancy but the dementor left and I could find myself on the ground smiling at the memory of you- then it hit me. I need to know what happened to you and there was nobody there to tell me what- so I stayed hopeful that please, not you. And it was a horrible thought to have but I prayed and I wished that if I ever get out of here, you would still be alive.”

“And I am.” you smiled. 

“You are. It was one of the first things I checked before I ran for Harry.” he laughed, thinking back. “You were out with a friend and laughing so much with her- and she was quite funny.”

“You stalker.” you fooled around and he laughed. 

“I was for a bit but I couldn’t face you back then... and I couldn’t face cold again because I spend 12 years in that tempeture, shivering and surviving- felt as if it was the second version of Hell nobody mentioned before... and every winter since I just... I can’t face it.” 

You watched his head fall back down and you knew you had to understand him... but you also understood fear and fear was not real. 

“You’re not there anymore.” you said. “You’re here and if you continue to think that this cold is the same cold as it was in Azkaban, then you are still stuck there.” you continued as he watched. “And I’m here... not Dementors or any other prisoner- me.” it was your turn to place your palms underneath hsi jaw and scrunch your nose. “And my torture is different. I can bring you out and shove your face into the snow just like I did every time.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, James shoved your face into the snow.”

“That’s debatable. It has been a long time, your memory must be foggy.”

“I think I can remember (y/n) the Snowman.”

“Turning mean now, aren’t we?” 

He only laughed. 

“And you know what... if you get cold I’ll be right there to bring you back into your warm home.” 

He smiled, seeing so much of you in this entire moment that the two of you shared and it clicked, just like it clicked all these years before... “I think you are my warm home.”

[lyranova]

Heyyy! Could you write a yami x reader where his s/o is aware of Charlotte's crush on him and she feels self conscious and competitive (kinda like vanessa) but yami is totally oblivious as usual and thinks smthg is weird

Hiya anon! Of course I can, and I apologize that this is a bit short but I still hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 777

Warning: None

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Yami watched as the young woman trained in front of the Black Bulls hideout. She had been training for hours on end, and when she wasn’t training it was like she was showing off her other skills. She challenged Vanessa to a drinking contest, Magna and Luck to a sparring match, and even challenged Charmy to a cooking competition!

The strangest thing of all though, was the way she challenged Charlotte Roselei to all of those things as well. It was like she had been practicing with the Bulls just so she could challenge Charlotte.

“ Hey Finral,” Yami suddenly called out as he turned away from his girlfriend to look at the Spatial mage. “ What’s going on with her?”

“ Oh,” Finral said as he looked out the window as well. “ Well, to be honest, I think she’s feeling a little, erm, self-conscious.”

“ ‘Self-conscious’? About what?” Yami asked with a confused frown, he had never known her to be that way. Finral suddenly looked sheepish and scratched the back of his head.

“ I think…it has to do with Captain Roselei’s crush on you, Captain.” Finral said nervously and that only made Yami’s confusion grow.

“ The Prickly Princess has a crush on me?”

“ You didn’t know?!” Finral asked in surprise before nodding. “ Yeah that tracks to be honest.” He muttered under his breath and Yami glared at him.

“ What did you say, Hot Wheels?”

“ N-Nothing Captain Yami sir!” Finral said quickly and nervously before changing the subject. “ A-Anyway! I think that’s what has her acting this way, she’s feeling competitive and self-conscious with Captain Roselei.”

“ Well that’s stupid.” Yami muttered with a shake of his head. “ They’re two completely different people with different skill sets and personalities. So I don't know why she’s trying to compete when there’s no competition.”

“ Sir?” Finral asked with a confused frown before he watched Yami walk out of the hideout and go towards his girlfriend.

Yami watched as she shot another spell at the tree and whistled in an impressed fashion.

“ That was a good shot, but I don’t think the tree appreciated it.” Yami said as he watched the woman take a deep breath and put her grimoire away.

“ Yeah well the tree had it coming,” She joked as she walked over to her cantine and took a sip of water. “ What are you doing here? Didn’t you have a mission with Finral?”

“ I pushed it back a bit, Wheels is tired from taking the other brats to town earlier.” Yami explained with a shrug before he crossed his arms. “ Anyway, Finral told me why you’re training so hard, he said you’re trying to compete with Prickly Princess.”

“ That loud mouth,” The woman muttered as she glared at the Hideout before letting out a sigh. “ I’m not competing with her per se-.” She began but Yami cut her off.

“ Good, because there’s no competition between you two.” Yami said firmly, and the woman looked up at him as her heart sank. She knew what he was going to say, and so she closed her eyes and braced herself for his words.

“ Because you always come out on top in my opinion.”

