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peter a. pettigrew // human disaster

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ofgideon:

location: great hall date: october 31st, just before midnight open to: anyone

It was colder outside, the mask he’d pulled off a few minutes ago hanging dumbly in his hand by his side. By now, everyone was beginning to scatter, making their moves to get away from the hall as quickly as possible. It didn’t matter that much to him, considering that he’d lost his date a while ago, and he wish he could’ve been surprised. Cynicism wasn’t a shade that he wore well, surliness and frowns doing a hell of a job tonight. Maybe Greta had noticed and ditched him. Or maybe he ditched her, he couldn’t even remember. After fighting with Fabian, only to end up breaking another fight, everything just seemed to blur into one big bitter mess. Though he was sure that whatever the punch had been spiked with wasn’t helping the matter, the sickly sweet taste on his tongue mixing with the strong acrid taste underneath it. 

Gideon realized that curfew was going to be approaching soon, and eventually the professors would be around in an attempt to try and corral the students into the rules once more, as if the previous hours had never happened - but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with them. He leaned back against the brick wall behind him, before noticing the figure approaching. Forcing a smile onto his face, he wrinkled his nose. “You’re too late if you were coming to ask for my hand to dance. Missed the oppurtunity of a lifetime right there,” he said, laughing flatly before shaking his head. That’s what everyone had their ‘perfect match’ for, after all - wasn’t it?

“Hey.”

Tried as he did to stave off the note of disillusionment hanging off the vestiges of his words, Peter simply didn’t have it in him anymore. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d tried to fit in too many activities in the span of a night (and not even a full night even, not by his standards) - keeping an eye on Remus, trying not to embarrass himself in front of his match, realize once and for all that he’d somehow, for some reason unbeknownst to him, gotten Fabian Prewett and attempting to deduce how he felt about the revelation, all the while maintaining his calm and his composure - but he was exhausted, he was spent... but apparently not enough to ignore the siren call that was the sight of Gideon across the room, alone and frowning and urging him to turn said lips upside down.

Had he seen though? Did he know that he’d gotten, of all people, his twin as his date?

With the greeting came a lame wave of his hand and a smile that, despite all other emotions, could not be stopped from spreading wide across his face. By his mere presence, his best friend elicited that out of him, and Peter had no complaints either way, it was nice to come down from the mild tension of the night to the familiar comforts of Gideon’s presence and company. “I was actually going to ask you if you’d wanna go find an empty classroom with me, but if a dance is all you’re looking for, I’m open to that too,” he joked wickedly, crashing on a spot on the wall next to the boy and nudging him with his elbow. “Unless you’ve been off to one already, I think I saw about... five couples not headed in the direction of the dorms.” In his hand was a cup of the punch still, staring down at it and swirling it now absentmindedly to just have something to and direct his attention to. With such close proximity, Peter could’ve sworn that he could feel the very aura of disappointment, of sadness radiating from his friend, and though he tried his best to distract him from it, there was still an intense desire within him to, if he could, take on the struggles that the other was having so he wouldn’t have to feel the way he did anymore. It wasn’t fair for someone with such a kind heart after all. “You, uh... you okay? Or would you rather not talk and just... I mean, I guess we can dance, if that’s something you really want to do. I’d rather we didn’t cause then you’d get to see how bloody awful I am at it, but you did say it’s the opportunity of a lifetime so maybe I should get my shot in while we’re here, right?”

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selwyns:

“Oh, don’t apologize, Peter,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Truthfully, the state of his notes was rather pitiful, she wondered how he could find anything at all in all of those crumpled papers. She had grown into neatness by way of strict parents and an undying want for everything to look nice, and she couldn’t imagine living any other way. Though she supposed, like with her inclination for organization– her planner, the writing and rewriting and highlighting of notes– it was something one could simply get used to. “We all have our way of doing things. If you can, maybe try rewriting them around exams. It’ll help you remember, and then you’ll have a nice, neat copy of your notes so things’ll be easier to find and you won’t have to decipher any of that scribbled handwriting of yours.” Her smile brightened at the mention of the sticky notes. She wasn’t sure if they’d be used at all, and had been slightly worried that her attempt at helpfulness might come off as naggy. “You’re very welcome! I’m so glad they’ve come to good use.” 

