"I spent an absurd amount of time making this when you probably could have found something similar online for cheap. I am acutely aware of all the mistakes I made and the things I should have done differently so I completely understand if you don't like it.
but also, if you don't love it im just gonna go drown myself in a bog. nbd.
#I'm working on my nephew's undertunic rn and it's going - hmm. reasonably well probably #I'm just worried abt the fit tho #and the fact that he literally will not care cause he's 3 & would vastly prefer a helmet and a wooden axe if I'm being honest #but! that's just not the kind of aunt he has #sucks to b you kid #crafts
just got called "mem" in someone's tags on my post and i'm thinking about that now. i like that so i'm stealing it as an actual name thanks luna :D
#my name is mae btw but. i don't particularly like using it on here #i'm chill with people calling me it if they know it but like i don't openly associate it with my blog #it started as like a safety thing when i got more into hc because of some personal stuff #but then i realised oh i actually just prefer being less perceived on here so. i've continued not using it #traumadumping in tags 🙄🙄🙄
it's not that Jon doesn't know how to make tea in theory, or that he microwaves it or something- he's british, he has a kettle and knows how to use it
it's just that when hes got the water, he just puts it in a mug, dunks the first teabag he finds in it with a spoonful of sugar, and takes it to his desk, and then forgets about it so by the time he thinks "Ah right I had tea" it's lukewarm and way too bitter.
when Martin brings him tea, Jon is still prone to forgetting it, but Martin already takes out the teabag beforehand and may even pay attention to the best temperature to steep various teas, so even turned cold it's already an improvement
#but not worth the effort to get up and get a new cup so he just drinks it like that #he also doesn't think he has a preference for any one kind of tea. not enough at least to buy anything other than earl grey #maybe a breakfast tea #tma#tma s2#Jonathan #martin might even put a lot more sugar in precisely because its likely gonna turn cold #and cold drinks and food need more sugar to taste sweet #the magnus archives #Jonathan sims #EDIT oh hang on british people (can) also put milk in their tea dont they? #uhhhh ok jon just doesnt bother with that while martin sometimes does #or the other way around depending on if you think tea with milk tastes better or worse #or martin actually knows which teas go with milk and which dont #srry i dont know anything about milk with tea except for a chai latte
How I feel trying to interact with bam stans on Instagram and TikTok
#these kids are aging me #just saw a 15 year old swooning over 17 year old Andy sixx #I don’t like the circle of people I’m surrounded by on Instagram and TikTok #I much much prefer the older people in the fandom #like kids just relax and calm down a bit #Novak isnt going to fuck you and bam sure as hell isn’t #they think they’re built different lol
theres no way ill be awake for the minecraft live mob vote bc its going to be in the morning :/
#firefly uses words #i curse myself for having the worst sleep schedule known to man #but i guess its alright #i dont really mind which one wins #i would prefer if it isnt the glare #but ill take any of them bc theyre cute #the copper golem has completely won me over lmao #im v fond of the little guy #anyways i sleep #maybe ill catch a bit of it if im lucky
Alright, alright, I’m gonna do the thing before I forget while I dive into the rest of my drafts
Give this a like if you want to have your muse completely and utterly confused get an Aussie slang one liner from Riley!
#ooc; #I'll reblog this again later cause it is indeed late/early for most of my followers I think #✨ Timezones ✨ #But yeah! Open to whoever wants to!! #Things can build up in length once things get going if you prefer also!
STOP YT I GET IT IM FUCKING GAAAAAAAAY STOP GIVING ME THOSE QUIZS FOR ADS
#— thoughts. #im demiromantic with a slight preference for men #though i’m picker when it comes to dating women #bc i know women can be nice #men are a different story #you witness a nice male out on the street who is funny and isn’t racist/homophobic/etc you go for it #/hj #nblw and nblm right ? those are the titles right ? idk
because i was listening to my taylor playlist and getting rly into it…
give me a character (one of your ocs, one of my ocs, canon, literally any of those) and/or a relationship dynamic (romantic, platonic, rivalry, all the good stuff) and i’ll give a taylor swift song and some analysis to fit as best i can!
#ocs from hphl hphm or hpma #canon from hphm only #ngl preferably one of ur own ocs or a canon character #or literally any relationship oc & oc or oc &canon #make multiple requests if u want too! #it might take a while to answer these btw
Summary: Locked away in a house her entire life, she always dreamed of exploring the nearby kingdom for just a day, believing it could make the rest of her days in solitude bearable. What she was unware of, was the real reason she'd been hidden away for so long. Changes comes swift like a flying dagger when a thieving bounty hunter seeks solace in the old home.