The woman’s eyes shot open and looked up at him, he had a big grin on his face and he reached out to pat her head gently. She was very confused, in his opinion, she outranked Charlotte Roselei? How did that make any sense?

“ You both have different personalities and skill sets, and as much as I like Charlotte, I like you a lot more. You’re brilliant, kind, determined, you treat me as an equal and you’ve never talked down to me or judged me because I was a foreigner.” Yami said as he patted her head again. “ You push me to be a better man and Captain, and you always have my back when I need it most.”

“ So, stop comparing yourself to Charlotte and stop being so self-conscious. Because at the end of the day, I’m in love with you, got that?” He asked and he watched a smile appear on the woman’s face.

“ Yeah I got it,” The woman said with a nod. “ I’m sorry I’ve been acting…weird about it lately. I just let everything get to me.”

“ It’s not your fault, and I should be the one apologizing. Honestly I shoulda noticed it sooner and realized that it was because of Charlotte. I’ll talk to her about her crush when I see her tomorrow, so don’t worry.” Yami said firmly as he walked over and stood beside her. “ C’mon let’s go get something to eat.”

The woman nodded and the couple walked back up to the Hideout.

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Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a good day~!

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Could i request Love language hcs for heartslabyul? Thank you 😊 💓

Ace Trappola:

Give: Words of Affirmation.

He's such an honest person you know that if he's praising you, it's genuine. Ace is actually a far better listener than you give him credit for and he proves that he has some sort of emotional intelligence when he managed to pinpoint the things you were most self-conscious about; if it was something you were actively changing, he'd make it clear that he'd be by your side and that he knew you could make it through anything just because you're you.

Receive: Quality Time.

Ace really does want a partner he can just do fun things with. You don’t have to have everything in common, but he does want to be able to run off and do something at a moments notice. The nights where you go out with no destination in mind and end up with a new favorite eatery or shoe store or park to play around in are his absolute favorites, the kind of nights he’d be happy to look back on when you were both too old to do anything considered spontaneous anymore.

Cater Diamond:

Give: Physical Touch.

It’s pretty easy to him, though most of it is mimicry at first. He’s good at playing the doting boyfriend, brushing hair out of your face and having an arm draped around your shoulder when you’re in bigger groups of people (and he doesn’t want to get separated from you). When you do request that he only touch you in the way he wants to, he still plays with your hair, but he much prefers having your pinkys hooked or snuggling only when it’s the two of you.

Receive: Off camera Quality Time.

Cater likes being around you, and he wants you to like being around him whether there’s a camera there or not. He can’t quite get rid of the habit of taking pictures of everything but he does grow to learn that there’s magical moments that a picture can’t capture. Helping him live in the moment and maybe even indulge in moments that shouldn’t be on camera, like skinny dipping in a nearby lake with your hair getting all messed up and make-up dripping down your faces—might not be a good photo, but Cater can’t help but think you were as beautiful as ever.

Deuce Space:

Give: Acts of Service.

He’s a little better at being ordered around to do things rather than picking it up himself, but he’s not completely remiss when it comes to taking care of things around the house. You always did enjoy watching him work on machinery but that’s not all he’s good for—He actually finds some peace in cleaning the house if you’re out for the day doing something else, showing great pride when you come home to find the place sparkling.

Receive: Words of Affirmation.

It’s not something he can articulate well, and he’s certainly not good with words, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being reassured. He’s always wanted you to be honest with him about your relationship and if he needs to be doing more for you, so hearing compliment after compliment can have him soaring on cloud nine. He never knew words could have such a great effect on people but your praise has made it clear how you view him.  

Riddle Rosehearts:

Give: Words of Affirmation/Acts of Service.

Riddle wants you to be your best self. He wants to motivate you to achieve your dreams and he never wants you to stop learning, because life was about a constant stream of new information becoming pertinent to the world. You would continue learning and evolving outside of NRC and Riddle wanted to go along with you on that journey. Hearing him praise your intelligence or learning a new skill, or even having him learn a new skill alongside you, is something he does as he learned people are more motivated by praise than threats.

Receive: Quality Time.

He thinks it’s important for a couple to be around each other, and to not fight or snip at each other every moment. He enjoyed having conversations with you, hearing your opinions on this or that, or sharing new knowledge you had learned in your own life that he might never have discovered if it weren’t for you. It’s important to him that you communicate in a meaningful way and that you have activities you can enjoy together, like tea time.

Trey Clover:

Give: Gift-Giving.

He can be an Acts of Service type of lover too, he really just likes to use his hands and do things for you to display his love. He’s not bad with words but he feels like he can come across poorly, especially when he’s annoyed and needs that little moment to himself. But he’s always got you in mind, baking little snacks that he knows you like, making dinner on a night when it’s your turn, and he’s not above buying you a little treat that he knows you would appreciate. He just prefers going with the homemade method, so he might even learn how to sew or do some crafts.

