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hola! okay, i’m a big fan of shy remus. i was wondering if you could write something where remus is into reader and remus has 0 game so he has no idea how to talk to her so sirius and james go into full wingman mode and try to help him out but remus is just cringing at the attempts. only if ya want :) i love your writing!!

hello!!! shy!remus has my whole heart 🤎 i love an awkward bumbling boy! i hope you like it!

Shy!Remus Lupin x Reader 💌 1.6k words

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The library was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of quills against parchment and the distant hum of students whispering. You sat at your usual table, lost in a book, completely unaware that across the room, Remus Lupin was dying.

Not literally, of course. But close enough.

“You’re staring again, mate.” James nudged him with his elbow, grinning. “Bit creepy.”

“I’m not staring,” Remus muttered, tearing his eyes away from you and burying his nose in his Transfiguration textbook.

“Oh, you absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, propping his feet up on the table and leaning back in his chair. “It’s tragic, really. You have zero game.”

Remus groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need game. What I need is for you two to leave me alone.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look—the kind of look that usually meant trouble. Before Remus could protest, James shot up from his seat, grabbed a stack of books from the table, and marched toward you.

“James, what the hell are you doing?,” Remus whispered with panic. “No, no, no—”

Too late. James, ever the dramatic, tripped just as he reached your table. Books went flying, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess. You startled, looking up as James let out a loud, exaggerated, “Oh no!”

You blinked at him, setting your book down with a look of genuine concern. “Are you okay?”

James gasped, clutching his chest. “Oh, I’ll survive. It’s just—I was just carrying all these books to help my dear, scholarly friend Remus, who—oh look! Here he is now!”

Remus, who had been chasing after James in an attempt to stop him, froze as you turned your gaze to him. You stood up, crouching down to pick up a handful of books before walking over to him.

“You needed these?” you asked, holding the pile of books out to him with a friendly smile.

Remus opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. He’d suddenly forgotten every word in the English language.

“Oh, you’re such a doll for helping,” Sirius cut in, suddenly appearing at James’ side. “Remus here is very smart. Very bookish. Very single.”

Remus groaned, feeling his cheeks flush hot.

You laughed, clearly amused, and gently placed the stack of books in Remus’ arms. “Well, I hope this helps.”

Somehow, somehow, Remus managed to remember how to function long enough to wrap his arms around the books so they wouldn’t fall. “Th-thanks,” he stammered.

James and Sirius were practically vibrating with barely contained glee.

-~-~-~-~-

Charms class was supposed to be simple. Emphasis on supposed to be.

Remus had planned to keep his head down, focus on his incantations, and not embarrass himself in front of you for once. But, as always, James and Sirius had other ideas.

“You know what would really impress her?” Sirius whispered as they settled into their seats. “A grand, sweeping, show-stopping spell.”

James nodded sagely. “Something dazzling. Something unforgettable.”

“Something that won’t end with me in the hospital wing?” Remus muttered, already regretting ever letting the two of them find out about his crush.

But then you walked in, all smiles as you took your seat a row in front of him, and Remus forgot how to function. He could smell your perfume.

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, jolting Remu out of his trance. “Alright, class! Today, we’ll be practicing Wingardium Leviosa! I know you are all proficient with the charm, but with your NEWTs coming up, we need to go over everything. Partner up and begin.”

Remus barely had time to process before James was tapping your shoulder with enthusiasm. “Would you mind? Moony needs a partner!”

You beamed as you looked at Remus. “Looks like we’re working together then!”

Remus’ brain went blank as you clambered around to sit down next to him. Words? Who needed words?

Unfortunately, his body decided to communicate in incoherent panic instead of the spoken word, and as soon as he waved his wand, the feather the two of you were meant to levitate shot straight into Flitwick’s face.

James and Sirius snickered from a few feet away. Remus wanted to sink into the floor.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, giggling as you Accio’d the feather back over to the two of you. “Here, try again.”

Remus took a steadying breath. Focus. He could do this.

He waved his wand again.

The feather rose. Success!

And then it exploded into a cloud of glitter.

Sirius actually fell off his chair laughing. James was pounding the desk, wheezing. Flitwick, covered head to toe in shimmering dust, sighed heavily.

Remus was ready to die.