Din Djarin Royalty!AU / Tangled!AU
Pairing: Din Djarin x Princess Kryze!Reader
A/n: you all ate up the first part like it was new york pizza so here y'all go hungry chirren, another part for your starving bellies... also excuse the poor editing bc this was done via mobile
Warnings: blunt force trauma lol, angry motherTM, also some suggestive stuff 😏 but they just met... so get your mind out of the gutter please, we aren't pennywise.
You paced back and forth in front of the old broom closet in the corner of the hallway, running your hands though your hair whilst your little green goblin baby watched you with confused eyes.
"Grogu this is bad, this is very bad..."
He didn't understand why you were so filled with angst, because he was under the impression that he handled the situation quite nicely.
"She's never going to let me out, now. She's going to think I'm the one who killed him," you panicked, letting your hands fling around dramatically to show your emphasis. The little green boy kept looking between you and the closet. At least he was proud of his accomplishment.
"Mother will be home any minute, and we have a body in the closet!"
The baby cheered, clapping his hands together with a wide smile and some happy noises were emitted from him. You really didn't even have time to convey the severity of the situation to him.
"No! No clapping, this is not a good thing. We can't let her find out," You went back to pacing, and it was only now that you started pulling on the braids of your hair, bringing them to a curly disheveled mess that Grogu realized how bad his actions were. "Just have to think. Think, think, think."
You ran over to the closet door and slammed it open, seeing the still lifeless body huddled over itself on the ground.
"I got it," you said with confidence and a smile, not that this was any smiling matter to begin with. "If I can get her to leave the house again, it may give us enough time to drag him outside. If we both use our power we can dig a hole by the base of the mountain and put him there."
You glanced over at the small child sitting on his stool, and he gave you an expression that called out your utter insanity. Who were you kidding? You didn't have the facilities to come through with a plan like that.
"I know... she'd have to be gone for days for that to work. Maybe we should just wait until she goes to bed tonight."
Just then, the sound of the front door opening around the corner was to be heard. It was enough to put you into cardiac arrest had it not been for Grogu's quick thinking as he shut the closet door with the wave of his hand. It wasn't a loud slam or anything too suspicious either, but you were hoping she would avoid even coming into this room.
"Sweetling, I'm back," your mother called out, beckoning you to greet her at the door like you always did.
You grabbed Grogu and glided around the corner with the cheesiest smile plastered on your face. You honestly needed to relax, because if you kept up with the tense way you moved, it would be no time at all before she started to wonder what was wrong.
"Oh my darling, I missed you." she made a grand gesture of enveloping you both in her arms, much like earlier.
"I missed you, too."
"You know I hate leaving you after a fight, especially when I've done absolutely nothing wrong."
She set down her basket by the door, and you knew you had to act fast, if not to get her to turn around and leave again, at least you could create a diversion to keep her busy until then.
"Listen, mother, about earlier-"
"I don't expect you to apologize dear. You are young, and full of curiosity. It pains me to know you can never really explore what you want to, but believe me little one, everyone will be better off with you here," her words were sharp like a knife, and dug deep into your mind. You truly didn't even need to put on a face anymore to hide your secret, for the way you deflated before her was quite apparent, and not to be missed.
Then it was like lightning had struck your brain. An idea popped in from the boundless depths and you set Grogu down on the ground while you prepared yourself to present an entirely new spiel.
"Mother, since I can't go into the kingdom for my birthday, I was wondering if maybe you would consider going to the kingdom where the you got me the flightless fairy book? There's supposed to be another one that comes after and I've been dying to find out what happens to Lady Avynlei," You came close to her, placing a hand on her arm and pleading softly for something you knew she could easily give into. As long as you remained within the house walls, she would bring you the means to keep you there. Even the countless books you requested from kingdoms far and wide.
"That is a very long trip, you know. Naboo is almost three days from here. If I leave now, I'll miss your birthday entirely," she said with a heavy sigh. You knew she was only stalling to make it look like she didn't want to leave you, but you knew otherwise. She loved her adventures, and taking time away from the house was her specialty. You never asked her why she didn't enjoy time with you inside the old home, because you wanted her to be happy, with a bright and shining smile all the time.