Receive: Acts of Service.

He just likes when you go out of your way to help him out, it always makes him feel loved when he left something a mess to clean up the next day and when he’s down in the kitchen again he discovered you got to it first. Picking up chores when you know he’s got a lot of orders, helping him handle the finances, even offering a helping hand in the kitchen or acting as cashier in the bakery—he appreciated all of those things and expressed his gratitude at the end of every day.

[devildom-moss]

since your requests are open i will drop mine too~

can you do some headcanon/reaction from the side-dateables(aka diavolo,barbatos,solomon,simeon-luke) with mc who have burn marks over their arms/legs and avoids wearing revealing clothes and is self conscious about it? love your writings,have a nice day✨

Thank you for the request. I hope this will be what you were hoping for.

The Dateables (including Luke) reacting to an MC who hides their burn marks headcanon

Diavolo

The first time he sees the burn marks is after he buys you a slightly revealing outfit that an associate of his designed. He asked for it in your size because he thought you would look stunning. It didn’t occur to him that you might be avoiding revealing clothes for a reason.

Diavolo invited you to the castle to gift it to you and insisted that you try it on. It was impossible to say no to that sweet grin on his face. You tried to refuse, but he pleaded with you, offering to leave the room or turn around while you change. You agree. After all, it was just Diavolo there with you. Maybe showing one person wouldn’t be too scary?

At first, he’s delighted to see you in the new outfit. And then he sees them. He can’t hide the concern on his face. When you try to cover yourself up and look uncomfortable, the concern grows in Diavolo’s chest.

All of these questions rush into his mind. Where did you get those? And how? Do they still hurt? Why are you so insecure about them? It’s just a part of your body. Although, the more noticeable and severe the scars, the more he understands why you might be self-conscious. He asks about them immediately.

Sometimes, when you’re alone, he’ll ask you to expose the scars to him (rolling up your sleeves, changing into shorts, taking off a jacket or sweatshirt – innocent things like that). He just wants you to start to feel comfortable in your own body around him. As much as he would love for you to be able to not feel insecure about your burn marks around everyone, a selfish part of him would be content if you only showed him.

He will ask to kiss your marks once you seem more comfortable around him.

Barbatos

He asks you over to get your measurements for a custom outfit for Diavolo’s next party. Unfortunately, he failed to mention why he wanted you to visit the castle – asking only if you would mind coming over. So, you arrived in baggy clothes. There was no way he could get accurate measurements. Barbatos asks you to undress.

“What?”

“I apologize. I should have told you prior. It will only be for a few moments; do you mind? I’d like to get these measurements today, if possible.”

You warn him about the marks before you undress to stifle the shock. There are no extreme changes in his face. If you look closely, you might see his eyes widen briefly, but he crushes that shock with a slight smile. “Thank you, MC.”

He doesn’t want to make you feel self-conscious. He even ensures you that he will craft an outfit that only shows as much skin as you are comfortable with. Barbatos will meet you where you are with your comfort levels – never pushing you or prying information.

In fact, as much as Barbatos wants to ask about them, he won’t. He’ll take whatever information you provide him willingly, but he can’t bring himself to intrude on your past. He understands better than most wanting to keep you past to yourself.

If you tell him that someone caused any of your burns on purpose, you may have trouble finding that person ever again.

If you ever wear more revealing clothes around him and he sees the marks, he’ll simply smile at you.

Luke

Luke spots the burns on your arms after asking you to bake bread with him. You can’t exactly knead dough with long sleeves, and with all the dough you made, you can’t leave all the work to Luke.

He gasps loudly the second he notices. He immediately gets scared that someone hurt you. Even if they’re old scars, Luke is quick to believe a demon burned you.

Like Diavolo, Luke bombards you with questions. He just wants to figure out if you’re safe and understand what happened to his best friend. Unfortunately, his worry and love for you will make him distressed and frantic. He even gets close to tears.

If you can reassure him that it’s okay, he’ll start to calm down – especially if you both continue to knead the dough while you talk.

Once you take a break, he asks if he could try to heal you. Luke isn’t able to remove any scarring, but he can temporarily take away any pain the burn marks may cause.

He intuitively understands that you’re self-conscious about it. Although he’s slightly disappointed that he can’t take away the physical marks for you, he tells you that it’s okay because it’s just a part of your body now. He also tells you that you look kind of cool.

Luke clings to you for the rest of the week after he sees them – he even holds your hand whenever you walk together or sit near each other like a lost child.

