x. moony

remus lupin, 18 my body is the thing that belongs to me least

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lily; (lilysfullheart)

While holding office hours wasn’t expressly in the job description of Head Girl, Lily Evans was an above and beyond kind of gal. 

Plus, there were many benefits to hosting them in the muggle studies classroom. She loved slouching in the bean bag chairs, reading the back-issues of Highlights their professor kept for the first years, and doodling silly pictures she could stick on the walls later. It was just a relaxing space, and it had the added benefit of forcing blood purists to acknowledge muggle studies existed if they had some bone to pick with the Head Girl. None of them had deigned to make the trip today, though. In fact it had been a relatively slow few hours, and while she appreciated the homework time, it didn’t feel right to not check in with at least one member of the student body.

“Hey,” she called out, directing it at a passerby walking past the half open classroom door, “if you’re not busy or on your way to something, wanna hang out for a minute? I have chocolate frogs.”

“Lily.” The name came out as a soft sigh of relief, Remus having dropped his satchel of schoolbooks at the door before nearly melting into one of the bean bags next her, robes a tangle around his legs. He knew from his own experience that the office hours she’d be expected to hold were coming to an end and Remus had no idea how many other students she’d tempted through the doorway with promises of chocolate, but that didn’t make the offer to curl up next to her and stuff candy into his mouth for just a few minutes any less inviting. Lily’s presence lent a feeling nearly just as comforting as being around any of the other Marauders, with the bonus of no requirements of total honesty. 

 “Definitely not busy. Well.. maybe currently ignoring anything that would make me busy,” He sighed, pushing himself up on one elbow after a solid minute of drifting dangerously close to dozing off, scrubbing a hand tiredly through his hair. “What about you, though? Got any really creative complaints from our student body today?” 

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sybill; (sybilldebate)

“Who greenlighted that movie? No, the real question is, who greenlighted three of them. Anyway, em, here’s some stupid pun ideas.” Sybill was suddenly shy, afraid Remus might laugh at some of their ideas and not in a good way. They should have known better than to say they had suggestions to Remus Lupin, one of the school’s four pranksters and clowns. Silly girl, always and forever. Tries to make friends, tries to be useful, and it just…will fall flat every time. But they still offered ideas, so she had no choice now but to offer them. “A cow print outfit and angel wings and a halo - Holy Cow. Party animals, your favorite animal and a typical party outfit, there’s lots to do with that. Um. Sponges? Self-absorbed, so if you’ve a talent for sewing you could sew sponges all over. Oh, oh, pothead. A plastic flower pot filled with plastic plants, cut holes for your head and eyes. They’re all silly, but, my humor is limited to puns.”

“Every genre should be able to make fun of itself every once in a while,” Remus countered lightly, “That’s why Cabin in the Woods is so good, y’know, for a horror movie.” The genre in itself had never appealed to him greatly, but the reasons why were hardly a leap for those with the right insight and Remus propped his elbow up on the table, resting his chin in his hand and squinting thoughtfully as Sybill rattled off their list after a moment’s hesitation, snickering at ‘party animal’ and the idea of what kind of puns James could pull out of a hat from that particular line of thought. “Course not, I asked for puns and you delivered, how could I be disappointed?” The words were delivered with a gentle tease, but Remus’ expression was as open as he allowed with those who fell under the category of friendly acquaintances, and while maybe that wasn’t the truest label for the tentative relationship he and Sybill had struck up, it was good enough for now. “Personally, Holy Cow was my favorite. If you aren’t laying claim I might actually have to take it.” 

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werewolves are gay culture, whichever angle you look at it there’s nothing heterosexual about being a werewolf

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regulus; (rablackstar)

Remus Lupin was not just looking back at him, he was staring. His eyes hadn’t left Reg’s face and Regulus was forced to gulp back nerves that had suddenly risen in his throat. Nobody ever looked at him like that…and perhaps even more frightening was that he didn’t want to look away either. Remus’ eyes finally darted down to the book and Regulus’ eyes instinctively followed, then looking the older boy up and down briefly as Remus mumbled. 