"I just thought it was a better idea than going outside," you feigned sadness, although not completely. You were of course still upset over the fact that your life was doomed to this miserable place of burden, but that wasn't where you focus was, and certainly wasn't the reason for the diversion.
"It certainly is, dear. I tell you what, if you pack me my things, and toss in one of those scrumptious bread loaves you made, I will leave before lunch."
She brought you close, kissing you on the head, and you smiled, thinking it was almost too easy. If everything else was to be hard, then you would gladly take the ease with open arms and accept it warmly.
"Thank you, mother."
You closed your eyes and breathed out, counting several more moments as you gathered the courage to step out into the hallway. As soon as you did you collided straight into his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise,
Grogu and yourself had gotten fairly comfortable on the chaise in front of the closet door, just staring at it intently with anticipation. You both looked at each other as if asking who was going to open the door, before you ultimately decided it would be your job.
"One of us has to," you mumbled as you waved your hand, letting the door creak on its hinges while it swung open slowly.
You raised your palm to face the limp body in the small space, dragging it out across the floor to free it of the confinement.
It was so abnormally frightening. Daring to approach a human man, in person. You'd never seen one before, and didn't know what they looked like. They had been described in you books time and time again, but never did you imagine someone so tall and broad and... intimidating. This man in particular had a mask over his face, and a hood o'er his head. The only thing visible to any on looker was his eyes, which you hadn't actually gotten a glimpse of before Grogu threw him into the wall.
When he came into the house, your first initial thought was to watch him, to see what he did and how he moved, to study every fiber of his being just to have an idea of what others outside looked like and how they behaved. Grogu of course had other plans, but he wasn't as proud of himself anymore.
Now that the man lay lifeless on the ground you had time to look him over once or twice, just enough before you were about to bury him in the backyard forever to cover for your small green child.
You were about to lift him with your power before he started moving, his breathing apparent now, and the moans of discomfort as he shifted awkwardly on the floor. You were afraid, now.
It was certainly good he wasn't dead, for you never wanted to spend all that time turning up the earth in the backyard anyway. It did however frighten you to know that the man was beginning to get up. You liked him better earlier when he couldn't see you hiding on the banister. You wanted to avoid being seen, so you quickly swept up your little accomplice and bolted for the doorway, pressing you back against the outside wall.
By the time he was on his feet, he glanced around the empty room, but could have sworn he just heard footsteps not even a foot from his body.
"I know you're here," he said calmly, although his anger and lack of memory as to what was going on fueled his tone just the slightest. His head was throbbing and the last thing he remembered was stumbling upon the old house he now dwelled in. It was slowly coming back to him why he had been passed out.
You held tight to the baby, hoping you could slip into the hallway unnoticed and he would just take the hint and leave. But he couldn't just walk out of the house without his satchel. You ran into the next room to retrieve it, only for the item it carried to fall onto the floor. You hurriedly tried to pick it up and stuff it back inside, but the second your hand touched it, your mind was on fire. Like the item somehow held a magical connection to you, as if you'd touched it before and now it was cursed. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook the feeling away as best you could, stuffing it into the satchel and ready to throw everything in the walkway before the man saw you.
You crept back around the corner, ready to drop the bag, but it was like divine intervention had kept you from doing so. You immediately clutched the bag tightly to your chest and slowly went back to the other room again. This was it, your only chance. You knew it was risky, but with your mother gone for the next three days or so, you knew it was now or never.
You stuffed the satchel up the unused fire place chimney, wedging it between the bricks so it wouldn't fall out. When you were sure it was secure, you turned around and began to slowly come back to the previous hiding space, just barely peeking around the corner. You caught another glimpse of him, and he was even taller when you were on ground level to him, instead of peering downwards.
He caught your eye and you froze, unable to drag your sight away from the dark brown pools of bliss. The light from outside mixed with the glow of the candles in the room made them look simply heavenly. For every book you'd ever read, they eyes were always described as the window to the soul, that you could see into the person by them, but that was not the case for this man. His eyes told you nothing, only invited you in deeper to admire their beauty and complexity. He seemed to have gotten caught as well, though he took steps towards you as you slowly came out from behind the wall and met him face to face. It was all such a slow movement, but for you it still felt rushed, and you heart beat faster every second.