“Yes, I’m going to the Great Hall, but you don’t have to worry about my books. Just walk with me,” she clutched her books to her chest in protest and, before he could take his hand away, she took his arm in hers. “Well, we’ll fix that. The hunger, I mean, not the nerves. Hopefully, the nerves too, but there’s only so much I can do. What kind of bad feelings? Date related, or general dance related? Or both?”

“Sorry, I-...” he tacked on lamely, more than ready to go into a lengthier spiel of apologies about nothing in particular until he registered what she was saying and promptly bit his lip. And at a good time too, cause Peter was more than likely to apologize for apologizing on and on and on until... well, until forever, if it came down to it, there was everything and nothing that he felt sorry about. All of that didn’t make him any less embarrassed for the state of his affairs though, and were his mother still alive, likely she would be berating his illegible scribbles, he could even imagine her face as she did it, but sadly, that was the extent of that. Classes made him anxious that he wouldn’t get everything down that he needed to know if he didn’t write fast enough, so he wrote like he was running out of time. “I’ll try. I mean, I’d probably like to get at them way before exams, even, but between everything, I just never seem to have the time,” ironic, considering how he had more than enough time to daydream and dissociate as he pleased, but he couldn’t give that up for rewriting his notes. “I’ll definitely get to it though, don’t worry.” He nodded vigorously, excited that he’d impressed her with such a small thing. “Yeah! You gave me a whole bunch, I don’t think I’d ever get around to finishing them off while I’m here. My favorite are the orange ones.”

No, no, I insist! he would’ve said, had she not taken him completely by surprise - shock, even - at the sudden closing of the space between them and the intimacy of close contact. Heck, it wasn’t even close contact, it was skin on skin, enough that he could feel the warmth of her arm on his and, he was sure, she could feel the same, what with the way that he was burning up red hot with sheepishness. “Oh, uh...” Overwhelmed by all of it coming at him all at once: the touching, the questions, the movement, it took a while for Peter to peel it all apart sentence by sentence to figure out what he ought to say next. “I dunno, I guess like... do you really think that they’d get you you “match” like they said they would? I mean, it’s probably not the real real thing, right? And it’ll just be like, who chose the same answers as you and everything. Either way, I don’t think whoever gets me is gonna like me much, I’m thinking I might just skip it... or is that worse somehow?”

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fabeing:

The dorm rooms and halls had been filled with nothing but excitement since the earliest of the mornings, and Fabian had woken up to the expectant squeals and chatters of their housemates. But as they looked in the mirror and brushed their hair back, a small sigh escaped their lips and they began to recognize that what they were feeling was closer to dread than excitement, nervousness that they had been trying to fight this entire week at the very real possibility that they might end up disappointing their mystery date. Doesn’t matter, they tried telling themselves, even muttering the words out loud to see if it helped them believe it. Which was exactly why they spent the majority of the day at the greenhouse, letting the feeling of wet, cold dirt underneath their fingers remind them that there were better things to worry about. 

But the sun set sooner than Fabian would have liked, and they managed to make it back to their room just in time to wash themselves off and get ready for the party. And as they stood in fornt of the mirror for the second time that day, Fabian was beginning to think that the night wouldn’t turn out so badly after all. Perhaps it was the joint they’d smoked earlier at the greenhouse, or the shot of firewhisky they’d taken right after the shower, or even the fact that they really didn’t look half-bad in the dark purple suit, almost proud that they’d managed to pull it off without anyone else’s help - especially their big brother’s. 

