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I'm crawling out of the sewer to say it again: don't let anyone stop you from writing what you want to write.

Don't let people saying your writing is too 'self indulgent' stop you.

Don't let people saying your writing is 'not original enough' stop you.

Don't let people saying 'you shouldn't write this' stop you.

Write what compels you.

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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭

• a/n: i originally wrote this super late at night, half asleep, and i didn’t think it was my best work and wasn’t going to post it. but now that i’m sitting here, how can i note post something that involves this gorgeous ass man???

• contains: sirius black x reader, stated relationship, fluff

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Some would go as far to call them the it couple of the school. A couple everyone admired. Their love for one another was unmatched, something so rare, so beautiful. Well, at least that’s what it looked like on the outside…

No. They weren’t a bad couple by any means, very far from it actually. They just teased and made fun of one another for as long as both of them could remember. It was their way of keeping their relationship fun and alive.

They were tangled with one another on the bed of his deserted dormitory, all of his friends away doing their own things. It was a calming moment for the both of them as they just listened to each other breathing. The peaceful silence only lasted for so long until he heard sniffing next to his ear, causing him to speak up. “Are you sniffing me?”

“Something is different…” She commented before nuzzling her neck slightly into the crook of his neck to take in another whiff of his scent. Shortly after, she pulled back and shook her head, evident that she hadn’t found the source. “I don’t like it.”

He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, her warm breath tickling his skin. But when she pulled back with a puzzled expression, his chuckle turned into a small frown. “Different? Why? Do I smell weird or something?”

She picked up a few strands of his shoulder length hair and sniffed it, which only caused her brows to furrow together more.

He was definitely starting to feel self conscious as he watched her intently sniff his hair while her eyebrows scrunched together in a slight scowl. “Okay, I’m getting concerned. What is it? Do I smell, or do you just like taking in the scent of my hair like some weirdo?”

“Did you change your shampoo?” She asked curiously.

He blinked for a moment before a small chuckle escaped him. So she wasn’t disgusted by his scent — that was a relief. He lifted his hand, brushing some of her locks away from her face and placing them behind her ear.

He shook his head in response to her question. “No, actually. Why? Do you hate the way I smell now or something?”

“It smells like James.” She spoke unamused. “Your hair, it smells like James.”

His brows raised slightly as she nonchalantly mentioned that he smelt like his best friend. It was a curious observation, knowing that his friend had a completely different shampoo than him. He chuckled, a little concerned but also feeling amused by her remark. “I smell like him, huh? Are you telling me that James smells better than I do, love?”

“No, no. I’m asking you if you’re sure you didn’t use James’ shampoo on accident.”

“I’m a hundred percent sure.” He reassured her. “I didn’t even go near his stuff in the bathroom.” He sat up, propping himself up with his elbow on the pillow as he continued stroking her soft locks.

He paused for a moment, a small frown forming on his lips as he thought about the possibility of James sneaking and switching their shampoos for a laugh.

She frowned softly. She was so used to his scent, so comforted by it but now it just wasn’t right. Something was off and her sensitive nose was picking it up.

He sighed softly as he watched her expression, his heart clenching a bit as she noticed how displeased she seemed. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hand and softly turning her head towards him. “Hey, don’t make that face. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Do you want me to go shower again? Or do you want me to take James’ shampoo and throw it out the window?”

She laughed softly. “I’m about to take you in the shower and get you smelling right.” She commented.

Her words seemed to have a different effect on him than she might have anticipated. His brow raised, an amused smirk spreading across his lips as he replayed her suggestion in his head.

He chuckled softly, leaning down and whispering playfully into her ear. “Is that a threat or a promise, love? Because you know, we could take care of that here and now. I could do with another shower.”

Her face flushed as she realized the way he took her words, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

His smirk only grew wider as he watched her face flush with a rosy hue, a small chuckle escaping him. He loved teasing her and getting her flustered, and sometimes he would just get a kick out of her reactions.

He brought his face even closer, his voice dropping to a more softer and teasing tone as he whispered. “What’s with the change in attitude, huh? Don’t you like taking me in the shower, love? Are you embarrassed?”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “No comment.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as his gaze flickered down to her lips then back to her eyes. His grey eyes orbs glinting just a little mischievously.

“I take all of my words back.” She giggled as she kissed the tip of his nose. “You smell great.”

He let out a soft chuckle. He appreciated her sweet words, but he couldn’t help but be amused that she changed her mind so suddenly. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “I do? Funny, because you weren’t saying that a minute ago.”

