#*lili voice* yeah and it pisses you off

[mirchloe]

since you were just posting about them, KittyLili and/or RazBobby for the ship bingo!

KITTYLILIIIIIII!!!!

ohh. man, it's all about the subtext!!! the striking lore that is totally there, i swear! it's the way lili hid in the shadows, watching franke and kitty making their friendship bracelets. the way lili trails off when she has to make a comment on kitty's campster. the way kitty doesn't acknowledge her in the slightest, but definitely knows she's there in aforementioned shadows. they have history!! and it has something to do with feeling slighted, feeling ignored, feeling like there is an imbalance there when i think they used to be actual friends! (realizing it now that they even have parallels with strained relationships with their dads, tho while lili is about to reconcile with truman, there's distance between kitty and her dad, who plies her with money and clothes and seems to adhere to whatever kitty wants without giving her any actual affection hmmmm)

kitty does want to wrap people around her finger. she's learned it from her the best (her dad). she hasn't stayed in one place for too long, so all of her friendships are fleeting, and she knows it. she has to be top dog, and she throws her wealth around because it's not like she'll ever see these kids for years to come. lili, being the daughter of the grand head, would make for an excellent "friend," but the catch is that lili is headstrong! she's not compliant like franke. she says what's on her mind! but the thing is they're both kind of lonely - kitty doesn't have many *strong* connections in a way that feels genuine while lili's status as the grand head's daughter and and gradual disillusionment with the system impacts her (along with her own lack of friends), but i think they actually had a solid basis when they were friends. kitty hadn't met anyone quite like lili. i like to think they did each other's make up, their hair, but kitty wasn't interested in comics or what lili wanted. it had to be on kitty's terms, and it was fine for a bit because kitty was at least nice to lili, but lili isn't one to take being mistreated sitting down (and when she feels the pull of confusion, realizing she might have been under kitty's influence after some time, she's had it). things don't work out. kitty moves on. lili is left in the dust (again), but later makes new friends over the years (quentin, chops, dogen, chloe, crystal, etc) while kitty's connection is really only franke in a sense that feels genuine, but there is still that need to be superior over the other, especially for kitty, while lili grumbles at a scene that used to belong to her and kitty and one she can scoff at, possibly thinking it'll soon be franke's turn to be shunned by kitty.

BUT! i think kitty does want to be liked! i think when she finally settles somewhere, and maybe deals with her dad stuff, or even gets away from him to start on her own, she...wants new connections, but doesn't know how to make them without being disingenuous. it's a real "i told you so" situation where lili has close friends and associates while kitty is on the sidelines looking at her. i can go in to the nitty gritty, but i do like thinking they reconnect as a good coworkers, office gossips, and maybe even pseudo-friends (who sometimes nestle closer than expected, but they like physical contact, so who would complain?) kitty tends to lay it on thick, tho, she's drawling, "liliiiiiii, babyyy, come take time off work with me. there's a new store over on fourth and station, and i wanna buy half the stock. for funsies. and to skip work. because what the fuck do i even do here lol." and carts lili off after a bit of protesting from lili (and sometimes no protesting at all! yay for skipping work and being gal pals who sometimes kiss behind the jet) (kitty has to kiss lili behind the jet to make up for the *dastardly* sight of seeing bobby and raz kissing there and needs it scrubbed with a beautiful dash of yuri) (kitty is a yuri warrior through and through).

[loveluvrs]

the slip up l lando norris x reader

request/summary – lando and reader are in a secret established relationship, until lando accidentally slips up on stream

author's notes – first piece of writing, feedback appreciated!!! this is just my thoughts written down honestly, i didn’t have much idea where i was going with it so enjoy.

Max was streaming with Lando at his place. Lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to Max. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time. 

“Mate, I’m gonna leave, you’re being so boring,” Lando joked under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I’ll make things more interesting then. Chat, wanna know something really interesting about Lando?” Max asked with a mischievous smile as he looked back at Lando. Lando watched with suspicion of what max could say next. 

“Lando’s got a secret girlfriend,” Max sings to annoy Lando. Lando’s eyes shot up, his heart pounding as he turned off his phone, the same phone he was using to text you, his girlfriend. “I don’t, chat, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to piss me off,” Lando says as he shoots Max a glare. 

—————

A few months later, everyone has chalked up that interaction to Max simply trying to annoy and rile up Lando, and no one thought much of it. On a miracle of a night in spring, Lando was in Monaco and decided to stream. He had a hoodie on, his hair all messy, but a smile on his face. About an hour into the stream, I knock on the door of his stream room quietly. Lando immediately turned off his video and mic, telling chat to give him a minute. 

I walk in, a black slip dress on with a cropped white cardigan, my hair and makeup done all fancy. “Hi, baby,” Lando says as he pulls me in by the waist, onto his lap. “Girls night tonight, right?” He says with a soft smile. He always makes sure to pay attention to anything I’ve mentioned to him, including my plans to hang out with Lily and Carmen tonight, Alex and George’s girlfriends. 

I hum in response. “Yeah, we’re gonna get dinner and then take some Instagram photos,” I say as I stand up from his lap, “you like the dress? It’s new.” I give him a little twirl to show off the dress. 

Lando smiles brightly. “I love it, baby, you look gorgeous. Like always,” he says as he leans in for a kiss. “Text me when you’re done and need me to pick you up, yeah?” I nod and smile. 

Once I leave, Lando puts his headset back on, turning his mic and camera back on. He scrunches up his face as he’s met by shouting from Max into his headset. “What’s your problem, man?” Lando asks with confusion. Max sighs. “Lando, you had your mic on the whole time. People heard that whole conversation and I was trying to tell you but as always, you ignored me,” Max says with some frustration in his voice, but mostly amusement. 

“Oh,” Lando says as he realizes what has happened. Not knowing what to do, Lando panics and ends stream. 

When my friends and I reach the restaurant, we find it pouring rain, which was the most of our worries since the restaurant was outdoor. With frowns, we all pile back into the car and drive ourselves home. I arrive home only twenty minutes after I left, my dress soaked. My brows furrow in confusion to see Lando on the couch on his phone when i come back, and not on stream. 

I slip off my shoes. “I thought you were streaming?” I ask softly as I make my way over to him. “What happened to you? You’re all soaked! Here, let me get you a towel and you can get dressed into some of my hoodie and sweats to get comfy,” Lando says, trying to avoid the fact that he had just live streamed his whole conversation with his girlfriend. 

I saw the panic in Lando’s eyes. “Stop,” I say as I stood in front of him, “what did you do?” Lando shoots me a bright grin. “I love you, babe. So so much. And you know I’d do anything for you.” This made me even more suspicious. “Lan,” I say as my eyes narrowed.

“Okay, okay. I might have forgotten to mute my mic when we were talking right before you left. I swear I thought I had turned it off!” He says as he panics before beginning to ramble. “And I called you baby, and gorgeous, and your voice was heard too. And Max was telling me the whole time through my headset, but it was off and even if it were on, you know I don’t think about anything else when I’m with you. And there were thousands of people on the stream and you specifically told me you wanted to keep it private because you didn’t want to get hate crimed by the fans and you wouldn’t be able to handle it and I mean, I wanted to but it just slipped and im so so sorry but-“ He stops in confusion when a giggle escapes my lips. “Why aren’t you upset?” He asks slowly.

I smile as I slip my arms around his neck, his hands instinctively wrapping around my waist. “Well. Number one, you’re cute when you panic. Number two, no one saw me, so it’s okay. I mean, considering how in love you are with me, they were bound to find out at some point that you had a girlfriend,” I tease with a smile tugging at my lips. 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully at me. “Okay, yeah. I am absolutely in love with you. Still, you’re not bothered by this?” he asks slowly, hesitation lacing his voice.

“I promise I’m not. It was a mistake. Plus, that just means it’s gonna be all the more fun trying to watch them figure out who it is you’re dating,” I say playfully with a giggle. 

“That’s true,” Lando says softly with a hum, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Although, don’t make me have to have you on adult supervision every time you stream now to make sure nothing else slips out of your mouth,” I tease as I playfully poke his side. 

“Ah! Okay okay, promise,” he says with a giggle as he leans in for a gentle and loving kiss.

[my-castles-crumbling]

accidental - December 9th - wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 262

"That was shit, Black. Even for you!" Lily said sternly, grabbing Sirius's shoulder and pinning him to the wall of the corridor.

"I-what?" Sirius asked confusedly. Normally, he knew exactly what he'd done to piss the Prefect off, but this time he was drawing a blank.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me! Sending Remus a flower for Valentine's Day?" Lily asked, rolling her eyes impatiently.

Sirius felt himself blush. "I...did he not like it?" He'd done it on a drunken whim, and been nervous about it never since. He figured Remus might dislike the public display of affection, things between them were a bit tenuous and they were figuring it all out, but for Lily to call it 'shit' was a bit of a blow to his ego.

"That's not the point! You're obviously fucking with his feelings!" Lily started furiously, throwing her hands in the air.

"I'm not," Sirius mumbled quietly, already feeling himself turn red.

She sent him a scathing look. "So you're telling me you sent it accidentally? Sure, Sirius, you're that dumb. I-"

"No. I'm not messing with him and it wasn't an accident," Sirius said quietly, looking down, waiting for her to figure out.

It took about ten seconds of silence before Lily murmured. "Oh."

"Yeah."

She blinked and shifted uncomfortably. "Well...in that case...he really liked it, actually."

Sirius's heart leapt. "Yeah?" he asked, voice cracking with hope.

"Yeah," Lily nodded, frowning a bit. "But if you hurt him, I swear to Merlin-"

"Right-o, Evans!" he answered with a grin, running off to try to find Remus.

[demonic0angel]

Anger Management prompt where there is a car accident, except it's in space, between Team Phantom and The Outlaws.

(Lmaoooo this is so freaking funny bc my sister got into a car accident just a week ago. She’s fine tho, dw)

Part 2

“Fuck you!” The teenager immediately screamed. “Where the hell did you learn to drive?! Go back to school, fucking dumbass! You can’t even drive, you piece of sh—”

He was then pulled back by one of his friends, who grabbed him and dragged him back to their normal looking, definitely not broken spacecraft. A girl, dressed in a very distinctive style of goth, then made an awkward face, popped her gum, and said, “Sorry about him. He has really bad road rage.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “I can see that. So what’re we going to do now? You crashed into our spacecraft!”

“Well, you don’t have spaceship insurance, do you?” The girl drawled.

Jason was suddenly reminded of why he hated Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. They were goddamn insufferable, obnoxious, annoying, irresponsible teenagers.

Jason suddenly felt like he aged 20 years in an instant and wondered if this was what Dick felt like, being so old.

Roy patted him on the arm. “Want me to take care of this?”

Jason gestured for him to go ahead, already feeling a headache. Roy walked forward and smiled charmingly. “Hey, kiddo! So, it’s not a big deal that we got bumped into— happens all the time! But we just want to know where your parents are! And why you’re out in space! And how we’re going to get back to earth, since our shipped is now wrecked. You know what earth is, right? Earth is—”

“We know what earth is,” the same cursing teenager from earlier said with a snide tone, “We live there too.”

