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pinkmirth · 9 months

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i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

⸻ STUFFED!

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?

CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him.

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly?

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking the week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl.

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot?

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you.

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright.

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning.

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jazzyoranges · 4 months

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hey. i really like the fic about shapeshitfing!reader x wednesday. i was wondering if u could do thing and reader being absolute besties and playful with each other which makes wednesday annoyed and sorta jealous.

Best friends

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Words: 1.4k

A/n: lowk shapeshifter!r is so fun to write, thanks for all the requests about her :) hopefully you like reading about her a lot because honestly i’m a little obsessed with this universe

Warnings(?): wednesday being wednesday, ooc wednesday, mentions of knives and blood

“Why are you adamant on annoying me.” Wednesday opens her door to you, whose rapidly knocking stops when the look on Wednesday’s face doesn’t give much room for explanation. But you love being defiant so you don’t really care

“Thing and I planned to go on a date today!”

The Addams looks behind her to see the appendage with the tiniest little crocheted messenger bag that was worn on his wrist like a bracelet. You can see Wednesday’s forehead wrinkle when Thing saunters over to your feet for you to put him on your shoulder, just as you’ve seen Wednesday do countless times before

“I asked Thing if he had any rings to wear and he said no, so naturally I’m going to treat him on a day out” The appendage taps excitedly on your shoulder, poking at your face to signal he wants to go

“And when did you plan this?”

“After we played tag, you wanna come with us?” You ask with a turn of your head

“Shopping isn’t my strongest suit. I’d only slow you two down.”

“We’ll be off doing hot girl things. I promise I’ll have him home before curfew, Miss Addams” You treat Wednesday like she’s a disapproving mother, when in reality she looks unfazed and honestly a little annoyed. You and Thing wave goodbye, leaving Wednesday with her own thoughts as her roommate is doing god knows what with her friends

Time alone could be good for Wednesday. She’s been around people far more than she preferred. With maybe an hour on her hands before someone interrupts her, Wednesday sits at her desk to write

Her fingers drum against her desk, a habit she picked up from Thing. The appendage you were taking out on a date. For gods sake, he was a hand! You asked a singular appendage out on a date. Not even a full human. A fucking hand. A hand that didn’t have a voice, yet you were still infatuated with him nonetheless

And maybe Wednesday is smart enough to recognize she’s feeling a little peeved over a hand. Maybe Wednesday is smart enough to know Thing does have a voice; a sassy one at that. Maybe Wednesday is coping with the fact you wanted to take Thing out more than someone you actively sought out and saw every day

And maybe you’re the reason why Wednesday had to buy a slightly bigger trash can for the more recent mistakes she’s been making during her writing time

You were a disease. You forced your way into everyone’s life, but somehow you always came out with more friends and acquaintances than you started with. It was annoying how unforgivably social you were.

Your dumb smile with your pearly white teeth. Wednesday’s tapping on her desk got a little faster

Your need to include everyone whether you knew them or not. It was why you were on a date with Thing in the first place

Your everlasting hunger to be around someone. Wednesday knew you didn’t like to be alone

Your voice that Wednesday knew so well.

…

Fuck.

“Hey, Wens!” Enid makes her presence known with a sing-song tone while placing her jacket on the coat hanger near the door

“Where’s Thing? It’s quiet in here” The blonde immediately notices

“He’s on a date,” There’s a small pause after Wednesday talks “with (Y/n).”

“(Y/n) took Thing on a date?”

“Correct.”

“How’s your writing going?” Enid peers over Wednesday’s shoulder to look at her once again, full trash can. Enid notices that happens a lot when you’re on Wednesday’s mind for some reason. The Addams glares at Enid when she makes another mistake, crumbling up the piece of paper while maintaining eye contact with her roommate

“Great.”

A beat of silence.

“…did you seriously get cucked by a hand?”

“Repeat such degenerate nonsense and I’ll be forced to make sure you never will.”

“I dunno, you’re looking a little jealous over there” Wednesday doesn’t have to turn around to hear the wolfish grin in Enid’s voice

“The urge to push a knife through your skull is an insatiable hunger that cannot be fed by anything that isn’t your blood.”

//-//

“Do you like this one? See look, the dragon is the ring!” You place the ring on Thing’s middle finger. The appendage shows his approval with another few taps

“Yes, it makes you look tough. You want another one?” He nods. Well, at least makes it look like he’s nodding. You grab a silver ring from the display, putting it on his thumb

“Will Enid like the rings?” Thing signs

“Everyone will love them, especially Enid. You running out on lotion?”

“Nope! How can I repay you?”

You pretend to think for a second

“If you delete Enid’s blackmail on me off of all her devices I’ll take you out again, free of charge” The employee at the front is probably wondering why your back is turned to her while you’re whispering into your hands

Thing holds a thumbs-up and you take the two rings off his fingers and put them on the check out counter along with a few other little trinkets you liked and stuff for your friends

A pink and white bracelet with charms you knew Enid would find cute, scale earrings that twinkled in the sun that Bianca would look stunning in, a bee pin that was too perfect for Eugene, and a black snake that curled into itself as ring for Wednesday

You only assumed Thing gave you a blank stare when the cashier said your price was a bit more than a hundred fifty dollars. Your mom would definitely chastise you for your spending issues, but that was a problem for another day. Your current problem was that you had to get Thing home by curfew like you promised

//-//

Thing might not want to take up your invitation on another date anytime soon.

Currently you’re turned into a bird with the appendage hanging on for dear life on your back as you carry the bag of items you bought in your beak. Thing pleaded you just run on the ground like any normal animal, but you promised you’d get him home by curfew. Running would’ve taken too long and your ass would get tired

So instead, you went for the skies without Thing’s approval

He might hate you now, honestly. In your defense, it was too late when he told you he had a fear of falling when you were above tree height

You asked if he wanted to sit in the bill of a pelican instead and you felt him pluck one of your feathers. Lucky for you both, Wednesday and Enid’s room wasn’t too far away

When you land on the balcony of their dorm, Thing hops off your back and apologizes for your now lost feather. You also apologize for not planning correctly and having him on your back with little to no safety

Enid looks a little confused when Thing starts to hug the bird that landed on her balcony, but she eventually figures out it’s you. The blonde looks away for a second and you’re already a cat desperately knocking against their circle window to be let in

You walk in like you own the place, and Wednesday checks the clock if you actually got Thing home by curfew

“With minutes left to spare, too.” Wednesday says. You smile proudly

You jump up onto Enid’s bed, bag still in mouth. You push it over so it’s parallel to the bed, digging your head in until you find what you need. The pink and white bracelet with charms you got from Jericho. Enid makes sure to ruffle your fur so much it starts to stick out until she pats it down. Thing makes sure to tell Enid all about his day

Grabbing your bag, you make your way towards Wednesday, who’s reading a book with a dark cover on her bed

You look through the bag again, but this time with the aforementioned snake ring in your mouth. You keep your tongue away from the ring as much as possible to stop you from getting your saliva on it

Of course you thought about your friends while on a date.

Wednesday reaches out her hand, taking the ring from your mouth. She places it on her left ring finger and it seems to be a snug fit. There’s a wordless thank you in Wednesday’s eyes when she uses the same hand to scratch under your chin, making you purr

The happy expression on your face and the way you lean into her touch makes Wednesday’s heart melt the tiniest bit.

You crawl into Wednesday’s lap as she reads her book. Every now and again you can feel the now cold ring against your skin, sending shivers down your spine

You end up spending the night with Wednesday’s lips against the back of your ear and her hand on your stomach. It wasn’t your fault you were a cuddly cat.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x you #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #thing addams

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stevieschrodinger · 6 months

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Part One.

Part Three

Part Two

"So this is knitting?"

Eddie watches as Steve carefully threads the loom back and forth, back and forth, "yeah."

"I thought knitting was like, with needles?"

"It can be...but I'm no good at it," Eddie admits shyly, suspects he's probably blushing. Again. "Could never hold the tension, it just got tighter and tighter until it was like chainmail. So I tried sewing, shit at that too. Well, I can do patches and stuff on my jacket, by hand, but proper sewing with a machine, to make a blanket? Carnage man, blood everywhere." Steve snorts a laugh, but doesn't look up from what he's doing, "so I tried crochet, pretty sure I had carple tunnel in like, ten minutes flat. Was ready to quit but then...I found these things. And I'm sort of okay at it."

"Well, you're managing to teach me, so you must be more than just okay."

Eddie does blush then, glad Steve isn't looking up from his work. It's sweet, watching the Alpha figure out this most Omega of tasks. Eddie has no idea how this happened, but it's his third time at Steve's.

Never turn down a free meal is so ingrained in Eddie he was agreeing before he even really realised what he was agreeing too.

And it isn't until later that very evening, when Steve quietly says, "hey, can I show you something, before you go?" That Eddie understands. Because he's standing in the doorway to a nesting room. Of course the Harrington house has a nesting room, it's big enough and fancy enough for a pool for god's sake.

Eddie stands and stares into the little windowless room, lit softly by covered lights, and examines the dip in the middle. The soft curve in the floor where Steve has very carefully constructed a nest.

Eddie's never been offered this before, never had an Alpha come even close to something like this. The whole room smells of Steve. Some of the nest is clearly Steve's bedding.

He's done a good job; Eddie's Omega preens and Eddie has to breathe sharply through his mouth to deliberately squash the purr that wants to escape his chest.

He knows now, why he's here; Steve wants his heat. Probably not the first heat Steve Harrington has offered to share with someone, Eddie has no illusions about what this is.

But this might be his chance. He's already forming a plan. It's shitty and underhand but it'll get him the pup he wants so badly. Eddie doesn't look at that nest and see his own survival, he doesn't see salvation. He sees a pup cradled in his arms.

Steve never needs to know, even. Eddie knows Steve's interest in him will evaporate once Eddie's heat is done. Once Eddie has what he wants so badly.

Eddie says, "yes."

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie because he's so pretty #omega eddie munson #fic wip #ficlet #ao3 author #ao3 writer

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radioisntdead · 25 days

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(To maybe save our hearts from the angst, how about a cuter idea? could be any gender really and be seen as platonic or not just very vague fluffy fun)

A reader who is similar age to Susan and is the opposite type of old person, a gentle Grandparent who has old person candies at all times. Most importantly however is the only one who can calm Susan's feral chihuahua energy, only when they need to of course.

