#:( laurieee

[butchgrantcurly]

this is like. the normalest one- they’re not even kissing but like the idea is there

LMAO JADELE SAVE ME

OUUGHGGHGG THEYRE SO… IM OBSERVING THEM IM LOOKING. CLOSELY. I LOVE

[carniferous]

snippet sunday!

tysm to @messerflower for the tag <3

It’s not as thought he hadn’t expected it, but he had been dreading it. Still dreads it. Remus always was the most fiercely loyal of all of them, almost to the point of being territorial. If one could think James overly-protective (and he often is), then Remus was draconian. He’d spent all of last year rolling his eyes at the girls giggling at Sirius (and sometimes him). Scowling when Sirius suggested spending time with any of them. Even just in general, when James had once suggested inviting another Gryffindor student—a younger student newly added to the Quidditch team—to sit with them in the common room, Remus had looked up and asked Why? He’d said it guilelessly, head cocked to the side with genuine confusion, as though he couldn’t fathom why James wanted to bother with other people. As though they were a complete package, a singular unit, and any addition would be superfluous. Next to him, Lily had swatted him on the arm, saying, Don’t be mean, but Remus replied I’m not, so genuinely shocked that James had known he was telling the truth.

Anyway, that’s just the way Remus is. James likes it, most of the time. It makes him feel special, chosen, like Remus was so content with them and their friendship.

But it does make conversations like this difficult.

i'll tag: @residentrookie @grimjobs @pinklume @achilleslikespeas and anyone who wants to do this!

[determinedsurvivor]

She's exhausted, eyes forever downturned as if Laurie was going to close them. Yet, the foreboding threat of SLEEP does not stop her from mumbling- " You know him, don't you? " Chapped lips were then wettened by a splash of water; the creek in front of them filled the silence between the two survivors as she paused. " ...Like me and him- " The teenager MUMBLED, right before leaning down to drink from the clear brook. She glanced at the piece of glass lying by her side ever-present, less the anxiety in her stomach overtake any logic before turning to MINJUN.

" Did he drag you along? Like me? "

@idolpyre・ .˳⁺⁎ 🔪 → closed starter call

[b1gwings]

WITCHLIGHT!!! I DM THAT!!! (in theory)

Organized my ibispaint folders. Only took me 3 hours,,,,i’ve been sitting in shrimp posture that entire time

[drpeppertummy]

sunny with an upper stomach bloat whining to the nearest person to help him ?

was so smitten with this that i proceeded to ignore every other task i was about to do

[ID: a drawing of two people. the first is a guy laying on his back, looking sadly up at his friend and pulling her hand closer, his other hand on his bloated tummy, and saying "Laurieee :(." his friend, who is sitting cross-legged beside him holding an open book on her knee, looks down at him with disinterest.]

[slashermovhigh]

Michaeel, Laurieee. Are you glad that it's autumn already? Excited that Halloween is around the corner? :3

also Laurie wears ugg boots you KNOW she's lining up for that pumpkin spice latte the moment it comes back

[itsjaywalkers]

laurieee happy birthday i hope you have the most amazing day... look someone has a surprise for you

VI I NEED U TO KNOW THAT I SCREAMED OUT LOUD AT THIS.. SHOWED IT TO MY FLATMATES EVEN!!!

this is the most adorable thing ever.. i'm about to start sobbing.. i can't believe i have a tiny james potter wishing me happy bday.. with a cake and everything.. i will simply pass out IM COVERING HIM!!!! AND YOU!!!! IN KISSES!!!

thank u so much babe.. this is so lovely and i'm filled with joy right now I ADORE U <333

[flalalamp]

LAURIEEE

[oh-snapperss]

Hi laurieee get messaged

oh my fucking god . this is what i get for admitting in hermbi i have almost 300 unanswered asks huh

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Hi Laurieee!! Have you played the most recent beast yeast update?? If so did you like what happened in the end?? I’m asking this bcz the moment I played and saw Goldie I instantly thought abt u idk why 😭

I'm in the process of playing it! I'm six stages in right now, so....nowhere near the end, heheh.....I'm pacing myself, for multiple reasons. ^^ So no spoilies, pleeeeease!