Simeon

He spots your scars entirely on accident when you were trying to (stubbornly) reach for a book on the top shelf of his library. You quickly covered yourself when the scars started to show, but it was too late. He doesn’t say anything after seeing them the first time, but he does start planning how he’s going to bring it up.

Simeon worries about the possibility of someone hurting you in the past – including yourself, but he doesn’t feel comfortable asking how you got burned. Even more so, he’s worried about what he might do if he found out someone hurt you without the time to brace himself.

Simeon waits until you two are alone – preferably in his room where no one can overhear the conversation – to finally tell you that he saw the burn marks.

It immediately clicked for him that the reason you were always covered up was because you were self-conscious. He wants to be somewhere private where you can feel comfortable, even if you don’t want him to see them ever again.

He’s surprisingly awkward about it. “So, the other day. . .I saw the burn marks. We don’t have to talk about it, but we can if you want to.”

He offers to rub lotion and creams onto your burn marks for you whenever you want. He just wants to take care of you, and he’s more than happy to get his hands all over you.

Solomon

Solomon first spots burn marks on your arms when you stretch after one of his very long magic lessons and your sleeves fell just enough to expose them.

He’s nonchalant about it. He’s seen a lot in the past few centuries, including scars and marks of all kinds. However, he’s quietly sad to see those marks on you, imagining that it must have been painful.

Before you can even cover up, he asks, “oh? Should I try to heal that for you?”

He figures if you want to tell him about it, you will. No questions are asked, but the way he stares into your eyes says enough: that he cares.

After all of Solomon’s experience, he correctly assumes that the reason you avoid showing your skin is because you’re self-conscious about it.

Solomon makes it his goal to convince you that the marks aren’t anything to be embarrassed about - but he still offers to teach you how to create a salve that might help fade the marks or ease any pain. He could make it himself, but he believes it might be therapeutic to give you the ability to help yourself. Plus he’s glad to pass on knowledge to his favorite apprentice.

He feels guilty about it, but he likes when you are comfortable enough to wear revealing clothes around him. It’s as if he’s witness to something intended for his eyes only.

(the demon brothers version)

[brigdh]

I was thinking more about how Stede doesn't really have an arc this season (see my previous criticism here), and I've decided that what I would have loved to see was Stede actively attempting to court Ed.

Now, we did get a little of this in the first few episodes: Stede's letters in 2x01 are great, I love his attempting to track Ed down via a crime-map in 2x02, and of course the "I'll never leave you. I'll never leave again" speech at the end of 2x03 is fantastic. But once Stede and Ed are both in the same location and conscious, there's really nothing. Stede just hangs around, waiting for Ed to figure himself out, or take the lead, or something, I don't know, but Stede's certainly doesn't take any action to progress their relationship himself. He's such a static character in the second half of S2.

But! Imagine instead the arc where Stede is actively trying to romance Ed! I don't need him to be good at it; it's probably a better character arc if he isn't, in fact. Maybe he comes on way too strong at first and this is why Ed asks him to slow down, until Ed can figure out what he's doing about his own guilt/violence/identity/daddy issues (maybe Ed can actually figure out something about his guilt/violence/identity/daddy issues). Maybe Stede's entire conception of romance comes from poetry and novels and it hits a hard skid when he tries it out in reality. Maybe there are cultural clashes between how pirates approach one another and how the landed upper class does it. The exact way Stede fails doesn't really matter, because the point is that Stede is trying something, and fucking it up, and trying again, and growing as he does so, learning more about what the relationship between him and Ed needs and who they are as people.

This also could have been a really interesting arc for Stede internally. Throw in a couple of flashbacks to Stede courting Mary, to make a parallel between how he acted then and how he's acting now with Ed. If it's beyond the budget to fly Claudia O'Doherty to New Zealand or she's busy or something, give Stede a random other lady or two he approached as a young man – ones who obviously refused to accept his hand. Excellent! Now there's even more weight to him getting it right this time with Ed, when he's never managed to get someone to like him before! Or give young Stede an intense friendship with another young man that went wrong, and back then he didn't understand, but now he can look back and be like, 'oh I guess that wasn't as platonic as I thought'. (Personally, this would be my favorite option, but I know Jenkins & co said they didn't want to write a coming-out story, so maybe they'd have been less interested in this one. Fine, but I want it! 🥳 ) I think you could do this without taking up a lot of screentime – I doubt all the scenes we got of Ed's childhood add up to five minutes in total, but we got plenty of information from those three glimpses.