His eyes up close were even more breath taking, and though you had so much to say to him moments prior, you were rendered speechless by him. Stories told you that men were beautiful creatures, with strong built bodies to protect their loved ones with, and fight the battles that others could not. You always pictures men a certain way, but every single one of your imaginative creations was purely put to shame by the one stood before you.
"Who are you?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper, but he could hear you clear as day. It was the upside of living so far away from civilization, the quiet.
"Just a traveler, miss," his voice was deep and husky. A voice like that, which was commanding as well as soft with a hint of roughness to it. He sounded like the winds when it was raining, because the depth of his tone poured over his words and made them clear, even though they were ever the slightest bit slurred together.
"How did you find my home?" You had yet to look away from his eyes, and wondered if you ever would again. They just drew you closer every second, pleading with you not to break contact. The way your eyes narrowed ever so slightly for your question made him weary of his answer.
"I didn't mean to," he took a step closer, and you took one back, keeping the few feet of distance between you in order to maintain a sense of security. "I do not wish you any harm, I was just passing through and found the house. I didn't know anyone lived here."
"Passing through a deep and abandoned gulch in the middle of the wooded mountains?" You may have sounded sarcastic and unfavorable of his answer, but in all truths, you really wanted to know.
"I needed to avoid some... accomplices," he struggled out the word, as if he didn't find it well enough to say in the first place.
You nodded in understanding, knowing that since he hadn't known of your presence in the house earlier on, it was very realistic that he could have just gotten lost while straying from the main trails.
"I only wish to reacquire what I arrived with, then I will be on my way," he only now noticed your little green baby when the small bean peaked his head around the corner. He looked deterred by him almost, but shook his head, thinking maybe the fall he took earlier was causing him to see things.
"Yes, of course... you see," you paused, taking a few more steps back, just to put distance between you for the reason of possible outburst. You knew that if push came to shove, your powers could protect you, but you didn't want to harm the only man you'd ever met. "I've hidden it."
"Well then unhide it," he seemed to grow more intense, but not quite angry. He was after all a broken in thief of another person's home.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," you spoke, getting ready to explain yourself before he cut in not allowing any room to divulge in your offer.
"You can, and will. What I have in my possession is worth more than your entire life, so I suggest you hand it over," his voice boomed loud and commanding and since you never had a stranger yell at you before, or any other human in general aside from your mother, you were spooked easily, like a horse. You used your spatial distance as a head start, sprinting out the room and down the hall as fast as you could. You looked back and sure enough he was following behind.
This old house was very large, and had endless hiding places. Surely he wouldn't be able to find it himself in a suitable amount of time. The fact that he even entertained the idea was ridiculous and a foolish waste of brain space.
You ran up the stairs, noticing Grogu still sitting on the ground where you left him. He was smiling and bouncing about, as if to express how much he was enjoying the chase. He probably thought it was a big game, he often liked to play games with you, hide and seek being one of them.
You thought you lost him when you turned a corner, peering around it to see he was still traveling down the hall. You waited a few seconds before he would surely enter the room at the end of the hall. Did he really peg you to be that stupid, that you would cut yourself off with a dead end in the house you spent every day in?
You closed your eyes and breathed out, counting several more moments as you gathered the courage to step out into the hallway. As soon as you did you collided straight into his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise, but before you were able to make any other moves, he covered you mouth with his hand, grabbing your arm with the other. He forced you against the wall carefully and looked down on you with those dark brown eyes. Your breath caught in your throat before he even started talking.
"I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to habe back my things so we can go our separate ways," his voice was incredibly gentle and soft spoken, and you melted into his touch even though it still alarmed you to some extent.
He dropped his hand from your mouth, seeing that now you'd stood clamly, trapped between him and the wall. The steady rise and fall of your chest, bound with your corset drew his eyes away from yours for only a moment, and you found it peculiar how his irisis darkened for only a moment before he snapped his attention back to your face.
"I know I must seem infuriating, but I can't give it back to you yet."
"Yet? What is your deal?" He was sharp spoken but not angry, more annoyed by the obnoxiously tantalizing answers he'd received.
"You really want to know my deal?" You offered sarcastically, turning it back around on him. It was his decision. Either hear you out, or begin his lomg search for the items he entered with.
He sighed repressively before backing away the slightest bit. He was beginning to feel uneasy with the little space the divided you, and knew that you probably hated the close proximity.
"What deal?" He annunciated each word carefully, wanting to convey the fact that he was utterly annoyed.