They play cribbage on weekends, and definitely both chat about the youngins- maybe playfully feud on which is better Knit or Crochet

Good evening my dear! This is a little shorter then I wanted but I did write it in a hair salon, where at the time of posting I'm still in.

Bitter and sweet

Warnings!!!

Cannibalism, Reader is GN but gives off old lady grandma vibes, this is written in little drabbles mainly because I wrote them in an hair salon

Susan had a neighbor, she lived to the left of her house, while Susan's house was more stale and strict appearing her neighbor's was more soft colors, with gnomes outside and a lovely garden filled with all types of hell's flora,

You'd think the two would be at odds but they got along well, going out for tea each day, on weekends they'd go to bingo or play a game of cribbage, although they did get into tiffs about what was better between crochet and knitting, like how crochet is easier for some to pick up with the sole hook, or how knitting uses less yarn then crochet, They were dear friends, and this is some tidbits with them.

You and Susan had opposing aesthetics but that didn't stop the two of you from matching outfits in some way or another, she wore her usual pinkish dress? You were two feet away from her in more brighter attire.

"Kids these days are getting more and more foolish each day, fucking crying in the middle of the streets!"

Susan said, sat on a bench looking across the street at some poor cannibal gal sobbing as her dearest assumingly ended things

When you didn't respond she looked over at you only to see that you were gone,

"Where the hell- [Name]!"

You had dashed over to the gal, swatting at her former lover with your handfan, scolding him for breaking things off in the middle of the streets inside of somewhere private or inside a restaurant as the girl sobbed into your arms,

"Shh, it's alright you deserve better, someone with manners!"

You said patting her back, glaring at the unmannered former lover while Susan groaned from her seat, you just had to butt into other people's business didn't you!

Like she didn't do the same at times.

......

"You uncultured, red-40 looking, bad dental hygiene, modern technology radio man!"

Susan raised her cane to the Radio Deer man, you had just entered Rosie's Emporium for a snack,

"Susan! No! That is terribly rude!"

You shouted dashing over quickly before Susan could do anything, pushing down her cane, while apologizing,

"My apologies! I'll escort her out, here buy yourself something tasty"

You said taking the radio demons hand and placing some money and a few pieces of candy into it before linking an arm with Susan and taking her outside while scolding her as she grumbled, leaving the Radio demon lowkey stunned and missing his mother.

You were how he imagined she would've been if she lived to be elderly.

.....

"For fuck's sake! Why are you in my house?"

Susan shouted as she walked into her kitchen only to see you adorned in an old lady apron chopping away at some vegetables while some type of meat simmered on the stove,

"Making us lunch obviously! I have news about that lovely gal we met on the street a few months ago! She's going steady with my nephew, the one with the good job not the one that's married, and I must tell you what her scandalous ex lover had to say-"

You rambled on, mixing up slang from different decades Susan could care less about the gal who was sobbing on the streets but you seemed to hellbent on telling her about the 'tea' as you called it.

.....

"Susie, let's listen to what the princess has to say before booing her off the stage, this is why she called you an old bitch''

You said linking an arm with Susan before shouting over at Charlie as Rosie pulled her aside,

"My apologies!"

You chased down Charlie at a later date to give her some candies for her troubles with Susan,

You paid visits to the hotel after that, bringing treats for the residents.

....

"Knitting is superior, it uses less yarn then your hook, knitting takes far more skill and that little crochet thing seems easier.''

Susan said knitting a scarf as you sat across from her, crocheting a net.

"Susie, you are my dearest friend and I love you, But I can and will surplex you into a wall if you say that again."

Hearing that while you wore the sweetest smile would strike fear into the average sinner.

......

"Are we thinking barbecue? Grilled? Perhaps baked? Oo I recently picked up some new seasonings we could try!"

You shouted over to Susan as you threw a net at an exorcist pulling them down and stabbing them with an angelic weapon before discarding them to the side to harvest their wings later,

"I don't give a donkeys ass as long as they taste good!"

.....

"Susie?"

"Hm?"

"I'm dying again."

"Don't be dramatic!''

She smacked you gently on the head with her cane as you broke out in laughter, angel wing in your hand and gold around your mouth.

Good evening folks! I am actively dangling Susan around like a keychain, I should invest in a Susan keychain, are Susan keychains a thing???

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #susan & reader #hazbin hotel susan #hazbin susan #hazbin hotel

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kibblbread · 21 days

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Fuckity Fuck. This’ll be a long one girlies!

AK!Jason & Pizza gorl have an unconventional romantic relationship! I headcanon JT as disabled since he realistically should be. He’s canonically able bodied & can most definitely still kick some serious ass, but mentally, he’s absolutely spent. Suspension of disbelief for the sake of this being based on a literal video-game BUT also I want to world build in my little delulu arkham verse!

As always credit to my favorite fic writer @morverenmaybewrites because she made the pizza gorl fic 🤭🍕

Please read! If you have read it, reread it!

SLEEPING 😴💤

In my world these two basically obsessed with each other but PG is extremely accommodating to JT’s mental & physical traumas. She strongly encourages him to do what’s comfortable for him in their home, as she wants it to be a safe space for them both. Jason does his very best to accommodate PG as well as he possibly can to return the favor.

J prefers to sleep alone most nights.

He sleeps on the pullout couch a lot of the time don’t worry he’s not cramped because of his nightmares and general anxiety/paranoia. Despite it though, he still desires the presence of you constantly, it brings him an immense amount of comfort. The doors in the apartment normally stay open. Even during showers. He can hear you sketching, typing, reading, or even occasionally snoring depending on how quiet the night is. It’s the perfect white noise in his opinion! The gentle presence of a loved one goes a long way for JT, he doesn’t feel alone nor watched or out of place. It’s the epitome of a happy medium for him.

When you two are actually sleeping together, it’s usually really cold out. The bed is extra toasty with your XL heating pad and fluffy duvet. JT makes a habit of burying himself underneath the comforter and tucking himself into your embrace, he sleeps the heaviest on these nights. He rarely overheats. Typically these are dreamless nights for him. During the peak of Gothams harsh winter, Jason is the most consistent with sleeping in bed with the exception of a couple random nights he gets horrible night terrors. He just can’t get enough of the encompassing warmth 🤭 Not to mention it’s much harder for his mind to construct nightmares when all he’s thinking about is getting warm.

PG obviously prefers to sleep with her significant other most nights but makes it a point to respect his boundaries. As much as she wants Jason to be guilt free when sleeping alone, he still feels no better than a bag of shit when leaving her to her own devices nearly every night after all this time together; especially during holidays like valentines or something similar. To combat this they’ll usually do an activity together before sleeping—like reading aloud to one another or crocheting or even a coloring book.

COOKING/CLEANING 🫧🧽🧼

PG loves to eat but couldn’t be more indifferent to cooking, it’s not a hobby or particularly fun experience for her. She does it simply because Jason doesn’t like to mix things up when he cooks. Not because he doesn’t want to either, he’s just good at a handful of dishes and hasn’t ventured beyond them. They’re both average but PG is marginally better since she cooks more.

Jason’s skin looks considerably better due to him eating more homemade food. He’s not nearly as greasy now.

JT having someone hounding him to hydrate and eat on routine gives him more energy… he’s lowkey shocked at how much more energy he actually has. PG is indefinitely annoyed at his antics but continues to nag JT to keep up with himself. He usually returns the favor by doing most of the chores, he seems to get some enjoyment from cleaning. It’s so easy for him to focus while simultaneously not actually think about anything. Head completely empty… only the sound of himself scrubbing away at grime.

Pure peace.

Sometimes when Jason runs out of things to clean it will lead to him stressing out unnecessarily. Unfortunately, it’s the only activity that helps alleviate stress at a rapid rate. The second best self soothing method is counting down from 10 thousand in increments 7 or something akin to that. But it doesn’t work nearly as well though..

As helpful PG finds this behavior, they’re both brainstorming better measures for calming him down.

HYGIENE 🪥

Pizza can’t really go more than 24 without a shower, she hates smelling like greasy fast food! She has a lot of scented products that help get rid of the stench pretty effectively. Jason only uses them when he needs to erase the scent of blood, otherwise he opts for the simple cleansers and shampoos.

PG loves to feel just as pretty as she smells so her hoard of hygienic products is never lacking. Jason is still genuinely curious how any girl could need so many oils, body butters, & moisturizers. It’s never ending. JT never comments or judges his significant other on her affinity for skincare. Something that makes PG so clearly happy makes him happier too. Not to mention, Jason also reaps some small benefits from her extensive collection; although he usually just uses what Pizza seems to ignore the most, some of his smaller scars have evened out and much of his hyperpigmentation has lessened. Jason himself hasn’t noticed this development in the slightest, but PG most definitely has.

He’s very bashful when you compliment him and most of the time, Jason doesn’t believe you.. sometimes though, he can’t help but let his heart flutter at the directness of your attraction.

Every once in awhile, Jason will roll up his sleeves and ask you rub cream on his forearms. As tense and anxious JT will become while being touched, he wants to heal. He wants Joker to stop haunting him. Freedom is all Jason has ever wanted since the asylum. Becoming whole again is his ultimate goal; so he’ll sit through the discomfort, the self hatred and disgust of his mangled body, to exist as he sees fit. Not by what Joker had planned for him. PG doesn’t always do it as long as he’d like if she feels he’s on the verge of panic or an episode, but occasionally, Jason can beat personal records.

JT gets loads of praise from his partner either way.

Anything to do with prolonged touch is done in complete darkness 🙃 what kind of touch is up to y’alls discretion lol

#blurb #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jt <3 #arkham knight #red hood #ak!jason #jason peter todd #my baby boy 🥹🥰#arkhamverse #pizza girl x jason todd #pizzagorl

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42wv · 6 months

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Blaidd Cosplay project I worked on during May 2022

Elden Ring was the hype, I wanted to be a good turtle. I originally wanted to get this cosplay ready by Otakuthon 2022, but I never did finish it. I do want to finish this cosplay one day!