Reg couldn’t help but smile again, pushing off from the bookshelf and pacing around a couple of steps to stand in front of Remus. They were almost the same height, Remus would have only been a couple of inches taller if he wasn’t hunched over. There was something comfortable about that. Regulus exhaled a light laugh – make friends, meet new people “…Now why would I want to do that?” He grinned, then furrowing his brows with humoured curiosity “I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.” He teased, stepping forward and tilting his head to the side, flicking through the pages of the book in his hand.

“I know a lot about you. I mean…for one, I know that you’re super into…” Regulus flicked the book over in his hands “…Magical Lawn Pests..” He laughed, stepping forward, right into Remus’ personal space and reaching past him to put the book back on the shelf next to his head, not breaking eye contact as he did so. “Do you know anything about me? Other than…whatever lies my brother has told you… do you actually know who I am?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious.

That was just the thing, wasn’t it. Nobody knew who he was, nobody had gotten close enough - everyone seemed content with surface value or just…assumed that if they knew Sirius, they knew Regulus too - how could Regulus possibly be any different. Nobody bothered, they didn’t need to. But maybe, maybe Remus would care…or could care.

“…Would you like to know?”

Strangely, it was the sudden closeness that helped Remus start to piece together some sort of normal front, another little bit of familiar he could grab onto. James’ frequent affectionate touches, arms slung around shoulders, ruffling hair; Sirius’ own playful disregard for his friend’s personal space, Remus knew how to handle those. And this was different from last time -- the library was far from an isolated corridor at night, even alone in the aisle together Remus could hear the hushed chatter of other students and the occasional snap of the librarian, a buffer against the wildcard of being truly alone with Regulus again. He’d already kissed him, after all. What more shocking than that could he possibly do? 

“I think it would be close to impossible to mistake you for anyone.” Remus remarked finally, eyes narrowing a bit out of that underlying confusion, doing his best to ignore the next step ( - and maybe thinking about kissing Reg again had been a mistake when the other seemed to think that just a little bit closer was not close enough). 

Don’t break eye contact. He’ll just win again, it was easy enough last time. Except with that final third step, Regulus’ words took precedent over the distraction of his proximity and Remus’ brow furrowed in immediate response, unconsciously mirroring that little tilt of the other’s head. He didn’t know him -- nothing beyond what was easiest to learn, what tidbits had slipped from the iron safe locking up Sirius’ past, but hadn’t he wanted to? Wasn’t that the whole point of the venture that had gotten them in this mess to begin with?  And here was Regulus offering him the answers on a silver platter. It seemed too good to be true and it probably was, but the temptation was there, itching at him with threats of missed opportunity. 

What was the best thing to say to him? The truth -- that Sirius had rarely talked about him at all, but for the fact that their parents had managed to keep their claws stuck in their youngest son even after losing the first? Would lying and saying Sirius had dripped all sorts of venom about his brother into the Marauders ears be what Reg wanted to hear; would that be the most validating? Remus swallowed thickly and went for the opposite of answering, already knowing the affirmative in his heart either way.

“Would you tell me the truth?”  

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frank; (frankly-longbottom)

The sun shone brightly down on the courtyard, and Frank made it a case to find the best sunlit spot in the area. Shuffling through a costume catalog and slightly irritated as he flipped each page, he didn’t know why he even bothered. The Longbottoms were never very good at holidays, especially when it came down to spending money for one night every year. Still, he had a bit of spending money from his seasonal job at the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley.

“I don’t even know why I bothered filling out that compatibility questionnaire,” he said softly, looking up at the person beside him. “I should just stay in and study for my Charms exam, heavens know I need it.”

Remus sighed, leaning back against the nearest sun-baked column and letting the warmth soak into his skin through his robes, “I’m having very similar thoughts.” Their reasons for wanting to skip on all the masquerade had to offer were most likely vastly different (he could already feel his ‘time of month’ coming on, a tension headache plucking at the very front of his skull that no amount of rubbing at his eyes would get rid of), but the sincerity was clear in Remus’ tone. He let his head fall to the side, idly looking at the pages of Frank’s catalog, a small smile tugging at his lips as one particular selection brought Sybill’s puns back to mind. 

