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Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

It starts innocently enough. You’re stretched out on the common room floor, Sirius cross-legged beside you, your leg draped lazily across his lap. His quill dances over your calf as he sketches swirling patterns, his lips quirked in concentration.

“Imagine this as a tattoo,” Sirius murmurs, tilting his head to inspect his work. The feathered tip of the quill brushes over your skin, leaving a faint tickle in its wake. “You’d look wicked with this.”

“You’ve got too much faith in my pain tolerance,” you cheek, laughing softly.

Remus sits nearby, half-engrossed in his book, though his eyes flick up occasionally. He notices the way Sirius’s hand lingers on your ankle, his thumb tracing absent circles. He doesn’t comment, but there’s a faint smile on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of Sirius’s antics.

Sirius’s movements slow. The intricate patterns fade into simple letters, and you glance down to see his name forming in bold strokes.

“Sirius,” you murmur, your voice dipping with amusement, though there’s a question in it too.

“What?” he replies, feigning innocence, though his smirk betrays him. The pad of his thumb brushes just above your knee, casual but deliberate. “It suits you, doesn’t it?”

Before you can respond, the quill dips again, and he writes Remus beneath his own name. His hand lingers longer this time, his thumb grazing upward, barely brushing the sensitive skin just below your knee.

Remus closes his book with a quiet snap. His gaze sharpens, his calm demeanor still intact but his attention fully on the two of you now. “What exactly are you doing, Pads?”

“Marking what’s ours,” Sirius says casually, though the husky undertone in his voice makes the words heavy. His gray eyes lock on yours, daring, searching, as his hand lingers on your leg, warm and steady.

Remus leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His voice is soft but laced with authority as he says, “You should’ve asked her first.”

Sirius chuckles, his fingers pressing just slightly harder as they trace an invisible line up your calf. “Would she have said no?” he asks, his voice low, almost a purr.

You swallow hard, the air between the three of you thick and charged. Remus reaches out, his fingertips brushing your wrist as his eyes meet yours, soft yet intense. “Well?” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, coaxing.

Your breath catches as Sirius’s hand shifts slightly, his thumb brushing the edge of your knee while his quill grazes the tender skin of your ankle. The intimacy is overwhelming, the unspoken promise between them simmering just below the surface.

The tension crackles, their shared gaze settling on you like a question neither wants to ask outright but both desperately need answered. Sirius’s smirk softens into something deeper, more vulnerable, as he tilts his head.

“You’d look good with us on you,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

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TW: MENTIONS OF TAKING MEDS, ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION.

Once requests are open would mind writing something with the marauders where they find out the reader has to take meds for her ADHD and they only find out because she's crashing from the meds really badly to the point of triggering her anxiety and depression?

warning/content: marauders x reader, angst, adhd, mentions of medication (not specified), mentions of anxiety, mentions of drowning, otherwise fluff

thanks so much @thiswitchyweirdo for all the help baby!

“Hey hey hey!” James’ voice is pulled down to a hushed baritone as he slips onto the wooden bench beside you, big hands bracing themselves against the splintering wood of the Gryffindor table. “You’ll never guess what happened during our quidditch practice today!” 

Your chin turns in the direction of his voice, brows pulled together as if to demonstrate for him to continue, but your mind is tugged in a different direction, one that is focused on Sirius’ babbling voice. 

You observe as James’ lips part before an incessant flow of words just slips off his tongue, tumbling out and hanging stagnant in the air. 

But then Remus is slipping into the seat in front of you, new textbook thunking against the table and clanging the different utensils on the table in front of him together. 

The sound in itself is typically that of a dull one, but with all your senses on overload, every one of them tainted with the overabundance of anxiety, it’s so incredibly loud. You cringe away from the sound, nose wrinkling with the effort. 

However, the action goes unnoticed, each boy distracted in their own little world, unaware of the drowning sea that you’re floundering in. It’s as though cotton has been shoved deep into your ears, blocking out any semblance of distinctive sound and churning everything into mush inside your eardrums. 

There’s a steady reverberation as your toe raps against the mahogany wood of the floor, your palms splayed against the curve of the table in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself, to pull yourself back to the wishy-washy world that is reality. 

You feel as though your brain has been pressed into every available space inside your skull, swelling until it fills every nook and cranny and your head is about to explode from the immense pressure. 

“You hear that?” With a sideways glance to your right again, you can observe the beaming visage of James morph into one that is of malcontent, worry if you seem to squint hard enough. 

“Hear what?” Your pull a hand up to scratch at the nape of your nape, soothing the momentary heat that sears along your cheeks, dipping over the curve of your cheeks, and then cascading to warm the back of your neck. 

“Diggory was refusing to leave, and so when we...” Once again, the words are fading out, each individual letter blending into the black abyss that is your mind as if a jumbled can of alphabet soup has taken over the occupancy of your intellect. But you can’t seem to piece the letters together, to form a comprehensible sentence with which you can respond, demonstrate that you’re at least trying to listen. 

You blink, attempt to dissipate the fog that sheening over your irises from your weary daze, blinking being the last thought on your mind when you dip in and out of focus.

Your foot’s staccato rhythm is building up into a momentous crescendo, the pads of your fingers melding into the wood with so much force you can feel the blood drain from the digits, dulling the color of your skin. 

You can feel bile churning in the back of your throat, and you suppose it’s linked with the guilt, the culpability of not being able to focus on what they wish to tell you, but you’re so incredibly incapable. 

Your jaw falls slack as if you’re meant to say something, but you’re met with nothing, with blank nothingness, so you clamp it shut, sealing your lips shut with aggravated contempt. 

You blink again, this time with more force, not only attempting to clear the visible fog but additionally the figurative clouds that seem to swarm your skull, which seem to be so thick with confusion, despondency, and disquietude. 

Every movement is calculated, timed with precision so as to assure that you don’t lose control because to lose control is to lose reality. You’re stuck in this suspended bubble of inept incapability of doing anything at all; a bubble in which you feel as though you’re drowning. 

Every raspy inhale is a lungful of water; every exhale a choking gasp for air. 

There’s suddenly a warmth against your kneecap, the brush of a thumb against the supple flesh of your thigh. “Where’s your head, baby?” Sirius croons, leaning in to nose over your clavicle. 

You jerk away from his touch, anxiety rippling off you like waves, every touch an overstimulating stab to the chest. “C-Can’t-” 

“You don’t need to talk. It’s alright. Just a little overwhelmed, hm?” Sirius murmurs, instead holding out an offered palm for you to take when you’re ready. 

You suck in a tentative breath through clenched teeth, waiting a few moments before gingerly placing your trembling fingers atop the warm skin. “My head, I just-” 

Another deep breath to combat the jumble of letters again. 

“I need a moment. I can’t fucking think. Need m-my meds.” 

“Meds? What meds, sweetheart?” James coos from your right, raising trepid fingers to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your rouging ear. 

“My ADHD meds.” Your voice is meek, devoid of the typical jubilation it carries as you admit the need for medication; as if such admission is a declaration of a horrible crime. As if the cry out for help, the proclamation of vulnerability, is a stab to the chest. 

“Where are they, bunny?” Remus inquiries, without a moment of hesitation. “I’ll run and get them for you.”  

The world is still hazy, every moment a step through the thick fog with no vision to aid in your voyage. You’re not in the clear, although the beating of your heart is slowing down from its thrumming crescendo.

“R-Room.” 

James slips his legs out from the bench, turning in his seat and holding out a hand. “C’mon, let’s go take ‘em, yeah? Gonna go have a good cuddle, too.” 