It would also make sense for Stede to discuss the issue with the crew, which gives the show a chance to flesh out their role a little more, another thing the season could have used. If he asks Lucius, what Lucius responds and how he reacts could help to develop the Lucius/Pete relationship. Similarly, if Stede turned to Olu or Jim, we could have heard more about Jim/Archie or Olu/Zheng or any combination of the four. Or any of the crew! What kind of relationship advice does Frenchie give? Roach? This also could have intersected with Ed's redemption arc nicely: which are the crew are willing to put aside their anger at Ed to help Stede (and them doing so would give more credence to Izzy's speech about them being family and loving Ed at the end)? Who isn't willing, and tries to deliberately sabotage their relationship for revenge, and how do Stede and/or Ed react to that?

Overall, I think such an arc could have fit the show's themes of masculinity and toxicity really well. There's so much about dating and pick-up lines and romance that reflects on gender – there are expectations of who should be aggressive vs receptive, flowery vs crude, prudish vs too fast, gifts as a sign of love vs gifts as obligation... it's endless. Obviously the season wouldn't have time to explore all these angles, but I list them as a sign of how many directions they could have taken this topic in. Ultimately it all comes down to: Who does Stede want to be as a partner? And who does Ed want him to be? And that would be so strong as a direction to go in, even if we didn't get final answers to the questions! At least they would be asking them.

But instead we got a vision of a mermaid and never explored who Stede is in reality. :(

[gabbasposts]

]I’m not him…[

Lies of P: P x Fem!Reader

Warnings: !!SPOILERS!!Angst, no use of Y/n, arguments, P stands for pissed and the boy very much is 💀

(Gif not mine)

A/n: I’ve yet to write angst for Lies of P, so basically here’s a little angst from a P x Reader fanfic I’ve been working on.

For context, this takes place right after P collects Sofia’s Ergo, but Reader and P get into an argument because he has to remind her that he isn’t Carlo, and trying to “help” him remember being him when he simply is his vessel is wrong. (Again everyone has their own headcannons on the lore, personally for this fic, I wanted him to be his own individual and co-exist with Carlo who’s Spector lol)

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“C- I mean, P!” The moment the name slipped past her lips, she rushed to cover her mouth, but it was too late. His ears had already registered her words, and his expression told her that much…

His eyes stared at her with a look of hidden rage, as his body tensed. She could only stare as her heart began to race and the shift of his gears filled the sudden silence that had interrupted.

She adverted her gaze, her eyes scanning the ground as she stood there trying to mentally shift through the right responses that could hopefully help ease the tension of the situation and make him understand that she regretted it…

“You don’t understand me at all…” The stillness of his voice suddenly came through, and she lifted her gaze to his face. It still held a look of indifference and stoicism as he continued to stare at her with unblinking eyes, but even behind his mechanics she could sense the hurt and anger that bubbles just beneath his exterior…

He suddenly took a step forward. The action immediately making her take one back in response. She had never seen him angered before despite how he fought, but even then she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, and neither would he…

But he had to convince her to understand him. To listen to truly listen to him, because as much as he wanted the strong and intense emotions he felt for her to be love, he couldn’t deny the fact that she… hurt him to an extent.

Not physically of course, but her continuous implications and refusal to see he didn’t like being compared to Carlo, was taking a toll on him and not for the better…

“I’m not him. I’m not.” He spoke softly, and for the briefest of moments his face softened. But it wasn’t long before his eyebrows furrowed and he glared at her.

“I’m not him. I wish… I wish I could’ve remained clueless to the fact that every piece of me was constructed in his image… I even have his heart, yet I’m nothing like him.” There was an edge to his tone now, and every word stung and couldn’t help but to wrap her arms around herself in a effort to calm herself, as she also fought the urge to advert her gaze from him.

“Ever since Romeo’s message, you imprinted this idea in your head that I must have to remember something from when I was him, to be me again… to find myself when the truth of it all, is that I am a separate entity from him.” He spat out, feeling himself grow more angry but even in his rage, he didn’t want to hurt her. But a small part of him felt good seeing his words finally set in place in her mind.

She recoiled from his tone, turning her head from him in shame, but he didn’t let her. “Did you know Carlo or something? Tell me. My father or more so my creator, has already lied to me enough and now I have to face him. It feels like I’ve been surrounded by nothing but lies since I woke up at Krat station. I’ll have it no more… so tell me.” He hissed and she couldn’t help but to scoff in disbelief, her hurt evident in both her expression and words.

“You know I didn’t! P, I’m sorry, after we found out about the ergo, I-I… I assumed that his soul” she began start, but he cut her off from her explanation quickly.

“-His soul keeps me conscious, and who I am now, but I am not him. You know this.” He bit out, causing her lower her gaze. She felt her eyes brim with tears, and she hated herself for it…

Before this argument, she had wanted him to speak more, and to express himself more around her, but not like this… not in anger that she was the cause of more importantly.

“P… I-I’m sorry-“ she tried to apologize turning to face him, but he scoffed taking a step back.