Roy and Jason blinked.

Then Jason spat, “Well, that doesn’t do us shit! We still have a wrecked spacecraft and we’re stuck here on this moon until you fix it! Don’t think you can just fly away! We’re stranded because of you brats!”

Kori then appeared out of the spacecraft and flew down to them all. The kids all immediately stopped, eyes wide in awe. She smiled and said, “Hello, children! Is there anyway you can help us? You did wreck our spacecraft after all.”

Immediately, in the most respectful tone Jason had ever heard, the two-faced brat from earlier then said, “I’m so sorry, miss. We didn’t think that anyone would be exploring this part of space out here, so we weren’t looking! We’re sorry. We don’t have the tools to fix it either.”

Jason’s entire face suddenly wanted to break out into the nastiest glare he could muster. So not only did this kid blatantly show favoritism to Kori (even if she was definitely super cool), he also couldn’t help at all despite the fact that he completely stranded them in space after being careless with a spaceship?

Kori frowned and they all shared a look. Now what? Jason could feel the migraine get more annoying and he almost wanted to pull out his gun just to kill some kids and feel better about his shitty fucking day, when the other teen, who had pulled away the feral brat, spoke up and said, “We can call Jazz!”

“Oh yeah! Jazz! Quick, Sam, call her up!”

Roy narrowed his eyes. “Who’s Jazz?”

“My big sister,” the brat said, “She’ll fix this.”

Great. Another annoying person who would only make his headache worse and possibly piss him off even further. However, just as he finished thinking this and sharing another annoyed look with Roy, a green portal opened up and a goddess stepped down.

She was tall, with a curvaceous figure wrapped in black and blue robes, as well as a fluffy cape around her shoulders. Her hair fell down over her back, colored red like fire and sunsets and tiger lilies, and her face was that of a statue, carefully designed, crafted, and admired by all. She was so beautiful and picturesque that the air around her seemed to glow like a halo.

Just looking at her made Jason’s sorrows disappear.

She blinked her fluttering eyelashes over her turquoise eyes and then asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

Her voice was so angelic that Jason didn’t even feel his headache anymore.

“Nothing now that you’re here,” Jason said dreamily.

“Oh my god,” Roy said, hand over his mouth as he stared at Jason in shock. Even Kori looked shocked and amused.

The boy with black hair shared a disgusted look with his friends. “I thought that would’ve been my line.”

[mxstellatayte]

Hi! So I lobe what you have been posting and really want one with either max or mick?

One where they don't realises that they are covered in hickey or scratches?

And it gets called out by either the fans or the press/other drivers?

Please do nsfw either a flashback or one afterwards with a bit of revenge towards our dear reader

Thank yoz and keep up the amazing work 🫶🫶

hey there! i absolutely love all the detail you've given me to work with <3 also i straight up had a physical reaction to this because RAAAAAARGH this is. so hot. also this takes place before singapore 2024 :)

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it was the flash of papaya among a sea of navy blue that snapped max out of the zoned-out daze he'd been in for the past few minutes. lando.

thank christ.

he reaches out his hand, clasping the mclaren driver's own and bringing him in for a brief hug before stepping back. thankfully, there isn't any media around right now, or max might just flip a table. he's getting real sick of putting up a wall of friendliness when all he wanted to do was escape to his driver's room and mentally prepare for the upcoming qualifying session.

they make small talk for a few moments, talking about the track evolution throughout the day, the brutal heat and humidity, the added drs zone, lap times...

"you get up to anything last night, mate?" lando quirks an eyebrow and sips from his black drinks bottle as he asks the question, leaning his hip against a random storage container.

you'd been wandering around the paddock with lily zneimer while max finished up in the post-practice press conference, doing anything you could to escape the absolutely brutal singaporean heat. however, it seemed that the moment max left you alone, any man within a ten kilometer radius immediately decided to flirt with you.

as soon as the press conference was over and max was released from any further duties, he began searching for you throughout the paddock. after fifteen unsuccessful minutes, though, he thankfully ran into someone who might have a vague idea as to where you may be.

"daniel, have you seen-"

"mclaren hospitality with zneimer."

"thanks."

as max approached the painfully orange building, he heard your voice, mood immediately lifting. what he heard, however, pissed him off beyond measure.

"-told you, i have a boyfriend. i'm not interested. now, if you could kindly fuck off, i'm trying to enjoy my lunch."

what the fuck?

when he rounded the corner, he saw who you were talking to, and... really? this guy thought he had a chance with you? if there was anything more about the situation that could piss max off even more, it's the fact that he's leaning in way too close for his- and your- comfort.

"hey, schatje. everything all good over here?" max rests a hand on your shoulder, deliberately placing himself between you and this creep who won't leave you alone.

"yeah, everything's good. how did the press conference go?" you tilt your head back, and max immediately understands, ducking down to kiss you quickly.

it's that moment that the man bothering you chooses to speak up, and he somehow says the one thing that wouldn't help his situation right now, embarrassing as it is already. "could've just said you had a boyfriend. fuckin' bitch." max's hand twitches on your shoulder and you bring your own up to rest on it, holding him in place. instead of any other reaction, max offers him a fake smile before he storms off, leaving the two of you to burst into laughter.

max sits down next to you, steals a bite of your croissant, and leans back in his chair, a cocky smirk on his face as he chews the flaky pastry. "i was eating that, thank you very much."

"i'll buy you another one," max replies nonchalantly as if he didn't just stare daggers into the heart of the man that was flirting with you. "it seems like you need something that tells people you're taken, though."

later that night, max's lips and teeth ghosted across the skin of your neck, breasts, and thighs as you squirmed beneath him, promising that the blues, purples, and yellows that mottled your skin would ensure that no one would even think about flirting with you.

"nah, nothing much," max lies. "just the team debrief, some sim work, checking over numbers with gp, that kind of stuff. what about you?"

"nah, nothing much," lando responds with a shrug, teeth still clamped around the bendy straw. "played some padel games with max but we were roasted by the end of it. fell dead asleep by nine."

"yeah, the heat always beats it out of me here. i'm probably going to sleep for thirteen hours straight after the race on sunday."

"i probably will, too, honestly, but mostly because i can't beat the jet lag here." max nods in agreement, taking a sip out of his own drinks bottle. "a little birdy told me that you got up to more than just racing review, last night, though."

max's eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he swallows the gulp of water he'd taken. "what do you mean?"

"your neck, mate."

max whined as his hips canted up into yours, his hands desperately grabbing at your arms. your tongue laved over your teeth marks, matching blues and purples littering the lower part of max's neck but coming high enough so that they'd be just visible over the high collar of his fireproofs and race suit. "fuck, schatje, feels so good."

"yeah? you like everyone knowing that you're mine?" all max can do is nod pathetically, biting down on his lower lip in order to muffle the sounds he so desperately wants to make. "use your words, max."

"love it, want everyone to know i'm yours. everyone needs to know."

"there you go, baby." your hips resume their previous pattern, and you groan openly at the delicious slide of max's cock inside of you, filling you up so perfectly. he cries out when you shift your lips lower, taking his left nipple between your teeth gently, and you're able to pry one of his hands from your arm, bringing it to your own breast in hopes that he gets the memo.

he does.

max's hand immediately kneads at your breast, and you groan, your mouth shifting over to his other nipple and repeating the same ministrations, letting your teeth graze it ever so slightly between gentle licks and sucks. "mm, fuck, schatje, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum-"

"so cum for me, max." that's all max needs to hear before his head is thrown back and a beautiful moan rips itself from his throat, and you can't help but press your fingers into the bruises that litter his thick neck. the combination of the high-pitched wails that fill your ears and the feeling of max's cum filling you beyond full makes you fall over the edge, too, and you collapse onto his chest with a satisfied giggle.

max's hand immediately comes up to his neck and he tries not to wince at the flashes of pain that zip through his body, stemming from the lingering bite marks you'd left the night before, his eyes flashing wide. "that bad?"

"that bad," lando confirms with a nod and a smirk. "you might want to go find her and make her cover them up for you before qualifying."

[luvvictoria]

The chaotic Valentine

+ pairings. johnny "soap" macavish x f!reader

+ tags. romance, comedy, soap.

+ summary. Soap planned the perfect Valentine’s evening—romantic dinner, flowers, and a cozy night together—but everything spectacularly fell apart.

Soap had a plan.

And, in theory, it was a damn good plan.

Cook a nice dinner, surprise you with flowers, maybe even put on some music—something smooth, something that would make you melt right into his arms. He’d sweep you off your feet, have you looking at him all starry-eyed, and by the end of the night, well… he had plans for that, too.

Except, well. Things didn’t exactly go that way.

It started with the dinner.

Soap wasn’t a terrible cook. He could handle the basics—fry an egg, toast some bread, maybe even throw together a decent meal when the occasion called for it. But tonight, his luck had run out. And it had run far.

The steak? Burnt to a crisp. Not just a little overdone—no, this thing looked like it had been recovered from a house fire. It was blackened through, a tragic husk of what once could have been a beautiful, medium-rare masterpiece. The potatoes? Somehow both undercooked and charred, as if defying the very laws of cooking. And the sauce—well, the less said about the sauce, the better. It had started as a creamy garlic butter reduction and ended up as something resembling hot tar.

Then came the fire alarm.

Smoke curled from the pan in thick, ominous tendrils, slithering up to the ceiling with malicious intent. The smoke detector, sensing an emergency (which, to be fair, it wasn’t wrong), shrieked to life like a banshee.

"Shite—hold on, love, I got it!" Soap yelped, grabbing a dish towel and frantically waving it at the alarm like a man possessed. His other hand flailed toward the stove, turning off burners at random as if that might somehow undo the disaster he had just orchestrated.

You stood in the doorway, wide-eyed, watching the chaos unfold.

And then, despite yourself, you laughed.

It started as a small chuckle, but the sight of Soap—his face smudged with something suspiciously dark, his hair slightly singed at the ends, wildly swinging a dish towel as if he were fending off a swarm of bees—was too much. You doubled over, giggles wracking your body as tears pricked your eyes.

"Johnny," you choked out between gasps for air, "please tell me that’s not our dinner.”

He shot you a look, somewhere between defeated and desperate. "...Might’ve gone a bit wrong."

You tried—really, really tried—to keep a straight face, but the combination of the smoke still lingering in the air, the fire alarm’s dying beeps, and Soap’s entire existence in this moment had you biting down a laugh.

And then came the flowers.

A bouquet, hastily pulled from behind his back, slightly crumpled from what was probably an ill-advised last-minute grab at the store. They were lovely, truly, except… well.

They were lilies. The funeral kind.

You raised an eyebrow, inspecting them with barely concealed amusement. "You do know these symbolize mourning, right?"

Soap blinked. "What? No, they—" He frowned, looking down at the petals as if they had personally betrayed him. "Aw, bollocks."

The sheer defeat in his voice sent you over the edge. You snorted, barely stifling your laughter as you took the flowers anyway. "It’s the thought that counts, Johnny."

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Yeah, well, my thoughts can piss right off tonight."