And then he attacked her in a mess of tickles.

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 - 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲

• a/n: i mention a bit of drunk driving in this. but please, please never drink and drive. call an uber. call a friend. stay safe <3

• contains: billy russo x reader, mention of drunk driving, a bit of fluff, throwing up

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Billy is visibly drunk, swaying on his feet as he stands on her porch. He slurs out her name as he pounds on her front door.

It’s late at night, very late at night. She’s sitting at home alone, getting ready for bed. All of a sudden, she heard his drunken shouts and a pound following. She headed to the front door, opening it slowly.

And there he is, Billy Russo in all of his glory. She instantly noticed how inebriated he seemed.

He’s wearing an old white shirt, covered in unidentifiable liquor stains. His blue jeans are in a similar state, a few dark splotches across the thighs.

The smile that spreads across his face when he sees her is almost childlike, his eyes slightly glossy and unfocused. He takes a staggering step towards her, practically stumbling over the threshold.

“Oh, christ.” She muttered as she caught him before he could fall into the wall of her entryway.

“Whoa… whoa…” He hums, stumbling forward into her. He leans heavily on her, almost collapsing.

He lets out a low chuckle as he buries his face into the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“What are you doing here?” She asked in a confused tone as a hand rests on the back of his head.

“Needed to see you…” He mutters into her neck, nuzzling further into her. He’s surprisingly affectionate for being as drunk as he is. His arms are tight around her as he holds himself against her body, his mouth brushing against her skin.

“Alright, alright.” She muttered quickly, patting the back of his head as if he were a child.

He practically cooed at her touch, nuzzling as far as he could possibly go.

He’s usually so aloof and cocky when he is sober, but being this drunk brought out a more vulnerable side to him. Now he’s practically clinging to her, like some sort of lost puppy.

“Did you drive here?” She suddenly asked as she kicked her front door closed with the heel of her left foot.

“Mmm… yeah, yeah I did.” He responded, his face still buried into her neck. He lets out a deep sigh at the feel of her skin against his, his body warm.

She started to pat along his jacket and jeans, searching for his car keys.

He groans lightly in response to her hand patting up and down her body, his breath hot against her neck. He suddenly reached into the pocket of his jeans and fumbles out his keys, dropping them into her awaiting hand.

“Thank you.” She muttered unappreciatively. “If you weren’t so drunk and wouldn’t forget about any of this in the morning, I would so yell at you.”

“Yeah… yeah… I know.” He muttered, attempting to mold his body into hers. He groans again when she pats him, his body practically melting to her touch.

It’s obvious he’s craving all of the affection and attention he could get.

She placed her hands on both of his biceps before making him stand up as straight as he possibly could.

He hums in protest in response to her getting him to stand. He would have much preferred to be clinging to her, burying his face into any crevice he could.

“You idiot.” She grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah… I know.” He mutters again as he looks down at her with the same puppy dog look in his eyes.

“Bed, now.” She ordered before turning him to face down the hallway.

Billy does what he’s told. He mumbled something inaudible and started to slightly stumble down the hall.

“I’m going to get you some water. Don’t you dare throw up in my bed, they’re new sheets!”

“Mmmkay.” He muttered, his words slightly slurring. He keeps slowly making his way down the hall, his hand gripping the hall so he could attempt to keep himself steady.

She watched in amusement, waiting for him to topple over.

True to form, he manages to stumble and trip over his own feet at one point, sending him careening sideways into the doorway. He groans as he catches himself just in time.

“Idiot.” She muttered.

“I-I just tripped on somethin’… not my fault.” He slurred, slowly making his way over to the bed. He practically face plant’s down onto the mattress, his face buried in her pillow.

“Throw up and I’ll clean it with your face.” She threatened.

“I won’t throw up!” He said defensively, his voice muffled from the pillow. He slowly shifts himself so the rest of his body is on the bed.

He makes it maybe five minutes before his stomach decides to protest the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

He bolts up into a sitting position, his face turning slightly pale. “Fuuuck.” He murmured, realizing he’s about to puke.

“Don’t you dare!”

He holds up a hand to signal that he had heard her, his stomach suddenly turning. “I’m gonna throw up…” He mutters before suddenly standing up and rushing to the bathroom.

“Billy!” She yelled.