“From now on, I’ll deal with Geppetto myself. Stay here, and help Antonia or anyone else.” He turned from her, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he made his way down the hall to the main entrance.

She stared at him as his back, watching as his now grey and silver like strands moved with him, as he almost rushed to get away from her…

[ellecdc]

Hello beautiful! I have a request that is kinda personal! Anyways o was wondering if you could whip something up about reader and (which ever marauder you think best fits) who kinda has big boobs(like f/h) and is kinda self conscious about it (plus her weight cuz she’s chubby) because they sag and not all cute and perky and such? I could just use the comfort of a marauder and your writing 💕 -thank you lovely

I feel like we must be twins or something; I too am a plus-sized H cup girlie 🙋🏻‍♀️ thanks so much for requesting dolly; we're in this together 💖

James Potter x plus size, busty fem!reader

CW: insecurities, body image issues, negative self-talk, mentions of sex but no smut

You could hear the panicky tone of your whine teetering towards hysterical, but you swallowed past the lump in your throat as you discarded another article of clothing. The top joined the growing number of other shirts, dresses, and pants littering the floor of your closet. You were disturbingly close to tears and knew if you turned around to see your sweet, handsome boyfriend who had the audacity to sit casually on your bed without a single care in the world, it’d push you over the edge.

Apparently, he did have at least one care in the world.

“You almost ready, lovie? We have to leave soon if we want to get to Marlene’s on time.” James asked from his place, laying back on your bed as he threw a small stress ball above him and caught it only to fling it upwards again and again. 

The worst part was how sweet he was about it; you’d never know from his gentle tone or word choice that he was basically accusing you of making the two of you late.

It would have been better if he’d been rude or snide, perhaps more overtly accusative – at least then you would have felt validated in how harsh your next words came out.

“I’m going as fast as I can, James.”

Though you didn’t turn away from your closet, you could tell he paused the ball throwing as he calculated your sudden mood change.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He started carefully, moving to a sitting position. “I just know how much you hate being late, is all. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Your next exhale came out a little shaky, but from your place in your closet, James couldn’t pick up on it. 

“I know. I’m trying.” You said, working overtime to keep your voice even. He must have picked up on some of the tension anyways, as he rose from his place and came to stand behind you, hands moving to your shoulders instinctively. Unfortunately, with your current mindset – your shoulders immediately flew to your ears, effectively shaking him off of your body.

“Maybe you should go without me.” You admitted quietly. Suddenly, the idea of putting on anything except one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of sweats felt like nothing short of torture. 

“You don’t want to go?” He murmured just as quietly.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go – although, at this point your answer was leaning heavily towards hell no I don’t. 

You loved Marlene; you were excited to celebrate her birthday, you got her a wonderful present you know she’ll be ecstatic over, and you always had fun with the group when you could all manage to get together. And besides, getting the whole group together was happening less and less now that you were all adults, living separately and working various jobs. 

So no, it’s not that you didn’t want to go.

What you didn’t want was to look at yourself in even one more piece of clothing that was either too tight, too frumpy, too lowcut, or showed off too much skin.

Who even bought these clothes? Why do you own them?

If you asked your mother, she would simply say you were ‘well-endowed’, which roughly translated to ‘you inherited your grandmothers dreadfully large breasts, darling, I’m sorry.’

Some may wonder what defines ‘dreadfully large breasts’. In your case, it was an H cup. 

Well-endowed could be used to describe one of those busty models in lingerie ads, not you.

Yours were large, and long, and marked with stretchmarks and not perky in the slightest. Nothing a good bra couldn’t fix though, right?

Wrong.

Bras that were big enough for breasts like yours were not at all cute. You had to special order them in most cases, and they were always beige or pink and they never did offer you as much lift you as much as you’d like.

If your boobs were the only part of your body causing you grief, you’d probably relent. But skinny girls don’t often have boobs this big, and it wasn’t just your tops that were bothering you.

Every pair of jeans and trousers you pulled over your hips felt too snug, too restrictive. You felt as if one wrong move and you’d pop right out of them like one of those Pillsbury biscuit containers.

James interrupted your mournful musings with a gentle “love?” and brushed the side of your wrist with his finger, clearly hesitant to touch you after you’d shaken him off earlier.

“I can’t find anything to wear.” You admitted.

James looked around at the clothing surrounding you before his bemused face turned back to yours. “What do you mean, love? It seems you’ve found a lot to wear.”

You rolled your eyes and felt the first tear fall. “James...” But he was already in problem solving mode.

“What about this?” He asked as he picked up a tank top you had discarded because the cut was too low, and the straps were too thin.

“I don’t have the right kind of bra for that.”

He looked between your bra covered form and the shirt, clearly not understanding what that meant but not willing to argue about it. 