Now let ramble about my progress on it! :readmore:

When it comes to video game cosplay, I take the easier route and rip models from the game, then modify them for cosplay. I 3D modelled a few Kamen Rider suits before and all that was a pain in general. For my sanity's sake, I plan to model as little as possible for future cosplays.

Lucky, the in-game model was well made, so I didn't have to make a lot of modifications. I had to separate some pieces, subdivide and give it some volume.

The head was given a lot of holes, so it would be lighter to wear. I had to separate the teeth and the gums because I will paint them individually.

I let my 3D printer work. Meanwhile....

Eyeballs! Molded with moldable plastic pellets. The iris part of the eye hollows inwards for a bit of that 3D look. The whole thing then got covered in 2-part epoxy to fill the cavity and make the eye shiny.

There's usually a few steps involved when it comes to painting. That is priming and then taking your time to paint something with the medium of your choice. Well, I skipped all that and decided to draw on the eye with sharpie and markers. Results were... satisfactory enough.

Time to work on the gummy teethies! I've been saving up for years on an airbrush set and I got really excited to try them for the first time.

FDM 3D prints don't come out perfect usually, so I brushed some XTC-3D (fancier 2-part epoxy) on them, and let it cure first.

With a bit of filler primer and airbrushing magic...

Teeth! Dentists in the Lands Between will make a KILLING if they ever move there.

Pretty happy with the process! I didn't bother to shade the gums because we won't see a lot of that anyway.

Did I ever tell you sewing is my least favorite part of cosplay? My specialty is more on props and armor. This image should've been flipped upside-down!

I tried to sew gloves using a free-to-use pattern I found on the internet (forgot where I got them). First one was too tight, second on was better, but still feel weird to wear. I will get these right one day!!

I bought some FUR! I shopped for a WHOLE hour at the fabric store for the right faux fur, and none of them felt like a match to Blaidd's fur. His fur was darker (than the fur in the picture, left side), with a hint of blue.

I tried to dye the fur a little bit to darken it, but not too much because I didn't want the white part of the fur to turn too dark. I used a dye for synthetic fibers. Right side of the image the the fur after soaking in hot dye solution for a few minutes (still wet)

Results? I there was only a subtle difference between then non-dyed and dyed furs! I either didn't let it bathe in the solution long enough, or I did not put enough dye in the solution.

ANYWAY I decided to just used the furs as is and airbrush the details at the end.

Now for the cloak? I was planning on tying some crochet threads together, then separate the ends with a fur brush, resulting in some fluffy ends the add on to the cape.

However, after re-examining Blaidd's cloak, I'm considering on scrapping this process because I feel like there's better materials to give out the look I want.

After assembling the mouth parts/eyes/nose, adding the lips with black moldable plastic and adding the hinge (to make the mouth movable), it's off to furring the head!

With the help of masking tape and sharpie, I went to pattern the fur. I then cut the appropriate shapes to sew.

I knew I had to cut the fabrics a bit bigger to make things fit and all, so I did that. My mistake? I realized after finishing the snout part, that I've cut the shapes TOO BIG! It did not fit the print!

So that's another thing I have to redo. Sewing is my passion (sarcasm).

This concludes part 1 of my Blaidd cosplay journal. Will there be a part 2? I don't know. It started snowing a few days ago and Winter is generally not a good time for cosplay-making. I'll have to see about this when Spring/Summer comes!

#cosplay #cosplay journal #okay well the readmore didnt work but got expand instead but ill just leave it there anyway

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dragoncookies · 10 months

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Roller coasters!

Here’s how I think some of the KOTLC characters (The teens) would react to going on a rollercoaster at amusement parks in some AU where they do that (like a scary rollercoasters with loops and big drops and stuff).

Sophie:

She would be less terrified than you’d think. She rides Silveny all the time so she used to that kind of thing and she’s also used to human machinery so she’d be nervous but have a good time regardless, though she has her limits. She’s perfectly okay with waiting behind while others go on some life destroying roller coaster. She loves the rides that are like those swings that spin around (you know?).

Keefe:

Daredevil extraordinaire. He’d be so down to do it but you’d hear him praying for his life once the ride actually starts. Like full on confessions but once the ride is going he’d be doing that happy yell thing you do on a roller coaster. He’d also be the most likely to loose a shoe or smt on the ride.

Biana:

She would love rollercoasters and I know it. She’s the type to be smiling and laughing and enjoying the sound of her friends screaming. When you go and see the pictures she looks so happy. She’s a rollercoaster enthusiast.

Fitz:

Scared shitless. He’d squeeze his eyes shut and scream for his life. As soon as the ride stops he’d be the type of person to just flop over his seatbelt or something dramatic. His photos at the end look goofy as hell and always cause the most laughs. He still is convinced by his friends to go on every ride somehow though.

Dex:

Personally Dex would be my favorite rollercoaster enjoyer. He’d be the type to sneak food or something on there so as you’re going up the hill you just watch him whip out a meal or a board game. He’d be the type to somehow be wearing sunnies in the photo because he’d just KNOW where the cameras are.

Maruca:

She’s lowkey the most enjoyable person to go on a rollercoaster with. She’d get butterflies and you could see her get nervous about it but in a way that makes you more excited and less worried. She’d be the type of person to look at a roller coaster and say “there’s no way I’m going on that” but go on it anyways. She’d also be the type to have her hands up the whole time. Also, in line, she’d sit down and start crocheting something. For real.

Tam:

It’s not for him :/.He wanted to go on one once to be with Linh and didn’t show any fear for the sake of others but when the ride was done he’d fainted! He may or may not throw up after riding rollercoasters. He still goes to amusement parks with friends because he carries all their stuff and looks great in a visor.

Linh:

So excited about rollercoasters. She’s kind of like Biana in that they make her laugh but she does not have an endless appetite for rollercoasters. She got a lil ambitious and went on four in a row and threw up (like Tam did) but she wasn’t fazed and went on another half an hour later. A true trooper. She likes watching the world do a lil spin on loop-de-loops (spelling?).

Wylie:

An ambitious rollercoaster consumer and tries to predict where the cameras are so he can make sure to have a comically stoich face. He likes to sit next to Dex so his poker face stands out more in photos. He’d definitely panic while up there but love the thrill! He wasn’t a natural rollercoaster daredevil but built up his stamina. He’d also be the one to help convince other people who don’t want to go on the rollercoaster to yolo and try it.

Marella:

Do I even have to write this? She’s literally out there risking her life to go on the most horrifying rollercoasters. Some rollercoasters even relax her. I’m scared of her. She LOVES spilling the HOTTEST TEA while waiting in line too.

Stina:

Super skeptical about the human technologies. Consistently doubting the whole time in line, but she’d have such a good time on a rollercoaster she’d have to admit they’re not so bad. She won’t go on ALL rollercoasters, she does decently well. She’d be the type of person to squeeze your hand or need to like hug someone while the rollercoaster is going. It’s not so bad ngl.

Thanks for reading all of it. Like seriously you made it to the bottom congrats.

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gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot · 2 months

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Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

#gaming #funny #relatable gaming thoughts #fable iii #fable3 #fable 3 #fable #text post

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Hi, I wanted to let you know that I had my eye on Mythic Ocean for years and was finally able to get it a few days ago (I've actually had it for a week at this point), have already played through it 3 times, and it's been a delight throughout.

(I'm actually vaguely considering crocheting myself an Amar plushie at some point, but that's still in the planning stages.)

I also wanted to ask a couple questions, if that's not a bother.

What are Elil's pronouns? I've caught the others' (and some for the npcs, though not all), but I don't recall Elil's coming up.

About how many endings are there in total? (I know in response to an earlier ask you said there are about 9 endings as far as achievements go, but I'm wondering what the number might be aside from that, or if it's a case of 'there are so many ways all these decisions and the timing can combine that you're looking at potentially thousands of results'.)

For the sake of my plushie-plotting: What color are Amar's eyes? While playing the game and nosing around online for screencaps I've seen some instances where their eyes look yellow and some where at least one looks like an electric green. (Also, are the 'whites' of their eyes actually black?)

Thank you for making this absolutely stunning game, and for anything you might share. n.n

Oh 3 times already- hopefully you've gotten a good little spread of endings. There are 9 "base/achievement" endings that multiply out into tons and tons of different scenarios. Will there be war, an enlightenment, resolution, that sort of stuff.

I'm gonna go ahead and put everyone's pronouns down:

Elil: they/them (slight leanings toward he/him) Amar: they/them Ketri: she/her Esti: he/him Lutra: they/them Alethea: she/her Gnosis: ?????*&^*$#*&%???!?!? (unknowable but if you find yourself needing to use pronouns then they/them)

Please do plushie plot. We have been looking for a manufacturer for ages but have not had good luck. Would love love love to see a crocheted Amar. They do have black sclera and gold irises. Here is a turn around for your reference.

#ask the dev #Mythic Ocean #indie game

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ryker-writes · 8 months

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Hey! Just wanted to say congrats on 1.2k(Such a big number!) And I wanted to do the match thing!

• My likes: I enjoy a good fantasy book, disney movies, fall/autumn weather, also lately I've been looking into fahsion a bit more, baggy and/or comfortable clothes(was this part necessary? idk🤷‍♀️) , and sweets!

• My dislikes: Rude people, Peas🤮, the gym, and romance/rom-com movies(I don't have much dislikes tbh)

• Hobbies: Drawing, writing, I've also been looking into crocheting lately!

• Physical or personality preferences: I don't have much of a preference on physical things, maybe someone taller than me, but if they're not that's perfectly ok! For personality I'd prefer someone with good humor and is also kind hearted. Someone who would listen to me ramble about my likes and hobbies and/or dislikes. They know how to have a good time and can cheer anyone up.

• My love languages: DEFINITELY words of affirmation (and physical touch some also, although idek how to react when someone hugs me lol)

I hope you have a splendid day!

Thank you so much! It is a big number and it's kind of intimidating but I'm so grateful for the support!

"Cloudy darling! Welcome in! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to your request. I had a few lined up before you but fear not! I'm here now with your matchup.

Congratulations! You're one of the rare people I feel would do well with Rook!"