Peering to the side, your bottom lashes are laden with the onslaught of despondent tears, shameful tears, and your tongue peeks out to lubricate your drying lips. “Y-Yeah, alright.” Taking his hand, you raise on wobbly limbs. “S’long as Remmy’s got some chocolate to take with it.” 

“Remmy always has chocolate.” 

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i mean our mommy lily in the head cannons 😏 i need to know how she fucks 😭 please 😭

*biggest sigh known to all of mankind*

18+ below

I sort of see her as a soft dom: very nurturing and always wanting to take care of her partner

smooth as hell with her words (both in and out of bed) and loves to watch you turn into a blushing or stuttering mess

I can see her being stern, esp. if you're not taking care of yourself (enough sleep, eating, taking breaks)

BEST AFTERCARE like, if awards for aftercare were a thing, Lily would get it - baths, massages, food/beverages, snuggles, praises, checking in to make sure everything was good etc

looking back at the other asks I've answered:

if you told her you were needy in an established relationship = "oh my poor darling, can you wait?" totally immediately doting (perhaps a little teasing), but will take you into an empty classroom to get you off with just her fingers/mouth

if you told her you were needy not in an established relationship = smirking at you, teasing, smooth flirting until you're a blushing mess and wishing you'd never said anything to her to begin with - fucks you like you've never been fucked before and then [even more mind blowing than the sex] the aftercare makes you decide you're never going to anyone else again when you're needy

if she was needy over you, she'd only have to whisper a few words into your ear and gently take you by the hand - her partner would follow her just about anywhere tbh

prefers giving head vs receiving

degradation vs. praise: praise praise praise omg, I don't think she'd ever degrade you?

kinks: praise kink (giving) but I think she gets off on you telling her how good she's making you feel, I think she'd feel powerful/like a goddess if you actually referred to her as mommy

lingerie?: I don't think she'd like lingerie only because she knows first hand how fucking uncomfortable it can be, I think she likes efficiency (aka birthday suit)

rough/soft: I'd say soft and passionate; she wants to be able to see how good she's making you feel, she wants to be able to talk to you and praise you etc

😮‍💨 ok I'll try to do better going forward 🫡

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mother I have a request if i may

the "i can do it myself" girl with "i know u can but sit down and let me" man aka barty

love your work lovie 🦋🦋

I've had this request saved for two months, and then last week when I was building my bed frame I was like "omg! this is it!", so THANK YOU for your request and for your patience in my writing <3

Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader who can do it herself [538 words]

CW: the very last piece of dialogue is suggestive but SFW and not explicit

You’d been so focused on the next step in the assembly of your bed frame that you hadn’t even heard Barty’s arrival until he let his bags fall to the ground with a thunk and he gasped theatrically at you, causing you to drop the allen key in surprise.

“Treasure!” He whisper-shouted at you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh my god, Barty.” You let out breathlessly. “You scared me.”

“What are you doing!?”

You looked over at your almost half-assembled bed frame feeling rather chuffed at your progress. “I’m building my bed frame! Doesn’t it look good?” You asked proudly; your face falling when you turned at Barty’s silence to see his face contorted in what looked to be… offence? 

“Without me?” He deadpanned at that.

You blinked at him dumbly, a bead of sweat from your efforts moving from your temple to your jaw as you considered him. “What?”

“You just go ahead and start building stuff? Without me? When you have a completely competent and useful boyfriend who literally exists to build stuff for you?”

“Barty, I can build my own bed frame.” You chided, looking down at the instructions that actually contained zero words and only pictures.

You could build your own bed frame, and you’d been doing a damn good job at it too, thank you very much. 

“That’s not the point, babe.” Barty muttered as he stalked over to you and ripped the instructions out of your hands (pressing a gentle kiss to your head in consolation) and ignoring your petulant “oi!”

“I had it handled!”

“Yes, and now I’m here.” He argued without sparing you a glance.

“Barty.” You scolded severely. “I’m not useless. I can do things for myself.”

You watched as Barty’s shoulders fell and he lifted his head to look at you softly. 

“Treasure, I am more than aware of how capable and competent you are; that was never the issue.”

“Then what is this issue?” You asked him, reaching back for the instructions only to have him hold them out of your reach and taking your outstretched hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“The issue is that you shouldn’t have to do things for yourself; not always, not right now. Let me do this for you, yeah? It makes me feel good.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, so this is actually rather self-serving, is it? Doing my chores makes you feel good about yourself; it has nothing to do with me?”

“Now you’re getting it.” He agreed with a wink before moving his gaze between the progress you had made thus far and the instructions. “Not letting me do this would be really quite selfish, babe; do you never think of others?”

“Terribly sorry, Bee.”

Barty scoffed teasingly. “You should be; I’m dating a very rude girl.” 

“That’s mean; you’re mean.”

Barty looked at you incredulously. “I’m literally building you furniture right now.”

You shook your head at your boyfriend's antics and sighed. “Well what am I supposed to do now?”

“You sit there and keep looking pretty, Tres; then we can break in this bed frame.” 

He almost looked offended at the bark of laughter that elicited from your lips.

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crying in public

remus lupin x reader | remus has a little bit of breakdown in public, luckily you're right where you should be. at his side.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get the news that you had wanted,” you say, shoulder to shoulder with Remus on the train ride home.

You had spent the day in the city, accompanying Remus to a doctor’s appointment. One that was supposed to have a happy ending, a respite from all the pain he goes through. No such luck.

“You’d think I’d be used to crushing disappointment by now,” he says, half-laughing. You shake your head.

“I think it’s good that you’re not. It means you haven’t given up on yourself.” You are trying desperately to be positive like James would be. You’re not the best in these types of situations.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” He sees right through you. “You don’t have to try and say the right thing. I don’t think there is a right thing to say.”

You nod. “I’m sorry,” comes out hastily. You were visibly overthinking it. Some friend you are.

Suddenly, he’s crying, and you don’t know what to do. For some reason, it never occurred to you that Remus could cry. He’s always the comforter, the rock. He leans towards his knees, hands coming up to cover his face.

“I’m alright,” comes out breathy and muffled from behind his hands. You put a tentative hand on his back and rub gently.

You panic. What the actual fuck? What are you supposed to do now? Best to just be honest.

“Remus, honey, I wish I knew what to say to make it all better.”

He chuckles wetly, sitting back up. “That’s actually an excellent start,” he says, wiping his eyes with the back of one hand.

“Yeah?” you ask. He nods. “Oh good.”

You take the nearest of his hands in yours.

“This is going to sound evil, but I’m glad you’re crying,” you confess, patting the hand you hold in your lap.

“You’re right; that does sound evil.”

Your laugh is light as if not to disturb him. “I’m just glad you’re letting down your defenses, tough guy.”

He smiles at you, sniffling. “I don’t feel tough most of the time. Any of the time.”

“I think you are the toughest person I know. But that doesn’t mean you deserve to go through the things you go through,” you’re quieter now, more aware of your surroundings.

Remus seems to remember where he is, too on the train home from the city.

He leans his head to rest on your shoulder. “Will you spend the night tonight?”

“Anything for you, Rem.”

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omg pleaseeee make the living weapon comfort prompts

Okay I will! ^_^

Living Weapon Hurt Prompts, from last time

💥 Living Weapon Comfort 💥

So, how do you comfort someone who has been taught not to even view themselves as anything more than a tool for violence?

Caretaker shows whumpee the everyday parts of life - going to the movies, baking cookies together, going grocery shopping, etc. This is especially important if they never had a childhood.