“Okay...” He said as he dropped the offending shirt back onto the floor. “What about this?”

You didn’t even bother looking at the shirt he was holding. “If it’s on the floor, it’s a no.”

“But why is it a no?”

You looked over to see the button up shirt he was holding. “Because it makes me look...” fat, was going to be the negative ending of your sentence, but James’ face turned hard as he cut you off.

“Beautiful?”

You scoffed. “Sure James, I decided against the shirt because it made me look beautiful.”

“Okay.” James said far more sternly than you believe you’ve ever seen him. You turned and grabbed a t-shirt, so you at least weren’t being scolded by your boyfriend half-naked.

“Am I attractive?”

You reared your head back at his question – not at all where you thought this conversation was headed. “Uhm, yes? Yeah...of course.”

“I’ll forgive the hesitation on account of you being upset.” He said severely which caused you to snort a laugh as you wiped tears away from your eyes.

“Is Sirius attractive?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you could tell by James’ eyes moving towards your nose that you were scrunching it up in confusion.

“This feels like a trick.”

“You can answer the question honestly.”

“Okay...yes, Sirius is attractive.”

“Okay. And Mary? Is she attractive?”

“Yes.”

James nodded curtly. “And would you say that the three of us have good taste?”

“Wha-”

“Just answer the question.”

“Sure, you guys have good taste, but I don’t see-”

“You want to know what the three of us have in common?”

You sighed and nodded, knowing he was going to tell you regardless. 

“We have nothing physically in common – yet you find all three of us attractive. Alternatively, all three of us have had a crush on you.”

You scoffed. “Shut up, James.”

“I’m not joking.” He said, and you noticed he was almost just as stern as he was when this conversation began. “Sirius said he’d never do anything about it – bro code and all...also he’s like, happy with Moony now or whatever. But Mary had no such qualms; she told me that if things don’t work out between the two of us that she’s throwing her hat in the ring. I made her promise not to tell you - in case you left me for her - but I figured this was a good moment to share.” 

You barked a surprise laugh that seemed to ease some of the tension from James’ frame.

“Now, I don’t like the way you were just talking about my girlfriend.” He said gently, opening his arms as an invitation; an invitation you quickly accepted as you moved into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his chest.

“You should be.” He murmured into the hair on your head. 

“I just hate my body sometimes.” You admitted quietly. He never faltered in his gentle strokes of your back but hummed in acknowledgement. 

“Well, I love it all of the time, so.” 

“I don’t see how.” You whined as you pulled back. “My boobs are saggy, my tummy juts out, I’m soft everywhere, I’m covered in stretchmarks.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re just listing some of my favourite things, sweets. Your boobs?” He said as he moved his firm grip to your clothed breasts. “Look at that! Can’t even fit them in one hand.” He murmured, eyes glazing as he took in the view of your boob pooling around his large hand. “If I want to give your tits the attention they deserve, I need to use both hands! And your tummy...”

He moved his hands down your abdomen, albeit with more consideration than he’d shown your breasts. “I have to admit, this is my favourite spot to lay my head when we’re watching movies, but what I love the most about your tummy?” He said with a low growl as he spun you around aggressively, pushing the front of his hard body up against the back of yours, grabbing roughly at your hips/stomach as he moved his lips to your ears. “Gives me something to hold onto when I’m pounding into you from behind, or better yet, as you ride the fuck out of me.” 

Your face was a furnace and you were sure James could feel the heat radiating from you as he spun you back to face him. 

“What else were you worried about? Stretchmarks?” He said as he pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, showcasing his demi-god body style. “I’ve got them too.” He stated simply as he pointed to marks lining his biceps and pecs, a few on his hips, and pulled his trousers down slightly so you could see them trailing towards his ass.

“I know you’ve seen all of these before too – you’re no stranger to my body.” He said with a salacious wink.

“James...” you moaned, not able to handle anymore sexual innuendos. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure you get the idea.” He relented as he replaced his shirt. “My point is, you’ll look lovely in anything you put on, but I’d prefer you wear something you’ll be comfortable in. I can have my girl suffering in her head all night.” 

You rested your forehead against his chest, willing away the tension headache that was forcing its way forward after all you just put yourself (and admittedly, James) through.

“What’s wrong with the shirt you’re wearing now?” He asked kindly.

You looked down at the old band-tee, it had a few holes in it and paint stains.

“It has holes in it and paint stains.” You deadpanned.

“Sirius always said to make dishevelled look intentional. Do you have a leather jacket?” He asked, turning toward your closet without waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, James was pulling a leather jacket around your shoulders, and grabbing a pair of heels.

“Now the stains and holes will look intentional. I think you look bad ass.” 