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reasons to write fanfiction (I'll start):

share a cool scene that popped into your head

evoke a particular emotion the canon makes you feel

song made you think of a character or idea from canon

make people feel the same way about a character you do

make dolls kiss for fun

explore ideas the canon hints at but doesn't do anything with

traumatize characters and make them suffer

coddle characters and let them rest

had an insane idea for a crack ship and now everyone needs to know

the author of the canon was wrong and must be fixed

use familiar characters to explore your own ideas and plotlines

canon is too short and you need to wallow in the universe of the story

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Finally figuring out how to use tumblr lol. My marauders drawing of remus lupin sirius black James potter and lily Evans ♥️

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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🥧 - blurb 🧸 - imagine 🍂 - smut 🐌 - angst 🍄‍🟫 - fluff

🦌 - author’s favorites

Pick Me Choose Me 🧸🐌🦌

Pick Me Choose Me Part 2 🧸🐌🍄‍🟫🍂🦌

NSFW Alphabet 🥧🍂

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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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🥧 - blurb 🧸 - imagine 🍂 - smut 🐌 - angst 🍄‍🟫 - fluff

🦌 - author’s favorites

NSFW Alphabet 🥧🍂

Twisted Girl 🧸🍄‍🟫🦌

I Don’t Like It 🧸🍄‍🟫

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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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🥧 - blurb 🧸 - imagine 🍂 - smut 🐌 - angst 🍄‍🟫 - fluff

🦌 - author’s favorites

NSFW Alphabet 🥧🍂

Crushing 🧸🍄‍🟫

Secrets 🧸

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

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🥧 - blurb 🧸 - imagine 🍂 - smut 🐌 - angst 🍄‍🟫 - fluff

🦌 - author’s favorites

NSFW Alphabet 🥧🍂

Be Quiet 🧸🍂🦌

Impatient 🧸🍂🦌

Drunken Boy 🧸🍄‍🟫

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 - 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞

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🥧 - blurb 🧸 - imagine 🍂 - smut 🐌 - angst 🍄‍🟫 - fluff

🦌 - author’s favorites

Experiment 🧸🍂

NSFW Alphabet 🥧🍂

Distraction 🧸🍂

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Hello! Welcome to my page <3. My name is Makenzie and I write a small selection of fandoms and characters. This is a safe place for all, however I do recommend highly that you only read if you are 18 and older. Below you’ll find my small masterlist. I hope you enjoy your time here!!

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I do not consent to have my work published on any

other platforms!

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Masterlist

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 - 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

• a/n: fly high maggie smith /*

• contains: remus lupin x fem reader, teacher x student, consenting adults, secret relationship, jealousy, close call

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She rested against him in a curled up position on his lap as he sat at his desk in his private office grading some fourth year exam papers.

As she clung to him, he tried to focus on the papers in front of him, but he found it difficult to concentrate with her slender form against him. He sighed quietly, absentmindedly resting a hand on her knee. “You know.” He murmured. “Someone is going to notice if you keep spending so much time in my office.” He wasn’t really complaining, of course, just making an observation.

“Hey, I was never one for the spotlight. I doubt anyone has noticed my absence.” She muttered. “Besides, I haven’t slept in your bed in weeks. As long as I’m in my dorm at night, we should be okay.”

He chuckled softly at her response, his expression tinged with amusement. “That’s a good point.” He conceded, leaning back in his chair. He idly stroked the side of her leg, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. “But I miss having you in bed with me.” He added, his tone lowering. “Waking up with you next to me.”

“Then let me stay.” She replied nonchalantly, knowing that it was his idea to have her stop sleeping in his bed in the first place.

He looked down at her with a mixture of fond amusement and mild irritation. “You know we agreed it was better if you stayed in your own bed.” He reminded her, his fingers still trailing on her skin. “We can’t risk anyone finding out about us. It’s too dangerous.” He glanced down at the exam papers, sighing again, but he didn’t pull his hand from her skin.

“As if someone would send out a search party if I miss one night in bed. Besides, the girls will probably think that I got laid by some random Hufflepuff boy.” She replied as she nuzzled her face into his shoulder more.

He couldn’t stop the soft laugh that escaped him as she nuzzled closer. Her casual confidence amused him, and he found it endearing. He lifted his hand from her leg and tangled his fingers in her hair, gently pulling her face up so that she was looking at him. “A random Hufflepuff, eh?” He spoke, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “That’s what your friends would assume, is it?”

“What? Do you think I’m incapable of getting laid?” She asked with a raised brow. “Besides, everyone knows I have Hufflepuffs after me.”