“Well,” you said with a kind smile, brushing glitter off your robes, “at least you made it sparkle.”

Remus groaned into his hands as James and Sirius continued their hysterics.

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Hogsmeade weekends were always Remus’ favorite. He loved relaxing, grabbing a Butterbeer with his friends, and mentally resetting after a long week. And he was planning to do just that- after the humiliating week he’d had, he couldn’t wait to get his mind off of things.

Unfortunately for him, Sirius and James had decided that a day in Hogsmeade was the perfect opportunity to help Remus talk to you.

“Today’s the day, Moony,” James said, slinging an arm around Remus’ shoulders as they walked toward the village. “You’re going to chat her up like a natural.”

“I talk to her all the time,” Remus muttered.

“Yes, but this time, you’re going to do it with charm,” Sirius added. “Which is why we’ve devised a foolproof plan.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

By the time they reached The Three Broomsticks, Remus was already bracing for disaster. And sure enough, the moment you walked in, James and Sirius executed what could only be described as a car accident of a plan.

James “accidentally” spilled Butterbeer on your sleeve, immediately launching into an exaggerated apology that somehow involved insisting Remus help clean it off as he boasted that Remus was particularly skilled with cleaning charms, after all of the accidents his friends seemed to have.

Sirius, meanwhile, loudly proclaimed, “You know, Moony’s been reading up on useful charms lately. Maybe he could show you a quick spell to clean it off?”

Remus glared at them both but turned to you with an apologetic look. “Uh, sorry about them.”

You laughed, shaking out your sleeve. “It’s fine, really. But if you do have a good spell for Butterbeer stains, I’d love to know.”

Remus, desperate to regain some dignity, muttered the incantation. Luck seemed to be on his side today—the stain vanished instantly.

Sirius and James exchanged victorious looks.

You smiled at Remus. “Impressive! I’ll have to have you teach me that one sometime.”

Remus turned red. James and Sirius high fived behind him. You went to join your friends, waving at Remus as you sat down with them. Sirius clapped Remus on the back. “See? A flawless execution.”

Remus groaned. “You two are the worst.”

James grinned. “Ah, you say that now. But when she finally asks you out, you’ll be kissing the ground we walk on, old friend.”

-~-~-~-~-

Remus was pacing. This was already a bad sign.

“Mate, relax,” James said, lounging on Remus’ bed in his dirty Quidditch kit, tossing a Snitch up in the air and catching it again. “It’s simple. Just be yourself.”

Remus stopped mid-step and turned to glare at him. “Just be myself?” he repeated. “That’s the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”

Sirius, sprawled across the floor flipping through a magazine, snorted. “I don’t know, Prongs. I think the glitter bomb might have been worse.”

“I panicked!” Remus hissed, running a hand through his hair. “You weren’t helping!”

“Which is why, this time, you’re just going to go up to her, act normal, and have a conversation like a functioning human being,” James said, sitting up. “No grand schemes, no staged accidents. Just talk to her.”

Remus swallowed hard, nodding. “Right. Just talk.”

He found himself in the library again later that evening, determined to have a normal conversation with you this time.

The plan lasted approximately five seconds.

Remus approached you and sat down in the chair across from you with an awkward smile. You had barely begun to greet him back when he, driven purely by panic, blurted out, “Your bones. They’re nice.”

A pause. A long pause.

James and Sirius, who had been hiding behind a nearby bookshelf, collapsed into each other trying to suppress their laughter.

You, to your eternal credit, just blinked at him before smiling, clearly trying not to laugh at his poor excuse for a compliment. “Uh, thanks?”

Remus wanted to die.

“No problem,” he managed, voice barely above a whisper before he stood up, turned on his heel, and walked straight into the bookshelf.

James was wheezing at this point, and Sirius had tears streaming down his face.

You, somehow amused rather than horrified, stood and grabbed his arm, turning him around as you examined his head. “You okay there, Remus?”

“Yep,” he squeaked, rubbing his forehead. “Perfectly fine.”

You laughed. “Well, if you ever want to talk more about bones, I’ll be here.”

With that, you returned to your table and picked up your book, and Remus stumbled away, head in his hands as Sirius and James howled in the background.

“That,” Sirius gasped between laughs, “was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

James wiped at his eyes. “Absolutely tragic. I loved it.”