(........Y-you really thought of ME when you saw h-her.....? Wha....? o///////o Wh-why-? F-fic aside, I....I-I don't deserve to be a-associated with her- >///////<)

[untitledbandcomic]

UBC#2 - Paid in Exposure (to Asbestos)

{ID - six panel comic titled, 'UBC#2 - Paid in Exposure (to Asbestos)', featuring four characters (Laurie, Kaz, J and KC). Full ID under cut. END ID}

we're not talking about the month between these pages. i said low comittment for a reason. anyway if this happens to you IRL you run ok? yea.

Full ID: Six panel comic featuring Laurie Alistair, Kaz, J and KC, all located within a dingy, run-down club (Dreamscape).

J laughs bashfully and says, "So, uh... When I said this was a new venue... heh." Laurie stares back at J, fingers steepled as he processes. "SO. Let me clarify: You spent ALL your funds on a sign." He points both hands at J and closes his eyes, almost looking like he's praying. In the background, Kaz has stepped in something brown and sticky. They cry out, "LAURIEEE I'm gonna DIE here"

Laurie continues: "And you want Kaz to recoup the costs with a show... tomorrow..." He gestures around to the room, finally snapping slightly and looking stunned and slightly terrified. "HERE?!" J tries to respond, "It'll look BRAND NEW by tomorrow, trust me!"

KC enters the club carrying a large cardboard box. He looks oblivious to the conversation, and carries on a long, loud, non-stop monologue as he enters: "Hey J Babe Where D'You Want The Mould Remover They Didn't Have Enough So I Had To Go To Two Different Stores Your Change's In The Thingy In The Car OH. Also I Think That Maybe That Plumber Was A Crook Because The-" KC finally notices the newcomers and cuts himself off to greet them brightly: "Ah! You guys are the performers, right? Hi! I'm KC!"

END ID

Character Descriptions:

Laurie Alistair (he/she/they) is a tall, broad-shouldered white person with long ginger and grey hair in a ponytail. He has green-grey eyes and thick eyebrows. Here, he wears a brown suit with a matching tie, and a single green earring that dangles from his right ear.

Kaz (she/they) is a short, fat black person with a lavender buzzcut. She has teal eyes and vitiligio in patches over her eyes, top lip, each side of her neck and on her underarms. Here, she wears a short sleeved red leather jacket and matching boots. She wears red headphones with antennae on the cups.

J (he/him) is a tall, thin mixed man with ginger hair under a green beanie, and a matching ginger goatee. He has blue eyes. Here, he wears a tight fit navy turtleneck. He also has a silver ball tongue piercing.

KC (he/him) is a short, muscled white person with white blonde hair cut into a fluffy mullet, with two larger spikes that look like cat ears. He has hazel eyes. Here, he wears a red tracksuit with gold accents, black biker shorts, and a blue vest. He also wears a matching red sweatband.

[rebelpeas]

explodes you with my mind

HEHE hiiii laurieee :D ctubbo my ctubbo i am deep in brainrot about him today. i hope you liked the playlist but i am guessing based on the telepathic explosions that it was a success

(for outside reference this is the playlist)

[carniferous]

hi dil beloved <3 i'm here to get a tiny bite out of ur brain <3 and be insane over ur writing once again <333

idk how vague u want the concepts to be so . jegulus sick fic??? or drunk shenanigans?? i'll take literally anything

laurieee laurie my love!! okay this ask made me remember something: when i was first drafting ibhfts, i had this vague idea that james would get sick at one point during the fic? it was going to be towards the end but i ended up scrapping this idea because it wouldn't really fit with how the plot has developed so far. but really the MAIN reason i wanted to include it so badly is bc i loveeee sickfics (like. i love them so much) so i decided to use this opportunity to write out a little scene that could've been in that version of ibhfts

just fyi this scene will NOT be in ibhfts but it does contain mild spoilers for ch 13 and potentially events that will happen in future chapters. this one is also completely unedited btw !!

It really does serve James right for laughing at him. He hadn’t even cast an Impervious before trekking about in the rain without a care, and then he’d had the gall to laugh in Regulus’s face, to clutch at Regulus’s hands as they toweled off his hair, say What are you so worried about? I don’t get sick! Regulus tries not to feel smug about it as James sniffles and shivers under the covers—and then, perhaps deservedly, James’s bleary, pitiful expression every time he opens his eyes makes it difficult to feel smug about anything.

“You’re such a baby,” he murmurs, practically croons as he strokes the back of his finger against James’s feverish face. “Seriously, who gets sick from being out in the rain? You’re supposed to be a Quidditch player.”