Caretaker encourages whumpee to get a regular, civilian job, or better yet, pursue the dreams were forced to give up.

Caretaker reminds whumpee that their own pain matters. When they get injured or sick, they can take a day off. They're allowed painkillers. It's not about whether they can stand up and keep fighting efficiently, it's about their comfort.

Whumpee confesses the full extent of what they were forced to do. They've never told anyone this before and break down while talking about it.

Caretaker reframes what happened, points out the abuse that they couldn't see at the time, and reassures them that it was not their fault.

Caretaker praises whumpee for showing emotion, for acting gentle, for singing, for showing weakness. In those moments, Caretaker protects whumpee from anyone who would judge them.

Caretaker is very careful about how they move and how they touch whumpee, because whumpee can panic if it feels like someone is about to put them in a chokehold, pull a gun, etc.

Caretaker supports whumpee through nightmares and flashbacks, even if whumpee becomes aggressive in that half-aware state.

Whumpee visits the people they've hurt or the families of those they've killed, and tries to make amends in some small way. It's not enough, nothing could ever be enough, but they are forgiven anyway.

"I love you no matter what you've done. You want to know the honest truth? Even if you were really, deep down, responsible for all of it...I'd still love you."

Caretaker trusts whumpee with tasks that require gentleness, like babysitting, teaching, healing, or leadership roles.

When someone expresses that they don't trust whumpee or that whumpee should be punished, Caretaker chews them out privately. "They're not dangerous. They were being controlled. The things they did...that's not who they are."

Whumpee is afraid that their conditioning is too strong to break, so Caretaker promises to restrain whumpee if they act dangerously. "But I know you won't. I trust you."

Whumpee DOES get triggered and get violent, but Caretaker assures them that they haven't lost their progress. They are still getting better, it just takes time.

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I really like the way you write James ❤️ no specific request but would love to see a fluffy James x reader

Love-Struck

Summary: You and James can’t keep your hands off each other after a few too many drinks with your friends at a party.

CW: Alcohol consumption, reader having hair long enough to tie up.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Sorry that this one is kind of short. Tbh fluff isn’t my strong suit. I’m more used to writing angst or hurt/comfort. But hopefully this satisfies your need for soft!James (I love him too). Also sorry that it took so long to get to. Enjoy!

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You couldn’t contain your giggling as you stumbled through the doorway of your apartment, James having missed the keyhole three times while trying to unlock the door.

You eventually made it in, tripping over yourselves as you clung to his arm and refused to separate, as though the two of you had been glued together.

It was a cool night out and James’ cheeks were flushed from the cold wind. His glasses sat askew on his nose and a few dark curls had fallen loose around his forehead.

He looked so precious, you just wanted to throw your arms around him. And so you did.

With a heave, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you in a sloppy kiss. His large hands came to rest across your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. He tasted like tequila and you were sure you probably did too.

He pulled away after a moment, smiling goofily as his eyes traced over you face, as if he was trying to make note of every single one of your features so as not to forget them.

You grinned back, brushing a strand of hair that had escaped from your ponytail, behind your ear.

“What was that for?” He questioned. His voice was raspy and the scent of alcohol clung to his breath.

“I just love you,” you told him, your slurred words laced with an intense affection. You couldn’t express it enough. Even after 2 years of dating and six months living together, you heart still raced every time you looked at him, your stomach filling with butterflies and your entire being swam with a feeling of elation you couldn’t quite put words to. He just had a profound effect on you, like you shared two halves of the same soul or something equally sappy.

You used to roll your eyes at people who said things like that. At couples who were so obsessed with each other they couldn’t bear to be apart for even a moment. But now, looking up at James, you understood.

He grinned even wider if that was possible, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.”

There was a pause.

“I’m going to marry you, you know?”

Your heart swelled.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I knew it from our first date, actually. You’re the love of my life.”

You pulled him forward once more, your lips connecting like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t care that you were both still tipsy from Sirius’ party or that it was well past midnight or that you were standing in the open doorway of your apartment, exposed for the world to see. Right then and there, you were the only two people in the entire world. You and your love for each other was all that existed, all that mattered.

You were pulled apart by the sound of a throat clearing from behind you.

You turned to see Mrs Riley, your elderly neighbour, standing in the hallway dressed in a pale pink bath robe.

“Excuse me loves, this is very sweet and all but it’s two in the morning and you’re being rather loud.”

You turned to look at her wide eyed.

“Sorry,” you muttered bashfully. “We’ll go inside now.”

“Thank you. That would be much appreciated.”

With that, she turned and hobbled back into her apartment, muttering something under her breath about “silly love-struck kids.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned back towards James. You could tell that he was trying hard to suppress laughter of his own.

Love-struck, you thought, was the perfect way to describe it.

He pulled you in once more, this time only for a soft peck.

“On that note, I think it’s time for bed.”

You nodded. “I think so too.”

And with that, you pulled the door closed, taking hold of your boyfriend’s hand and letting him guide you towards the bedroom.

You smiled to yourself. If this was what it was going to be like for the rest of your life, you’d gladly be love-struck forever.

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back again (if that’s alright 😗✨) because i was going through your masterlist and realized i’d love to get to know your characterization of sirius more!! so if it’s not too much i would love to see u argue w/ prompt 28 of list A for the boy 🌞💗

it is more than alright lovely<33 i'm coincidentally having so much fun figuring out my different characterisations of sirius right now, so thank you for indulging me;) this one is admittedly quite marlene-focused, but there's more coming for him, i swear<3

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i will ARGUE for prompt 28 "shoes left by a doorway" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, marlene's pov, idiots in love, established relationship, platonic!valkyries x reader, public displays of affection, tickling

wc: 1.1k

There is one tell-tale sign that alerts your dormmates to the prospect of Sirius visiting: a beat up pair of boots right outside the door, one almost always fallen over.

Today though, right before Marlene spotted the boots while walking down the hallway, she heard the laughter. Despite how much she enjoyed teasing the living daylights out of both of you for being so obviously and publicly whipped, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Marlene loved love.

She did not, however, love privacy, and did not bother knocking on the door when entering her own dorm.

With a creak, she pushed the door open as she was toeing off her ow, slightly dirtier boots to fling in a messy pile beside Sirius'. She didn’t hide how she peered in through the opening to get a sight of what must be so funny.

The first thing that met her eyes was Mary sitting cross-legged on her own bed with Lily's head in her lap. It looked like she was supposed to be braiding Lily's hair, but one of her hands was busy covering her mouth as she looked over at your bed, mirth dancing gleefully all over her expression.

Lily's head lolled over at the sound of Marlene's entrance – the only one bothering to acknowledge her thus far – to give her a wink and a blinding smile before cocking her head over at your bed. Marlene crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, standing on the tips of her toes now that she was bootless.

Your bed was at the very end of the room, pushed up against the wall to create some sort of small alcove, a safe haven – and you two had made it into nothing short of it.

Tangled up in two large quilts that Marlene’s mum had made you both in your first years at Hogwarts and surrounded by fairylights Sirius recently strung up around your bed frame, you looked like you were invulnerable to any pain or suffering. 

Sirius’ hand was engulfing your cheek as he delicately held your head where you laid on your side before him. Marlene could only see your back, but she was quite certain whatever expression you wore was reflected in Sirius’; lovestruck, in awe. Home. His hand kept pushing through your hair, spreading out over the back of your neck before coming back up to your cheek, a steady rhythm. Your arms were peeking out under the bottom of his worn band-tee, a sign that your hands had snuck beneath it to splay over the skin of his back. 