Marauder or no, Frank was still subject to all their dorm-contained antics and that was enough for another stroke of sympathy, Remus’ expression turning a tad more chagrined at the mention of exams, “Can’t imagine we’re helping you out with that one very much. Maybe the best idea would be to banish everyone from our room and cram.” 

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sirius; (ofstvrs)

“Unlikely hypotheticals,” Sirius scoffed quietly, a heavy sigh escaping him without so much as a by your leave. He lifted his hand, curling a strand of Remus’ hair around his fingertip and tugging on it just a little. There were words sitting on his chest like a hag, and when he opened his mouth to take a breath it felt almost impossible. The weight of it was too much. He’d betrayed his best friend, done the unspeakable, and it had haunted him every day since then. Sirius tugged Remus in even closer, their feet slowing. He twisted a little, and in the empty corridor, he pressed his forehead to Remus’, breathing him in. I’m sorry. It choked him, twisting up in his throat, the snake filling him with its poison. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry. Sirius gripped the back of Remus’ neck tightly, and growled under his breath when he just couldn’t make the words come out. “Remus- Why don’t you hate me?”

It was the second time in as many days Remus had found himself so closely embraced by one of his friends and he had no idea what to do with it -- the desperation quivering in Sirius’ fingers, the raw edge of his voice. Remus didn’t have to ask what he meant. They both knew intrinsically, couldn’t avoid the fucking elephant in the room. Maybe ‘the werewolf in the shack’ would be more fitting a phrase, and Remus caught an inappropriate burble of laughter at the back of his throat at the thought, automatic in defense to the sudden onslaught of every frustration he’d buried. “I don’t think I could.” He fought back a grimace; the words came out with little thought attached but they were honest in the way sudden statements always were. That kind of honesty wouldn’t be helpful now, though. Remus lifted his hands, slow, carefully taking Sirius by the wrists. “I was angry with you. I am angry with you.” He was, and it was a strange weight off his chest to say it, “But I don’t hate you, Pads, I never will. I promise.” 

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Remus Lupin Masquerade Outfit (As designed by James Potter)

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Ⓐ (love him)

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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regulus; (rablackstar)

Kissing Remus Lupin had been an impulse decision. One made after Regulus spent an hour dashing around a quidditch pitch, so the adrenaline had still been firing in his bloodstream and there was the added fact that he’d thought about kissing Remus Lupin more than once before. Of course he had. Sirius’ cool older friends, untouchable, unreachable. They’d been treated like gods since Reg was just a kid, the way Sirius had come home and raved about them endlessly. Their summers together after Sirius started school consisted mostly of Sirius retelling thrilling stories of their adventures together at school – which made it even worse when Reg got to Hogwarts and things…weren’t quite the same for him. 

In fact seeing Sirius around the halls with these friends Reg had heard so much about…it made him jealous. They were all so happy all the god damn time. And so yeah…maybe Reg had considered just how crazy, how hilarious it would be to steal one of those friends from his spoilt brother. It kind of helped that Remus was the best looking of the bunch (and the most like himself from what Sirius had told him) – and then there was the fact that they’d been alone, in a hallway, with Remus basically telling him to kiss him. He’d definitely been flirting, why else would he pull him up like that, wander slowly as if wishing for something to happen …and then not push him away when it did. 

Remus had of course been avoiding Regulus ever since, quite obviously too. More than once, Reg had seen a dull coloured woollen jumper disappear around a corner, into a crowd or in this case, behind a bookcase. Slinking away from his friends (more like acquaintances, let’s be real), Regulus snuck around to the other side of the aisle. He sidled up to Remus from behind with every intention to scare the shit out of him, whispering “Who are we hiding from?” 

Regulus grinned, then reaching up directly behind himself to pull down a book, flipping it open in front of his face Podrick Papen’s Encyclopaedia of Parasites - he reached over with his other hand to grab the book Remus was holding, swapping them over “Here, yours is more interesting.” Regulus winked, holding the book upside-down and scanning his eyes over it before glancing sideways at Remus with a smirk. “Do you want to swap back or…?”