I'm gonna be honest, I had a pretty strong feeling of Rook just after reading your likes and it only got stronger as I kept reading. It's hard to fully explain why, but I just think you two fit together well! :3

as someone who loves to find the beauty in all things, Rook absolutely loves you

he loves talking about stories with you and looking at aesthetics and fashion together

whenever he sees a particularly interesting outfit or anything he'll ask you what you think about it

he loves to hear your takes on things

but most of all, he thinks you're so beautiful and his favorite person to look at

Rook is someone who is very observant and will take great care to avoid your dislikes

there will be NO peas on your plate. Ever.

you have such creative hobbies and Rook finds that so beautiful

each of your hobbies create something new, something beautiful, something you and he loves it

the king of listening to you ramble

he will basically memorize everything you tell him and he loves that you can ramble to him, and he will ramble to you too

Rook is actually pretty good at cheering people up! He somehow is able to always find the right words that someone needs in that moment and has no problem telling them...although sometimes in a cryptic way

the king of words of affirmation

Rook could go on for literal days on how amazing you are and how much he loves you

please stop him for everyone else's sake

#ryker the matchmaker #twisted wonderland matchups

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gay-sin · 6 months

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crocheting yarn is praying to god

i have spent a good amount of my free time lately thinking about yarn. i won a bid on ebay and bought some white mohair from a seller in florida for a great price. today i spent a very long time trying to get to a yarn store in cambridge. i had a lot of transit complications and had to walk a long time in the rain. i got there with my jeans and belongings soaked. my phone is in rice at the moment. it was worth it though because the store was amazing. it had so many kinds of quality yarns. i went around feeling them all for what must have been an hour. i tried to intuit what worsted vs woolen yarn was. there are so many things i don't know about yarn. all of the plastic yarns were very cheap. some wool yarn was cheap but the cheap wool felt very scratchy. i wanted soft yarn. i got two balls of 100% merino wool in bubble gum and rococo pink. i think i will make leg warmers with them. i'm not sure yet. i spent a long time feeling the alpaca yarn. i let myself splurge and get a $20 skein of 100% alpaca yarn in a muted blue color. the tag said that the yarn was "non-mulesed" which i read as non-molested. turns out mulesing is "a painful procedure that involves cutting crescent-shaped flaps of skin from around a lamb's breech and tail using sharp shears designed specifically for this purpose." i looked up photos but i don't recommend that you do.

as an artist, there are always so many factors to consider when choosing materials. i have always preferred trash/found materials as they are the most affordable. there is so much that ends up in landfills so why not use these things to make art? i love the poetics of things that were thrown aside being given new life. i've always preferred thrifting clothing, yarn, fabric. but what i have realized with yarn, though, is that it is very hard to find quality yarn like that. most yarn is mixed with acrylic or polyester. before i took a class on fibers in the spring, i had no idea what my clothes were really made of. now i think about it a lot. i'm trying to train my senses to decipher these things. i had no idea that clothes could even be made out of plastic and now the thought that most clothes are made with plastic really disturbs me. if you can't tell if yarn is plastic, you can burn it and tell by the smell. i'm becoming a detective, trying to find the imposters in a world where the plastic version is so goddamn convincing. it makes me uneasy. it feels very metaphorical.

in my fiber arts class, we read chapters of books written by anni albers. she was an artist that co-founded the black mountain college. i want to go back and dive deeply into these things that i only had the time to skim in school. i wanted to reread this article we had to read of hers from class. it is called "tactile sensibilities" but i needed an institution login to read the whole thing. i hate academia.... i could access the first page though and it had the main points. i wanted to use them to discuss yarn. so here are a couple quotes...

"No wonder a faculty that is so largely unemployed in our daily plodding and bustling is degenerating. Our materials come to us already ground and chipped and crushed and powdered and mixed and sliced, so that only the finale in the long sequence of operations from matter to product is left to us: we merely toast the bread." "We touch things to assure ourselves of reality. We touch the objects of our love. We touch the things we form. Our tactile experiences are elemental. If we reduce their range, as we do when we reduce the necessity to form things ourselves, we grow lopsided."

i spent a long time wanting to make pointless art, just art for the sake of art. i still do sometimes but i have been very invested in fiber arts. they are the opposite of pointless art. it is so practical, ancient, useful. i have found a deep love for it that grounds me in ways i didn't even know that i needed so badly. i think there are so many things about the way we live now in such an industrialized, hyper-individualist plastic world that we are completely unaware the harms of.

i am very interested in religion and ritual and i love how this intersects with fiber arts for me. crocheting feels like a prayer. it feels like healing. i don't really like to crochet with plastic because it feels like it cuts me off from the cycle of it all. yesterday i started my day by crocheting for a long time before work. it put me in a beautiful mood and i felt patient and at ease all day. i have been needing that. i've been in such a bad mood for awhile, so tense, always in a rush. the yarn was wool and it sorta looked like the yarn that i had spun when i tried to spin yarn. it was thicker in some spots than others, making it feel real. i could imagine someone spinning it. spinning is such a beautiful process and i respect it so much. i hated it because it was so hard. it requires so much balance. i love the look of a spinning wheel. it reminds me of fairytales. i guess that just shows how far we have come from doing these things with our hands.... but anyways, i could imagine the sheep that grew the wool, the person that sheared the sheep. the yarn was probably spun by a machine, not a person, but i like to imagine it was spun on a wheel by a person. then, i crochet with the yarn. my crocheting is not a work of individual artistic genius, but the finishing step in a long process of labor and art, across time, species, places on earth. i'm employing techniques used for such a long time before me by so many wise and beautiful human beings. techniques i didn't invent and that i am still a humble beginner at. i make things that i can feel, touch, use, give. they can be used to keep me or those i love warmer in the winter, to hold my things, to make me feel more like myself. then, the things i make with these fibers can be reused or reworked when i no longer use them. when they fall apart, they can be reabsorbed into the earth, maybe they will become soil that will grow grass, that will be eaten by a sheep that will grow wool... the process continues. i am a small participant. that is a prayer to me. that is god to me.

this is what we lose when we don't make things with our hands, when we don't know where things come from. these are the skills that are deemed frivolous and inessential, not fast enough to turn profit. i think that these things are legitimately essential to being a person. most of fiber arts is historically women's work, based in traditions of indigenous people. it is not taken seriously in this culture and it is a shame because i really think that this is having grave consequences on everyone's wellbeing.

i was talking to my roommate's dad about how he had a maid when he lived in africa. he paid her very little but he said that it was still more than the norm. he said she could go get an education and "better herself" to get more money like him. it was a long conversation and there are so many layers to that mentality that are fuckedddd. but i just really don't understand how people actually believe that doing busy work for a corporation on a computer all day does anything of importance or requires any real intelligence at all. how is that "bettering yourself"? to alienate yourself even from your own space, never even touching the things you live with except to use them and toss them wherever for someone else to clean up?? the countless skills that come with cleaning are baffling to me. i have so much respect for cleaners. i am always learning the importance of cleaning and trying to do it well. i am naturally terrible at it and am currently trying my best to be better. to me, an office job is the place most void of intelligence. it's not at all the sort of intelligence that really matters to being alive or understanding what that means. whatever.

anyways, i made a bunny hat last weekend and i haven't been able to stop wearing it. it makes me so happy. i am very content with the idea of it getting colder because i will stay inside and crochet things. i will get to wear silly hats. i have been wearing the hat to work and the kids love it. people on the streets smile at me more. lots of people compliment me on it. for some reason, it makes me feel more like myself. maybe i'm a little bit of a furry. i made it with acrylic yarn because i had bought some awhile ago but i still really like it. maybe i will make one out of mohair. i want one with bigger ears. i want a collection of animal/monster hatwear.

here is a photo of me in the bunny hat and a drawing that one of the kids drew of me in the hat. i let the little girl that drew the picture try on the hat. it was so big on her little head. she is 5 and i love her very much.

#fiber art #yarn crafts #crochet yarn #yarn #wool #alpaca yarn #anni albers #god

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Thess vs A CrapSack World

So basically the world is really, really fucked up right now. I can bullet-point a lot of it, or at least I can try.

GENOCIDE BAD, OKAY?

And across the pond from me... Not seeing nearly enough about the fact that "old white dude quietly trying to get shit done as leader of his country but also maintaining the status quo on genocide" is still better than "old orange-ish dude who will destroy your fucking country and exacerbate the genocide if you let him get in again"

Apparently standing up and shouting "GENOCIDE BAD" is enough to panic people in this country so hard that folks are spinning fantasies about some Israeli Deep State controlling all of us (yes, actual government officials are saying this shit, and not even really getting condemned for it - look up Lee Anderson sometime) and start hinting at new anti-protest legislation (as if we didn't have enough of that) because "mob rule is replacing democratic rule". Says the man who nobody voted for.

Everything is way too expensive. And is only getting more and more expensive as time goes on - especially here, since we're having the worst effects of Brexit hitting us in stages and we're just about at the worst of it now.

The wealthy are blaming us for not wanting to work too hard for too little money, and for not buying enough to keep industries running, and generally fucking over everybody to keep their profit margins going ever-upwards. I can almost see the upcoming destruction of the bubble, but apparently we're going to go into "dynamic pricing" first, to make us pay more even for essentials depending on some AI's idea of when they can fleece us the most. Basically I'm tired of being a money-stuffed pinata to be beaten on by our corporate overlords until cash comes out.

On a personal note, I just had to register for postal voting and have no the fuck idea who I should be voting for because for fuck's sake, they're all as bad as each other at that point. I could probably focus on my constituency, but this is such a safe Labour seat that it barely even matters. Still, I'm not going to hike up a fucking hill to exercise my democratic rights, even if I don't know if there's anyone I can actually in all good conscience vote for.

Further personal note: just about every fucking part of the government seems to hate trans people. They all seem to be making the statement about "I know what a man is and I know what a woman is and there is no confusion about that", with the underlying suggestion of "man = penis, woman = vulva", which ... dear gods. We've got people asking, "Were the two kids who murdered a trans pupil really evil?" like, "Yeah, they fucking killed somebody, but ... well, it was only one of those..."