James groans hoarsely, “You’re being mean. Here I am suffering, and you’re being mean to me. What if I died? What then?” 

“You just have a cold, for Merlin’s sake,” he replies, grinning, a strange glee rising up in him at James’s prone and vulnerable state. At how pitiful he is.

“How do you know? You’re not a Healer.”

“Your mother’s a Healer, you idiot, and she says you have a cold.”

“I’m dying,” James whines.

“Baby,” says Regulus, and he means it as a taunt, but it comes out strange and tinged with too much affection. James’s eyes open, his gaze heavy-lidded, curious. Regulus feels heat pool in his spine. 

He shoots to his feet, cheeks warming. “Are you thirsty? I’ll get you some water.”

Somehow, James’s silence as he leaves makes him feel even more unsteady. He has to force his hands to stop shaking long enough for him to pour the water.

When he returns upstairs, James has fallen asleep. His eyelashes flutter as the door opens, his hand curls gently in the sheets. As quietly as possible, Regulus sets the glass down on his bedside table and leaves. 

The day passes like that, strangely quiet without James’s usual energy filling the house. Sirius doesn’t come downstairs, which is simultaneously a blessing and something that sends anxiety skittering across his skin. Regulus keeps searching for him in his periphery. He can’t help it. Back at home, Sirius had the unsettling habit of materializing in doorways, hallways, anywhere to startle Regulus. Sirius’s loud boisterousness was mostly show; he could move as silently as a mouse when he wanted to. As silently as their mother.

It doesn’t matter, though. In the end, it’s Regulus who ends up finding Sirius. 

He’s carrying a bowl of soup on a tray when he opens the door to James’s room. Sirius sits at his bedside. He glances over his shoulder at Regulus, surveys him impassively.

“He’s asleep,” Sirius says.  

Regulus feels his grip tighten reflexively on the tray. He swallows, forces himself to set it down on the nightstand. 

“I’ll leave it here for him.” A pause, then, “He slept the whole day?”

Sirius hums an affirmative, leaning over to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. He stares up at Regulus with a quizzical, probing look in his eyes.

Suddenly, Regulus is tired of it. The way that Sirius has been since he returned, neutral and observant—watchful gaze keeping track of Regulus’s every movement, every expression, as though looking to catch him in something. Silently judging Regulus for the space he takes up in Godric’s Hollow.

If you didn’t want me to live here, Regulus thinks, you shouldn’t have let me.

“You’re worried about him,” Sirius says slowly, with great finality. 

“It’s a cold,” says Regulus. “I’d be stupid to be worried.”

Sirius arches a brow. Regulus feels himself flush. 

“He was saying your name in his sleep. James,” as though he could’ve been talking about anyone else. 

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek. His mind races for a response. 

That’s what’s been irritating him. Sirius is too fucking perceptive. He knows Regulus too well. He knows James even better. And there’s nothing he hates more than being kept in the dark.

“He kept asking where you were going. He seemed upset.”

“What’s your point?”

“He dreamt of you, Regulus,” Sirius says, still with that slow and impassive finality, circling around some realization that he wants Regulus to confirm.

Well, bully for him. Regulus makes a show of rolling his eyes: “A fever dream. Again, your point?”

“I was gone for a while,” Sirius muses, almost to himself. But when his eyes flick upwards, they’re needle-sharp. “Not that long, though.”

“Are you enjoying being needlessly cryptic, or are you eventually going to say what you mean?”

“Something happened between you two,” he says. “Didn’t it?”

Another eye-roll. This is a practiced thing, indifference towards Sirius and his endless suspicions. Regulus was twelve years old when he realized that the more he cared what Sirius thought of him, the more Sirius could hurt him. He was twelve years old when he learned that Sirius would hurt him, given the opportunity.

“Lots of things happened. Like you said,” Regulus meets his gaze, “You were gone a long time.”

Sirius grins. It’s not a nice grin. If James were awake to see it, Regulus thinks he’d be shocked at such an expression on his best friend’s face.

Regulus says, eyes narrowed, “Besides, you asked him to take care of me. Didn’t you?”

The grin falls away. “Well, fuck. I didn’t think he’d tell you that.”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” says Regulus. “Next time you ask one of your friends to babysit me, try to show a bit more discretion.”

“Piss off,” says Sirius, looking genuinely a bit abashed. “As if I was wrong to be worried.”