"I need an escort into the kingdom. Just for one day," you said quickly, though the request was rather important you wanted to rid it from your mouth.
"I'm not a baby sitter."
"And I am not a baby."
He clenched his fists then let them fall slack at his side. He was silent for too long and you felt you needed to fill the air and maybe convince him in better words.
"I am capable of holding my own, but I do not know the way," you made your tone firm and decisive, knowing he already didn't take you seriously enough. "I only ask that you accompany me into the kingdom for a day, then back home."
"You don't know who I am, do you?" He puzzled, tilting his head in a sense of confusion. Of course you didnt, because you'd never gone outside before.
He chuckled lowly at your answer, because yes, you definitely should know him by at least one of the many wanted posters hung throughout the city. He then again fugured that if you lived all alone out here as a recluse, perhaps he shouldn't be so quick to judge.
"I'm not exactly an ally to the kingdom. I can't take you anywhere," he huffed. Even if he thought there was a smart way to do it, he wasn't going to put his neck down for you.
"I suppose you aren't very fond of your belongings, are you?"
Well, then there was that.
Din knew that if he harmed you in any way, you'd never help him find his satchel. He never considered harming you anyway, because he rather liked you, despite the skittish nature and infuriating stubbornness.
"I need you to tell me everything this deal entails."
You smiled widely, turning around amd faving him with a bright expression. He'd never seen such sweetness before, such utterly endowed innocence. It was endearing to him to know that not all the maidens of your age had been like the ones he had seen and heard. Some of them had the makings of a village whore. He didn't mind the tendencies of the village girls of course, he just appreciated the contrast.
"My mother has gone to the kingdom Naboo to acquire me a book. She will be back in three days. I wish to begin the journey to the kingdom today, spend the entirely of tomorrow within it, and then return home safely. I do not ask you for any services other than your company to guide me along."
He did accept the fact that perhaps it wasn't such a preposterous offer. Being a wanted man gave him liberties within the kingdom, like knowing all the places to lay low, the people who would turn a blind eye. He knew it wasn't hard to get to the village, and ome day wasn't a risk for him to take, as long as he was able to meet with his buyer thereafter.
"You will go where I go, and do exactly as I do. I am in control of everything from the time we leave to the time we return, and you will not question a word I say... do you understand?" He held his hand out to shake, which you gladly took, even though it was a little weird to hold someone else's hand the way you did now. Had the gesture not been in so many books, you would have foregone it completely, not understanding what it was.
"I promise, you will not regret this," you said, your smile and bubbliness getting in the way of your serious words.
"I already do."
Having met Grogu, and wondering if he was even real or not, Din was now even less excited to embark on this needless adventure. He absolutely hated the idea of children being anywhere near him, and now that there was one within close proximity, he was absolutely pertified. Especially given the fact that this one wasn't even human. Your lack of answer for what species he was also gave him great discomfort, but he shrugged it all off, knowing the less he knew the better. All he needed to do was get this over with, and he could return to his life of thieving and bounty hunting.
Standing on the front porch, staring out into the fog, he waited for you to saddle up, wrapping the child to your back the way some of the mothers in town would. He didn't let you catch him staring, because that would have been the end of his manly facade.
"Alright, we're ready," you said, standing next to him while bouncing on your toes with excitement... speaking of,
"You're not going to put on shoes?" He asked his brow slanting with one raised.
You were very confused as you let your head fall to your feet, then you realized.
"Right," you smiled with embarrassment. You cheeks were definitely bright red. "I don't have any."
Just when he thought nothing could surprise him, you hit him with that piece of strange information. What human being didn't own shoes? Even the poor kids back home had shoes, not good ones, but still had them.
"Well," you didn't have a half decent answer. Why didn't you have shoes? "I've never needed them before."
He gave you a look of near concern, which was actually reflected more for himself than you. He didn't want to have to carry you if push came to shove.
"I'll be fine without them though, I promise," you said with a firm nod of your head. He wasn't sure you would be, but he hated wasting time, and this conversation was doing just that.
"Good, I'll hold you to it when you start lagging behind."
He stepped off the steps of the porch, and you followed after him. Just this action was enough to make you heart beat rapidly.
Look at the world so close, and you're half way to it. Look at it all so big, could you even dare? You imagined yourself there at last, you just had to do it.