Their confidence only grew as they slipped on the mask and made their way, though quiet and still unnoticed, into the ballroom, instantly mesmerized by the romantic, dimly lit lights all around the room, and the intricate - some more interesting than intricate - masks everyone seemed to be wearing. The fantasy was just as quickly broken when they heard a familiar voice calling them, and Fabian sharply turned around to shrug the hand off of their shoulder. “Gideon, I think the point is to not yell my name across the room and tell everyone who I am.” They whispered, an irrational, sudden pang of jealousy running through them as they took in Gideon, handsome and perfect as always. Only few more words were exchanged between the two of them before Fabian managed to disappear into the crowd, though they weren’t able to enjoy the newfound freedom for long as the professors began to shift through the students to pair them up. 

They really had little to no expectations on who their match might be or what they might look like, be like - even though a small part of them had hoped that their match might end up being Sirius. Still, Fabian found themselves being pleasantly surprised at their partner’s seemingly cheery tone, smiling back as they looked at him. 

“Well, I guess that’s me. Your date,” Fabian laughed, looking around and nodding in agreement. “It is a bit…much. I could use some air. And a drink or two.” More than happy to get away from the crowd (and the possibility that Gideon might try to find them again), Fabian gently reached out and took their date’s hand in theirs, pulling them towards the table where tiny little snacks and big crystal punch bowls were set up in a neat line. 

“So normally, I’d ask for your name, but I guess we’re technically not allowed to do that.” There was something strangely familiar about their match, though Fabian tried to remind themselves that figuring out who he was wasn’t the point of tonight - and it really wasn’t that particularly important, as long as they got along. “I really like what you’re wearing.” They said, instead, turning around to get a better look at their date’s outfit, “spiffy.” 

What was there to say really? And what was he to do in a situation so singularly unique as this was? Peter had never even thought that he would be part of an event such as this, the concept of such a prolonged anonymity with someone who is purportedly his “match” rubbing off on him as too wild of a risk, too much of an imposition. While he didn’t go seeking out romance or relationships, every now and then his mind had tended to flickered to the idea, wondering if it was something that he was ever to have or if, should something so impossible happen, it were to end in heartbreak as most people in his life have suffered through; backed up by his mother’s excited quips about someday meeting her grandchildren, one day walking him down the aisle... all that jazz that had been overwhelming then but was now, as most things in relation to her, a sad reminder of a could have been that was never to be.

Still though, skeptical as he remained about the whole process (surely answering a few questions wasn’t enough to determine who was most likely to give him a shot in an entire castle full of his peers, right?), maybe he could be swayed to trust the notion... you know, without going so far as to imagine that this was the person that he was going to spend the rest of his life with: Merlin knows if it wasn’t his general aura that ran off his date (their agreeing to the term made Peter’s lips split into a grin), that would. It did help that they had this lilt in their laughter that, as it looked briefly, to have caught Peter off-guard but the truth was, he’d just been stopped for a second by a fleeting vibe of familiarity to the sound. Good thing they pointed out that they weren’t exactly allowed to ask who was who, so it was easy enough for him to put it out of sight and out of mind. “I think we went past a bit much when they made us wear all these masks,” he remarked, laughing himself as he tapped at the side of his face. “I’m sorry that mine’s a little... unorthodox, but hey, at least it goes both ways, huh? Works for the ball, works for Halloween.”

Getting two cups, handing the other to them, before grabbing some treats, feeling heat rise from his chest, up his neck and settling on his cheeks at the compliment he received. Not that it was surprising, considering that he was wearing new clothes, expensive clothes, clothes that actually fit him well. “You’re one to talk, I mean... look at you,” he brandished at their direction. “I’m almost sorry now that I’m wearing black like so many other people here, you really upped your game and everything.” Frowning that he couldn’t really take their hand again with all that he was carrying - Peter was surprised at how much he liked the feeling, not just of holding their hand alone but also of holding someone’s hand in general - he led the way to the courtyard, gradually getting calmer now that there was significantly less people. When they reached one of the farther spots in the courtyard, setting everything down on the ledge overlooking the square, Peter allowed himself the luxury of really feeling the moment and... wow, how was he this not nervous? How could be so complacent so soon in a stranger’s company? That was... well, it was something, he didn’t know what, but it was something. 

Something... promising.