Final personal note: I am still so fucking tired of being disabled. I want to go out to the yarn store in my area, because ... y'know, good yarn, learning to crochet, yadda. Plus some other errands - I need gluten-free pasta, which they ran out of for my big monthly grocery order, and some other stuff. But I'm having to plan this entire trip in the most strategic way you can imagine because ... well, pain. I am so tired of having pain.

So there's all of ... y'know. This. And sometimes I don't know how I don't just despair myself into the ground. Because I can't do anything about most of this. Hell, I can't do anything about any of this. It just sits there, being shitty.

However. I had a really helpful therapist once, after I had my really major breakdown, and she said that the whole thing where I was grabbing at anything that might have the remotest chance of making me even briefly happy was a good instinct, and I just had to learn to do it more consciously. So. As small and shallow as some of these things are, here are my things right now:

I have the most awesome friends.

On the subject of friends, I have D&D nights.

I have pretty decent parentals, all told.

I have a new-old book (an old favourite I haven't read in a long time, and picked up for my Kindle recently)

I have a week off work, so I can recover a bit from the ow.

I have the first game I've pre-ordered since Dredge, which will be available in just over two weeks.

I have a trip to the yarn store ... and the yarn store has a shop cat.

That'll do for the time being. It may not seem like much, but it's a good bulwark between me and despair. I remember enough about my really major breakdown to know I really need those.

#Thess vs the world in general

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FOR FUCK'S SAKE

I wanted to look for patterns with some specific attribute, aaaand... That's all I remember

Because I went to my Ravelry tab and I had search results that were open there, and it was a Very Colourful Crocheted Cardigan That I Really Wanna Make, and so I got distracted and opened the pattern to look at it longingly again

And then I put it aside, having completely forgotten I wanted to look for something

And then I suddenly remembered that I wanted to look for something. But idk what

I think yet more of sweaters/cardigans, and I remember that it doesn't matter if knit or crochet. Was it a specific texture? Construction? Vibe??? I just remembered being hit with the idea while browsing one of the craftsy tags I follow. But was it knitting or crocheting? I don't remember. I don't remember if that was a spontaneous or "inspired" idea, either

So I'm just.. kinda angry at my brain, ngl

Well, that's the pattern that distracted me, anyways

Bright.... Good..

#shut up kevin #craftsy talks #knitting #crocheting #real ADHD brain't moment here #any distraction is fatal #to anything I'm doing or thinking

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Southern Belle Kaminari

a/n: not proofread, I'll edit it soon <33

The night was young, and the music was loud. You always imagined your college years would be lonely and studious, in high school you didn’t care for parties or clubbing and fake id’s, so that wouldnt change in college, right? Well burnout is real and now you were about to graduate from your bachelors and all you wanted was to have fun. You werent focused on your future right now, its saturday night for christs sake, you just wanted to get wasted with your besties.

Mina, your ride or die, was on speaker while you picked out an outfit for the night, gossiping about the past couple days. Nothing was new, you guys talked everyday about other peoples dirt, but something about it was just wrong enough to be fun. “Wait so are you wearing your black boots or your brown ones?” you asked, not wanting to accidentally match, or match at all. Please, you guys aren’t 13 with matching shit from claires, yall are mature now- you match vibes and colors. “I’m wearin’ my black ones, they match my fringe jacket. Imma wear those with some like shorts and that one like blue crochet top- have I shown you that one?” she was rummaging through her closet as she spoke. “Oh yeah you wore it last week right? To the party at delta kappa?” “Yeah!! I thought it’d be cute tonight, what’re you wearing?” Her crackly voice asked. “If i can find it, that little yellow dress, the one with the beaded straps. I heard some of the guys from calc are coming! Like the guys that sit over by the window!” You giggle a bit. It’s stupid and theyre definitely no good, but what the hell. You guys are young, you can go fool around a little bit. “NO!! Are you serious? Like theyre coming to OUR brewery??” She shouted, now noticeably closer to her phone. Mina’s had a thing for a certain someone in that group since orientation. “Shit, you shouldve told me sooner, now i gotta find a better shirt- what do you think about my black crop top?” “You dont have a black crop top..?” “Its like a corset bra thingy” “So lingerie???” “Ok well whatever, its been like three years- i gotta make him see me tonight” “You go girl” you replied.

After both outfits were completed, y’all had a little facetime to double check how yall looked together and when everything was perfect, you both headed to meet up outside, then driving in mina’s car to the bar. Blasting Country girl by luke bryan and singing at the top of your lungs out the sunroof. You loved mina, she was your number one, the bestie of all besties. Being around her made you happy, you guys just clicked like sisters. Some people brag about their lifelong friendships or how many friends they have, but this was enough.

Pulling into the brewery’s parking lot, mina squealed at the boys big red f1-50 thats always parked outside their infamous frathouse. Fratboys are bad news nad theyre definitely gonna ruin you and break your heart, but you didn’t care right now. Living is about loving so hard, and hurting even harder so love becomes that much sweeter. So being 21 with your best friend, swooning over slutty frat boys from your calc class you were failing, you needed to keep that rush while it lasted. You basked in the adrenaline and got drunk off the giggling, knowing that in 5 years this will all be a fun story. Tldr: you love living life.

YOu guys loved this place, youve been dancing here for a good while now. They had line dancing every saturday and that was you two’s escape. You guys set aside bits of your paychecks to pitch in for drinks and snacks, it was a whole ordeal. Mina was already at the bar, trying to get wasted cus it was your week to drive home. You headed out to the floor, following the people already dancing. Through the spins and stomps, you looked for the infamous boys and then you see their hair. Most all of them had bright hair, mina was already eyeing the redhead with her drink nearly gone. To your surprise, he looked at her back, grinning like a devil. You might be driving home alone tonight, heres to hoping shes still on her birth control and that he has condoms. You grinned and kept dancing, getting lost in the music and the familiar steps, the skirt of your dress just long enough to cover everything when you twirl.

Its around 10 when mina stumbles over to you, clinging to kirishima and his long red hair. Her lipstick smeared and the redhead’s lips noticeably red, they were banging tonight, good for her! “Be careful hun, use a condom and call me if you need me keep me posted!!!” you shouted over the music to her as she left, his hand on her ass. Wow. after three years, she finally did it. Planning out tonight in your head as you left after that song. You can drive her car to the dorms then walk to yours- perfect. You headed to the bar to get a soda, seeing one of the guys lounging against the chairs. He wasnt really smart, like you hes just here for a good time. His bright yellow hair nearly hurt your eyes, but you walked towards him, changing your mind. He looked like sin, he looked like lust, his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to see his chest and his sleeves were rolled up. His arms were pretty and his hands were hot- fuck you wanted to take him home.

“Can i buy you somethin’ babe?” He smirked at you, you swear you felt something shock you like static. “What do you think i should have?” you responded, the music coming back in with electric guitars and harsh drums. It was getting hotter, you were sure of it. “Booze, i wanna take you home” he stood up straight and made sharp eye contact with you, “unless you wanna drive me home like youre driving me crazy.” you walked towards him as he pushed his hair back. “Fuck, i know youve seen yourself- you cant do that to a guy.. You cant tell how hot you are,” words were spewing from his mouth before he knew what they even meant. He was turned on, this is all hes waited for. You didnt remember, but he did, you guys had classes together freshman and sophomore year. Hes had a massive crush on you, just like mina had on kirishima, maybe tonight was just the night to fall in love.

You cant deny it, hes really cute and pretty hot- youve eyed him a couple times at parties, but he was always messing around with other girls. Kaminari is well known for his one night stands, and youre known for listening to rumors. Youve heard about him, now you wanted to see what hes really like.

#Bnha #MHA #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha self insert #mha self insert #bnha denki #denki kaminari #Denki #denki x y/n #denki x reader #mha kaminari #kaminari imagine #denki imagine #denki x you #x reader #self insert #bnha x y/n #mha x you

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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snakes & bets | part 5.

Summary: Social outcast suddenly makes friends? And those friends are Hogwarts’ most notorious pranksters? Despite being entirely suspicious, Y/N doesn’t question any motives. The world can’t possibly come crashing down around her…

Warnings: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first.

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Sirius Black x black!reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Because he was into you, the marauders tried for Sirius’ sake. They always made room in between them and Padfoot for you to sit down. You were actually kind of cool. They didn’t notice that the only reason they suddenly started liking you was because you were trying your hardest to fit in. You didn’t talk very much anymore.

Unless they asked you a question, you tried not to speak. When you did, it was about quidditch. You didn’t mention crochet, embroidery, or anything related to crafting. You didn’t speak about embarrassing things from your childhood. You never mentioned garden gnomes. If you weren’t wearing the Hogwarts’ uniform, you tried to mimic how all the other girls styled themselves. You even threw away your glasses. If you ever ran out of contacts, you would just squint until the refill showed up. If that’s what it took to keep friends then you would do it.

Even though he didn’t have to, Sirius formally invited you to Hogsmeade with them that weekend. You looked down when Sirius grabbed your hand. A few weeks ago, you would have smiled at the gesture alone. Now, you just saw price tags.

You had checked the list again when they were asleep. You had every task memorized. Holding your hand was worth one sickle. You half-expected Sirius to drop your hand immediately upon reaching Hogsmeade. When he didn’t, you found yourself smiling a bit.

The five of you took a booth at Three Broomsticks. You just stared into your butterbeer that Sirius bought while they talked about the next prank that they were planning. You pouted at your drink. Smiling because a fake friend held your hand for longer than expected was a bit pathetic. Peter kicked at Sirius’ foot and pointed to you.

“Bunny, you okay?” he asked.

You snapped out of the little world you were in. “I don’t feel very good today.”

Sirius immediately jumped up. “Why didn’t you say so? We didn’t have to come to Hogsmeade today.”

“You wanted to.” You shrugged. “My stomach just hurts, I’ll be fine.”

“You need tea not butterbeer.”

Sirius walked with you to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. He sat you down in what he deemed the most comfortable chair and paid for your tea. With a promise that they would try to make their shopping as quick as possible, Sirius told you to rest and left to go back to the boys. You knew they would ditch you as soon as they had the chance. You wondered if that was a separate game that you didn’t know about. Did people get points for coming up with creative ways to abandon you?