You weren’t as optimistic, but you turned to observe yourself in the mirror. Even if you didn’t see much of a difference, the sight of James looking at you like you hung the moon was enough to convince you to go for it. Either way, you’d be comfortable.

You’re not sure if James had mentioned anything, but both Sirius and Mary made sure to compliment you on your ‘punk rock look’ when you arrived to Marlene’s party 30 minutes late. 

[sadnightforus]

[2:20 PM] It’s 5:32 pm, or at least, the time that you last checked to be. You both are standing by the riverside, listening to music as you’re sharing an AirPod on each side of the ear. 

 If you’re asking yourself why you find yourself at this exact moment, it’s because you and him are the best of friends. But everybody and their families seem to be completely convinced that you and Hong Seunghan have something going on. 

 They’re not wrong for speculating about it. You are convinced that you both feel something for each other, but however, neither you or him are able to bring up the secret feelings for each other without ruining the good friendship you both shared. Worse, what if he doesn’t like you back and everything he has done for you was just coming from a place of genuine kindness that views you in nothing but in a friend way? 

“This song’s good.” He comments. You nod along because it’s your first time hearing it and the drums already catch your attention. 

 Truthfully, you’d argue that the song is better than just being good, no, it’s a masterpiece. The Melodies evoke a steady emotion, the one that makes you explode with happiness when you’re thinking about him. 

“Is it your first time hearing this song too?” He questions, seeing how quiet you are when you’re trying to observe something. 

“Yes. I like it.” You say, trying to avoid direct eye contact with him because you know that you’ll lose yourself to him if you dare losing yourself into the gigantic world that shines so brightly in his gaze. 

 You observe his beautiful face and you think about how odd it is that if you tell your younger self that you’ll grow up to like your male best friend, you’d laugh at yourself while also coaching on why falling for your best friend is not an ideal situation and would most likely cause heartbreak. But you’ve never been good with following the rules, all that you know is that you like to follow your heart. 

 Then you turn to look at the river, then at the bridge where lines of cars keep driving past the both of you. The soft rhythm of the wind blows discoordinate his hair just a bit and you almost lose your breathe at how magical he looks at this very moment as you both share an AirPod. 

“The static and the noise, 

You got my attention

You make me wanna….

Live like it’s the last moon rising

Scream just like no one’s there

Lose all of my defenses 

Hold you, touch you, love you like it’s 

A very last moment in time.” 

 You’re stunned. 

 What was that?

 You turn to look at him, eyes wide in confusion as his face mirrors yours, but his expression was more panicked and anxious if anything else. 

“Did you pick that song on purpose?” You question, find yourself troubled when confronted with such a situation. 

 Although you wish that it’s not just a pure coincidence that the song includes such lyrics, you still think it’s almost impossible that he’d reciprocate your affection and it’s not just a one sided longing coming from you. 

“Would it be a lie if I said no?” He speaks slowly, his eyes now hold so much hope and love behind it. 

 It clears all of your doubts from earlier, as how serious he needs your love, just as much as you need his. You proceed with the next question, not daring to speak as loud as you once were. 

“Do you mean what you said?” 

“Yes, I do.” He answers more clearly, remaining in eye contact. Which almost makes you more self conscious and you wonder how blind you had been to sweep off his sweet actions as just things that friends do. 

“For how long have you been feeling like that?” 

“It’s been 6 years now, I think.” 

 He likes you for that long?

 It’s unbelievable that he takes an interest in you as a person, romantically for a long time. You only stopped denying your feelings for him just 2 years ago and you spent years denying and self-rejecting from the growing feelings for him for how long, ever since you both became friends 8 years ago. But all those times that you were trying to stop yourself from looking at him in more than just a friendly way, he was pining after you?  

 Your head spins and you feel like you’re suddenly so dizzy. You’re about to cry and you want to ground yourself the high you’ve experienced. 

“You like me too, right? Please tell me that I’m not reading the signs wrong.” He whispers out so quietly, you almost didn’t catch it if not for the closeness you both share. 

“You’re not.” You shake your head in disagreement. He takes a big breath, you can sense he’s anxious as the next word escapes his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” And you look up as you’re smiling, letting the tears fall from happiness as you copy his words.

“I love you too, Seunghan.”

You let your tears slip as you bury your face into his chest. The music is long forgotten even though it’s still playing in your ear. 

 As the sun begins to set, the music still hums in both of you guys’ ears without both of you wanting to pause it. The beautiful scenery is there to cheer you onto the next step you’re taking with him.

 And in that moment, there is nothing that reflects his eyes or yours brighter than the love and affection that each of you burn yourself with for each other.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023

A/N: A very last moment in time by lindsay lohan inspired this. and omg it’s 954, I’m losing it fr

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