“I just.. I wanna preface this whole night by just getting this out there so I don’t keep thinking about it, but, uh... I really hope I don’t disappoint... you.”

[inmortals]

With some people, the minute you start talking, it feels like you’ve known them for years. It only means you were supposed to meet sooner. You’re feeling all the time you should’ve known each other, but didn’t. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

David Levithan in Two Boys Kissing (via inmortals)

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@fabeing​ // halloween masquerade

It wouldn’t be the first and it wouldn’t be the last, Peter could tell that much: one moment he was standing with the Marauders, hands clasped before him in half parts giddy and nervous anticipation, trying to laugh his way through the multitude of scenarios racing through his head on how he could fuck up monumentally and ruin the night of the poor soul who had the unfortunate luck of being matched with him. And the next, when he was having a conversation with Remus that could be summarised to ‘maybe I’d be spared the trouble because nobody really got paired with me and that’s a little sad but also great’; rubbing his palms surreptitiously on the back of his pants before remembering that James had gotten this entire outfit for him and that it very likely amounted to all his clothes combined and pulled them away in haste, only to feel a strong yet gentle hand clamp unto his wrist and make him visibly jump with the tiniest of squeaks slipping from his mouth.

Without even managing a goodbye to his friends, he felt himself be led away and in his panic, forgot that it was part of the entire event and had turned his head to gaze on the person in question, color draining from his face (not that it was visible, what with the mask on) when he saw none other than McGonagall, expression as steely and as serious as ever. Almost instinctively, Peter started to stammer out a poor defense - “I-It wasn’t me... us, professor!” - that only made the woman’s eyebrow quirk at the display, leaving him even more nervous than he should be... which was  supposed to be not at all, considering that he really hadn’t done anything and this was nothing more than a build up to...

His match. Another professor led the person to him, though Peter didn’t really get a glimpse of who it was because by then all that he could focus on was them. 

Could they tell who he was? Did they know? ... of course not... right? Or was it too obvious, with the mask and all? ... but then how could it be obvious when nobody knew about his double life? ... or did someone knew? Were they that someone? Where was Gideon so he can ask him all these things?

Calm down, Peter, ol’ boy... breathe. And stop calling yourself ol’ boy!

For a minute he stood there, grasping his match’s hand in his own and practically oblivious to the world, until it registered to him that he was safe in the cloak of anonymity that his mask gave him, safe in the reassurance that nobody could ever think it was Peter Pettigrew underneath such a slick and new suit; that he was, in essence, a new boy, a real boy, a practical Pinocchio. Smiling widely, reveling in the newfound confidence that such realities plus those two shots of... whatever it was Sirius had shoved at him to calm him down, he shifted closer to the other, all the while not releasing the connection. “I guess I’m your date for the evening,” he joked, though the tentativeness in the way that he said it betrayed just how it was more of a question than anything said in jest. Did this count as a date technically? He didn’t know, and he’d never been on one to form any comparison, although he was almost certain that dates didn’t usually entail being surrounded by a hundred other people in such close proximity.

“Do you want to head out to the courtyard for a bit so we can actually talk without all this?” He gestured around them, more to the noise than anything. “I can get us drinks and before we take a sip, we can bet on if someone’s managed to spike it already or not.”

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Peter Pettigrew Masquerade Outfit (As designed by James Potter)

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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.”

“I get that.”

If there was one thing that Peter was jarringly good at, it was this ability to pad almost noiselessly and catch a person unawares, and if he really wanted to, he can really make himself remarkably invisible in a room, staying stock still in a corner and quiet as a mouse. There almost never was any bad intention to it, simply this ingrained habit of being neither seen nor heard; though so many people have complained about him “sneaking up” on them, it did little to effect any actual change.

What this was, however, seemed to be a case of him having settled next to Frank minutes ago, only for the other to only speak up now and assure Peter that his presence hadn’t been that forgotten. Or maybe it was mere coincidence that Frank had spoken up to nobody in particular and he happened to be the closest audience to it. 