And you were both giggling, eyes wide and occasionally diving your faces down to hide in the other’s hair or chest.

You were so adorable Marlene almost had to puke and go run to Dorcas.

Instead, she strolled the rest of the way in, kicking the door shut behind her with a soft thud, eyes trained on Sirius as she grinned. “What’s so funny?”

“Your face, ‘Kinnon,” Sirius replied without hesitation; a reflex that only made him laugh harder, a bit more boisterous this time. 

Marlene rolled her eyes and flopped down on the edge of Mary’s bed. “Hilarious coming from a guest in my house, Black.”

“Be nice,” Mary chided gently, causing both Marlene and Sirius’ heads to perk up as they muttered some variation of “we are being nice”.

If Sirius was planning on protesting further, it all died on his lips when you ducked your head down to press your nose against his jugular, nuzzling into the skin there. Marlene could almost feel the smile on your face despite it being hidden away – and she could see how Sirius positively melted into you, shoulders deflating as they came down to cradle you.

She looked over at Mary and Lily, quirking her brow in hopes of a response. Lily’s own knowing look must have been because she spotted the softening of her smile.

“There was something about moles and freckles,” she whispered conspiratorially. “I couldn’t really make it out.”

Marlene settled more comfortably against the bottom bed posts and tapped the side of her nose cheekily. “Careful, or something will make out.”

“I resent that,” Sirius quipped, somehow still tuned in. 

He was quickly interrupted by your hand sneaking up into his hair, pulling him down towards you. “I don’t,” you whispered loudly enough for Marlene to hear before bringing him in for a lazy kiss that completely transformed Sirius’ expression.

This time, it was Mary and Lily’s turn to giggle while Marlene fake-gagged. You joined in on the giggling as you broke apart from Sirius, twisting around in his arms to face your best friends, shaking your head at the practical joke.

Marlene thought it might not have been so funny to Sirius, who was currently burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Hi Marls,” you said sheepishly. “How are you?”

She let her head fall back as she cackled, shaking a jokingly chiding finger at you. “Cheeky minx. I would be better if I got to know what we’re laughing at.”

You didn’t have the decency to flush at her words, but your smile did brighten as you leaned further back against Sirius. “I was just counting the moles on his back. And apparently it tickled.”

“You can’t count them when you can’t even see them, baby,” Sirius said in a faux chiding voice, poking your side. He was a bit red, Marlene noted. 

“I don’t need to see them! I can feel them – plus, I know where most of them are. You’re just upset that you’re outed for being ticklish.”

Sirius shook his head at that and murmured something about “I’ll show you” before tightening his grip on you, rolling you over with seemingly no effort so that you were trapped between him and the wall. You let out a shriek that quickly developed into a loud laughter as Sirius got his revenge somehow.

Marlene dropped her chin to her chest, unable to suppress her big smile.

As she turned back towards Lily and Mary, chattering about their days and whatever loud thoughts were currently running through their minds, the sound of your and Sirius’ quiet giggles and soft murmurs became a pleasant background noise. As she sat there, lazily letting her foot fall off the bed and drag back and forth across the floor, Marlene felt at peace. 

Surrounded by friends in love is something many joke about being a terrible curse, but she felt nothing of that sort.

Marlene loved her friends and Marlene loved love – meaning that she was rather blessed right now.

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If you have the time could you write a Remus imagine with reader who is struggling from abandonment issues and used to have an ex who worsened it and was avoidant/emotionally unavailable and struggles with opening up now but Remus encourages them to after an argument?

“Dove, you can’t just shut down when we don’t agree.”

Things have calmed immensely since the disagreement had started.

Remus had misunderstood something and when he’s asked you to explain you couldn’t- not that you didn’t have the words but more that you couldn’t force them out.

After years of being talked over by someone who couldn’t understand and wasn’t willing to, you’d learnt that it was better to stay quiet.

You despise the fact that you’d done that with Remus, he’d never made you feel like that, but trauma is trauma no matter how you look at it and how you respond to it can only get better if you try.

Which is what you’re doing now- trying.

Now, you’re freshly showered after stress cleaning the house and washing your bedsheets and in a much different headspace.

Remus really does want to understand, that’s why you can’t hold any of this against him.

“I know I’m sorry,” you’re tugging on a loose thread on the hem on your sweater, fighting to keep your eyes on him. “It’s hard to let that go.”

Remus nods, tugging you a little closer so you’re more in his lap than on the freshly made bed.

“I don’t mind dove,” he doesn’t, Remus knows all about learnt behaviour. “But when I don’t understand something I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me how to understand it.”

You nod, looking up at him just slightly. “I’ll try to be better about it.”

Remus smiles, kissing your forehead. “I am listening to you dove, always. Even when I don’t understand or agree, I’m listening.”

The tears prick your eyes suddenly. “I can explain it to you now, if you want.”

Remus’ smile widens just a touch. “I’d love that.”

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i don’t understand why people don’t just keep scrolling or even block when they see a post they don’t like. you aren’t doing yourself any favors by hating on people on the internet. interact with media that you like and you’ll see more of it. stop interacting with stuff you don’t like and you’ll see less of it. it’s so simple guys!

To Elle’s hate anon, who is now also in my inbox—until you’re ready to come off anon and actually make statements you’re prepared to be accountable for, I won’t be humoring you by replying. You can keep sending asks, but I will keep deleting them. Please remember that you have the option to stop feeding this negativity in your own life (as well as everyone else’s) by simply unfollowing blogs you don’t like

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that day is today

Only day you can reblog this

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Little sickling

Remus Lupin x fem! sick! reader

Summary: Remus runs his girlfriend a bath when she’s unwell

Warnings/tags: swearing, mentions of eating, being unwell, medication, remus’ furry little problem, treating wounds, nudity, and, talks of sex and attempts at seduction, established relationship, living together, implied reader and remus not being very well off, remus lupin being the sweetest boyfriend

A/n: 3k words, I have been so sick the last couple weeks, I apologise for any errors, this fic is 100% self serving, enjoy ♡

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Remus smiles to himself as he walks home, bag of essentials in one hand and flowers in the other. He didn’t know what to expect when he got in, this morning he had left a very adamant you who swore, and he quotes, that she ‘was not getting sick’. As much as he wanted to believe you, your subtle coughs and sniffles were not subtle enough, hence the bags filled with supplies to make easy stews and soups for you to eat, fresh tissues for that sniffly nose, medicine for those headaches, cough syrup that he’ll likely have to bribe you into taking, and lastly, some flowers, though are mostly to make you smile

He doesn’t mind the extra effort, in fact, it brings him an odd sense of joy knowing he’ll be able to look after you for once. Ever since you’ve known him you’ve been looking after him, and now that you both were living together, far from the wizarding world, you’d have to bear the brunt of it all on your own with his friends off living their own lives. It wasn’t that they didn’t care for him anymore, no, he had encouraged them to go live their lives, and while you were supportive of that, he still feels guilty sometimes that he’s locked you into such a life

He breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of your shared home, even if the gutter was hanging off again…least the plants are getting a good water

As he reaches the front door, he places down the bags and flowers softly, rubbing his achy hand from the weight before using them to open the rather stubborn door you both should really fix. With one hand turning the key and the other pulling the door towards him the lock clicks and he can push it open. His theory you were sicker than you were letting on is confirmed when silence greets him on the other end. Usually you’re like a happy little bunny meeting him at the front door, all excited and practically bouncing as you run up to give him a hug. But today he finds a dim hall, only illuminated by the soft light of the living room as the door has been left ajar 

He moves the bags and flowers inside before locking the door behind him and calling out “Love?” but he receives no answer

Abandoning the supplies for a moment he walks towards the light, his smile coming back as he pushes the door open and realises why you were quiet. You’re caught red handed in getting up from the small fort you had created on the couch, smiling shyly as you practically have to wrestle out of the sheer magnitude of blankets you had hoarded

“Hi” you croak a little, embarrassed as you continue to shuffle out 

He wishes you would stay seated and let him come to you, but he doesn’t argue, and instead closes the gap “Hey” he coos “How are you feelin’?” 