“Is she alright?” Remus asked when Sirius came back.

“She still seemed a little out of it. Let’s get the stuff quickly, I don’t want to leave her for too long… Lily! What do you like when you’re sick?”

The redhead thought for a minute. “Depends.”

“(Y/N)’s stomach hurts.”

“(Y/N)?” Dorcas asked from behind Lily.

“Padfoot’s in love with her,” Remus said, making Sirius turn to look at his friend.

“I’m not in love with her!”

“Sorry. Padfoot has a very minuscule crush on (Y/N) that has the potential to blossom into something like Prongs’ obsession with Lily.” Remus corrected himself. “Better?”

Dorcas, Lily, Mary, and Marlene laughed. Mary was the one who stopped first.

“Oh shit, are you serious?”

“That is in fact my name… yes, alright, I kind of like her.”

“I was wondering why your names haven’t appeared on the list in a while.”

Sirius scrunched his nose. “Yeah, we’re done with that. Hey, will you guys knock it off too? And maybe invite her to something? I think Bunny could use some girl friends.”

Marlene pressed her lips in a very amused smile. “Oh, he’s down bad, girls. Already has a nickname for her. Okay, we’ll stop.”

“And inviting her?” Sirius asked. “Please?”

The girls all looked at each other. Calling off the bet was easy, considering they didn’t exactly agree with certain tasks anyway and the methods some people went about doing them. But hanging out with you was another thing entirely. You were still the freak. Sirius liking you didn’t change that fact. He watched them debate it.

“I’ll give you all the money I won, I don’t want it anyway,” he said quickly. “Just one hangout, a sleepover or something?”

The girls agreed. They offered to check on you at Madam Puddifoot’s instead of Sirius going back and they would just invite you to hang out with them that night. The marauder nodded when they said that if you were too weird the sleepover would be a one time thing.

You looked up from your tea to see the girls in front of your little table. Like the other three marauders, they weren’t exactly sure what Sirius saw in you. You didn’t agree to the sleepover with as much enthusiasm as you might have in the past. Sleepover, four sickles. The marauders could’ve crossed that off after the first time they slept with you but it must have slipped their mind.

You walked a little bit behind the girls. You kept telling yourself to not be weird. All your words were measured. The girls seemed like they were having fun. You should have enjoyed it but it was hard when you were so focused on fitting in with them. Sirius complimented your nails at breakfast to which you only responded that Marlene did them. They weren’t your style but you hadn’t told Marlene that when she did them.

Behind your back, Sirius had checked with the other girls on how the night went. They liked you well enough to invite you to another sleepover. You were quiet, didn’t really get in their way. Having you around wasn’t too much of a burden on them. He thanked them for giving you a chance.

While he thought he was doing you a favor, Sirius wasn’t helping at all. Being around everyone became harder when you knew the truth. They were all working overtime to win. Every task, even the ones only worth knuts were being taken seriously. You counted everything. In one morning alone, four tasks were accomplished. You went back and forth between how you felt. Because once all the tasks were done, you knew that everyone would leave you.

That thought caused the most pain to suddenly go from being around everyone to alone once again. You would remember what having friends was like. It wouldn’t be the same as when you were alone in the past. Since you had most of your classes without the marauders or the girls, you thought that maybe you should start isolating yourself. It would be best to learn how to be alone again.

You took the first real step at dinner when you ate at your table. You weren’t next to your roommates but alone. You brought a school textbook so it would look like you were absorbed in your work.

“Pads, stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole through her textbook,” Remus said. “Let her work.”

“But she normally sits with us.”

“She probably didn’t want to be bothered. You three talk too much to get any work done around you.”

“You talk too, Moons.”

“Yeah but my grades are better. Leave Bunny alone, you’ll see her in Astronomy.”

You plopped down next to Sirius in Astronomy. Dinner was miserable. You didn’t realize how dependent you became on being in people’s company. You could be alone when it was just you but to be surrounded by people and alone was something you couldn’t handle anymore. It hurt to be alone and it hurt to be with fake friends. So, you chose the pain that came with company.

Sirius was very pleased with himself when you sat next to him without any prompting. The boys had made fun of him back in their dorm for busting out his leather jacket. He didn’t care, feeling satisfied as he draped the jacket over your shoulders so you wouldn’t be cold in the Astronomy Tower. Two sickles. Or maybe three. You weren’t sure if this counted as letting you borrow his clothes or pretending to romance you. One was worth a little more than the other. The list seemed very detailed and particular on what it considered to be a completed task.

You kept the jacket on during the whole lesson. Maybe they would like you more if you helped them win. Selfishly, Sirius was upset that you seemed to be wide awake. He was going to let you sleep on his shoulder. The opportunity never presented itself. Class ended and you handed him back his jacket before making your way to your own dorm.

You looked outside the windows before descending towards the dungeons. It was too cold to go outside anymore as snow landed on the grass. You just wanted to find your little gnomes. You wanted to give them new hats, do something that made you happy without fear of being judged.

The next morning, you pushed the gnomes out of your mind and tried again to eat alone. Sirius didn’t mind this time. He had something big planned and you sitting at a different table just added to his grandness.

“Are you sure about this, Padfoot?” James asked.

“Nope. But Lily said girls like big gestures.”

“Doesn’t get much bigger than this,” Peter muttered.

James pushed him. “Me asking out Lily after catching the snitch?”

“Ooh, you got one date, Prongs. Let it go, hasn’t even happened yet.”

Sirius looked at them. “Will you two shut up? I’m about to pour my heart out.”

They just gave him a gesture that suggested he should go ahead. The raven-haired boy took in a deep breath before standing up on the Gryffindor table. It was near impossible to miss his tall frame. The professors already had their eye rolls ready for whatever foolishness was about to happen today. Sirius cleared his throat until almost everyone was looking at him. It didn’t miss him that you weren’t paying him any mind.

“Everyone, I have a very shocking damn near blasphemous announcement!” He shook his head. “Here goes nothing. I… am in love.”

The professors sat up. Usually, morning antics by the marauders weren’t given much thought. But this was new. Students continued eating but with fascination as if they were watching a movie. Sirius chuckled as he continued.

“Here’s the blasphemous part. She’s a Slytherin. I know, I know— wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Snivellus, I swear I’ll go over there right now an—”

He looked down when he felt tugging on his pants leg. Remus just looked at his friend, making the other boy blush. Sirius nodded while taking off his robe to reveal the sweatshirt that you had embroidered for them.

“Right, off topic. I am in love with a girl who dances weirdly, taps her fingers on the table when she thinks, makes little tiny hats, and a lot of other things that are actually really charming when you think about it.”

He jumped off the table and took the bouquet from Peter before strolling over to your table. Sirius stopped right in front of you.

“So, (Y/N), will you do me the great honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?”

You simply nodded and took the bouquet. Asking you to the dance was worth a few sickles if you remembered the list correctly. Sirius probably earned them a few more or maybe even a galleon for saying that he loved you.

You didn’t even have to write to your parents about it. A few days before you could pen them a letter, they sent you a dress. Regulus snitched on his older brother to their parents who immediately wrote to the Zabini family. Orion and Walburga might have had a lot of issues with their eldest and they might have disagreed with the Zabinis allowing your mother to marry a muggleborn but prestige was prestige.

You were a halfblood coming from a pureblood line as prestigious as theirs. Sirius being romantically linked to you was considered a plus as far as they were concerned. The Black family held onto their ancient views.

Sirius was shocked when you showed up to the marauders’ dorm with a package containing new robes for him for the Yule Ball along with a letter. He didn’t exactly forgive his parents and he wasn’t crawling back home. His parents were never going to understand their son’s views and they weren’t going to beg him to change. But the three of them were now in a new phase of dancing around each other.

Walburga put her son back in the inheritance. Sirius acknowledged that he did in fact have parents. He acknowledged that Regulus was his little brother. Sirius even considered thanking him for saying something when you advised him to do so. Deep down, the Black brothers still cared about each other. You told him that he wouldn’t even be on a path to mending any relationships if it wasn’t for Regulus. It would probably never get farther than step one— not if his parents didn’t change— but Sirius acknowledged that they owed any steps to his younger brother.

You looked at the robes before you left his room. They matched your dress perfectly, not in color but in style. It was clear that his parents had gone shopping with yours. For all of their progressive views on wizard society, the Zabinis still kept up with certain ancient pureblood traditions. One was courtship. You were allowed to have fun in your younger years but the minute you became somewhat serious about someone, certain rules had to be met. You said yes to Sirius going to the Yule Ball as a date not friends which meant something to your family and his.

Bless your parents. They thought it was real. You frowned as you got dressed for the dance. How were you supposed to break it to them that everything was fake? More importantly, how were you supposed to do it in a way that didn’t make Sirius look bad? You couldn’t just say that it didn’t work out. That wasn’t how pureblood families worked. You would be expected to try again, try at least three or four times before coming to such a finite conclusion.

And for all the money and bets in the world, you didn’t believe that Sirius would put up a front in dating you just to please your family. He certainly wouldn’t do it to please a family that he barely had relations with. Still, you needed a good excuse. You saw the baby steps with his parents as meaning way more than he did. You didn’t want to ruin it. If they never fully made it then it was because they chose not to, not because his parents discovered that their eldest made a mockery of another pureblood house.

By the time you made it down the steps leading to the Great Hall, you still didn’t have an answer. James, Peter, and Remus pointed you out to their friend. James left with Lily to head inside. Peter and Remus gave their friend one last pat on the back before heading inside. Sirius nearly choked on his own spit when he saw you. You held up the red tie while looking at the floor.

“I kind of rushed this one, it’s not as good as before. My mom said your family wasn’t Jewish, I hope we didn’t get that wrong.”

You felt a bit ridiculous making something for him since you knew he didn’t care. Maybe it was dumb to hope that gestures would win them over but it made you feel like the whole thing was more real than it actually was. His fingers traced over the Christmas tree at the bottom before putting it on. Sirius shook his head as he tied it.

“We’re not. It looks amazing and so do you. Actually, you look better than amazing. You look perfect.”

