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when evan says hes pulling out barty asks if he hates him
this fanfic shit easy
remus the waist grabber lupin
la raven boys
another warmup,, drawing them is scratching my brain
Stranger Things x Reader Requests
hello!!! I want to do some 'x reader' stuff!!!
here's the characters I write for!
Steve Harrington x Reader Eddie Munson x Reader Jonathan Byers x Reader Robin Buckley x Reader (my fav) Nancy Wheeler x Reader Billy Hargrove x Reader
Please send in requests! And it would be highly appreciated if your request is as detailed as possible!
I may do a prompt list later in the future, it just depends on if I really get any requests lol.
What about number 40? With Remus? Where Remus is the "you're so pretty." And the reader just spoils Remus with compliments when Remus doesn't believe them when they're like "have you looked in the mirror?"
prompt: 40- "You're so pretty." "Have you looked in the mirror?"
pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader
summary: You just can't help but admire how beautiful Remus Lupin is. When he doesn't believe a word your saying, you make sure to layer it on thick.
warnings: none!!! just a short and sweet story!!
notes: I love Remus Lupin so frickin much. That's it. That's the note.
The later afternoon light in Remus' flat was warm and drowsy, spilling through the blinds in soft stripes. You were curled up comfortably on his couch, one of his worn knit blankets was draped over you, the scent of his laundry soap clinging faintly to it. Across the room, Remus sat in his favorite armchair, half turned towards you with a steaming mug in one hand and a worn out paperback book in the other.
He wasn't reading to you, not exactly. He was talking about the book as he read it, his hands moving just slightly when he got to certain points that really intrigued him.
His voice was steady but quiet, the kind of tone of voice you could let wash over you like background noise.
But you weren't following the plot of the book anymore at all. You just couldn't help it. You were too focused on watching him.
The way his hair curled just a bit at the ends. How his sweater sleeves were pushed up, revealing the scattered scars along his forearms. The way his mouth quirked at the end corners when he was about to say something he thought the author of the story didn't get quite right. The lines at the corners of his eyes that told stories about years of smiling and years of surviving.
18 with male reader? And Barty?
prompt: 18- “Dude, you’re soaked.” “I left my umbrella in your car and dropped my key in a storm drain. Where have you been?”
pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x Male!Reader
summary: Barty has been ignoring you, so you decide to go to his apartment unprompted. All hurt and angst, maybe the littlest sliver of comfort at the end. Barty is toxic, of course.
warnings: Toxic relationship, reader can't catch a break, is Barty being sincere or is it manipulation? depends on how you see it.
notes: This is super short I apologize. I hope I did Barty okay! This is lowkey just angsty because I've been feeling angsty.
You don't know what hurts more, the cold rain stinging your skin like needles, or the way your chest is splitting open with every single step you took towards Barty's apartment.
The rain had started as a light drizzle when you left your place. A petty and impulsive choice made in extreme frustration, hell, maybe even desperation. Now the rain was pouring down, as well as a full blown storm. It was angry and relentless. Like it knows exactly what you were feeling on the inside.
You were drenched by the time you made it to Barty's building. Absolutely soaked through your entire hoodie, jeans heavy with rain, and shoes squelching every time your feet hit the pavement. Your fingers are stiff from the cold of the rain as you tried desperately to dig in your pocket for the spare key Barty gave you months ago. Back when things were easier. Back when he actually wanted you in his life.
18 with male reader? And Barty?
prompt: 18- “Dude, you’re soaked.” “I left my umbrella in your car and dropped my key in a storm drain. Where have you been?”
pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x Male!Reader
summary: Barty has been ignoring you, so you decide to go to his apartment unprompted. All hurt and angst, maybe the littlest sliver of comfort at the end. Barty is toxic, of course.
warnings: Toxic relationship, reader can't catch a break, is Barty being sincere or is it manipulation? depends on how you see it.
notes: This is super short I apologize. I hope I did Barty okay! This is lowkey just angsty because I've been feeling angsty.
You don't know what hurts more, the cold rain stinging your skin like needles, or the way your chest is splitting open with every single step you took towards Barty's apartment.
The rain had started as a light drizzle when you left your place. A petty and impulsive choice made in extreme frustration, hell, maybe even desperation. Now the rain was pouring down, as well as a full blown storm. It was angry and relentless. Like it knows exactly what you were feeling on the inside.
You were drenched by the time you made it to Barty's building. Absolutely soaked through your entire hoodie, jeans heavy with rain, and shoes squelching every time your feet hit the pavement. Your fingers are stiff from the cold of the rain as you tried desperately to dig in your pocket for the spare key Barty gave you months ago. Back when things were easier. Back when he actually wanted you in his life.