Remus groaned. “I’m never showing my face again.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sirius grinned. “We’ll remind you of this moment forever.”

Just as Remus prepared to sink into eternal embarrassment, he heard footsteps approaching. You were back, standing in front of him with an amused glint in your eyes.

“Hey,” you said. “So, I was thinking—since you clearly appreciate good bone structure, maybe you’d like to grab a Butterbeer with me this weekend?”

Remus blinked, his brain short-circuiting. James and Sirius looked at you like you’d sprouted a second head.

“I—uh—yes! Yes, I would,” he finally managed, his voice raspy.

You grinned. “Great! See you then.”

As you walked away, Sirius clapped him on the back. “Well, Moony, you’ve got zero game, but somehow, it worked.”

James shook his head, watching your retreating form with amusement. “Proud of you, mate.”

Remus, still processing, could only nod. Maybe being himself was all he needed, after all.

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hola! okay, i’m a big fan of shy remus. i was wondering if you could write something where remus is into reader and remus has 0 game so he has no idea how to talk to her so sirius and james go into full wingman mode and try to help him out but remus is just cringing at the attempts. only if ya want :) i love your writing!!

hello!!! shy!remus has my whole heart 🤎 i love an awkward bumbling boy! i hope you like it!

Shy!Remus Lupin x Reader 💌 1.6k words

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The library was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of quills against parchment and the distant hum of students whispering. You sat at your usual table, lost in a book, completely unaware that across the room, Remus Lupin was dying.

Not literally, of course. But close enough.

“You’re staring again, mate.” James nudged him with his elbow, grinning. “Bit creepy.”

“I’m not staring,” Remus muttered, tearing his eyes away from you and burying his nose in his Transfiguration textbook.

“Oh, you absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, propping his feet up on the table and leaning back in his chair. “It’s tragic, really. You have zero game.”

Remus groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need game. What I need is for you two to leave me alone.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look—the kind of look that usually meant trouble. Before Remus could protest, James shot up from his seat, grabbed a stack of books from the table, and marched toward you.

“James, what the hell are you doing?,” Remus whispered with panic. “No, no, no—”

Too late. James, ever the dramatic, tripped just as he reached your table. Books went flying, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess. You startled, looking up as James let out a loud, exaggerated, “Oh no!”

You blinked at him, setting your book down with a look of genuine concern. “Are you okay?”

James gasped, clutching his chest. “Oh, I’ll survive. It’s just—I was just carrying all these books to help my dear, scholarly friend Remus, who—oh look! Here he is now!”

Remus, who had been chasing after James in an attempt to stop him, froze as you turned your gaze to him. You stood up, crouching down to pick up a handful of books before walking over to him.

“You needed these?” you asked, holding the pile of books out to him with a friendly smile.

Remus opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. He suddenly forget every word in the English language.

“Oh, you’re such a doll for helping,” Sirius cut in, suddenly appearing at James’ side. “Remus here is very smart. Very bookish. Very single.”

Remus groaned, feeling his cheeks flush hot.

You laughed, clearly amused, and gently placed the stack of books in Remus’ arms. “Well, I hope this helps.”

Somehow, somehow, Remus managed to remember how to function long enough to wrap his arms around the books so they wouldn’t fall. “Th-thanks,” he stammered.

James and Sirius were practically vibrating with barely contained glee.

-~-~-~-~-

Charms class was supposed to be simple. Emphasis on supposed to be.

Remus had planned to keep his head down, focus on his incantations, and not embarrass himself in front of you for once. But, as always, James and Sirius had other ideas.

“You know what would really impress her?” Sirius whispered as they settled into their seats. “A grand, sweeping, show-stopping spell.”

James nodded sagely. “Something dazzling. Something unforgettable.”

“Something that won’t end with me in the hospital wing?” Remus muttered, already regretting ever letting the two of them find out about his crush.

But then you walked in, all smiles as you took your seat a row in front of him, and Remus forgot how to function. He could smell your perfume.

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, jolting Remu out of his trance. “Alright, class! Today, we’ll be practicing Wingardium Leviosa! I know you are all proficient with the charm, but with your NEWTs coming up, we need to go over everything. Partner up and begin.”