“They made me though. I think it would’ve been nice, staying in while they’re all out. At least it’ll be quiet in the dorm finally, huh?”

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sybilldebate:

“I don’t suppose we have to,” Sybill said, heaving a sigh. “But what’s the fun of Halloween without costume? Peter, don’t be a sad shrub for Halloween, I’ll help you think of a costume. Do you like puns? I like pun costumes. We can get little chicken stuffed animals and sew them onto a suit. A chick magnet. Or another idea is a nice suit and you can write ‘I’m Sorry’ on your forehead and go as a formal apology.”

Though he still frowned at her comment - don’t be a sad shrub for Halloween... although thinking about it did hit him with the accuracy of such a description - Peter did understand just why it was that she’d said it. Not that it made him feel any more inclined towards working at an outfit, but at the very least, he did stop to consider her suggestions as valid ones... you know, for Sybill. Considering the way that her mind worked. “Those sound... not bad...?” He tried, he really did, to make sure his voice was devoid of any and all skepticism, but... chick magnet? formal apology? As a joke, sure, Peter enjoyed them, but imagining himself as them... man, he can hear the laughter and the jeers already. “Or maybe not good. I’m starting to think sad shrub is the way to go, after all.”

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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 (also according to the man himself. and peter recognizes) || 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 (though not for lack of teasing) || 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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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 (according to the man himself which… peter just nods his head along to bc. shrug) || 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 would let them die by handing them over to the dark lord || 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 (in a good way) || 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 (almost completely) 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 because he’s Het

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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

[jayedine]

[jeffreysdeanmorgan]

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fabeing:

“Yeah, of course it is. You know how many times I heard people talking about how nervous they were they weren’t going to get a good match? Or that the system is rigged and it’s just a cruel joke Dumbledore’s playing on all of us?” Fabian laughed, finding Peter’s reaction somewhat endearing. They’d always felt like Peter was one of the gentler members of the Marauders, something they appreciated, especially since it seemed like Peter would be good influence on their brother, as well.

“I like what you’re wearing now. I’m sure you’ll find something.” They said, after giving Peter a quick once-over, “but with Gid, I’ve got this bad feeling he’s going to try to wear something ridiculous. He’ll listen to you more than he does me, I think.”

“I mean... I guess that makes sense,” and that was all that he could say about the matter now because the affirmation of having comforted Fabian really threw him off guard and for a loop. Maybe this was the start of his forming a better... whatever their standing was with each other, friendship? acquaintance? I’m close with your brother-ship? And he could finally get to know the other half of a whole. Or at the very least, maybe he would have someone to share some of his concerns about Gideon to, like the other’s sadness about his breakup with Amelia that he still desperately hoped he could wipe away like it were merely a smudge on his cheek. “I think it’ll actually make sense if Dumbledore is pranking us, it’s a little up his alley to kind of... do something weird like that, I think.”

Once again, Peter found himself looking at Fabian with an expression that wasn’t even close to capturing the shock that their words brought: he knew that his clothes were less than fashionable, they weren’t even that good and the least in all of his things that he spent money on. If it hadn’t been for his foster parents, likely Peter would still be sporting the same clothes he owned since he came into Hogwarts, only this time they would be fitting him much better than the way that they used to sag over his small form. “What, do you think he’d come dressed as a vampire or something?” he joked, cracking a grin... until he remembered that vampires were definitely a real thing and that he’d, once again, mixed up the fiction of the Muggle world with the reality of the Wizarding one, and rushed to remedy it with a long string of rambled words. “Not that I’m saying that that’s a bad thing, they... well, I mean, vampires can rock like, wearing long capes and stuff like that... though I guess Gid’s, uh... his date or... or I guess, his match, wouldn’t exactly like that, I reckon. But I bet he’d still pull it off, he can probably pull off anything, but it won’t be the best outfit for a ball, I guess... is what I’m saying.” Wow. Saying date left a bad taste in his mouth. Huh.

[ikubli]

aesthetics / the marauders (allurehq)

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

[wormfail-blog]

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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 Very 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