You pout as you approach him “Meh” is all you can muster before your head falls instinctively into his chest

He chuckles, opening his jacket fully so you can slip your hands in to steal his warmth as you always did “Poor baby” he kisses the top of your head, bring his arms around you before looking over at your makeshift bed

Frankly it’s a disaster site, from the multiple blankets and pillows thrown together in no particular order, to the loo roll being used as tissue paper. He over looks at the coffee table next, noting some medicine on the table, a good start, followed by some old tea, half eaten toast, along with a couple forgotten books you clearly tried to read but then opted for generic tv instead when you couldn’t concentrate

Out of everything there was only one thing he was going to give you a little row for…

“No water?” he looks down at you

He has to put on his best poker face now as you look up with the most guilty little face

“I had…some” you reply, face giving away your play while your hands falls to begin playing with the rim of his jumper

“Tea doesn’t count…neither does juice or coffee” he adds when you open your mouth to object 

You lower your head to guise your shame “I’m sorry Rem” you mumble 

He can feel the pout through his jumper “I’m not mad, promise” he pulls you back gently, giving you a reassuring look before he eyes you “So…are you going let me look after ya this time?”

You don’t try to pretend like this morning nor argue against him, just nod. Gone is the stubborn girl who swore she was okay and was going to get so much done on her day off, and what remains is a very tired and sick one that just wants coddled by her boyfriend

“Good girl” he moves you back towards the couch “Let's get you hydrated first” he tells you as he encourages you to sit down “When did you last take those?” he gestures to the packet of pills 

Your eyebrows scrunch before you look over towards the clock “Around 11ish, maybe 12?” you shrug softly, giving him a sorry smile for not keeping better track “Is it really 6 already?” you say mostly to yourself before coughing softly

He just kisses your forehead, saying he’ll be right back as he returns to the hall, hanging up his jacket before collecting the bags and taking them into the kitchen. He quickly puts some things that needed to go in the fridge away before grabbing a clean glass and filling it up with some water. While he’s here he grabs a spare vase from under the sink. Usually he would make you a bouquet but today he opted for the quicker version, allowing him to place them in directly and waste no time in returning to you, flowers in one hand, water in the other

You’re right where he left you when he reenters the living room, and he can’t help but find your idling adorable. Rocking your feet back and forth, hands under your thighs as your head looks around the room, eyes wandering like you hadn’t fully decorated the place yourself

“Love” he gently calls, gaining your attention, his smile widening at your little scooch towards him as he joins you on the couch, placing the flowers on the table in front of you along with the water

“You got me flowers?” you cheese, cheeks barely containing your glee

He nods, his heart flipping like he was a schoolboy again at your silly smile “Like em?” he asks even though he already knows the answer

“Very much” you reach out, thump and forefinger softly playing with the petals before you kiss his shoulder “Do they smell as pretty as they look?” you wonder, struggling with your stuffy nose

Remus’ smile sinks to a sympathetic one, arm sliding around your waist “They do” he confirms “And you’ll be able to smell them sooner once you’re hydrated” he pivots the conversation, picking up the glass and handing it to you 

You accept the tumbler with a small eye roll, cupping it as you take small sips, leaning into his side, while Remus’ arm moves upward, hand finding the top of your head, giving you little pets. You cough periodically while you rehydrate, and Remus kisses the side of your head every time you do, after your most recent he nuzzles his nose in a little. You let out a couple of soft hums, the first from the closeness, and the second at the loss of contact when Remus shifts away 

He feels your confused gaze as he walks over to your desk, grabbing the smaller bin as he begins to clear away the coffee table

“You don…” you start but he just gives you a look “...have to do that…” you whisper the rest to yourself but he still hears you 

“I want to” he says simply, placing the bin down beside the table before leaving the room, taking away the old tea with him

When he returns he finds you struggling with your blankets “Let me make you a proper bed, this ones just sad” he teases, ushering you to get up

“You’re sad” you retort quietly, hiding your little smile at the idea of a getting Remus style bed couch

He lets out a breathy laugh that sinks to amusing admiration at your little waddle over to the nearby armchair, water in tow. As he moves all of the blankets to one side, throwing away any tissues that had fallen into them, he notices you bring your feet up to sit on, warming them up after being exposed to the cold floor. 

He picks up one of the spare blankets “Up” he gestures for you to lift up your arms and when you do he drapes the soft material over you “Good girl” he throws you a wink before turning back to the couch, unable to contain his smirk as he hears your little wriggles beneath the blanket at his choice of words

He begins his work, layering the fluffiest of the blankets down, tucking it into the edges of the couch cushions. Next he piles the random assortment of pillows you had hoarded to cradle you, while he takes your favourite blanket and drapes it over, folding it at the top so you can slip in. It’s then he adds the final touches, bringing through a pitcher of water and fresh box of tissues, before flicking on the softer lamp

“There” he says, looking proud of his creation

He looks towards you for confirmation, finding you smiling sweetly at him before sipping your water again, doing your best to hold back the coughs that threaten bubble over

“Doing alright love” he kneels down, hand finding your thigh through the plush material

You nod but then wear a slightly embarrassed smile 

“What’s wrong? You want the bigger blanket” he rubs your legs, worried there's a draft he’s not noticed

“Rem…do I smell?” you blurt out, pursing your lips a little “I feel stinky” you confess, nose all scrunched

He does his best not to chuckle, especially as he notices a stray hair that’s falling forward like a depressed little unicorn

“Hmmm” he leans forward “Let me see” he begins to dramatically sniff around you, basking in your croaky giggles before he widens his eyes “Oh my!” he pretends to faint from the smell, head falling into you lap

“Rem!” you huff, shoving him a little before you cough again “Remmy!” you shake him again, your tone in time with the shakes but your coughs get the better of you and it soon turns into a small fit

“Oh…hun” he feels guilty as he lifts his head, shifting to sit on the arm of the chair as he rubs your back softly “Slow breaths, you’re gonna be okay I promise” he assures noticing your slight distress as you struggle to catch your breath

When your breathing stabilises you lean into him “And you say I’ll be the death of you” you meekly chuckle, earning you a kiss to the head

Once he’s sure you’re okay Remus stands “Come on” he helps you up “I’ll run you a bath…” he tells you before adding the next part with a grin “...it’ll help you feel less stinky” 

You roll your eyes before your expression drops, realising he said ‘you’ and not ‘we’ just now “You aren’t going to join me?” you say, reaching what must reaching a record breaking amount of pouts in one day 

He shakes his head “Sorry love, not this time” he flicks his thumb across your cheek before taking your hand again “That alright?” he starts to lead you

After a semi grumpy ‘hmph’ but allow him to take you upstairs. As you enter the bathroom he sits you down at the end of the tub, feeling your eyes as he goes into the cupboard to fetch you a towel, catching you leaning forward to continue watching as he heads into the bedroom to fetch you fresh clothes, and by clothes a set of his old pjs

“I brought you some underwear if you want it” he gestures to the delicates, well…more delicate as he’s already correctly assumed you probably wouldn’t want a bra

“Thanks” you smile at him, standing to give him a proper kiss but he turns his head at the last minute causing you to miss, catching his cheek instead “Remmy!” you scold in the quietest little voice as not to induce another coughing fit

He chuckles “Sorry little sickling” he pats your head “Can’t have us both sick” he explains “Be tragic”

You cross your arms “I’m not a sickling” you grumble, looking away for a moment before you attempt to broker “One” you plead, but he doesn’t budge “Please…pretty please…chocolate on top?”