Remus barely had time to process before James was tapping your shoulder with enthusiasm. “Would you mind? Moony needs a partner!”

You beamed as you looked at Remus. “Looks like we’re working together then!”

Remus’ brain went blank as you clambered around to sit down next to him. Words? Who needed words?

Unfortunately, his body decided to communicate in incoherent panic instead of the spoken word, and as soon as he waved his wand, the feather the two of you were meant to levitate shot straight into Flitwick’s face.

James and Sirius snickered from a few feet away. Remus wanted to sink into the floor.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, giggling as you Accio’d the feather back over to the two of you. “Here, try again.”

Remus took a steadying breath. Focus. He could do this.

He waved his wand again.

The feather rose. Success!

And then it exploded into a cloud of glitter.

Sirius actually fell off his chair laughing. James was pounding the desk, wheezing. Flitwick, covered head to toe in shimmering dust, sighed heavily.

Remus was ready to die.

“Well,” you said with a kind smile, brushing glitter off your robes, “at least you made it sparkle.”

Remus groaned into his hands as James and Sirius continued their hysterics.

-~-~-~-~-

Hogsmeade weekends were always Remus’ favorite. He loved relaxing, grabbing a Butterbeer with his friends, and mentally resetting after a long week. And he was planning to do just that- after the humiliating week he’d had, he couldn’t wait to get his mind off of things.

Unfortunately for him, Sirius and James had decided that a day in Hogsmeade was the perfect opportunity to help Remus talk to you.

“Today’s the day, Moony,” James said, slinging an arm around Remus’ shoulders as they walked toward the village. “You’re going to chat her up like a natural.”

“I talk to her all the time,” Remus muttered.

“Yes, but this time, you’re going to do it with charm,” Sirius added. “Which is why we’ve devised a foolproof plan.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

By the time they reached The Three Broomsticks, Remus was already bracing for disaster. And sure enough, the moment you walked in, James and Sirius executed what could only be described as a car accident of a plan.

James “accidentally” spilled Butterbeer on your sleeve, immediately launching into an exaggerated apology that somehow involved insisting Remus help clean it off as he boasted that Remus was particularly skilled with cleaning charms, after all of the accidents his friends seemed to have.

Sirius, meanwhile, loudly proclaimed, “You know, Moony’s been reading up on useful charms lately. Maybe he could show you a quick spell to clean it off?”

Remus glared at them both but turned to you with an apologetic look. “Uh, sorry about them.”

You laughed, shaking out your sleeve. “It’s fine, really. But if you do have a good spell for Butterbeer stains, I’d love to know.”

Remus, desperate to regain some dignity, muttered the incantation. Luck seemed to be on his side today—the stain vanished instantly.

Sirius and James exchanged victorious looks.

You smiled at Remus. “Impressive! I’ll have to have you teach me that one sometime.”

Remus turned red. James and Sirius high fived behind him. You went to join your friends, waving at Remus as you sat down with them. Sirius clapped Remus on the back. “See? A flawless execution.”

Remus groaned. “You two are the worst.”

James grinned. “Ah, you say that now. But when she finally asks you out, you’ll be kissing the ground we walk on, old friend.”

-~-~-~-~-

Remus was pacing. This was already a bad sign.

“Mate, relax,” James said, lounging on Remus’ bed in his dirty Quidditch kit, tossing a Snitch up in the air and catching it again. “It’s simple. Just be yourself.”

Remus stopped mid-step and turned to glare at him. “Just be myself?” he repeated. “That’s the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”

Sirius, sprawled across the floor flipping through a magazine, snorted. “I don’t know, Prongs. I think the glitter bomb might have been worse.”

“I panicked!” Remus hissed, running a hand through his hair. “You weren’t helping!”

“Which is why, this time, you’re just going to go up to her, act normal, and have a conversation like a functioning human being,” James said, sitting up. “No grand schemes, no staged accidents. Just talk to her.”

Remus swallowed hard, nodding. “Right. Just talk.”

He found himself in the library again later that evening, determined to have a normal conversation with you this time.

The plan lasted approximately five seconds.

Remus approached you and sat down in the chair across from you with an awkward smile. You had barely begun to greet him back when he, driven purely by panic, blurted out, “Your bones. They’re nice.”