You rushed down the steps, feeling the grass between your toes, and the moisture of the soil seeping through. It was incredibly foreign, but ever so pleasant. You let out a breath you hadn't thought you had been holding, and smiled with foggy eyes. This was an enormous step for you, and without your mother anywhere in sight, you took off after the bounty hunter, giggling like a child while doing so.
The next greatest days of your life were beginning right now, and every possible outcome rang out of it.
Hi! So my name is Bri, I’m new to tumblr - not new to the fallout fandom. I’ve been a wattpad veteran for some time now and I post fallout 3, 4, and new vegas one shots, and fallout 3 and 4 preferences. I guess I’m going to make an attempt to transfer some of my wattpad content over to here and I will start with my preferences. Hopefully some of you like them!
If he want to stick an actual nail on me, please sir do, at this point I could care less
#i am gonna spam about it till the day i die #till lindemann #my kind of man is dilf #i would never be able to admit this irl #irl i am a very rational person #my mind on the contrary goes down the tangent #the tangent being men in their fifties #preferably german #with a cute lil soft tone and hands as big as my HEAD #whoops tangent again sorry
#as a whole #I prefer ATLA #but I think I like some of the characters in LOK more??? #idk maybe it’s the gay #also the ending GOT ME #I knew it was coming and sTILL GOT CHILLS AND TEARED UP #gifs and clips don’t do it justice #personal #tagging for my own purposes —> #legend of korra
#I just finished The Grapes of Wrath and need to talk about it here lol #god fuck me #the ending was perfect but also I'm so desperate to know what happened to Tom in particular but also Al #and obviously the whole family but tom and al were left in such precarious positions #and a fascinating theme towards the end in particular was that #when times are really tough its women who push people along and get shit done #Ma and Rosasharn omg.... #also the way Steinbeck absolutely fucking hates the police in Grapes #and the way he explicitly advocates for defunding the police and forming community based living #yes John #the way he became less radical as he aged is sad #I've read East of Eden and loved it and I hear most people prefer it #but I think Grapes is the far superior novel #the structure and the contrast of the beginning and end is chefs kiss #where as Eden felt a little bit more sprawling and haphazard #anyway fuck that book is going to sit with me the rest of my life #I remember my mother said she struggled to read it because it reminded her of her childhood and her family having to pack up and leave their #tenant farm and go East looking for something else #anyway #the grapes of wrath #john steinbeck#reading
You is so funny god bless these insane white people
#season 3 is ok but the first 2 were funnier imo #and ya the content isnt actually funny but its media and i prefer to laugh at this than take it too seriously #nothing funny about a man obsessing and stalking women and manipulating them and killing them and their friends bc hes insanely territorial #but i will laugh at joe as a character like god damn dude meet up with me and i will personally kill you for these girls
Summary: Jealous Reg, angst to fluff, happy ending!
Requested by anon | masterlist
The bottle pointed at Regulus. Your heart dropped the same moment his eyes sparkled.
To understand your reactions, we have to go far back when the night started and the Halloween party wasn’t in full swing yet. Before the booze arrived, and before the marauders decided to play spin the bottle, Regulus Black was brooding in the corner with only Evan Rosier for company.
He looked around the party with no enthusiasm. His eyes wandered to the marauders, and on seeing the one he wanted to see was yet to be arrived, he looked back to his glass.
"Looking for me?" you said from behind, and Regulus jumped at your voice.
It was Halloween after all, so you were dressed up a pirate. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked. He didn't miss how the dagger by your side looked real enough too.
He almost smiled. Almost.
“Seems like you think about me too much, L/N.” He remembered to keep his voice friendly enough.
There was thin line between playful bantering and cruel words, so Reg always tread carefully. He would never want to intentionally hurt you. He just wants to keep talking to you, because while you’re annoying, you were also fun, and he adored that slight frown you’ll have when he calls you love. He also adored calling you love, but you don’t have to know that.
Rosier looked like he’d be literally anywhere else but here.
You ignored his reply and let out a gasp when you saw Remus. While everyone else was dressed up, he was simply in a suit, and he looked amazing. Regulus frowned as you hugged Lupin and made your way to the marauders with him.
“Do you think they’re hooking up?” Rosier asked with a sly smile.
“I don’t care,” Regulus muttered and went to get another glass of pumpkin juice.
Throughout the night, it looked like he did care. He hated the way Remus made you laugh, the way the two of you danced, and the way you sticked together every time he laid his eyes on you. It irritated him to no end.