At this point, it should have been clear that fate had it out for him, but the universe wasn’t quite done yet.

Somewhere between trying to salvage the mood with soft music (which, of course, refused to play properly, stuttering between static and some godforsaken remix of ‘Careless Whisper’), and him tripping over his own feet when he went to grab a drink, the night took another unexpected turn.

One moment, you were teasing him, his ears red from a mix of frustration and embarrassment. The next, you were outside—bundled in his jacket, your boots crunching in the fresh layer of snow.

"Alright, alright, laugh it up, sweets," he grumbled, watching as you doubled over, clutching your stomach from sheer amusement. "Glad I could be your entertainment for the evening."

"Oh, Johnny," you gasped between giggles, "I love you, but this might be the worst date in history."

"Oof," he clutched his chest, mock-wounded. "Right through the heart, that one."

"You’ll live."

"Aye, but will you?"

You barely had a second to register the challenge in his voice before a solid snowball smacked against your shoulder.

"Soap!" you shrieked, whipping around to see him grinning like an absolute menace.

"That’s what you get for slandering my efforts!"

Oh, it was on.

Without hesitation, you bent down, grabbing a handful of snow and launching it straight at his chest. It hit dead center, sending little flakes scattering across his hoodie.

"Oh, you cheeky—"

Before you could react, Soap lunged, tackling you straight into the snow. A squeal escaped you as the world tilted, cold powder flying up around you as he rolled you beneath him.

The impact wasn’t harsh, cushioned by the fresh snowfall, but it still knocked the breath from your lungs. You gasped, blinking up at him as he hovered over you, his weight pressing you into the ground.

His breath came out in soft, misty puffs against the crisp night air. His blue eyes, always so full of mischief, gleamed as they roamed over your face, his grin still lingering—but softer now, tinged with something else.

Warmth, affection… hunger.

Your chest rose and fell beneath him, and you huffed out a breathless laugh. "Alright, I surrender. You win."

But Soap didn’t move.

He just looked at you—really looked at you. The teasing melted away, something deeper settling into the space between you. His hands, still warm despite the cold, slid up your sides, his thumbs grazing over your ribs, slow and deliberate.

"Maybe," he murmured, voice rough. "But I still think I owe you, sweets."

The air shifted.

The playfulness was still there, lingering beneath the surface, but it had taken on a different edge—something heavier, something that sent warmth curling low in your stomach despite the icy ground beneath you.

His fingers traced higher, over the fabric of your sweater, over the dip of your waist, as he leaned down, his nose brushing yours. You could feel his warmth, his presence everywhere.

"Johnny…"

"Shh," he murmured, lips ghosting over yours, just barely there. "Let me make it up to you, aye?"

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down, his lips grazing yours—featherlight, teasing—before sinking into a kiss that stole the breath straight from your lungs. His weight pressed into you, solid and burning, even as the snow beneath you bit into your skin. His hands roamed, leaving trails of warmth where his fingers slipped beneath layers of fabric, tracing, teasing, claiming.

You shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his lips ghosted over your jaw, down the slope of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"You’re freezing," you whispered, barely able to get the words out as a full-body shudder overtook you.

Soap hummed, the sound reverberating against your throat. "Aye, well." His voice was a low, wicked murmur, laced with something that sent heat pooling in your stomach. "Guess we’ll just have to warm up, won’t we?"

And warm up you did.

By the time you made it back inside, your cheeks were flushed, your breath coming in ragged little gasps, and Soap—Soap had that grin. That devastating, up-to-no-good, you’re-in-for-it-now grin.

You barely had a second to regain your bearings before he was on you—tangling you up with him on the couch, hands greedy, mouth eager, his body slotting against yours like he was made to fit there. His fingers skimmed under your sweater, slow but insistent, drawing out every little reaction like he had all night to unravel you.

"Still think this night was a disaster?" he murmured, lips brushing over your skin between kisses, his voice edged with laughter, with promise.

You barely had the breath to answer—not when his hands were pressing, coaxing, burning—but as you clutched at him, your laughter tangled between stolen kisses, the answer was obvious.

Not in a million years.

[moonstruckme]

i cannot stop thinking about oblivious reader and remus where she’s talking about how she’s never been with anyone before bc no one likes her so remus is like i like you!! but she’s like haha ok yeah bc we are friends!! and he has to be like no i like you but she just thinks he’s taking piss but he’s actually being real with her i’m so 🤧

Thanks for requesting :)

cw: mention of alcohol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 870 words

“Ugh, they’re disgusting.” You take a sip of your drink, looking at James and Lily over the rim of your cup. Lily’s eating an ice cream sandwich she’d found in Sirius’ freezer, offering James bites while he traces lines between her freckles with his pinkie. “I want to be them so badly.” 

Remus hums. It’s the tail end of one of Sirius’ parties (or his soirees, as he insists upon calling them), and the atmosphere is heavy with a pleasant lethargy. The music is still playing from his record player, some slowish, bass-heavy rock, but most everyone has cleared out, and Sirius himself has fallen asleep on the opposite side of the couch from Lily and James, his mouth hanging open. 

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love,” you sigh. Remus turns to you, catching the longing in your look just before you hide it away. 

“You’ve never been in love?” he asks you. 

You give him a funny look. “No.” You shrug. “I’ve never dated anyone before.” 

Remus hadn’t known that. He has to remind himself, again, that he doesn’t know all that much about you. You’re new to their little group, a coworker of Lily’s that she’d started bringing around recently. Remus doesn’t know you very well, but he’s found the learning process surprisingly enjoyable. He likes being around you. 

“How’s that?” It slips out before he can think it through, brash and unlike him. He backpedals immediately. “Sorry, that was rude, I only meant that I’m a bit surprised. You don’t have to answer.” 

“No, it’s okay.” You give him a smile, infinite in your benevolence. “People just don’t seem to think of me that way. No one’s ever liked me.” 

You sound so casual about it, but Remus can’t help but think that must not be a nice way to think of yourself. He’s sure you’ve been considered romantically by plenty of people, even if they never had the guts to tell you about it. You’re lovely. You deserve to know it. 

He musters his courage. “I like you.” 

You laugh, and he thinks Sirius is going to have to mop his self-esteem up off the floor tomorrow morning as part of his party cleanup. 

“Thanks,” you say, “but you don’t count.” 

 Why the hell not?

“I mean, I’m glad you don’t mind me,” you go on, taking another sip of your drink, “but it’s different when you’re friends. I meant that nobody’s ever liked me, like, romantically.” 

You go a bit shy at the last word, self-consciousness pulling your shoulders almost imperceptibly upwards. Remus forgives your oversight instantly. 

“Do you really think it’s so unlikely that anyone could like you romantically?” he asks, refusing to lower his gaze even when you shrink a bit at the question. “You’re a catch, love, trust me.” 

You shake your head and smile, frustratingly good-natured. “Easy for you to say, you don’t have to date me.”

“Have to?” Remus’ voice rises incredulously. He glances towards James and Lily on the couch, lowering it. “I would love to.” 

“Ha ha,” you monotone, rolling your eyes and raising your cup to your lips. 

He can’t believe you think he’d joke about this. He can’t figure out what’s more cruel, the way you keep inadvertently shooting him down or the fact that you seem so heart-wrenchingly prepared to be made fun of. “I mean it.” Remus lets his voice drop into a more genuine register, and something in your look softens. “I would date you. I want to, if you do. You’re far from impossible to like.” 

Your lips actually part in surprise. “Seriously?” 

“Yeah, I…” He looks over at the couch, but James and Lily are effectively as dead to the world as Sirius, and at the volume you’re both speaking he doubts they’d be able to hear you over the music anyway. “I think you’re really lovely. I’ve been meaning to do something about it, I just…I didn’t know how. But would you want to?”

“To go on a date?” you ask, looking a bit dazed. Remus smiles, but before he can confirm you laugh at yourself, the sound rich and sweet as dark chocolate. “Sorry, that might be a stupid question. I haven’t done this before.” 

“I can’t believe that.” He shakes his head, astounded. For a girl like you to never get asked out? Well, it makes things a bit easier for him, jealousy-wise, but objectively it’s criminal. Remus supposes he’ll have to make up for it himself. “But yeah, I’d like to go on a date.” 

You nod, smile sticking on your face. “Me too. I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, finding that your smile seems to have stuck to him too. “Tomorrow, maybe? We could go for coffee.” He looks out the window behind you, where a faint line of gold on the horizon shows promise of sunrise. “I think we’ll both be needing it.” 

You laugh again. Remus decides that he likes it better than any song Sirius has played all night. “That sounds perfect. Thank you, Remus.” 

He’s not sure what you’re thanking him for. He’s the one who gets to take you to coffee tomorrow. He ought to be thanking you.

[confused-rat]

Lily fan here. Ok, I agree that it's most likely that some of the accusations of her being profic are true. I mean, she doesn't even deny writing Stockholm anymore. However, I still don't see how that justifies your and other haters' attitudes towards Lily. She isn't allowed to go on with her life? Why should she be stained forever for things she did ten years ago? It isn't like she raped or sexually harassed any of you, she wrote and liked disgusting shit and that's it. And even implying that she actually still likes idk, shotacon/lolicon (based on the Alchorative esix account) isn't it better that she keeps it to herself instead of trying to justify it? Is not like she's some kind of threat to anyone for liking that shit, even though it's disgusting, and bad, it isn't the type of shit that gets you the kind of harassment she's getting. She clearly just wants to make content and be left alone, so why are you doing this, do you enjoy torturing a trans woman because she's loudmouthed and doesn't take anyone's shit?

Hi! Weird you’re here about Stockholm when my recent stuff is about Tara Callie and how we’ve proven she never went to jail and that Lily’s made multiple contradictory stories about her — leading more credence to the idea that Tara was never real and Lily just catfished multiple people and sexually harassed and manipulated them. 

But okay, let’s talk about Stockholm instead!

I don’t care that Lily wrote Stockholm. You’re right. It was a cringe fic she wrote years ago, she’s allowed to move on and change her opinion on it. 

That isn’t what happened though, is it? Lily lied about it. First she said she didn’t write it. Then she said people edited it to make it porn. Then she purposely wrote it that way to piss off bronies. Then people were getting it confused with her other fic Scars. Then people were editing her voice to forge a false confession.

She deliberately lied to her audience, misrepresented the facts, and painted her detractors as unhinged liars — all to keep from holding accountability long enough to say “yeah I regret writing that.” 

That’s not something a good person does, so yeah, I think my attitude is pretty much justified?

And again, clearly she never kept this shit to herself, because she literally catfished folks and engaged with them sexually (or attempted to) under false pretenses. Maybe when she owns up to that I’ll shut up. ✌️

[disneyprincemuke]

god bless america

alternatively: our love language is making fun of you

in which it's everyone's favourite american's birthday and they can't help but take the piss out of him

(series masterlist)

the wind is knocked out from his chest as something lands on logan's back. he slowly opens his eyes, face still nuzzled into the pillow with his hands tucked under and the blanket pulled up to cover half his back.

"good morning, birthday boy!" she beams, her face sliding into his vision. "oscar and i have got a surprise for you downstairs."