A pause. A long pause.

James and Sirius, who had been hiding behind a nearby bookshelf, collapsed into each other trying to suppress their laughter.

You, to your eternal credit, just blinked at him before smiling, clearly trying not to laugh at his poor excuse for a compliment. “Uh, thanks?”

Remus wanted to die.

“No problem,” he managed, voice barely above a whisper before he stood up, turned on his heel, and walked straight into the bookshelf.

James was wheezing at this point, and Sirius had tears streaming down his face.

You, somehow amused rather than horrified, stood and grabbed his arm, turning him around as you examined his head. “You okay there, Remus?”

“Yep,” he squeaked, rubbing his forehead. “Perfectly fine.”

You laughed. “Well, if you ever want to talk more about bones, I’ll be here.”

With that, you returned to your table and picked up your book, and Remus stumbled away, head in his hands as Sirius and James howled in the background.

“That,” Sirius gasped between laughs, “was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

James wiped at his eyes. “Absolutely tragic. I loved it.”

Remus groaned. “I’m never showing my face again.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sirius grinned. “We’ll remind you of this moment forever.”

Just as Remus prepared to sink into eternal embarrassment, he heard footsteps approaching. You were back, standing in front of him with an amused glint in your eyes.

“Hey,” you said. “So, I was thinking—since you clearly appreciate good bone structure, maybe you’d like to grab a Butterbeer with me this weekend?”

Remus blinked, his brain short-circuiting. James and Sirius looked at you like you’d sprouted a second head.

“I—uh—yes! Yes, I would,” he finally managed, his voice raspy.

You grinned. “Great! See you then.”

As you walked away, Sirius clapped him on the back. “Well, Moony, you’ve got zero game, but somehow, it worked.”

James shook his head, watching your retreating form with amusement. “Proud of you, mate.”

Remus, still processing, could only nod. Maybe being himself was all he needed, after all.

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Yes your honour I did bite his bicep. It was big and yummy and in my face

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-Sirius Black x reader

{Sirius is a little more touch starved then he thought, he just doesn’t know how to ask for help}

Short and sweet! Enjoy as always lovelies!! 💕

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Sirius wildly underestimated just how much of an effect you had on him. He was absolutely hooked on everything revolving around you. Remus and James often teased him for it, telling him that you had him wrapped around your dainty finger, which is somewhat true, not that Sirius would ever admit to it.

But it was still true nonetheless, his heart was yours, wholly.

Which means that in hindsight he most definitely shouldn’t struggle with asking for a simple hug, or kiss or even just to cuddle. But goodness was that easier said than done because the words seem to be caught in the back of his throat. It made him feel silly in a way.

You could tell something was wrong with him just by how quiet he was. Sitting as far away as possible, fidgeting with his hands as he focuses on anything but you. Sirius hates this feeling, whatever it might be.

You notice the way his eyebrows furrow together, how he nibbles on his bottom lip as if he’s deep in contemplation. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he stops before the words can leave him, he does this almost five times before you finally decide to say something.

You nudge his thigh with your foot, making him look over at you, “What’s going on huh? you've been really quiet” You ask, and he almost looks surprised that you even noticed.

He goes to say something but then he closes his mouth once again. There's a beat of silence before speaks again, “Nothing angel, it's nothing” liar, complete liar. And he knows, by the unsure look in your eyes, that you have caught on to his not-so-believable lie, that’s why he’s quick to stand up making his way to your kitchen, saying something about him being 'thirsty'.

He doesn’t want to confront the situation, or his feelings, he's always had a bad habit of bottling things up, in fact, he didn’t really want to think about it, so he avoids it altogether. But you catch on to what's happening pretty quick, the way he kept glancing over at you, how his hands were constantly fiddling with something. It was a dead giveaway.

So you follow him out to the kitchen, noticing that he's leaning against the countertops, his lower back pressed against the dark marble as he runs a hand through his hair with an almost frustrated groan.

You place a gentle hand against his shoulder and he sighs at the warm feeling. “Hey, come here” you whisper, softly smiling at the way his eyes light up as you hold your arms out for him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close to him and he swears his heart might just jump out of his chest. It’s pathetic he thinks, how you can make him feel like this, as if he might just crumble.