You took in a sharp breath and just nodded. That was a two sickle bet, calling you perfect. You took his arm and let him escort you into the Great Hall. Sirius was having much more fun than you. He liked the way you felt underneath his hands. The two of you swayed back and forth. He expected you to show him some new, weird dance but you just continued to sway. You weren’t going to embarrass him on this night.

Even when the girls pulled you away to dance with them, you just followed whatever moves they did. There was no flailing, no fancy footsteps, no weird faces or head banging. The most you did was a tango because both you and Sirius had taken formal ballroom lessons when you were younger. He talked during every slow song in an attempt to learn as much about you as possible.

Sirius liked that you both had similar backgrounds. He never hated purebloods, he just wished that more were like the Potters. And as much as he rebelled, Sirius was a pureblood through and through. Even he had to admit that he often looked down on people. Not for their blood status but for other things. Lily and Remus were some of the best people he knew and they had muggle parents. They were some of the most brilliant minds that he knew. Evan Rosier was a pureblood that Sirius should have liked. But Rosier couldn’t tell his dessert spoon from his coffee spoon.

You were a mix. Your dad was a muggleborn but you held all the manners of a pureblood. You both took etiquette lessons when you were younger, had decent grades, spoke the language of your family line— he spoke French, you spoke Italian— and were expected to behave a certain way in company. He could relate to you in a way that he didn’t feel with a lot of other people. Which was why he could tell that you were over the Yule Ball as it got later in the night.

He was wrong about the reason though. Sirius thought that your social battery had been drained for the night. Really, you were starting to realize that you couldn’t do it anymore. He told the boys that you were going to go, the others choosing to follow.

The marauders decided a small after party in their dorm was what everyone needed. Pillows were grabbed from beds and thrown on the floor. Shoes were kicked off while party clothes were kept on. It was eerily similar to the Halloween Ball. Tonight was too much for you. That was all you thought about as the boys talked around you. It wasn’t fun to know that you weren’t loved.

Your head turned when Remus called your name. You just looked at him, realizing that you hadn’t heard a word he said. Tears were welling up in your eyes no matter how much you tried to blink them back and suppress them. He put his hand on your knee when he noticed.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded your head as you wiped at your tears. “I’m fine.”

“(Y/N), yo—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.” Your hands flopped to your lap. “I’m great, it’s nothing. I’m just being dumb. I just… I really liked having friends.”

The boys gave you soft smiles. They would’ve cracked a joke about you crying over something so trivial but they learned that you just seemed more sensitive to everything than others. Considering Myrtle was the same, it seemed to run in the family.

“We like being your friend.” James smirked at Sirius. “Except for Pads who’s failing at being something more with you about as bad as I’m failing with Lily.”

Sirius threw up his middle finger and you laughed despite not wanting to. You took a deep breath and tried to stop your hands that were trembling in your lap. You were tired and all your thoughts just came to the surface.

“I know that everyone thinks I’m weird,” you continued. “I know you all don’t actually want to be my friend.”

“(Y/N), what? Of course we do. We l—”

“I saw the list!” You got out quickly. “That’s why Sirius asked me to the dance. It’s worth four sickles. I know— I know this is all a joke… I-I would have just paid you to keep ignoring me, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble to get the money.”

The marauders sat in a stunned silence. You moved your gaze from your hands to their faces, realizing your mistake. Your eyes went wide as you stood up quickly. They were never going to talk to you again unless you fixed it.

“But it’s fine! It’s fine, I’ll get over it tomorrow and you can keep pretending to be my friend. I’ll help you finish the list and win. I just want to have someone to sit with at lunch… never mind, I-I’ll just go.”

Snapping to attention, Sirius tried to reach for you but you practically ran from their dorm and down the stairs. He looked at the other three who didn’t have any solutions off the top of their heads. They didn’t know you had seen the list.

Sirius felt like shit. He wondered how long you knew about it. He cursed at himself as he changed, staring at the tie you had embroidered for him. He should have told you about the list instead of acting like it didn’t exist. Sirius thought that you would never find out. He figured it didn’t matter because he had stopped participating. There was no need to get you worked up over something.

Now, he realized how that was a mistake. He would have to apologize to you. There were only a few days before winter break and he didn’t want you going home thinking that his feelings were a joke. He wouldn’t be able to relax at the Potters if he knew that you felt that way.

Sirius didn’t get the chance the day after the Yule Ball. You were nowhere to be found. He even tried checking outside despite the weather but couldn’t find you. After the third day, he panicked. They were leaving tomorrow for the Potters. Getting desperate, Sirius pulled out the map. He put it back before even opening it.

The map was a last resort. He didn’t want to invade the one thing you had. Sirius decided to write you a letter, go down to the owlery, and send it to you. He would be worried for the entirety of winter break but would apologize again when school was back in session. Sirius clutched the letter in his hand as he left Gryffindor to go send it.

He walked past a bunch of students, hoping that one of them would be you. Instead of you, Sirius did spot a familiar person. Without really thinking, he stuck out his hand and grabbed the person’s shoulder.

Regulus looked over in surprise at being eye to eye with his older brother. Sirius just growled at the boy he was with until the Slytherin left the two Black brothers to be alone in the corridor. Sirius went back to looking at his brother and scratched the back of his head.

“I don’t do well with apologizing—”

“One of the few things Mother taught you that you didn’t reject.”

“Merlin, Reg, will you shut up so I can try.”

Regulus blinked. “You’re trying to apologize?”

“Yes, alright. I shouldn’t have taken my anger at our parents out on you. And I shouldn’t have just ran to the Potters when they kicked me out. I still hate your fucking friends, I think you’re hanging out with trouble, but I’m sorry for leaving you and treating you like shit.”

“Apology accepted, I think? What brought this on?”

“A few pseudo therapy sessions with (Y/N), made me see a couple things and I’ll admit that she might have been right about those things. I’m trying to do right by at least one person.”

“Why? Because you’re the reason (Y/N) hasn’t left her room since the Yule Ball so now you have to try and do good by someone else?”

Sirius went wide-eyed. “She what?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of dating her roommate. Lucy says the curtains have been drawn around her bed since they got back from the dance.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what she says. They only ever see a hand poke out to grab a snack from her trunk. I mean she has to get up at some point to pee but she’s not leaving her bed. It actually made them worried. No one wants to room with a dead girl, we don’t need another Moaning Myr—”

“Finish that and I’ll forget I just apologized to you.”

Regulus looked at his brother. “Wait, you’re not joking?”

“I’m not that cruel.”

“Debatable.”

“Reg.”

“Siri.”

The two of them stared at each other. Regulus broke first.

“You mean it? The apology?”

Sirius nodded. “I’m pissed at our parents, not you.”

His little brother smiled. “I’ve waited two years for an apology. I looked up to you a lot, you know. I think you got Gryffindor because you were brave enough to stand up to our family.”

“You don’t have to follow them, you know?”

Regulus shrugged. “Do you really hate my friends?”

The older boy huffed out a laugh. “Reg, they’re fucking Death Eaters. I don’t care what they say. Pureblood elitists, my ass. Half of them are planning on joining You-Know-Who and they’re gonna get themselves killed right next to him.”

“They—”

“Think about it. You really think they’re all simply stuck up? They’re like Mum and Dad who don’t follow You-Know-Who but don’t try to stop him? Muggleborns are that bad that they need to die?”

“I don’t think they need to die.”

“Then why are you with them?”

“I… I was told to.” Regulus looked at his brother. “I’m friends with some Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff.”

“Stick with them instead.”

“Can I spend the break with you?”

Sirius gave his brother a genuine smile. There was a time when he and Regulus did everything together. He fucked up with his brother. They both fucked up. Sirius nodded his head.

“Yeah, you can stay with Prongs and I… you know they’re going to write you out of the inheritance?”

Regulus laughed. “Didn’t they add you back? They can’t write us both out, gives them a bad look.”

“Mmm hmm, sure, you tell Mother that. We’re leaving early in the morning tomorrow.”

“Alright… Siri!” Regulus called before his brother ran off completely. “Slytherin password is Salazar, her room’s the third door once you get into the girl’s corridor.”

“Thank you.”

Sirius made a hard left and headed to Slytherin instead of the owlery. You were exactly as his younger brother described. The curtains were drawn around your bed. He noticed that they didn’t match your roommates. A smile tugged at his lips as he realized that you probably did them yourself.

He watched your hand stick out of the curtain followed by a significant amount of your arm. You were leaning over, trying to grab a snack from your trunk that you left open. You weren’t going to leave your bed until everyone left for Christmas. You just needed time was what you told yourself. Sirius rushed over. He grabbed what you were trying to reach and handed it to you. Your hand grabbed it, fingers pausing at suddenly making contact with human skin. Quickly, your hand retreated back behind the curtains.

“(Y/N)?” Sirius waited, getting no response. “Bunny, I’m sorry. That list was wrong. It… Shit, I’m not good at this, I— we weren’t faking being your friends. We stopped that list a while ago. I know I should have told you about it but I thought I was doing you a favor. I didn’t want you getting hurt.”

Sirius watched your hand poke out again. You made a beckoning motion. He poked his head through.

“I like your pajamas.” He cringed at himself. What type of compliment was that?

You patted the bed, not really looking at him. Sirius rushed to take off his shoes and coat before parting the curtains. He sat next to you, unable to keep still. You felt his eyes on the side of your face.

“Can I hold you?” He asked in a whisper.

You wordlessly crawled into his lap, back against his chest. Sirius rested his chin on your head.

“I know now that hiding it was a mistake. It wasn’t actually protecting you. I meant to tell you earlier, right when you said something. I was just in shock. I didn’t ask you to the dance as a joke, the money doesn’t mean shit. I do like you.”

“You do?”

“I’m bloody in love with you.”

You pouted. Sirius looked down when you didn’t respond. He kissed your cheek.

“I mean that. I fancy you more than I think I’ve ever fancied someone. You drive me crazy, Bunny.”

“What about Marlene?” you asked as you poked at his hands that were wrapped around you. “Peter said—”

“The bi power couple? It’s just a joke between us, we have fun with each other every now and then… I haven’t since liking you. If that’s what you’re worried about, I haven’t shagged anyone, wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”

The two of you were silent for a moment. Sirius grabbed the now-wrinkled letter from his pocket. He held it up in front of you.