He chuckled at the expression on her face, his fingers twisting around in her hair. “Oh, I know that you are very capable, love.” He replied, his tone almost teasing. “But do you really have a group of Hufflepuff boys chasing after you, or are you embellishing the truth a little?”

“Oh, it’s the truth. You should see Charms class. An absolute nightmare.” She pretended to shudder.

He chuckled again. He had a feeling he knew which boys she was talking about, and had a fair idea of how annoying they could be. “You poor thing.” He said, his tone full of faux sympathy. “Having to fend off all those pesky boys, it sounds absolutely exhausting.”

“Oh yeah, you should see the way I flirt with them. Making them think they have a chance.” She teased.

Remus didn’t know why her words made his stomach twist in irritation. Logically, he knew she was just teasing him, but the thought of her flirting with other boys, even as a joke, made him feel something akin to jealousy. “That so?” He asked, his voice a bit tighter than before. “I bet you’re absolutely charming with them, aren’t you? Fluttering your eyelashes and giggling like a school girl.”

She scrunched up her face in disgust. “Fluttering my eyelashes? Are you mad?”

His lip twitched slightly at her mild look of disgust. He knew she wasn’t one to act like a simpering giggling schoolgirl, and it was part of what he liked about her. But the image of her giggling and battering her eyelashes at some boy, made his annoyance flair. “Mad is an exaggeration.” He said, his voice still a bit strained. “But I really don’t like thought of you flirting with others.”

“I have to.” She assured. “I always have and if I stop, questions would be asked. Questions that I can’t just come up with lies for.”

He sighed, his irritation abating slightly. He knew she had a point; if she suddenly stopped her usual behavior, people would notice and start asking questions. The last thing that either of them wanted was for people to start suspecting there was something going on.

“I know you need to keep up your usual appearances.” He spoke, his voice softening just a tad. “But it still doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

She was about to respond when a knock came to his office door, meaning someone had already entered his classroom and walked up the steps and possibly heard them.

He looked up in annoyance. He knew he should have suspected this happening sooner or later, but the timing was particularly unfortunate.

He looked down at the messy haired girl in his lap, silently debating whether to shove her off of him.

She motioned with her head to under his desk, asking silently if she should hide. After all, she was small enough.

He hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of her hiding. On one hand, it would be extremely awkward if someone would to see her sitting in his lap, but the on the other hand, under his desk wasn’t the most comfortable or secure hiding place.

He gave a slight nod after a short moment, reluctantly agreeing. He gave her a small nudge, gesturing her to quickly slide off of his lap and under the desk.

Once she had slid off his lap and hid, he took a deep breath to compose himself before speaking. “Come in.” He called out, trying to make his voice sound as level and unbothered as possible.

The door opened and Professor McGonagall stepped into the room, her gaze immediately falling onto him, where he remained sitting. He watched her walk across the room, noticing the way her eyes seemed to study everything in the room, including him.

She stopped just in front of his desk, her eyes flickering from his face to the papers scattered around the wood. “Lupin.” She spoke, her voice clipped. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

He shook his head, putting on his best nonchalant expression. “No, not at all.” He spoke up, hoping she slightly strangled note in his voice. “What can I do for you?”

She studied him for a moment longer, her gaze almost suspicious. She glanced at the papers again before meeting his gaze. “I just came to remind you that the meeting is tonight.” Her voice was casual. “I trust that you’ll be there.”

Remus nodded, wincing at the mention of the meeting. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, it was just the thought of being stuck in a crowded room with his colleagues wasn’t exactly his idea of a fun evening. “Yes, of course.” He forced a smile. “I’ll be there.”

McGonagall seemed satisfied with his response and gave him a slight nod. “Very good.” Her gaze flickered around the room one more time before she straightened herself. “If that’s all, then I’ll let you get back to grading.”

He gave another nod, his shoulders slumping in relief as he watched her turn and exit his office. Once the door had closed behind her, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He waited a few moments to make sure she wasn’t coming back before he leaned back to look under his desk.

Once she had caught his gaze, she smiled. “So, is sleeping in your bed tonight still an option?”

He rolled his eyes at her question, but he couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his lips. “You’re a menace, you know that?” He spoke, his voice low to ensure only she could hear him just in case. “And no. No sleeping in my bed tonight. It’s too risky.”

“Bummer.” She pouted.

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the bestest of besties 🙇‍♀️

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i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.

Bloody and bruised >

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baby marauders for the soul <3