"babe, just stay in bed with me," he says, voice raspy as he turns to wrap an arm around her waist. she squeaks when he yanks her under the blankets with him, pulling her into his chest.

"but babe, we were up all night thinking of how to celebrate your birthday so far from home," she whines, giggling as she scrambles to turn around and face him. she puts a hand on his chest and looks up, holding the blanket away from her face. "happy birthday, lo."

a sweet smile stretches his lips as his eyes adjust to the bright lights that shine into the room. "thank you. that's how many birthdays together?"

"nine as friends, and that's three as my trophy boyfriend," she teases, scooting to get closer to him.

"ah, your trophy boyfriend!" logan laughs, squeezing her waist as he yanks her into his body. he presses a kiss to her cheek, letting it linger before he pulls away. "i like the sound of that. don't forget to credit me when you win a championship, okay?"

"cute." she pulls her head back. "but, seriously. we spent all sunrise preparing something for you downstairs. i even got you a surprise."

"you put in the effort to prepare something for me, babe?"

"of course!" she beams, pulling the blankets down to sit up. she puts a hand on his chest and tilts her head. "i promise we can stay in bed all night. but right now, oscar and lily are waiting downstairs for us."

"yep, and the longer you stay inside the room, the more suspicious this gets!" they hear oscar shout from the other side of the door, followed by loud footsteps running down the stairs.

logan smiles up at her, rolling his eyes at what their best friend's just said to them. "okay, fine, i'll get up," he sighs. "but only because i love you. and i know that he won't shut up if i don't go downstairs right now."

"yeah," she hums with a small smile, puckering her lips to ask for a kiss. so he puckers his lips and leans into his girlfriend for a chaste kiss.

until she jumps into his lap, grabbing both of his cheeks and catching his lips between hers. he giggles against her lips, his hands coming up to grab her waist as she places her legs on either side of his hips.

"oscar's waiting for us," logan whispers, pulling away to take a quick breath. but he doesn't initiate breaking up their intimate moment, diving back down for another kiss.

"i know," she whispers. "but i couldn't help myself. it's your birthday."

"we should really go before oscar kicks that door down," logan smiles, hanging his legs from the edge of the bed. he keeps a protective hand on her lower back, smiling up at her.

she throws her head back and slowly climbs off his body. "alright, fine. but i'm not done with you yet, alright?"

she jabs a finger into his chest, smiling as she hops to the other side of the room. she grabs a shirt from logan's opened suitcase in the corner and tosses it at him. "i love you."

he smiles, bending down again to press a chaste kiss to her lips. "i love you too."

he pulls the shirt over his head and beams at her. "okay, let's go."

he grabs her hand before he reaches for the door, swinging it open and intertwining their fingers before he starts to make his way down the stairs.

"oh, look who decided to stop sucking faces and finally came to greet his friends for his birthday!" oscar exclaims sarcastically, arms folded on the table he's leaning on with a small grin. "happy birthday, mate!"

"happy birthday," lily greets softly with a small smile.

logan has to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes at the sight of oscar's kitchen. there's a flag of the united states hanging right over the piastri family portrait they've got hung in the hallway leading up to the kitchen, an eagle helium balloon tied down to the chair and his picture badly photoshopped against a flag with a kilometre joke.

he drops her hand and he takes a step away from her. "are you kidding me?"

"you don't like it?" she frowns, looking up at him with innocent bright eyes.

logan's frown slowly grows into a smile that he can no longer bite back. a giggle erupts from his throat and a hand comes up to cover his mouth. "you guys can't be serious even if my life depended on it."

"i tried to fight them against this idea, trust me," lily sighs, running a hand through her hair tiredly as she looks around the ridiculously decorated kitchen. "but i did have the pleasure of making you breakfast. so best believe that's at least not done with the intention of making fun of you for being an american. i did it because i value the fact that you were brought into this world on new year's eve."

"hey, you know i love how american you are," she teases, poking his shoulder. she swiftly lifts his arm and wraps it around her shoulder, slinging an arm around his waist. "even if it's kinda weird sometimes - you really did make it your personality when we were racing with prema."

"you guys are just hating because you don't like the countries you're from," logan scoffs, wrapping another arm around his girlfriend.

"there's not much to like about my country," she shrugs, resting her head on logan. "no, but you have to see the cake!"

"if it's got an america joke on it," logan sighs, shaking his head and he takes a step forward.

at the same time, oscar's nudging the cake towards the side logan is standing on. "who are you, the america joke police?" oscar scoffs. "we spent a really long time thinking about this! come on!"

"i really did try to stop them," lily sighs.

"aw, the date format's seriously not even my fault," he whines, throwing his arms into the air. "but at least it makes for a good date, right? 123123!"

she presses her lips together. "sure, logan! and lily made hamburgers for breakfast. the american way."

"there's an american way to cook hamburgers?" logan raises an eyebrow.

"the way you typically prefer your hamburgers," lily mutters. "we just call it the american way amongst ourselves to poke fun at you."

"i really feel like today is going to be a great day," logan smiles.

"you bet. we're taking you fishing, mate!" oscar cheers.

logan looks at his girlfriend with a teasing smile. "oh, you're joining me for fishing, babe? really?"

"don't push it. i'm only coming along because i'm afraid that the voices in my head will win when i see that one bird oscar was talking about the other day," she presses her lips together. she looks at oscar curiously. "i really think i could take one of them."

"a cassowary?" oscar snorts. "yeah, good luck, mate. i'll see you in hell."

she looks at logan. "i look like i could take one of them, right?"

logan shrugs. "really? that’s what you wanna do my birthday? you wanna fight?"

“yeah, okay,” she shrugs, dropping her arms. “happy birthday, and god bless america!”

kidy/n

🎵 all time low - if these sheets were the states

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kidy/n do u guys know what logan and nice guys have in common?

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user1 NOT HER USING A SCREENSHOT OF HIM IN THE GRASS DURING HIS ZANDVOORT CRASH

user2 idk it was kinda iconic of her

user3 idk how to feel about this one chief

oscarpiastri interesting choice of pictures

alex_albon wow thats logan through the years

kidy/n glow up or glow down, be honest

alex_albon glow DOWN because i need him to have that flag on his suit again for research purposes

kidy/n u heard him williamsracing

williamsracing on it boss kidy/n

maxverstappen1 wasn’t expecting to see me but alright, happy birthday logan i guess

user4 YES GOD BLESS AMERICAAAA

user5 HARD LAUNCH WHENNN HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN ����🦅🦅

logansargeant i rly wanna know what went thru ur mind when u were picking what to include in this birthday shoutout?

kidy/n ur best pictures of course 💙

logansargeant wrong, try again

logansargeant also, what do i have in common with nice guys?

kidy/n they finish last 🤝

kidy/n happy new year’s eve everyone!

user4 WAIT Y/N HUH

oscarpiastri personally i wouldnt take that

andrettiracing we’re bulk ordering a bunch of aloe vera

user5 WAAAAIT THERES NO WAY SHE SAID THAT ABOUT HER OWN BEST FRIEND LMFAOOO

logansargeant i’m blocking you

[jilymicrofics]

Our amazing writers have come together to sow a little extra love this Valentine's Day. Here to make everyone's heart blossom with joy at the astounding 19 fics!

Mia and Monty's Potion Shop by @tedwardremus for eclipsedechoesofmywords

After the death of his parents, James Potter takes over ownership of the family potion shop. He has to pass the Ministry's mandatory inspection to ensure he his following all safety regulations. Unfortunately for him, the Ministry inspector is his old Hogwarts rival and crush - Lily Evans.

Memories by @siriuslychessi for juniperpyre

James wants to show Lily a very special place in the castle but Lily is not patient enough to get surprised.

Neither Of Them by @eclipsedechoesofmywords for Constanzin

his wife by @juniperpyre for chiaraforfun

James interrupts an Order meeting to argue that Lily shouldn't be sent into the field under any circumstances. Lily is pissed, but kind of turned on. or Lily: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up James: you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

Castles Made of Sand by @practicecourts for Annabtg

Every single member of the noble and most ancient house of Black has to show up, however unwilling he or she might be, to any Black family event. It's the cursed tapestry. Sirius Black has tried pretty much everything he can think of to get himself off of the blasted thing, nothing so far has worked, until he meets an old friend from school. Lily Evans is absolutely sure she'll manage to turn the prodigal son and heir of the Blacks into a persona non grata, within three dates. Everything goes about as well as you'd expect.

Second Time's The Charm by @tinyluminaryzombie for @abihastastybeans

James kisses Lily and then dashes, leaving her to devise a plan. The goal? To be James's girlfriend by the end of the night.

Like I lived my whole life before the first light by @annabtg for Annasghost

The spark between them flares into life on the first day and never goes out. Lily thinks nothing of it at first — it’s just there, and he’s just a boy — but over the years, as she grows up and learns of life, there are some moments where it shines brighter. A heavenly provision, one might say; a little ray of light to brighten the cold, damp February mornings. Or: Five Valentine stories where James Potter came first in Lily Evans's heart and the one time he didn't.

Second Chances by @annasghosts for Emmathecasualauthor

Headquarters, 9 pm. For James Potter, it’s another Order meeting. For Lily Evans, it’s the crack that threatens to tear her carefully constructed world apart and force her to face the past she fled five years ago.

Something Big by @chiaraforfun for jjameslily

James wants to do a snowball fight

In Love, With Extra Credit by @livelaughlovetoread for Eastwindmlk

He's annoying. He's a nerd. He's handsome. And, He's hers. A Seventh-year Fluffy Sexy Jily

The Space Between by @jjameslily for Nena-96

Trapped at the Three Broomsticks during a snowstorm, James never expected that a night spent with a certain sharp-tongued rival would stir up feelings he hadn’t realized were there.

I Bet You Think About Me by @wearingaberetinparis for neverenoughmarauders

“Do you think about it sometimes?” Her voice was soft, shy almost, and when he looked up in surprise he noticed that her face was pinker than it had been a moment before. “About -?” He trailed off. “Yeah,” she nodded. “I mean…” he started, feeling as if he might as well lay his soul bare if he were to admit to the fact that he had never stopped thinking about what had happened between them just over a year ago, “… do you?

a woman taken by the wind by @littlefoldedpaperstars for siriuslychessi

“What?” James asked, slightly offended that he was being kicked out. “What are you guys doing?” “Performing human sacrifices,” said Marlene, heavy on the sarcasm. “Drinking the blood of men,” said Lily, notably less sarcastic than Marlene. James didn't have a vampire fetish, but if that was what Lily was into, he would be cool with it. - Or: James is immediately enchanted when he meets Lily and her one-eyed cat. Lily thinks she'd be better off alone (not counting her four cats).

In the Cracks of Light by @emmathecasualauthor for wearingaberetinparis

He blinks several times, and Lily can tell he’s trying to work out what he’s seeing. Who he’s seeing. Then, whatever has been keeping him( from registering the sight in front of him falls, because he manages to speak. “Lily?” Her heart positively plummets. In which Lily Evans is a Muggleborn street thief, and her latest target is a man she hasn't seen since she was seventeen.

