back to the night

peacefulnightmares  asked:

Drabble request: Sirius letting the reader paint his nails?

“Please?” You conjure up the best puppy dog eyes you can manage as you look at Sirius.

He shakes his head as he falls onto the Gryffindor couch. “You can’t really want this.”

“But I do.” You bounce onto the spot next to him, sitting cross-legged facing him. “You know you want me to.” You sing out, drawing out the ‘o’.

“I’m not sure I would say that.” He says with a teasing grin. He’s going to make you work for it.

You lean forward, resting your chin on his shoulder. The tip of your nose grazes his cheek. “You want me to.”

He laughs once, looking down at his hands. “You get to laugh at me and see everyone else laugh at me, but what do I get out of this?”

You lean back, celebrating. He’s giving in. “A deliriously happy girlfriend.”

He pretends to contemplate your suggestion, squinting his eyes in thought before shaking his head and looking at you. “Not enough.”

“You don’t want a happy girlfriend?”

“That line works on suckers. Which I, fortunately for us both,” he reaches out to brush some hair from your face, “am not.”

You roll your eyes. “I suppose I could throw a kiss or two in there.”

His grin widens. “Now you’re making an offer I can’t refuse.”

You bounce up and down. “So I can?”

He extends his left hand, laying it on your thigh. “I’m all yours.”

“Okay, don’t move.” You pull a small bottle of polish from your pocket and twist the cap off.

He raises an eyebrow. “Red?”

“For your house. Now sit still.” You mumble, taking his hand in yours.

You hold it tight, knowing how bad he is at not moving, but he does surprisingly well, not jerking his hand away or even saying anything until you finish with his pinky’s nail. You swipe your finger up the sides to wipe away any polish that leaked onto his skin and look up, a grin of pride spread across your face.

You turn as red as his nails, though, when you see that he’s already looking at you.


He opens his mouth, turning pink himself, but seems to decide on saying something else. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” You set his hand back on your thigh, letting the polish dry as you search his face, worried. Does he not like the polish? Had you made him do it when he really didn’t want to?

He dispels all your fears with an easy grin and a cocked eyebrow. “I wouldn’t want your ego to get too big.”

You let out your breath in a huff. Of course it’s nothing serious. “Do you think my ego’s too big already?”

“No, not at all.” He tilts his head. “But being one half of a power couple means it would be too easy for you to lose your humility.”

“So you’re protecting me by not telling me?”

He nods. “Exactly.”

“Sure. I totally believe that.” You say in a tone that indicates the exact opposite.
He places his hand in the palm you extend, letting you pull it back to you. “I’m serious.”

You let him sit in silence as you paint his nails, not wanting to egg him on further, but the longer you wait, the more you want to know what he was thinking. You don’t see him blush very often, and he was blushing just looking at you…

Fine. You give up.

“Come on, babe, tell me. Please?”

He brightens at your pet name. “I told you, it’s for your own safety.”

“What could you possibly say to inflate my ego so badly?”

His grin fades a bit as he looks at you again, but it returns full force a few seconds later when he taps his fingers against your thigh. “I mean, I’d expect anyone’s ego to take a hit if they found out the most suave and attractive guy at Hogwarts loves them.”

You freeze in the middle of a nail. Love. He’s never said that before.

Sirius loves you.

You turn bright red as you stare at his hand. “Oh? Potter loves me, does he?”

“Potter? I say the most suave guy and you think Potter?”

You bite your cheek as you smile at his fake outrage. “It’s too bad I love somebody else.”

Sirius shifts. “What a lucky fellow.”

“Yes,” you say, running the brush over his pinky’s nail, “he is. A lucky fellow with perfectly done red nails. Just let me add one more touch.”

You don’t know where you work up the nerve, but you dip the brush back in the polish, tap the sides free of droplets, and paint a heart in the middle of Sirius’s palm.

He raises his eyebrows. “How is the most suave man supposed to pick up girls now?”

You screw the cap back on the polish. “If he knows what’s good for him, I don’t think he’ll be looking for any more.”

Sirius grins, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

Your heart flutters when he doesn’t close his palm, purposefully leaving the heart intact as it dries.

Reasons why Kimura Jun is broke:

  • Buying out all the drinks from the vending machines. (ALL THE DRINKS)
  • Buying all the bread from the school store.
  • Buying medicine from Takemi.
  • Buying GUNS from the Economy.
  • Unhealthy eating choices (Big Bang Burger challenge)
  • Renting out movies.
  • Buying Ryuuji new stuff because he can’t keep buying shit second-hand.
  • Being Healthy (the juice in the underground walkway on Sundays)
  • Buying expensive nutrients for her plant.
  • PERSONA PERSONA PERSONA. (Igor and the twins are making bank from the compendium)

Anything else I’m missing?


Day and Night

“when in distress, draw a dude in a dress” is what i always say

and man a lot of you have been mentioning me on this post and the first time i saw it i fell in love but before drawing yuuri in that dress i had to find something for viktor and lo and behold i found this on my dash


now feels like an appropriate time to post this

If you could press a button that would give you a great deal of money, but it would cause someone you don’t know in a distant part of the world to die, then you would have a good model for how our current economy works.
—  Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale episode 105: “What Happened at the Smithwick House”

jstor is a wonderful resource, but it’s also dangerous because you’ll start out reading articles related to your lit essay and then before you know it it’s 3am and you’ve wasted the whole night reading about the perceived threat of witchcraft towards fishing vessels in 18th century dorset


An afternoon date~

and a bonus


Tv show aesthetic: Invader Zim

“You have to observe what these… Earthenoids consider to be… normal. Then, based on your observations, we make our disguises… and our home.“