It kills him to deny you, especially when you look at him like that…and offer hi chocolate, but he could only have one sickling in this house at a time, and far to often does he take up that mantle

“Bath first, then you can try negotiating little sickling” he uses the nickname again, revealing in how it annoys you in the cutest way

After one last attempt with those eyes you give in, shoulders slumping as you mutter a small ‘fine’d’, moving around him to begin underdressing. Remus takes that as a cue to take your place at the tub, sitting closer to the tap as he runs you your bath, fingers softly flicking under the running water as he waits for it to heat

“Rem honey?” you attempt gain his attention after a couple minutes

I know that tone

“Reeemmm” he can just imagine the poses

He hangs his head a little, smirking to himself, he had to admire your attempts. Still, he lives to annoy you even if you were to quote future you ‘mortally wounded’, so he leaves you to stew a little, focusing on placing the plug in the drain, and pouring some of your favourite smellies and salts in. It’s only after you let out another ‘hmph’ that his body pulses a laugh, failing to hold it in as you must resemble a bunny thumping when their mad or want attention, in fact he’s surprised he didn’t hear your foot stomp

“Lov…” he turns around, words leaving him as he can’t stop the loving smirk at your figure “No” he says half heartedly

“Please” you bring your arms a little closer to your sides, accentuating two particular assets

Remus meant when he said the sight of both of you sick would be tragic but he’s losing that battle with how good you look as you try to seduce him into giving you a kiss…or the getting in the bath with you…or both, probably both

“Rem!” you whine, scrunching your face before your eyes light up turning around, wiggling

He takes a moment to admire the jiggle before he stands, wrapping his arms around you, causing you to turn and face him, a winning smile on your face but it falls as he tilts his head, giving you a downturned smile

“Did it work even a little bit?” you sulk

He chuckles, fingers raking through your hair, being careful of the tugs that have formed “If you weren’t sick love I’d be afraid of flooding the bathroom with how quickly you would have gotten dragged over there” he nods across the hall, causing you to shyly smile “I promise you’ll get all the real kisses you want once you recover” 

“Plus interest?” you pose, rocking on your toes as you bite your lip a little, and he’s suddenly aware of the double meaning in your tone

Merlin he could fall in love with you all over again

“Plus interest” he agrees with a chuckle, giving you a big smile and kiss to the top of your head before turning back to the bath before it really does overflow

Leaning back over the tub he turns off the tap, pulling the sleeves of his jumper up as he checks the temperature and gently mixes in the soap. Once he’s happy with the water to bubbles ratio he wipes the soap that clings to his forearms and reaches out towards you

“Ready love?” 

You nod, taking his hands and letting him guide you carefully into the tub. A hiss escapes your lips as your foot touches the water, taking a moment to adjust to the temperature, while Remus, ever the gentlemen, Remus keeps a steady hold on you as you sink in fully, and once you’re settled he gently gathers your hair, securing it out of the way before it has a chance to dip into the water, he would help you wash it later

“The steam will help clear your sinuses while I make us some dinner” he tells you as he kneels next to the tub, the backs of his fingers finding your cheek for a moment “I got you”

You lean into it, getting shy under his care “You’re too sweet” you bring your knees up to your chest

Remus’ lips part at the use of his monthly catchphrase being used against him. You were always to patient when he was a grumpy old sod before his transformations, and so sweet and gentle after them, making him warm food, tending to his wounds, kissing everything better

Time to return the favour

He brings his lips to the corner of your own, lingering there before he uses your own words against you “Just treating you the way you deserve” he plants another to your temple then stands “I’ll be back soon” 

You give him a small nod, coughing gently “Thank you Remmy” you smile, practically melting into the tub “I love you”

“I love you more…” he blows you a kiss before he leaves, but just before the door closes he adds “...my little sickling” 

“REM!”

Thank you for reading ♡

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nobody say a fucking word about tumblr we can’t remind these billionaires we exist

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jilly teaming up on reader when she hasn’t slept for a few nights cause she’s studying; so they trick her into doing things to make her sleepy

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 879 words

Your textbook is starting to blur in front of you, but you’re not sure if that’s due to fatigue or the poor lighting. You squint to make out the small font. James is in the habit of turning lights on wherever he goes, and Lily often follows behind him shutting them off. She likely forgot you were still up studying. 

You drag yourself out of your chair, going to the switches by the kitchen, but to your surprise the kitchen light is on. Both of your partners are huddled by the stove, speaking to each other in hushed tones. Lily pulls away when she sees you. 

“Hi, baby,” she says in a soft voice, hugging you without premise. You’re confused but hardly resistant, melting a little as your arms come around her in response. 

You notice for the first time that there’s music playing from James’ cassette player. It’s soft and slow, one of the jazz tracks Lily sometimes likes to listen to while cooking or tidying. You must have been really lost in your reading not to have heard it come on. 

Lily’s hand draws up your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades. “Are you ready for bed?” she asks you. 

Her voice is so lulling, so tempting, you could almost fall asleep right then and there. But you take in a breath and straighten. You hadn’t realized how much you’d begun to sag against her. 

“Can’t.” You give her a fond squeeze before letting go. “I have to study.” 

“I’d say you have studied, sweetheart,” James says. He’s looking at you with concern in his brown eyes. 

You offer him a rueful smile. “Still some left to go.” You go to the light switches, turning up the ones above and near your table, which were set terribly dim. “You guys go to bed. I’ll be there later, I’m just gonna…” You cover a yawn. “...gonna make myself some tea for now.” 

Lily frowns, but James knows better than to argue once you’ve made up your mind. “Alright,” he says, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to the center of your forehead before reaching into the cabinet above you for a mug. “You sit, I’ll make it.” 

“Thanks, Jamie.” You smile at him. Take Lily’s hand, kissing her palm. “Thanks.” 

You devote yourself back to your textbook. It’s difficult to make the words stick, but you force yourself to concentrate, focusing on each one in turn until it sinks in. Then the next. It’s a long and tiring process, and some of the ideas slip away anyway. 

After a while, you’re leaning down with your nose nearly to the book, squinting at the words again, and you realize the lights aren’t bright anymore. They’ve dimmed again. How did…surely if it had happened quickly, you would have noticed? 

You have to get up again to turn them back up. You know this, but your body sits heavy in your chair. Exhaustion seeps from your bones into your bloodstream, a slow, steady drudge. You’re well on your way to actually putting your nose to your book and falling asleep on top of it when a mug appears in front of you. 

You drag your eyes up to see James, soft and half shadowed in the low light. 

“Oh, thanks.” You pick up the mug, your saving grace, and will your hands not to shake. 

“No problem, lovie,” says James. His voice sounds quieter than you think you’ve ever heard it. 

You’re halfway through a long sip before you realize something is amiss. “Is this milk?” 

A pause. 

“Is this warm milk?” 

James’ hand finds the back of your neck, thumb moving back and forth over your baby hairs tranquilizingly. “Do you feel sleepy?” he asks in that same soft voice. 

A chuckle from the kitchen. “Subtle, James,” says Lily, not without affection. 