Hold My Hand by @neverenoughmarauders for practicecourts

Lily Evans has spent months convincing herself that keeping her distance is the best way to protect her and James' friendship. On September 1st, her resolve to keep away must come to an end. However, the summer has only served to have her heart ache more for James, which spells trouble.

(Un)Happy Accidents by @eastwindmlk for tedwardremus

James Potter wants to ask Lily Evans something important, but it seems like the universe is against him and he regales his misadventures to his friends.

Scene from a Marriage Proposal by @constancezin for tinyluminaryzombie

A Sunday Kind of Love by @formerlympp for littlefoldedpaperstars

Lily never would have imagined moving into a flat where three men already lived together and all she could hope for were relatively tidy, non-axe murderers, who would let her live in peace. But life had other plans for her, and it all started with a simple Sunday morning.

Date Night by @nena-96 for livelaughlovetoread

James meets Richard Evans before taking Lily out on a date, but it seems that Richard wants to make sure his daughter won't get into any sorts of mischief. As always chaos ensues. or "What in Merlins saggy balls is going on here?!" Lily shouted.

[dsireland86]

Ooh Can you please make a Matt x reader fic inspired by True Love by P!nk? I heard this song and immediately thought of him

Yes! This song screams Matt!!

True Love (yeah, right)

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I'd had enough. Matt was on my last nerve and had been pissing me off all week, and now, I was at my wits end. Every single stupid thing he said drove me to the brink of madness, and I just wanted to slap the crap out of him or, even better, choke him to death.

"Y/N! Really?" I was talking to Jolly when I heard my boyfriend yell my name. Slowly, I turned around to face him, trying my best not to raise my voice back at him, but the look on Matt's face dug the knife a little deeper into my side. "What's your problem now, Dierkes?" Matt locked an eyebrow. "Oh, last name basis now, is it?" I folded my arms over my chest and clenched my jaw. "What do you want?" "You forgot to grab the bag that has all the connectors for the cables and wires for tonight! How am I supposed to set up sound equipment when I don't have everything I need?"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, stomping over to the pile of Matt's electronic crap in search of the bag I was looking for. "Why aren't you freaking responsible for your crap, Matt?" I yelled, growling in frustration when I couldn't find the bag either. "I am. Just sometimes I need an extra pair of eyes. I don't understand how a bag can just vanish. I put the damn bag with the other crap yesterday morning before everything was packed up." "You mean this bag right here?" I said, the irritation thick in my tone. I tossed a red canvas bag at Matt's feet, huffing loudly as I did so. He just stared at it at first, then slowly looked up at me. "I swear it wasn't there when I looked." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not your mother, Matt. I'm your girlfriend. Treat me like it."

Matt gave me the sweetest grin that just infuriated me to the core. "But I do. All the time." Matt and I just stared at each other for a minute, both of us knowing he was lying. Finally, I'd had enough. "Eat shit, Matt," I said, hoping the venom in my tone was felt. "Whoa! What the fuck? Really?" Glancing at him, I wanted nothing more right then to avoid Matt like the plague. I stomped off, going to the bathroom to cool off.

An hour or so later, Matt came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. The warmth of his body and the feeling of him holding me securely against his chest felt so good. For the first time today, I felt loved and wanted. But I wasn't going to let him know that.

"Let go of me. I'm still pissed off at you." Matt nuzzled his nose in my neck. "I told you, we can be mad at each other while I touch you." I shivered, my body igniting to life the moment he drug his nose and lips down the side of my neck. "I'm sorry." Matt's apology was sincere. It always was every time he came around to his senses and realized what an ass he was being. I followed his hands as they traveled down the front of me, hooking around the inside of my thighs and then over the central part of my core that was already burning for him and when he touched me, I couldn't help but whimper.

"Why are you so mean to me?" "I’m mean? That's rich coming from you," Matt chuckled, nipping the outer part of my ear and causing me to clench my thighs together. "Why do you love me?" He hummed, thinking for a moment, while guiding his hands up and down my thighs and over my bottom.

I was craving his touch, needing it like I needed the air I breathe, so desperately aching for it. "Because the idea of not loving you or falling out of love with you scares the shit out of me." His lips trailed down my neck, lightly sucking the skin beneath his tongue. "Because loving you is like breathing. I can't stop." I loved Matt, despite everything. He was the only love I'd ever known, the first guy to fall head over heels in love with me. Even though we bickered and argued and wondered why we stayed together half of the time because of the stupidest shit, even though nothing else could ever break my heart like him, I knew I could never do life without him.

"Can you please try not to be so mean?" I begged him, following his hands as they moved closer to the inside of my leggings. "What if I don't want to? What if I like it too much?" "But I know you can do it, Matty," I smiled, rutting my bottom against the hardened bulge pressing against it. He sucked in a breath, hissing quietly from the feeling. "I know you know how to romance me and make me want you." He glided his mouth over the skin of my jaw and neck while pulling. "But I thought I was mean?" "You are, but so am I." Matt cupped my breast, squeezing them just right so that I tossed my head back against his shoulder. "Must be true love then, huh?" "Must be," I chuckled, placing my hands over top of his. "I love you, Matty." "I love you too, baby."

Turning my head just the right way, our mouths found each other's, tongues colliding. I reached behind me and tangled my hand in Matt's hair, letting go of every angry and bitter feeling. "I want to touch you," he whispered against my lips, making my knees almost buckle below me. "I want to feel what's mine, what's always been mine. Please." Matt's pleas made me weak in every sense of the word. I couldn't deny him, no matter how hard I tried. Turning around to face him, Matt was undeniably the cutest, with his dopey little smile and puppy dog eyes. I knew that fighting with him halftime meant that we really were in love with each other. "Right here? What if someone sees us?" Matt caught my lips in another heated kiss as he slowly began pulling my leggings down. "Then we'll have to be quiet," he smiled, lifting me up and sitting me on the table of his front of house work station.

My breath caught in the back of my throat the moment he pulled my leggings completely off, tossing them to the floor and pushing my legs apart. I leaned back on the palms of my hands, giving Matt complete access to any part of me he wanted. "God you're so fucking wet, baby," he sighed, running a finger over my heated sex. "Feels so good." I kept my eyes on him, and gasped, gripping his shoulders the moment he slowly thrusted his finger up inside of me, twisting the deeper he went. "Matt, fuck," I whined. His eyes met mine and I saw the dark hunger in them right before he slammed his lips on mine, continuing his wanted assault inside of me. I devoured him, cupping his face to keep him against me. Matt responded to my small gasp of pleasure with a low growl of approval of his own. "Are you okay," I breathed against his lips, holding onto his shoulders. "Just keep kissing me," he managed to strangle out. "I want you so much." I shivered. "You do?" He pulled back to look at me. "So fucking much." My hands snaked up under Matt's shirt, lifting his arms so I could pull it off of him. Running my hands down his chest, I fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, smiling when he got the hint. He quickly pulled down his shorts, exposing his fully hard cock to me. The soft, pink tip was moist with precum, making my mouth water at just the thought of it inside me. "Make me cum, Matty," I said quietly, reaching over and taking his tip between my fingers. The stickiness of his juices were calling to me, so one by one I slipped them into my and tasted him, watching his face as I did.

"Oh my, fuck," Matt groaned, yanking me down closer, aligning himself with my entrance. It was only seconds before he was thrusting into me, slowly, spreading my walls as his cock forced its way sweetly deeper inside me, making me moan. "I thought I told you we had to be quiet?" Matt said through a breathless thrust. "How can I when you're fucking me like this?" Our eyes met and a wide smile spread across his face. "I wanted to be a gentleman about all of this, but I guess I can't right now." "Don't be a gentleman right now," I said, touching his face and running my thumb over his lips. "Fuck your frustration out on me. I can't take it. Hard and fast, baby." Matt's chest rose up in down fast, and I could see the throbbing of his pulse against his neck. "You're going to be the death of me," he winced, clenching his jaw. "Then die while inside me. Please Matt; I need you to make me cum." Spreading my legs wide opened, forcing me to grip the table for dear life, Matt did just what I begged him to do. It was powerful, watching him take me the way he was, knowing I was satisfying him completely in all the ways a woman could. I tried my best to be quiet, but there were moments when he would hit the right spot that I just couldn't hold back the tight, high pitched moan. The building tension building in my lower abdomen, the heat pooling in my lower back, had me cursing under my breath. "God, you sweet little pussy was made just for me, baby, look at how well you're taking me." I managed to look down to watch Matt going in and out of me, and it had me crying out in heated pleasure. "Matt, oh fuck. I'm about to cum, baby. Oh god Matty, fuck! You're making me cum," I cried, unable to hold back the sensation any longer. "Harder, baby! Yes, fuck Matty, just like that! Fuck...fff..." screaming into my hand as my orgasm crashed into me, forcing me to tighten around Matt's cock, squeezing him as I clenched my inner muscles. "I wanna cum inside you, baby," Matt panted, his thrusts getting sloppier. "Then cum in me. Fill me." He grunted, a low deep growl following after as I felt the warmth of his seed fill me. Matt collapsed into me, letting his head rest against my shoulder. We were both out of breath, panting as we chased our high, coming back down together.

"I fucking love you. Every little stupid, frustrating thing about you," Matt confessed, leaning up and looking at me. His soft brown eyes were blissfully happy, reflecting the way he was feeling on the inside; all because of me. I pulled him in for a kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. "Me too. You're my favorite person. You may be an asshole most of the time, but you're my asshole, and I'm glad I'm the only one who gets to see your soft, sweet little moments like this one." Matt laughed, caressing my face. "True love, right?" I smiled and kissed him again. "Must be," I replied, laying my head against his chest. 

[forestdeath1]

Prongsfoot microfic. Hope.

WC ≈ 1700. TW: swearing, internalised homophobia, underage drinking

"I love you, Sirius," James, looking rather sloshed, mumbles as he tries to wrap his arms around Sirius's neck. "Do you… love me?" His ability to talk properly is definitely falling apart.

"Of course I do. Everyone does" Sirius answers calmly, trying to keep James from falling to the floor.

Gryffindor had a Quidditch victory party after beating the shit out of Slytherin. At some point at the height of merriment, James and Peter decided to see who could drink more firewhiskey straight from the bottle. It was a pretty bad idea, Sirius knew that, but he didn't stop any of them from their teenage urge to explore all facets of bad decisions.

When the party came to an end and all their friends scattered to the dorms, James asked Sirius to stay with him for a little longer to have one more dram of whiskey, just making idle chitchat. Sirius shrugged uncertainly, thinking about the ability of James to drink more, but he looked sober (not really) enough, and… well, one more round of whiskey never killed anybody, did it?

That was a mistake, because James wanted one more. Then he asked Sirius for a drag – for the first time in his life – and then felt bad, and then poured himself another glass of whiskey justifying it with a need to rinse the awful taste of a fag from his mouth. Until Sirius finally took the last bottle away, and with a distinct sternness in his voice, said James had had enough. James didn't even try to argue, he just looked at Sirius and said:

"I love you, Sirius. Do you… love me?"

"Of course I do. Everyone does"

James chuckles and tightens his grip around Sirius's neck more.