There was a moment’s relief and then Remus’ heart jumped up in his throat as Regulus suddenly appeared far closer than he had any right to be, freezing up until the face clicked and the other’s words fully processed in his mind -- who are we hiding from? Remus barely held back the accusation hovering on the tip of his tongue: you. He didn’t even have to say it; the cheeky grin that flashed across Regulus’ face was statement enough of that particular shared knowledge and for one uncharacteristic moment he was almost irritated with it. Not quick enough, the cogs in his mind jerked back into working order and Remus slowly lowered his shoulders from where they had hiked up to his ears at the shock, eyes darting down to the briefly empty air between his hands Regulus quickly replaced with another text, then back up to the Slytherin who was looking far too self-satisfied to be any sort of reasonable. 

He looked too much like Sirius, Remus thought despairingly, that was the problem. He couldn’t look at him too long without every detail of his features reminding him of that, without seeing Sirius’ face and becoming acutely aware of wrong-bad of this.. thing between them he couldn’t name. But it wasn’t a thing, Remus was quick to correct himself, hastily backtracking on the thought that gave him and Regulus some deeper relationship. It was an accident. The entire incident, it had to be. 

He realized he’d been staring at the younger boy too long to not be noticeable, Remus’ mouth snapping shut as he directed his eyes downwards at the irrelevant text again to collect his scattered thoughts. He couldn’t run away now. And wasn’t talking what he’d been aiming for with the younger Black all along? “.. I hope you don’t make a habit out of creeping up on people like that,” Remus managed, shutting the book but still cradling it against his chest, almost a shield, “I can’t imagine that helps you make friends and meet new people.”

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Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral??? || acquaintance??? || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend || BONUS: ???????????

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy confuse me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god no, they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them (just not with.. everything) || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[remushq-blog]

Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never (both for gay and friendly reasons lbr) || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them (but maybe don’t reveal quite as much as I could) || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies(?) || rivals || (once) indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them || bonus: i’m lowkey a little afraid of them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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Prongs && Moony

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james; (prongspatrol)

James debated pulling away- the air between them had become stilted with something that James couldn’t quite put his finger on. Whether it was the unwillingness of Remus to divulge further or James’ inability to ask say the right thing he wasn’t sure, but he grasped for the right thing to say- James was always under the impression that there was a phrase in any given moment that might be the key to solving any problem- the only issue was that he never quite knew what that phrase would be. Sure, he tried his best, but something was telling him that he just hadn’t done enough this time. Remus knew that he loved him, but was that enough when James hadn’t done anything to really get to the heart of the problem. James wasn’t even actually sure that he knew the depth of the damage that had been caused by Sirus’s thoughtlessness. 

The change in Remus’s posture caused James to move with him, allowing the boy a bit more space to breath; their warm embrace now felt as if he was holding his brother in a chokehold, “Are you kidding, Remus? You could never ruin the mood for pasta. ‘M pretty sure the only person who could put me off my meal is Minnie, and as far as I know she’s nowhere to be seen.” He felt a particularly painful pang in his heart and he watched his opportunity to really talk to Remus slip between his fingertips. 

The laugh that came out of Remus then was rusty and not entirely sincere, but James was still trying, that was worth something. That effort was James’ signature, always trying, always looking after Remus no matter how guilty that careful attention made him feel. It always turned into guilt in the end, didn’t it? He knew he could never pay him back for it. Even this small moment, the comfort he was gifted in James’ embrace, the immediacy to how the other boy had dropped everything just because a hint that perhaps things weren’t as fine as they seemed -- Remus had no idea where to begin. But he was still smiling, even if it was a tiny wavering thing, the sudden rush of gratitude that came with his thoughts as warming as James’ body against his own. “Good. I know the world’s still functioning properly if that student athlete appetite is intact.”

Maybe the place to start was honesty, but what a terrifying thing that was. He kept his head down, tempted just to rest it on James’ shoulder again, and reached the toy idly with the hem of his shirt even if only to find something for his hands to do. “I think I’m going mad waiting for something to happen. For.. someone to say something, y’know?” the confession came out soft, almost inaudible until Remus built up more of his courage, “Sometimes I wish it would just happen so I didn’t have to wait anymore.”