“Oh, come on. Like you were subtle asking her to go to bed.” 

“Sweetheart.” Lily comes over to wrap her arms around you from behind your chair, warm cheek pressed to yours. “It’s late. Aren’t you tired?” 

“I’m…” Another yawn comes to answer for you. “Yes, but…but that’s by design, isn’t it?” You think of the dimmed lights, the milk, the jazz music. “I’m only tired because you’ve made me.” 

“No, you’re tired because you need to sleep.” Her hand rubs at your clavicle, a slow back and forth. “We’re only trying to help it along.” 

“I…” You yawn again, a long one. Your eyes water. 

“You’re adorable.” James kisses the side of your head, lingering so you’re smushed between him and Lily. There are worse places to be, you suppose. “Come on. It’ll all be there in the morning.” 

“But I’m—” 

“You’re knackered, is what you are.” James’ tone is teasing bent under the weight of fondness. He draws you out of your chair with an arm under your shoulders, and you let him. His words muffle into the top of your head. “Not to mention stubborn. I dread the day you and Lils gang up on me instead. The thought genuinely scares me.” 

“We don’t need to,” Lily tells him, sweetly matter-of-fact. “You’re too amenable.” 

“I have my rebellions.” 

She pats him on the shoulder as you cross the threshold to the bedroom. “Sure, love.”

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mae ur writing is so good i think im gonna go make an egg with spinach now LMAO

tumblr is hiding only the request I want from me again :(

request: would u be able to do a poly emt marauders x reader where the reader is iron deficient cause she doesnt eat properly (always eating like "girl dinners") and the boys tell her off for it

cw: poor eating/nutrition intake, potential ed triggers although portions aren't mentioned and the boys aren't concerned about reader's general relationship to food, Sirius being a bit prickly because he's worried+protective

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 821 words

It’s only just past dark, but your head longs for a pillow. Sirius’ shoulder does well for now, his fan of cards held in his other hand to avoid jostling you as he plays rummy with your boyfriends. You’d surrendered your own cards to the discard pile a few rounds ago, content to watch Sirius on your one side and Remus on your other as they both try to beat James, who’s better at the game than any of you. He radiates a smug self-assurance as he looks down at his cards that bodes poorly for your other boyfriends. 

James looks up and catches you watching him, his instinctive smile tinging with sympathy as he notes your drooping eyes. “Sleepy, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, sorry.” You try to blink yourself to alertness. “I’ve been tired so early lately, I don’t know why.” 

There’s a brief moment of silence wherein you think to regret your statement. Then, Sirius sing-songs, “I know.” 

You groan, transfering to Remus’ shoulder in a show of dissent. He chuckles and takes you in, wrapping an arm around you. His cards fold over your shoulder. 

“He’s right, you know,” Remus says. 

“Angel.” James sets his cards down, looking at you imploringly. “Let me make you something, please.” 

“I already ate.” 

Sirius scoffs. “You had a snack.” 

You turn your forehead into Remus’ shoulder sulkily. You know any arguments will only be rebuked. 

Your boyfriends came home from their shift just in time to find you finishing up your dinner. On your plate was everything you could want—sweet, savory, and just enough to fill you up—but evidently it left something to be desired for them. Remus had looked down at it and said, “That’s not your dinner, is it?” 

“Yeah,” you replied, warily. 

“Baby,” Sirius laughed, picking up a grape. “This is not a meal.” 

You stole the grape back from him, popping it into your mouth. “It’s girl dinner.” 

“I’m fairly sure girls need just as much nutrients as everyone else, gorgeous.” 

“There’s nutrients in this.” You waved demonstratively to your plate of grapes, cheese, and crackers. That was practically half of the food pyramid, you were pretty sure. “Leave my dinner alone.” 

Remus had begun talking about the necessity of balanced meals, and things devolved from there into a debate about health and nutrition which you’d tabled by telling your boyfriends (with love) to mind their own business. You doubt you’re getting out of it again quite so easily. 

“It’s not like I had a chocolate bar,” you mumble. “It was healthy.” 

“It was healthy,” James agrees, tone placating. “It just wasn’t everything you need in a meal, sweetheart. You’re probably tired because there was no iron in there.” 

“I’ve been tired for days, though.” 

“And when was the last time you had an iron-rich meal?” Remus asks. 

You’re silent. Sirius laughs. 

“It can be hard to keep track of.” James is ever forgiving. “How about some eggs, yeah?” 

You turn your face again to look at him. “I’m already pretty full,” you say honestly. 

“One egg, then. With spinach.” He stands, leaving his cards flat on the table and stooping to drop a kiss on your head as he goes by. “Thank you, m’love.” 

“Thanks,” you say back, sheepish. 

You fall quiet again after James goes. You listen to the sound of the cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen, the crack of an egg, the stove being flicked on. After a while, Sirius snickers and pokes your ribs. 

“Don’t pout,” he says. He pokes you again until you smile, hiding it under Remus’ arm. 

“I hate it when you guys are right.” You heave a sigh, affecting a tone of mopiness. “It’s never any fun for me.” 

“Awe.” Sirius leans over to rest his head on your shoulder. Remus chuckles, shifting his arm to accommodate the both of you. “I’m sorry it happens to you so often, baby.” 

That makes you laugh, though you try to muffle the sound. “Mean.” 

“I’ve never claimed to be anything different.” 

“It’s important to be sure you’re getting everything you need from your food, dove,” says Remus, at one soft and stern. “You need to choose more carefully.” 

“Okay,” you acquiesce. In truth, the fight left you long ago. “Sorry.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry, though.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“You can totally make it up,” says James, coming back with a small plate, “by eating these delicious eggs.” 

You take the plate from him with a small smile of thanks. “Eggs, as in plural?” 

He grins, caught. “There may be two. Sorry.” 

“This is how you earn your forgiveness,” Sirius teases, sitting up so you can eat. He bumps your shoulder lightly with his. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, but scoop up a forkful of eggs. After your first mouthful, you say, “These are really good, Jamie. Thanks.” 

His beaming smile is worth the stomachache. 

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In honor of @weirdthingweee who is excitedly waiting for snow to fall where they live. Thing, I'm hoping you get the snow you want so you can do all the fun things you've been talking about. Hope you and everyone enjoy this story.

Whumpee leaned against the back of the couch and stared out of the window.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee turned sadly.

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker looked up from their work.

"Do you think it will snow soon?", Whumpee frowned.

"I don't know Whumpee. Maybe you're making it nervous. You've been watching out that window all evening", Caretaker smiled.

"I can't help it... I really want it to snow", Whumpee fell sideways onto the couch cushions.

"Careful", Caretaker warned, "that's a good way to fall off of the couch and get hurt. Then what will you do? You can't play in the snow if you're hurt."

Whumpee peaked out the window again, "please snow", they whispered a prayer.

"Well, my dear, I do believe it is time for all Whumpees to go to bed", Caretaker set their work aside, "maybe you will get some snow in the morning. Then I will have to shovel.... yeppy."

"You don't like the snow?", Whumpee pouted.

"Not as much as you do, but I will be happy for you to get some snow, and I will happily clean it up if it means you are happy", Caretaker stood, "come on, it's time for bed."

"Whumpee.... goodmorning", Caretaker gently shook Whumpee.

"Mmm", Whumpee whispered, "good morning."

"Whumpee, I need you to listen very carefully to me... okay", Caretaker moved some of Whumpee's hair out of their face.

"Mmm... hmm", Whumpee blinked slowly, then yawned.