"Come on, James, let's get you to bed. You need sleep. Trust me, mate, otherwise, tomorrow, I'm afraid you'll curse all of us out of pure hatred toward any form of life"

James apparently has nothing more to say, he just stares at Sirius with that deer look on his face and smiles – either gently or absentmindedly, hard to tell.

As soon as they're in their dorm, Sirius gets James into his bed. After a quick freshening up in the bathroom, Sirius climbs into his own, enjoying the cool sheets after this bloody long day with no extraneous thoughts. Not even about James confessing his love. Nothing strange about it, really, it happens every time James gets drunk. So Sirius is used to it. He knows there's nothing to overthink – it's just James's usual pissed charming self.

James has told Remus he loves him many times in this sloshed state. He's said it to Peter too. And everyone in this bloody castle knows that James is hopelessly in love with Lily. Unreciprocated, but still.

So there is definitely nothing to think about.

Nothing at all.

Sirius is about to fall asleep as he feels someone opening his bed curtains and trying to crawl in.

"James?"

"Mhm. It's boring there. Do you mind if I…"

"Fuck, James, we're not 15 anymore, and there is no space–"

"Thanks," James interrupts without any hesitation and comfortably nestles in beside Sirius.

"The pleasure is all mine", Sirius mutters, a hint of accepting fate and sarcasm in his voice.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Can't say the same for me."

James props himself up on his elbows and looks at Sirius, a mild grin on his face. Sirius arches an eyebrow, waiting for James to say something, but he just keeps staring at him in that strange way. Sirius feels his chest tighten at that closeness of his best friend.

He should be used to this by now, the same way he's used to James's drunken nonsense talking. But he hasn't manage. And Sirius is afraid he never will.

"You know what, Padfoot?" murmurs James in a soft voice

"Enlighten me."

"You didn't answer my question"

"Sorry?"

"I asked you if you love me"

"And I said–"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember. I'm drunk, not a mindless idiot. But that wasn't an answer. That was bullshit"

"Well, James, if you don't like my answers, you can peacefully fuck off"

James grins, but even in the dark Sirius can see the softness in his eyes. James reaches out to brush a lock of hair from Sirius's face. A tingling sensation spread through Sirius's body.

Fuck. Why is it always like this?

"I just wanna know if you love me the way I love you"

Silence falls between them.

James probably has no fucking idea how painful this is for Sirius – the endless love confessions, even if they're just friendly. The way he's always around, too close, too suffocating. The way he so damn casually demands answers from Sirius, completely oblivious to how much it all actually matters to him. Sirius is abso-fucking-lutely sure James has no clue just how important it really is.

James asks Sirius to say something he simply can't say. He can't. And he doesn't want to. Because there is no point in that. Because it's terrifying. Even dangerous. There's love that's fated to die inside of you, and that's the bitter poetry of life that Sirius accepted from the very first moment he realised his feelings for his best friend.

But when James is this close – when Sirius can smell moss, whiskey, and sweat, when James touches him, presses against him, so easily, so gently – for a brief moment it feels like there's something more. Something deeply mutual. Something beyond friendship.

Damn, what a load of sappy rubbish. Sirius shouldn't think like that. Just shouldn't.

"Sirius. Do you love me the way I love you?" James insists. The smug grin has faded from his face giving way to a drowsy, drunken, but stubborn stare.

James won't remember a damn thing anyway. Not after all that alcohol.

And Sirius? He could never lie to James.

(Or is this just a wretched attempt to absolve himself of the sin of a reckless confession?)

"I love you more than you can imagine, James" Sirius mutters as if ashamed of saying it aloud.

Fuck, that sounded pathetic.

But James just flashes that stupid, broad grin again. Of course he does. This drunk animal got exactly what he wanted — validation — without the faintest clue what Sirius’s words really meant.

It's for the best though. This is how it should be – James shouldn't have a single doubt about…

Sirius barely registers when James's lips find his. He doesn’t know how he ends up kissing him back, how his body just reacts on instinct. He doesn't realise when James's fingers tangle into his hair.

How long does it last? 5 seconds? Ten?

Sirius gently pushes James away. Soft but firm.

"James, no"

"Why?"

Why?

Because Sirius knows it's better not to let drunk people make important decisions – and kissing your best friend, who, by some cruel joke of fate, happens to be a guy, is definitely and important decision. One James might seriously regret.

Because James is completely wasted. Because he just wants to kiss anybody.

Because it's not about Sirius at all – he's just convenient for James's drunken lust.

Because if Sirius really succumbs to this temptation, if he lets this happen, and James remembers, it will ruin everything.

Not to mention Sirius thinks it's completely unfair to kiss someone who can't fully comprehend what the fuck they're doing.

And what then? Awkward pauses. Stolen glances. And a friendship that crumbles.

Sirius can't sacrifice James-the-friend-for-life just to get James-the-lover-for-a-minute, no matter how badly he wants to.

Because it's not right. It's not fair. It shouldn't be this way. And it never will be.

"Because I don't want to," Sirius lies. He has to. It's the only thing that will stop James now – a clear rejection.

"You don't believe me, do you?" A barely concealed disappointment in James's voice. "That I love you – you don't believe me"

"James, stop it"

"I love you"

Fuck, that hurts. Sirius thought he was used to James's confessions, but after everything that just happened, it stings all over again. Once more, that ugly miserable hope claws its way back into his chest – the hope that James actually means it. Not that Sirius doesn't cherish James's love as a friend. He does, more than anything. But a longing heart always wants more. And he thought he'd put all that behind him. He really did.

Merlin, his mother was right – Sirius really is pathetic.

He really fucking is.

"Say that when you're sober, ok?"

"And will you let me kiss you then?"James smirks, leaning in closer.

"Fuck off, James. For Merlin's sake," Sirius snaps, shoving him away. He turns away, forcing himself not to break. Maybe he just should to move to James's bed since James is so fucking glued to his.

An awkward ringing silence stretches between them.

"I'm sorry, Sirius," James mutters, a slight guilt lacing his voice. "I really am. I didn't think you'd react like this… I thought it'd be fun"

"Nothing to apologise for"

"Still, I am sorry. And…" James pauses as if he's trying to find the right words. "Look, don't think that I'm… you know… like that…"

This hits straight to the chest.

"Like what?" Sirius immediately turns around to face James again. He stares at him, arching a brow – waiting, maybe even daring.

"I'm not gay," James blurts embarrassed. If not for the darkness, Sirius could swear that James was red to the tips of his ears.

"You think that's the problem? That I might think you're gay?" Sirius asks, his voice laced with dry amusement, just enough bite to be cruel.

"Uhm.. yeah? That's why you're pissed, right? You thought I was hitting on you, and–"

"Holy fuck, James. You're such a fucking idiot" Sirius cuts him off. "Get the fuck off my bed. Right now."

"Pads–"

"Now, James. Or I'll throw you off myself. And trust me, that will fucking hurt."

"Alright, alright"James raises his hands in surrender and slides off the bed. "Listen, mate, I swear, I didn't mean–"

"Sleep it off, and we'll talk tomorrow." Sirius doesn't let James finish his stupid justifications. "If you even remember anything," and then he yanks the curtains shut just in James's stupid, drunk face.

[sadlynotthevoid]

I know I already made a post about a bnha x lcf crossover AU, but I just have a thought.

AU in which Lily wants to be a pro hero (i think it fits her, "I want to be a knight", you know?) and when she's on age (14~15?), she gets into UA.

The second she sees the perv creep talking about their classmates and her and doing weird stuff and the teacher not batting an eye, she takes her phone.

"Orabeoni, what do you do to stop creeps?", she text him.

Next day, before All Might can even give them their suits, the door opens and an elegant redhead in his 20's (I guess he would be 22~23?) is standing there, looking pissed off enough to cut ice with his eyes only.

"Where is the creep."

No one moves.

All Might is confused, who is this young man? He doesn't look like a villain, but he's not sure he has permission to be here. Did he break in?

Then a blur pass across the classroom and Lily Henituse, the foreign student, is standing just in front of him, looking ready to hug him.

"Orabeoni! What are you doing here?"

"You said there was a creep, so I came to deal with it."

"Weren't you in Swiss?"

"Yeah, I asked a favor."

All Might relaxes. Oh, so he's one of his students' friends. For a moment he thought he was from the World Heroes Association or a villain.

Half an hour later, Mineta is called to the principal's office. The class never sees or hears about Mineta ever again.

Their classmate's brother didn't leave there. He stayed, looking their class and quietly making comments about their matches. At a moment Midoriya and Bakugou are facing each other and he asks, "why is a bully in a hero school?"

All Might is astonished. He's a what? Someone voiced the same question. Then the older brother proceeded to name all the signals and hints he noticed.

When Bakugou tries to use his guantlet and doesn't stop, All Might interrupts the battle and enters himself to stop them.

One thing was letting the children face their rivals. It was good for them to prove them and themselves that they're on the same ground now. Other very different thing was putting a bully and his victim in a room and let them fight.

The class sees Bakugou and Midoriya leave with All Might, the brother— Cale Henituse, he presented himself— in charge of supervising them (a per Nedzu's request). They can't keep going with the matches now that they don't have a teacher there, so Cale decides to use the time to work in their strategy skills with a little game.

[isacksteban]

Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 1.7k words — @ellearts — masterlist

Jack’s stream had been going for about an hour — the viewers unable to see the state of Jack's grown out buzz cut — and as usual, it was pure calmness. He was wandering around his Animal Crossing island, fixing up little details, chatting with his viewers, and occasionally getting distracted by his villagers.

“This guy— Oh my god, chat, this guy right here,” Jack said, stopping in front of one of his villagers’ houses. “This is the one I was talking about.” The camera panned to a grumpy-looking eagle with a red face and furrowed brows sporting an obviously unimpressed expression. “Chat, you guys can't tell me tell me this doesn’t look exactly like Liam.”

His chat instantly erupted:

“NOOOO NOT LIAM LMAO.”

“WHY DOES THIS ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE HIM???”

"nah ob u wrong asl for that 😭😭"

“You’re so dead when he sees this...”

Jack chuckled, shaking his head as if anyone could see him. “I mean, come on! He’s got the same constant ‘I’m done with you’ expression, the attitude, the whole ‘cool but secretly super cute’ thing going on. It’s uncanny.”

He barely had time to read chat’s reactions before his phone started buzzing. His stomach dropped when he saw the caller ID.

“Oh, no,” he muttered, eyes going wide. “Uh. Hang on, chat.” He muted his mic and answered, keeping his voice casual. “Hey, Li.”

“You cunt,” Liam’s voice came through the speaker, half-scolding, half-laughing. “Are you serious? That’s who you think I look like?”

Jack bit his lip, trying not to smile. “I mean… a little?”

“A little?” Liam scoffed. “Mate, she looks angry all the time. Do I look angry all the time?”

Jack snorted. “LiLi, please be honest with yourself.”

Liam groaned dramatically. “Unbelievable. I thought we had something special.”