Your hands soothe against his back, “You should’ve just asked baby” you tell him as he buries his head further into your shoulder breathing deeply, and he feels like he can finally breathe.

“Didn’t know how” he admits and your hands cup either side of his face. Sirius thinks the embarrassment might just eat him alive, but then you press your lips against his and he melts completely at the loving feeling.

He loses himself, his heart blooming with warmth as he chases after your lips with haste, eager to feel you close to him as if it was the first time you’ve seen each other in years.

“Thank you” he whispers, as he rests his forehead against yours and you let out a breathy giggle as your thumb grazes against his cheek.

“Anytime handsome,” you tell him smiling at the way he chuckles, shaking his head softly. His arms circling around you once again.

You tug on his hand as you lead him back to the living room, pulling him down on the sofa with you as you both lay together entwined with nothing but love, and Sirius wouldn’t have it any other way.

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im a total sucker for sleepy marauders, so here's my idea if you want to write it:

personally, i think sirius tries very hard to not appear, be and feel vulnerable even with the people he loves, but when he's sleepy that façade drops almost completely. could you write gn reader babying sirius even if he tries to refuse the love he's receiving? i imagine him secretly enjoying all the attention and care his lover is giving to him, feeling whole for a second.

i don't know if you already wrote something like this, but feel free to dismiss it if you have!

thank u sm xx.

hi, gorgeous, thank you!! i hope you enjoy

sirius black x gn!reader, fluff <33

"poor baby." you whisper with the softest voice. sirius' eyes are blissfully closed. "you've been so tired, haven't you?"

he's always been pretty, but even more so when he's all melting under covers. he hums quietly, starved for every piece of affection you'll offer. you settle down in bed to reach him properly.

"you know what i think sometimes?" he talks with a deep voice.

"what?" you ask him as you cup his cheek. your hand is warm and sirius forgets everything.

"doesn't matter." he manages to say.

it's not like he tries to hide anything from you, but he never thought he'd be good at being loved. your thumb draws a half moon on his sharp cheekbone. his body moves closer to yours.

"it's okay." you tell him. "maybe you should sleep."

"yeah." he says. your hand is- oh, it's so nice to be touched like this. you hold the back of his neck gently as you massage his scalp and he feels the tension on his shoulders easing off. "i will."

he looks like he'll fall asleep quicker if you keep drawing shapes on his face. you want to keep loving on him, the affection grows until it hurts your chest. he's so gorgeous, it's not fair. he looks like an angel with his face and his deep black hair. the soft locks are spread on the pillow, your other hand goes to fix them. they don't fall on his eyes after you move your fingers.

"you are so pretty." you whisper. your lips feel like silk against his forehead. sirius rubs his nose to pillow, suddenly feeling bare in front of you.

"stop." he tells you, meaning he wants you to keep going.

sometimes he's having fun with the compliments he gets, he's confident as hell, but the minutes he spends under the covers with you feel different. he's all soaked up in a type of love he doesn't know how to handle.

"that's true." you smile. "you are so beautiful. you're like a piece of art, sometimes i get jealous over other people who get to admire you beside me."

"oh my god, please." he's definitely hiding now. he's so sleepy. "how can you- you are the pretty one here, in case you don't notice."

you lean in to kiss his cheek. your lips leave a faint sound behind. sirius tilts his head back to let you reach him better, you kiss his other cheek. every tiny spot on his face begs to be kissed. he pouts softly, you press your lips to his frown.

his arm finds your waist. "let me sleep, you evil." he begs. "you're playing with my heart rhytm."

"oh, no." you play along.

you continue your kisses on his neck. sirius doesn't know how to calm his body. he has to surrender when you kiss the spot below his ear. you offer him a lovesick smile, and he can feel the shape of your curled lips on his skin.

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yes, babe, you’re sick and twisted, will you come back to bed- what? yes, of course you’re evil and irredeemable. now can you please cuddle with me

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God, being a person is such a fucking burden

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“I’m going princess mode” I say before becoming super needy of praise and adoration

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certified dorkfucker

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definitive list of things it’s okay to deadname:

twitter

gulf of mexico

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wanna play with his hair while he info dumps nerdy stuff to me <3

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Sci fi should bring back the sweaty tanky top muscle woman fighting for her life but give some fucking underarm hair

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