“Why? Because I’d ruin your darling reputation by being so horrible to the Potters?”

Sirius blinks at him, long and slow. “Because you’d just run away from home after our mother crucio’d you, you git.”

“Oh.” Regulus falls silent. His gaze falls on James’s sleeping face, still flush with fever, a sheen of sweat on his brow. 

He doesn’t know what shows in his expression, but when he looks back up, Sirius is staring at him with wide eyes. 

“Merlin,” he says.

“What?”

“You—”

“Reg?” A slurred voice, heavy with sleep, and Regulus turns immediately. James cracks his eyes open, and a grin spreads over his face. “Hi, Reg. Where’d you go?”

“I—” Regulus darts a half-panicked glance towards Sirius. “I was just letting you sleep.”

“I couldn’t find you.”

Sirius clears his throat loudly. James blinks, and some awareness seems to come back to him.

“Padfoot,” he says, pushing himself up onto his elbows. 

“Hey, Prongs,” Sirius says, full of warmth. “When’re you getting out of this bed, huh?”

“Not soon enough. How long were you sitting there?”

His smile turns blithe, “A while. I’m starving, though, gonna grab something to eat. Rest up, okay?”

James nods as Sirius gets up and leaves, sending Regulus a long, searching look on his way out. Regulus can’t help the breath he releases when the door clicks shut.

“He suspects,” says Regulus.

“Who, Sirius?” James tilts his head to the side, unconcerned, and pushes himself into a sitting position. “Probably.”

“I wish you’d sound more worried about that.”

James hums noncommittally. “Is that soup?”

“James,” Regulus sighs, but he still takes the tray and places it carefully in James’s lap. 

James spoons the soup into his mouth thoughtfully, “He’ll have to find out eventually, you know.”

“You and I share different opinions on that.”

“Yeah, and your opinion makes no sense. How would we keep it from him? Logistically, how would that work?”

“I’ve kept bigger things from Sirius.”

“I haven’t.”

A pause. Regulus looks down at his lap, at his hands laid over one another, murmurs, “I know, James.”

James sets down the spoon. Wordlessly, he reaches over and brushes his thumb down the side of Regulus’s face, a soothing gesture. Regulus leans into the touch, drops his cheek into James’s waiting palm. Lets the solid warmth of it seep into his skin. 

“I just don’t see the point,” James says softly. “The longer we keep it from him, the harder it will be to eventually tell him.”

“It’ll always be hard to tell him, no matter what.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he’ll think I’m trying to take you from him.”

James looks at him incredulously, guilelessly, “But you’re not.”

Regulus’s mouth twitches, and he turns his face into James’s palm to hide his tiny smile. He presses a kiss there—once, then twice. He thinks of being  eleven and watching Sirius walk away from him with an arm slung around James’s shoulders. Of being thirteen and knowing desire, real desire, for the first time: at the sight of James laughing at a joke Sirius was telling him.

“No,” he whispers, and he presses his face deeper into the skin of James’s open hand. “Of course I’m not.”

[mrsarnold]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCHHHHHHH

I love you hoe

HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY ❤️❤️❤️

THANK YOU LAURIEEE

[ablatheringblatherskite]

8, 9, and 13!!

HI LAURIEEE

8. A song you loved when you were a little kid

9. A song you loved 5 years ago

13. A song that reminds you of your current partner/crush

(I don't have a partner or an irl crush so here have a song by my celebrity crush)

Send me a number (song edition!)

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

guys, go check out laurie and request something <3 her writing is awesome and she's so talented, she absolutely deserves your attention!!

Hi!

I thought about that title for a solid three hours. Anyway.

Hi, welcome to my blog, I'm Laurie! I mainly started this to write fanfic, so that's what you'll find here. Below, you'll find a list of fandoms I'm in, as well as whether or not requests are open.

Fandoms I write for:

The Grishaverse (books and series)

The MCU, but keep in mind that I haven't seen any of the series

The Amazing Spider-Man verse

Arcane

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson

The Maze Runner

Keep an eye on this list because there might be other ones added, or current ones may be taken off. As for characters, I generally write for any character in the fandom.

Request are currently OPEN!

What can you request?

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-Would include's

Guidelines:

I don't write nsfw.

Please only request something in the "ask me anything" part of this blog.

You can totally request anonymously!

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Please don't be shy to request something! I promise I don't bite :)