Jack was grinning now, his nerves fading as he leaned back in his chair. “We do! That’s why I picked a cool villager. She’s my favourite. Plus, she's tough and kind of intimidating but secretly nice. Like you.”

Liam went quiet for a second, and Jack wondered if he’d pushed his luck. But then Liam sighed, his voice softer when he spoke again.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, then, after a short pause, added, “It’s okay. I love you anyway.”

Jack’s breath hitched. His grip tightened around his phone as his heart pounded in his chest. He could feel his entire face heating up, and he was suddenly very aware that chat was still waiting.

“I— uh—” He swallowed hard, scrambling for words. “I gotta get back to stream.”

Liam chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Go tell your chat I’m not actually that grumpy.”

“No promises,” Jack muttered, hanging up before Liam could say anything else.

He muted and quicky unmuted his mic, realizing that he hadn't actually gone on mute in the first place and immediately, chat was going insane.

“DID HE JUST SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’????”

“OB AND KIWI??? HELLO????”

“HE LOVES YOU ANYWAY??? BOYFRIENDS CONFIRMED.”

"WHY ARE YOU GUYS IGNORING OB CALLING HIM LILI IM CRYING."

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I— chat, we’re not talking about that.”

Which, of course, only made them talk about it more. And if Jack spent the rest of the stream avoiding the subject completely, well… no one could blame him.

The moment Jack ended the stream, he didn’t even bother shutting everything down properly. His hands were shaking as he grabbed his phone — he really needed to get back on his anxiety meds — scrolling through his recent messages until he found Liam’s name. He hesitated for half a second before hitting the call button, pressing the phone to his ear as his heart pounded.

Liam picked up almost immediately. “Took you long enough.”

Jack let out a shaky laugh. “I— Liam, what the hell was that?”

“What was what?” Liam replied innocently, though Jack could hear the smirk in his voice. “Me scolding you for comparing me to a permanently pissed-off eagle? Or the part where I told you I love you?”

Jack inhaled sharply. His entire body felt warm, and his brain was scrambling to keep up. “Yeah. Uhm, That part. I mean like I guess friends tell eachother they love them like— like me and Lance do that it's just... you... you've never—”

There was a pause before Liam spoke again, quieter this time. “Did it freak you out?”

Jack shook his head quickly, even though Liam couldn’t see him. Of course Liam couldn't see him, he never had. “No. Just… surprised me.”

Liam hummed on the other end of the line, the sound low and thoughtful. “Yeah? Surprised you how?”

Jack exhaled slowly, trying to gather his thoughts. He didn’t know how to explain it — how his heart had practically jumped out of his chest when Liam had said that so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like Jack wasn’t going to be replaying it in his head for the next month.

“I dunno,” Jack admitted, gripping the edge of his desk. “I just… I guess I didn’t think you were the type to say that.”

“To say what? That I love you?” Liam asked, and Jack swore he could hear the smirk in his voice.

Jack groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Li.”

“What?” Liam laughed, the teasing lilt in his tone making Jack’s stomach flip. “It’s a perfectly normal thing to say. You just said you and Lance do it.”

“Yeah, but—” Jack hesitated, trying to find the words. “It’s different with you.”

The silence that followed made Jack wish he could shove the words back into his mouth. His face burned, and his heartbeat felt deafening in his ears.

Liam was the first to break it. “Different how?”

Jack swallowed hard. “I... Nevermind, I don’t know.”

That wasn’t true. He did know. It was the way Liam’s voice always lingered in his mind, the way he caught himself checking his phone more often just to see if Liam had messaged. It was how, on the nights they stayed up too late talking about nothing and everything, Jack found himself wishing he could actually see him, feel him, be with him — just once.

But none of that was something he could say out loud.

Liam didn’t push. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said after a moment, his voice light but softer than before. “Or I’ll just assume you’re flustered.”

Jack scoffed. “I’m not flustered.”

“Sure, mate,” Liam said, clearly amused. “Anyway, you never answered my question.”

Jack frowned. “What question?”

“Did it freak you out?”

Jack hesitated for half a second before answering. “No.”

“Good,” Liam said simply.

That was it. No teasing remark, no attempt to pry. Just good. Jack let the word settle in his chest, warm and steady.

Liam yawned on the other end, and Jack could hear the faint rustling of blankets. “I should let you go,” Liam mumbled. “You’ve had enough of me for one night.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Doubt that’s possible.”

There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. “Yeah?”

Jack bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly feeling way too exposed. “Shut up.”

Liam laughed, and Jack could hear the exhaustion in it. “Alright, alright. Night, Outback.”

“Night, Liam,” Jack murmured, listening for the soft click as Liam hung up.

Jack sat there for a long moment, staring at his screen, his fingers twitching like they wanted to call Liam back. Instead, he leaned forward, rubbing his hands over his face.

Different how?

Jack still didn’t have an answer. Or maybe he did, and he just wasn’t ready to admit it.

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Jack hadn’t meant to spiral.

It started innocently enough — just scrolling through Instagram while lying on his couch, aimlessly checking notifications. He wasn’t even paying full attention until he saw it:

hannahstjohn liked your comment.

Jack blinked at the name, his stomach twisting with a weird sense of familiarity. He vaguely recognized it — he was sure he’d seen it pop up in Liam’s likes before — but he’d never really thought about it, hundreds of people liked all of Liam's posts. She was different.

Curiosity got the best of him. He tapped on her profile, expecting — what? He wasn’t sure.

Her page was public. That made it worse.

The first few pictures were harmless — polished selfies, beach sunsets, aesthetic coffee shots. But the more Jack scrolled, the more uneasy he felt.

Because there he was. Liam.

In photo after photo, standing beside her with his arm slung casually around her shoulders, both of them grinning like they had the world figured out. As if they were eachother's world.

Jack’s stomach dropped.

One picture in particular made his fingers freeze. A sunlit, golden-hour shot of Liam kissing her cheek, her smile wide and radiant. The caption?

“Home.”

Jack’s chest felt tight. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped breathing until he exhaled, forcing himself to keep scrolling, to find something — anything — that told him he was overreacting. He had to be, he hadn't even met Liam in person so he had to have been being overdramatic.

Maybe they were old photos. Maybe they weren’t even dating. Maybe Liam had just never thought to bring her up.

But then there was another post, barely a month old — a blurry mirror selfie of them tangled up together on a couch, Liam half-asleep against her shoulder.

Jack’s mouth went dry.

His phone suddenly felt too heavy in his hands, like it was pressing down on his chest. He locked the screen and tossed it onto the couch beside him, staring at the ceiling.

He wasn’t stupid. Liam had never said anything about being into guys. He had no reason to. Jack had never even asked.

But still. He thought about the late-night calls, the teasing, the easy way Liam said I love you anyway like it meant nothing.

And now, all Jack could think was: Of course it meant nothing.

His chest ached in a way he didn’t quite know how to name. In a way it hadn't ached in years and he hoped it never did again.

[yallthemwitches]

Free Fall

“What are you doing,” Lily hissed at him. “Get up, we are going to the hospital wing right now.”

“What was I supposed to do? Stand you up? I’d rather let the bludger cut my head clean off—“

For @jilytoberfest Day 7, Prompt:🎶“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her” - Work Song by Hozier

I decided to take a lighter, fluffy route knowing this prompt would get angsty fast ;)

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Falling into a rhythm had been surprisingly easy.

“It’s really not so bad, “ Lily explained,”—at the very least we get free drinks and food—sometimes if we are lucky, Wheeler gets piss drunk and starts singing into cauldrons.”

 She leaned over the table, face flush from laughing. It was a new routine of sorts, born out of the habits they had built on their own. Both of them always went to the library after their second class, Lily using the time to study and James something similar albeit questionable. The talking part just came naturally from there, first starting as a little comment or question here and there, evolving into an interaction that Lily hated to admit she very much looked forward to.  

 James reclined in his seat, watching her describe a typical Slugclub party with more interest than the event deserved. For years he had always been the embodiment of chaos, like Hogwarts' very own bespectacled Pan, not at all the soft and warm presence Lily met with in the library for months now. Sometimes it plagued her. How much change could he have possibly made over one summer? For years, she had never believed Remus’ insistence that he could be anything but an annoying git—but the proof sat in front of her. It worried her how refreshing it was.

“Wow, Evans. I can’t believe you are actually selling this to me right now.” James clanked the feet of his chair back onto the floor, laughter riddled on his face.

“I’ve heard I’m very persuasive.”

“Well riddle me persuaded.”

 They both leaned forward, eyeing each other across the table. For a millisecond James’ eyes flitted to her lips.

Maybe she had been distracted by his clear desire to kiss her in that moment, but she didn’t remember making the decision before the words came out.

“Well—,” her voice turned quiet, “maybe you could come by this time—I mean, if Slughorn allows you in the door.”

A smile burst on his face and Lily swore the room got a bit brighter. His hand sprung to his hair, knocking his glasses more askew than normal. 

“Yeah? Maybe I will then.”

Neither dared to call it a date. 

*********

It had been exactly forty-five minutes since Lily arrived—not that she was counting.

“Wow—since when did you clean up so much for a Slughorn party?” Marlene  pulled two coupes of champagne off of a passing tray, handing one to Lily.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

 Despite her best intentions, she couldn’t stop glancing at the door. James hadn’t exactly confirmed he was going to come, but if the look on his face had been any indication, there was at least a chance he would show. Isn’t this what he always wanted: a date or at least a date adjacent activity? She wracked her brain for any reason he would have to not show, and was upset to realize there were actually a lot. 

“So who is the lucky lad we are waiting for?” Marlene smirked into her glass.

“Again, I don’t know what you are—-“

“Oh fuck off with that Lils, you have been staring at the door, fidgeting like you need to take a piss since you got here. So who is it.”

Lily just took a deep sip of her wine. The dinner portion of the evening was going to begin soon, which meant the window for Potter to attend was closing rapidly. 

She didn’t know what she hated more: getting her hopes up or even wanting to see him in the first place. She replayed the conversation in the library in her brain again, searching for any ambiguity that could explain his absence, a losing game.

Sinking into her seat, the house elves arrived with platters of ham and potatoes stacked higher than their heads. Slughorn rambled on about the newest developments in the Wolfsbane potion, sloshing his sherry at his wary table guests while Marlene had all but abandoned Lily in her wallowing, opting to lean herself over her plate to gossip with Hufflepuff Amelia Sparrow a couple seats down.

“Did you hear what happened? Potter got—-“

Lily stopped cutting her potato,  head shooting up to look across the table. Amelia’s eyes were glinting behind her glasses as they always did when she had some real juicy gossip to share. Marlene was practically kneeling in her chair to crane towards her, blocking poor Eddie Fay from his meal.

 It was difficult to hear with the rest of the noise of the party, but she was able to make out a word every so often that set her heart rate into acceleration.

“Accident—bludger—free fall—“

A call from the other end of the table ruined her strained listening. She tried to smile as Sluhorn introduced her to a rather unpleasant man across the table, all her brain power focused on catching the rest of Amelia’s gossip, panic setting in.

“ I didn’t see him but I heard it was bad.”

A knock startled her. The wood door creaked as it whipped open and a slender body trudged into the room.