Can we please please please please get a number 17 with Marlene and a female reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm begging you. Where the reader is scared of storms and Marlene jokes at first but she ends up comforting her in the end
prompt: 17- "You're scared of storms? Seriously?"
pairing: Marlene Mckinnon x Female!Reader
summary: Y/N is scared of storms, and Marlene thinks it's little funny...at first. Then when she realizes it hurts Y/N's feelings, she feels like an asshole. Some nice fluffy fluff at the end.
warnings: talk of being scared of storms & childhood friends being assholes
notes: I love Marlene more than I love myself. I yearn to write more for her. Pls send in prompt requests that are pinned on my page, or just requests in general!!!
The first crack of thunder was distant enough not to have the panic set in just yet, it was just a low rumble threading through the walls of Marlene's apartment. It was like a whisper of what was to come. You were sitting cross legged on her couch, your blanket tucked around your lap and your phone clutched loosely in your hand as the TV flickered through some shitty reality show neither of you had really been paying attention to
You just kept telling yourself, 'It's just some rain. It's just stupid weather. You're fine. It's going to be fine.'
But the tension was starting to set in your shoulders. The wind outside was picking up, enough that you could hear it pushing against the windows like an unwanted guest trying to get in. The once soft patter of rain had now turned to something that was heavier and more relentless.
Marlene had only been gone twenty minutes. She'd left to grab pizza from the corner place two blocks down, deciding it wasn't worth making someone deliver so close to the store. She insisted she could make the trip herself in ten minutes. That had been before the sky opened up and decided to ruin your night.
WADING IN WAIST HIGH WATER
Remus in a nutshell. 🧡
I adoooreee this fic. Seriously. It's lovely.
fic by @colgatebluemintygel
We all know this meme. It just fits him too perfectly, not to draw it...✨
Anyway, I hope you like it. 💌
Instagram: @p4perhug 🧡
#wadinginwaistwater #remuslupin=chaos #siriusissmitten
artist: mandarina_art
“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.
“Their eyes locked from across the room”
Can I get 47 with Remus and male reader? Pretty please
prompt: 47- “We should get you home.” “Well, that doesn’t sound very fun or very likely.”
pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader
summary: hurt/comfort, Remus doesn't know how to talk about things, and Y/N doesn't know how to deal with it anymore. When Remus finds Y/N drunk and takes him home, Remus decides to finally open up
warnings: more hurt than comfort tbh, arguments, Y/N gets drunk, and Remus is very sad
notes: I tried very hard on this, and I hope it's okay! It's x male reader, but there's limited to really no mention of the readers gender or pronouns.
The argument you and Remus had, was loud.
Not in volume, per se, Remus rarely raised his voice at you, but it was loud in the weight it held. Every word spoken between the two of you that night had carried the sting of weeks, maybe even months, of things left unsaid. Words sharp from being bottled up too long. They came out brittle, snapping off like dry branches under too much pressure.
You stood in the middle of the apartment's living room, fists clenched at your sides. You eyes were glassy, but not from tears yet, but from the kind of emotional exhaustion that makes you feel like you're drowning.
"You don't even talk to me anymore," You had said, voice cracking slightly. "You used to tell me when something was wrong. You used to trust me."
Can I get 47 with Remus and male reader? Pretty please
prompt: 47- “We should get you home.” “Well, that doesn’t sound very fun or very likely.”
pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader
summary: hurt/comfort, Remus doesn't know how to talk about things, and Y/N doesn't know how to deal with it anymore. When Remus finds Y/N drunk and takes him home, Remus decides to finally open up
warnings: more hurt than comfort tbh, arguments, Y/N gets drunk, and Remus is very sad
notes: I tried very hard on this, and I hope it's okay! It's x male reader, but there's limited to really no mention of the readers gender or pronouns.
The argument you and Remus had, was loud.
Not in volume, per se, Remus rarely raised his voice at you, but it was loud in the weight it held. Every word spoken between the two of you that night had carried the sting of weeks, maybe even months, of things left unsaid. Words sharp from being bottled up too long. They came out brittle, snapping off like dry branches under too much pressure.
You stood in the middle of the apartment's living room, fists clenched at your sides. You eyes were glassy, but not from tears yet, but from the kind of emotional exhaustion that makes you feel like you're drowning.
"You don't even talk to me anymore," You had said, voice cracking slightly. "You used to tell me when something was wrong. You used to trust me."