"Whumpee, I need you to get up and get ready for today. Remember to wear something warm. Please do not look outside yet. I will tell you when you can look", Caretaker smiled, "do you understand?"

"Yes Caretaker... I understand", Whumpee looked around tiredly.

"I have breakfast almost ready. So you can come right down", Caretaker stood.

Caretaker had just started plating breakfast when they heard Whumpee walk into the wall.

"Ow", Whumpee giggled from the floor.

"Didn't see the wall there?", Caretaker peaked out at them, "what are you doing?"

"Keeping my eyes closed. You normally have the curtains open, and said not to look", Whumpee kept their eyes covered.

"You're alright, I have everything shut still. Thankyou so much for listening though", Caretaker helped them up.

"Did it snow?", Whumpee giggled.

"Breakfast is ready. Come along", Caretaker led them into the kitchen.

Whumpee sighed.

"Maybe it will snow while you eat breakfast and take your medicine", Caretaker talked over their shoulder.

Whumpee huffed.

Caretaker waited until Whumpee's last bite.

"Alright I got your medicine in you, and you have eaten. You may now look outside", Caretaker stood and started clearing the table.

Whumpee jumped up and ran for the couch. They tucked their head in between the two curtains and peered outside.

"Caretaker....it snowed", Whumpee yelled.

"I know... why do you think you had to wait?", Caretaker called as they filled up their coffee mug, "you wouldn't have eaten and taken your medicine for me otherwise."

"Can we go outside?", Whumpee yelled excitedly.

"You need to get your coat on", Caretaker quietly talked from behind, "hat, scarf, and gloves are also required."

Caretaker tied Whumpee's snowboots while Whumpee put their gloves on.

"Alright just about ready to play", Caretaker popped a hat onto Whumpee and tucked their ears in, "there, no getting cold on my watch", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee bounced in front of the door while Caretaker got into their coat and gloves.

"Alright Whumpee", Caretaker opened the door and watched Whumpee run into the winter wonderland.

Whumpee instantly climbed onto the ground and slid through the snow.

Caretaker laughed at Whumpee's excitement.

They then sighed at the state of their driveway and car though.

"Well, I guess it won't clean itself", Caretaker carefully walked to their shed to get what they needed.

Whumpee continued to roll around until the entire backyard was covered in their tracks. They then followed Caretaker to the front yard to play.

"Are you feeling cold?", Caretaker looked up at them after shoveling a bit more.

"I'm okay", Whumpee sniffled some.

"Here, come get a tissue. Don't suck that up into your nose", Caretaker pulled a pack from their pocket.

"Will you help me make a snowman", Whumpee grinned after they blew their nose.

"Yes, I'm about done with this. How about you get started. I'll join in a few minutes", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee nodded and quickly ran for the fresh snow.

Whumpee had finished rolling a part of the snowman by the time Caretaker came up from putting the shovel away.

"Good job", Caretaker knelt down and started to pack snow for the midsection, "I haven't made a snowman in a long time."

"I haven't either", Whumpee started to roll the ball for Caretaker.

"I'll start the head now", Caretaker started to whistle.

Caretaker handed Whumpee a few sticks, some rocks, and a carrot to decorate the snowman.

"Go ahead and decorate them", Caretaker sat down and watched, "we will have to go in after this though. We've been out here for a while."

"I don't want to though", Whumpee frowned as they stuck carrot into the snowman's face for the nose, "I'm having to much fun."

"I know you are Whumpee, but you are shaking. It's time to get some warm dry clothes on. How does some hot chocolate sound?", Caretaker smiled, "here let's take a picture for memories."

Whumpee sadly followed Caretaker inside.

"Cheer up, we can play outside again. We need to listen to our bodies though, and our bodies are saying it's to cold", Caretaker pulled their coat off before helping Whumpee.

"There. Now please go get into some comfy clothes. I'll do the same, then we can drink hot chocolate... and how does a movie sound?"

"It sounds good", Whumpee made a small smile.

"I know you had a lot of fun out their. We can do it again", Caretaker promised, "let's get warmed up."

Caretaker walked by the window on their way to the kitchen.

Whumpee leaned on the couch and watched outside.

"Checking on the snowman?", Caretaker smiled.

"No, I'm seeing if it snows again. I want more", Whumpee smirked mischievously.

"Of course you are", Caretaker chuckled, "I wouldn't have thought anything else. Come on, let's get that hot chocolate going."

Whumpee giggled as they got up and followed Caretaker into the kitchen.

"Maybe if it snows again we can make another snowman", Whumpee enthusiastically shuffled on the kitchen floor.

"Yes, that would be fun", Caretaker winked, "two snowmen on my property would look great."

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[peppers-library]

thank you mae <3

i would go weeks at a time not doing my work in high school LOL

this is so good as always babes 😩

i saw you wanted some asks other than the marauders

what ab eddie munson x homeschooled reader. i’ve never seen anyone write that and i was homeschooled through middle and high school. maybe reader is just hanging out in eddies room when he gets home from school bc they’re house is chaotic and they’d rather hang out with eddie? maybe reader brings their school work over to eddies to do because it’s quite at his place. i would take my books and notebooks to my friends house and do my school work until i got distracted. and usually id just flip to the back of the books for the answers 👀

i would pack my books in a tote like bag and just walk over there when i could lol

Thank you for requesting lovely Pepper <3

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 436 words

There are signs of you already when Eddie gets home. A pair of shoes by the door, a tidier kitchen than either Eddie or Wayne have ever left it, and soft music coming from Eddie’s room.

He finds you laying stomach-down on his bed, bent over a book and munching on a bag of chips with the radio sitting on the open windowsill. The afternoon breeze brings in the smell of greenery and springtime. 

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie lets his backpack slump to the floor. 

You don’t startle. Must have heard him coming up the road. You turn your head to greet him with a show-stopping smile. “Hey.”

“You didn’t have to clean the kitchen.” 

You shrug. “Figured if I’m going to steal your food, I may as well try and carry my weight.” You crunch down on a chip happily. “How was school?”

“Boring.” Eddie throws himself down onto the bed beside you, causing the springs to squeal and you to bounce slightly. “How’s your school going?” 

“Not bad. Also pretty boring.” 

“Yeah? Whatcha working on?” 

You hum as his face finds its way to the side of your neck. It’s your routine to come to the quiet of Eddie’s trailer to do your schoolwork, and it’s Eddie’s routine to distract you. You tend to prove yourself amenable to distraction. 

“Just math, you know. Bleh.” 

“Bleh,” Eddie agrees. He kisses where your heart beats under your jaw. “But look at you, miss studious. Still doing work at four thirty in the afternoon.” 

“Well” —he can hear the smile in your voice as you yield to distraction once again, letting go of your book to wrap your arms around him— “I didn’t actually start until noon.” 

A giggly squeal escapes you when Eddie grabs your waist without warning, digging his fingers into your sides playfully. You’re beneath him in a second. 

“Sounds like you’ve been working hard,” he says. 

“Not really,” you reply, voice ringing with delight. 

Eddie makes a pfft noise. He goes for your neck again, more to antagonize some more giggles out of you than anything else. “Harder than me. I think you deserve a break, sweetheart.” 

Your fingers burrow into his curls. “I could use a break,” you say amenably. 

“There’s my slacker.” Eddie works his way up to your mouth, catching the appalled laughter as it escapes. 

“Hey!”

“What? I told you, you’ve already done more than me.” 

“Yeah, but that’s such a low bar.” 

“Huh?” He grabs your sides, kissing you as you writhe with poorly contained glee. “I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart. Maybe you wanna try saying that again.”