See, you were naturally friendly with everyone. You were fun and loud with all the marauders except Lupin. He was not as talkative or extroverted like James or Sirius, so instead of pulling him to do random pranks, you always sat down to talk with him. You were softer to Remus because he was so kind and the thought of playfully provoking him like you did with everyone else was a thought which never passed through your mind.
All Regulus saw was how the two of you came together, how well you were treating each other and he went to the conclusion that yup, you were dating.
Something inside him snapped, and no that's not his sanity, because that was already snapped.
When he finally spotted you alone, he came behind you and tapped you on the shoulder.
“Want to dance?” he asked, his eyes betraying no actual feelings.
“You want to dance?” you asked, pointing.
“With like holding hands and stuff?”
“For Merlin’s sake.” Ignoring all the sudden glares on him, mostly by Slytherins, he grabbed your hands softly and dragged you to the dance floor, while your mouth stayed open all the while.
Soft music was already blasting through the speakers, and with the rest of the couples swaying to music, no one gave a second glance to you. For the first time in forever, it was just the two of you looking at each other, and there wasn't any irritated look in his eyes. He was staring at you endearingly, and you felt the need to speak.
“You dance uhm, well.” You started, realizing your voice no longer sounded confident. Suddenly you were just a teenager whose heart was going rapid fast under the glance of the person you secretly liked.
“I really wish I could say the same to you,” he laughed softly, pulling you closer.
“People might say you like me, you know,” you taunted and he cleared his throat.
“Or maybe they’ll say you like me,”
“You’re the one who asked me to dance.” You pressed on, suddenly curious. “Besides, what made you suddenly so interested anyway?”
Against his better instincts, his eyes met Lupin’s and following his glance, you figured it out quick enough.
“You’re jealous.” There was nothing but wonder in your voice and he shook his head.
“I'm not, why would I be jealous?”
“You are! You think I like Lupin!”
He blushed and let go of your hand, furious at how obvious he made it seen. He certainly wasn't going to verbally agree to it, but it didn't matter anyway. You knew it, he knew it.
Regulus being Regulus walked off before you could ask more. How he wished you'd follow him and tell him you liked him too! Or most importantly, he wished the situation would be reversed and you were the one who was jealous of someone he’s with, just so he could gloat.
He hated feeling weak, and he looked for an opportunity all night to rectify his mistake, and this was presented to him in a golden plate when the marauders decided to play a weird combination of spin the bottle and truth or dare.
“Truth or dare, Y/N?” Lily asked and you pretended to think.
“Truth!” You weren't dumb enough to choose dare in front of this many people, especially if it had something to do with embarrassing yourself.
“I got one!” Sirius gasped. “Last week, your class did the amortentia potion! What did you smell in it? You never told me.”
“I- I don’t know,” it was your turn to accidently look at someone, and you felt a flutter in your stomach when you saw Regulus staring back with an amused smile.
“Give me another question!” You said without thinking.
“Ha!” James put down a bottle on the table. “Failure to answer a question results in this, you knew that!”
“Fine!” It was better than admitting you liked Regulus.
Or not so much, because of course, the bottle pointed at him.
“Okay, this is not fair.” You said accusingly. “James made it enchanted or something so it’d point at Regulus.”
“Why him?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrow.
“Yeah, why me?” Regulus sounded way too happy. Him admitting to being jealous was something that stayed between the two of you. This was in front of everyone, and he was enjoying it too much.
“Because uh- I don’t know, ask James.”
“Maybe you fancy me, L/N.” Reg shrugged and you resisted the urge to stab him in the foot.
“Let’s just get this over with, please,” Marlene yelled. “Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!”
You didn’t have to protest any longer because Regulus was already leaning over the table.
“What are you doing?” You hissed. He stole a glance at your lips, before blinking innocently.
“I’m playing the game,” he whispered and crashed his lips against yours.
There was nothing gentle or sweet about it, he was just kissing you in a way that said he always wanted to - full of passion and hunger. Maybe a bit possessive too. His mind wasn’t blank the same way yours were. He thought of everything he saw tonight, Lupin and you, Lupin, you, Lupin, you.
He pressed his lips deeper, replacing those words with mine, mine, just mine.
When the two of you finally broke apart, everyone had their mouths open. Regulus looked at Lupin smugly and then to you.
“Okay, fine, maybe I was jealous,” he said with a shrug.