“I guess I don’t need to bother sending you this letter anymore. Shame, Moons said it was practically poetry. I pulled out handwriting that would make my mother jealous, haven’t had penmanship this nice since the last time she made me write all of our Christmas invitations… there’s that laugh!”

He felt proud of himself for getting a smile out of you. He pecked your cheek once more, telling you that he wanted to hear you laugh some more. Sirius couldn’t stop pressing kisses up and down the side of your face.

“You’re gorgeous, Bunny.” His hands started roaming. “So pretty, absolutely perfect.”

Your hips bucked slightly when his hands got lower. Sirius squeezed your thighs, smirking when you whined. He wasn’t sure how they didn’t appreciate this sound coming from you in the past.

One hand moved past the waistband of your pajama pants while the other went under your shirt. Sirius was excited to take your clothes off. He was going to love on you and appreciate you better than last time, return the same enthusiasm that you always gave them.

He chuckled to himself. He was kind of glad that the other three didn’t see what he saw. They could stay your friend but he didn’t want them looking at you in the same way he did. Remus was right— Sirius was territorial. You were his girl and he didn’t share, not even with his best friends that he considered family.

You were trying to enjoy the moment. The more you tried to relax, the more you found that you couldn’t. This felt like a lie. No matter what Sirius said, it felt like a bet. It felt like you were another prize to be won. You didn’t feel like he was actually into you. The hard-on pressing against your back was probably because he was thinking of Marlene or whoever else he shagged. You already knew that James had to think of Lily when they last hooked up with you.

Honestly, you didn’t feel Sirius’ lips pressing kisses all over you or his hands playing with your body. You couldn’t. Not when you were thinking about how much this was probably worth. Four galleons, maybe five? That was the most insulting part of it. They made a bet with petty money. Sure, when it was totaled up it was enough to buy the newest broom with maybe change leftover. But that meant that they only saw you worth a broom and some gloves for quidditch. It didn’t matter how shiny or new. They equated you to some sports equipment.

You felt that you were worth more than that. You knew that you were worth more than that and you weren’t about to let Sirius make a couple of galleons off of your body.

You grabbed at his wrist. “Stop, stop please.”

Sirius quickly pulled his hand out of your pants and detached his lips from your neck, muttering apologies. You tilted your head a little to look at him.

“I just don’t feel very comfortable after…” you trailed off. “Maybe you should go.”

Sirius blinked before coming to his senses. He quickly got up, scrambling to put his coat and shoes back on.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I was going too fast, I shouldn’t…” Whatever he was saying was muffled as he finished putting his stuff on.

You slowly stood up to escort him out. Sirius stood in the threshold of your doorway. He wanted to reach out and hug you or just touch you but thought better of it. You looked at the ground as you spoke.

“I think I’m just meant to be alone. It’s better that way.” You closed the door in his face before he could respond.

For the first time in a few days, you got dressed properly. Pulling a trunk out from underneath your bed that held extra school supplies, you grabbed a bunch of vials out of it. You stared at the empty glasses for a moment. The spell wasn’t very hard. Extracting memories honestly took no work. Slowly, each vial filled up with different memories of your time during the first half of the school year. You moved the snacks in your trunk around to make room for the vials. Placing them on a blanket, you set Sirius’ unopened letter on top of it and left to go find Professor McGonagall.

The old woman was happy to see you before her smile faded. Every year since your first year, you always took tea with her the day before you left for your Christmas break. Normally, you were dressed, had your trunk packed, and greeted her with a smile. Right now, you were standing at her door trying to hold in tears.

“I’m just a big joke to everyone,” you confessed as you tried not to cry again.

McGonagall ushered you in. The more you talked, the angrier she grew at the student body. She had half a mind to send owls to all of their houses, ban them from going to Hogsmeade, or lower their grades. McGonagall wanted to punish them on your behalf.

She was the most disappointed in her four favorite troublemakers. You both had gushed months ago about them becoming your friends. To discover it was all a lie paired with a cruel bet made the professor speechless. She didn’t try to talk you out of your plan to obliviate your memories. You told her that you already saved them in case you needed to remember something. McGonagall actually agreed with your decision. Knowing seemed to have taken a toll on your mental health.

While she normally didn’t advocate for memory alteration, she agreed to do it for you. You were thankful because you didn’t trust yourself to get the spell perfectly. Last thing you wanted was to accidentally obliviate a memory of a school lesson or your parents’ names. McGonagall waited patiently for you two write two letters, one to yourself and one to the marauders.

It was like the last few months didn’t happen when she finished. You went to Hogsmeade alone, you ate alone, you sat on your own at quidditch games. That’s what your memories told you. The Yule Ball never happened and neither did the Halloween Ball because you didn’t go this year, the same way that you never went in all the past years. You opened the letter to yourself and then gave McGonagall a wave.

“Happy Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Happy Christmas, Professor,” you said as you made your way to the Gryffindor dorm.

Your letter had told you to go and deliver the other one. Apparently, you knew the Gryffindor password and which room belonged to the marauders. You weren’t sure what happened because your letter was vague as if the old you was trying to protect the new one.

All you knew was that you were supposed to deliver your letter, not trust the marauders, not talk to other students, and to not open Sirius’ letter or look at your memories unless you felt that it was absolutely necessary to remember something. Considering you felt fine, you didn’t think that it would ever be necessary to look at the vials. Old you never left a date so you assumed that even you thought it probably wouldn’t happen. You just had the vials in case.

Sirius jumped up from his bed when you walked in. The marauders had finished packing about an hour ago after he asked James if Regulus could come. You gave a wave to the younger Black brother since he was also in Slytherin. Sirius felt like something was off as you walked to him.

“Hi, Bunny.”

You wrinkled your nose at the random nickname. “I was told to give this to you.”

“Hmm.” He looked down at the letter in your hand. “By who?”

You held up your opened letter. “Me. I told myself to give you this letter and wish you a Happy Christmas. So here… Happy Christmas!”

You left to get your own stuff and go home. That was also in your letter, go home early. The marauders and Regulus looked in confusion at each other. You did a lot of weird things but not once had you ever referred to yourself as if you were a separate entity. Sirius opened the letter, reading it out loud for the others.

Dear Sirius,

I hope I delivered this letter to you. It’s addressed to you but it’s for all of the marauders. It’s for the entire school if I’m being honest but I don’t think I have enough courage to address everyone. Before I continue, I want to say that I don’t hate you. I hate what you all did to me but I don’t hate you as people. Actually, I forgive you.

That being said, I don’t want to be your friend. I’m not playing that game anymore. None of you are allowed to use me for a game. I’m worth more than three hundred galleons and forty-five sickles, even the Triwizard Tournament prize money is more than that. You all embarrassed me beyond belief.

I was so excited when this year first started. For the first time since I was four, I had friends. It was hard to fit in at a muggle primary school, being a wizard made me too weird. I didn’t mind because I knew that it would all fall in place when I got to Hogwarts. I guess it wasn’t being a wizard that made me weird, it’s just me.

I stopped doing all the things I cared about to fit in when you started talking to me. The longer time went, the more I thought that doing whatever you all did would make more people like me. You all tricked me into thinking that it was working. But now that I think about it, even if you really wanted to be my friends, you all were horrible. No one was ever interested in what I wanted to do. I walked behind you all, I let the girls do my nails the way that they liked, I never mentioned crochet around my roommates, I danced the way that other students danced. Deep down, I think I knew that none of you really cared but I was desperate. I would like to be weird again. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s okay.

It’s also okay for none of you to like me but I would appreciate being left alone from now on. I asked Professor McGonagall to obliviate all my memories related to the bet. After I write this letter, I won’t remember a single thing. I won’t even remember the meaning behind your nicknames. We can all start over. Please stay away from me. I’m begging you and the rest of Hogwarts to stay away from me. I don’t want to be made into a bet again. I don’t think I could live with that false hope.

You can keep the jumpers. They were gifts. I know that I have no reason to believe that you all will stop the bets. I’ve told myself to not talk to anyone but I might not listen. In case I don’t remember or listen to myself, I’m asking you to not start the bets. As a token of good faith, I have one last present.

It’s for Remus and his sensitivity. Severus worked on the potion, he’s better at it than me but I did all the calculations and didn’t tell him what it was for. Remember when I told you I would do some reading at one of James’ matches? I finished it and figured out what I think might work.

I was going to surprise you all with it at Christmas but then I found the list and the potion wasn’t even done yet. Now, I’m giving it to you as a peace offering. It should arrive at the Potters’ house on Christmas Eve. No more bets. I would like to be left alone. Thank you.

Best regards,

(Y/N)

Sirius’ face dropped. The room was dead silent after he finished reading. The others watched Sirius race out of the room at lightning speed. He skipped as many stairs at a time as possible, cursing that Gryffindor Tower was so far from the Slytherin Dungeons. He practically screamed the password when he reached your common room. The door flew off the handles as he bursted into your room. It was empty.

The curtains around your bed had been tied up, your main trunk was gone. You had already left for winter break. He scratched frantically at his hair, wanting to tear it out as he shook his head. You weren’t there. It didn’t matter that they still had the rest of the school year. You weren’t here now and winter break was too long. He was out of time to fix everything.

McGonagall opened her door, already expecting the marauder. She simply frowned at him.

“Do you know (Y/N)’s address?” Sirius asked in desperation.

“We don’t give out students’ information.”

“I can’t send her a letter, I need to do this in person. Minnie, pl—”

“Mr. Black, I told you we don’t give out students’ private information. Even if we did, I wouldn’t give it to you.”

“What?”

“You should be thankful (Y/N) requested that I don’t punish you. I wanted to ban all sixth and seventh years from going to Hogsmeade. I am more than disappointed with you all.”

Sirius was used to McGonagall being exasperated with them but he wasn’t used to this. She was never short with him. He didn’t need McGonagall to tell him how badly he messed up but it stung more when it came from her. He went back to his dorm with his tail tucked between his legs. It was clear that he wasn’t going to get any information. Sirius, and the other boys, would just have to spend all of winter break figuring out how to properly make it up to you and hope that it wasn’t too late.

(Part 6)

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