“Wow, I guess fashionably late doesn’t apply here.”

The whole table went silent in horror at James’ entrance. He was the embodiment of battered: still in his quidditch kit, dry blood caked his neck and the shoulder of his jersey. A bandage wrapped around the crown of his head, covering one eye and rendering his glasses half useful. Hair new levels of untidy with clumps of blood caked dirt riddled throughout. 

“Alright Evans?”

He moved over to her, his smile partly shrouded by dirt and blood. Slughorn stood up at his seat, clamoring for something to say to his new guest.

“Good Lord Potter! What happened to you? And why in Merlin's name are you here?”

An elf made a spot for James at the table and a chair floated over from the wall. 

“Evans invited me—-thought you wouldn’t mind,” James gave Lily a little wink as she gawked back at him. Closer now, she could see that whatever headwound he sported, it was very much still open and bleeding. 

“That’s fine my boy, but your looking a bit—-“

“Oh this?” James pointed at his head, “Nah, its alright. Had worse—-can you pass the potatoes?”

The party attempted to go back to normalcy, but with noticeably more whispers than small talk. James cut into his food like nothing was wrong, asking politely if the house elf could refresh his wine after downing the first glass in a single sip. 

“What are you doing,” Lily hissed at him. “Get up, we are going to the hospital wing right now.”

James took another sip of his wine, a little smile pulling at his lips. 

“Bad luck, Evans. Already been there—it's surprising how hard it is to sneak past Pomfrey…probably didn’t help I’m one eye down but—“

“What,” Lily bellowed. “I knew you were a nutter Potter, but this—this..”

James turned his body to her, wincing as his head turned. 

“I hear you Evans, but what was I supposed to do? Stand you up? I’d rather let the bludger cut my head clean off—“

Her cheeks grew pink and James smiled brighter. He continued to chew on a piece of potato, but his breathing was becoming more haggard by the second. A line of blood trickled from his bandage.

She knew he was stubborn, but this was reaching new limits. She placed a hand over his cutting hand and he froze under her touch. 

“If I come with you, will you go to the hospital wing?”

“Will you sit with me?” Even in pain, he sounded cheeky.

“Yes.”

“—And will you make a big scene of leaving, like we just can’t wait another minute to shag..”

“James.”

“Ok-ok… snog.”

Lily ignored him, standing up and offering him her hand. He stared at it, a smile pulling at his cheeks. The whole room stopped to watch as James placed a shaky hand in hers, using her as leverage to pull himself out of his seat, his bandage now completely soaked through with blood.  

Under different circumstances she would have been more embarrassed as he leaned himself against her, but despite his state, he was warm and strong. A nice reminder that he was alive and would presumably keep on living. 

Despite his demands, she didn’t say anything to the crowd as they left the room, assuming the situation spoke for itself. Out in the hall, James righted himself a bit more, trying to carry his own weight on shaky limbs.

“Sorry I mucked it up Evans—old habits I guess.”

Lily looked at him but he stared straight ahead, a grimace of disappointment passed on his face. She gave his hand a squeeze and he looked down between them, brightening up from the little reminder that they were still connected.

“You can make it up to me with an explanation when we get to the hospital wing,“She teased, “I expect great detail and wild gestures.”

“So you’ll stay?” He tightened his grip in her hand, relief washing over him. 

Lily smirked, “It’s not everyday your date lets himself bleed out just to show up to dinner.”

 He looked at her like he did so often in the darkness of the library, like she could say or do anything and he would follow with rapt attention. They started walking again and she felt James’ arm slide around her waist, holding her tight to his side. He was warm and getting more stable by the second. She realized she wanted him close, in whatever form that took. So close, she didn’t even mind when he leaned down, resting his bloody head to hers. 

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What a Catch, Sirius - Chapter One

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You come back to England after a long stint abroad, you soon realise that your brother’s best friend never grew out of his childish ways. You may stand to lose more than your heart.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, lil bit of sexual tension

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! xxx

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Chapter One

As Sirius walked up to the London pub he spotted his best friends and his godson sitting in the beer garden. He quickly put out his cigarette as he walked up to join them, it was Harry who spotted him first.

“Hi, Sirius” he grinned he was due to start his second year at Hogwarts, he couldn’t quite believe how quick Harry had grown up.

“Hey, little man.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Lily laughed but slid a glass of fire whiskey across to him all the same.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, holding up his hands in defence, “Barty and Malfoy were spouting their usual shit. Sorry, Harry,” he added as Remus tutted but Harry looked delighted.

“You coming for dinner tomorrow, mate?” James asked but before Sirius could answer, Lily smirked.

“Of course he is, he eats good when we cook.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “hey, I cook!”

“Heating up a pot noodle doesn’t count, Sirius,” Remus laughed.

Sirius clutched at his heart as he looked at Remus in betrayal, “so, now you’re ganging up on me, huh?” he shook his head as he glanced at Harry, “sometimes, I think you’re the only one who truly likes me, Harry.”

“I’ve got your back, Uncle Sirius.”

Sirius clapped Harry on the back, “my man! Anything in particular you want me to bring?” Sirius asked as he sipped his fire whiskey.

“Yeah, your best behaviour. Y/N is coming, she’s moving back home,” James said smirking as Sirius choked on his drink.

“She’s coming back?” he asked, his voice sounding strange and high pitched before he cleared his throat.

Y/N Potter had been in France practically since she left Hogwarts, she had been teaching Potions over there. She had been in Regulus’ year.

“Sirius had a crush on Aunt Y/N in school, Harry,” Remus smirked as Harry burst out laughing.

“Shut up, Remus.”

“Why didn’t you ask her out?”

“Are you messing? Your dad would have killed me,” he nodded over at James who narrowed his eyes at his best mate and he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Hey, don’t blame this on me! You had 5 years to ask her out before she started dating Malfoy.”

“Aunt Y/N went out with Draco Malfoy’s dad? Ugh, embarrassing.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and drained the rest of his glass, the ice clinking against his teeth, “when you’ve all stopped taking the piss, just let me know,” he got up from his seat and walked into the pub, his friend’s laughter following him all the way to the bar.

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So, Aunt Y/N, does it feel weird to be back home?” Harry asked as you helped Lily set the table for dinner. He was wearing the Quidditch robes that you’d brought him from France.

“A little,” you admitted but you knew it would feel weirder once you started at Hogwarts again and seeing people you hadn’t seen for over 10 years. When you had come home in the past it was always for a very fleeting moment and you hadn’t seen anyone other than, James, Lily and Harry, “it will be even weirder having to share the post of Potions Master with Snivellus,” you shuddered and Harry laughed at the old nickname.

“I’m glad your teaching my class this year.”

“Me too, sweetie,” you smiled.

Before you could say anything further the doorbell rang and you glanced over at Lily as you offered to get the door as she finished up in the kitchen. She thanked you as you walked through the lounge and pulled open the door. You raised an eyebrow as you leaned your hip against the doorframe.

Sirius took his sunglasses off and you realised that age had only made him more handsome, “Y/N,”

“Hi Sirius.”

“You um, you’re looking well, heard you’re teaching at Hogwarts this year.”

“Yeah, it’s common knowledge,” you felt a slight twinge of guilt as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Right.”

“Sirius! How lovely to see you, come on in,” Lily grinned as she walked up behind you, you stepped aside so he could step over the threshold and give Lily a hug.

When he had gone through to the living room, Lily glanced at you and whispered, “please, be nice to him.”

You glared at your best friend, “I know it’s been twelve years but I still can’t believe you made the both of us Harry’s god parents.”

Lily shrugged, “maybe you guys can get god married and go on a goddy moon,” she laughed around her glass of red wine and you shook your head but you were still amused.

“You are delirious.”

Dinner was delicious, you had missed Lily’s cooking and you had missed the great company, it would be good to be at Hogwarts this year. You would miss France but Hogwarts would always be your home.

“It’ll be exciting this year, with you four being back at Hogwarts together.”

Your head shot up at Lily’s words, a forkful of pasta an inch away from your open mouth. You knew that James would be teaching Quidditch sessions once a week, and you knew that Remus would be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. You glanced over at Sirius who raised one eyebrow at you. He picked up his bottle of beer by the neck with his thumb and index finger before he took a swig of it.

“Reviving the famous duelling club aren’t I? In case any more dark wizards come calling.”

“Ah,” you ate the forkful of pasta and chewed it while you smirked over at Sirius, “you have fond memories of me kicking your arse have you?”

“Oh, Y/N. You have no idea,” you laughed at Sirius and shook your head.

You didn’t dislike Sirius, not in the slightest actually but the cocky attitude he had adopted in school had always pissed you off. It seemed as though he hadn’t really changed.

“Can you two stop flirting? It’s putting me off my Butterbeer,” Harry shuddered.

James looked at his son with his mouth open slightly, “Harry you’ve got pumpkin juice in a Butterbeer tankard.”

Harry scowled at his dad, “anything can be Butterbeer if you just believe.”

You snickered, “so, he doesn’t make sense, just like his father. And kid, I would rather drop dead before flirting with him,” you sneered at Sirius as you got up and cleared the plates.

You were halfway through telling your seventh years about the Draught of Living Death when the doors banged open, two pretty seventh year Slytherins walked in giggling to each other.

You frowned and crossed your arms as you stopped the lecture, “er girls. Where have we been?”

The girls looked at you, guilt embedded in their features, “we’re sorry. We went to the duelling club over lunch and I suppose we got a bit carried away,” they giggled, it was like a blast from the past.

Your jaw clenched, “sit down girls.”

“You’re not going to take house points from us?” the girls looked at each other and then back at you with shock in their expressions.

“No, I’m not,” you sighed and the girls quickly hurried to their seats.

When it came to the end of the day you stalked through the hallway, hell bent on getting to the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower. You walked past Draco Malfoy who was too busy bullying some first year to notice you. You narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mr Malfoy?”

He looked up at you with a sullen look, his pale eyes flashing with malice, “yes, Professor.”

“Then, I suggest you get there quickly, if I catch you again, I will be taking points from Slytherin.”

He scowled at you as he stalked down the corridor, he was so much like his father.

You stormed into his classroom, stopping as his head whipped in surprise and he took his reading glasses off as he stood up behind his desk. A smile graced his lips but it quickly fell when he looked at your expression, “what?”

“Is everything a joke to you? I thought you were 33, not three years old.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I need this job, I won’t have you ruin this for me, how am I supposed to help my students pass their classes if they’re spending so much time with you?”

He sighed as he leaned against the desk, “I told them to go to class, Y/N, it won’t happen again.”

You scoffed, “oh come on Sirius. You love being the centre of attention, you always have.”

Sirius shook his head and his eyes darkened as he stalked towards you, you walked back until your back hit the stone wall and he placed a hand at the side of your head. You glared up at him as his eyes scanned your face.

“Now, I don’t know what I’ve done to make you so hostile towards me but I’m not out to ruin anything for you. You’ve always had that idea in that pretty little head of yours.”

You scowled as you looked at his dark eyes, “just do your job. Let me do mine.”

“Fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated his words back to him as you pushed him away from you and stormed out of his classroom.