#*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."

[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

[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.

[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. 

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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. 

[omgrachwrites]

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.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””

[adh-james-version]

I Know You’re There, James.

- - -

"So, James hm?" Sirius stated. He and Regulus were sitting out side by the lake, Regulus was reading a book and Sirius was "doing homework" (read: his transfiguration homework was discarded next to him as he stared out into the lake.)

Sirius looked over at Regulus who was still looking at his book but the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up and his neck was turning pink. "What do you mean?" If you weren't looking at him you would think he was frowning. The control Reg had over his emotions actually scared Sirius sometimes. "You seem more fond of him than any of my other friends." "Not true, I like Remus more than any of you, he is the only one I can hold an intellectual conversation with." Said Regulus, who was looking at the same line he was at when the conversation started.

"Cmon Regulus you know what I mean."

"I really don't."

"I see the way you look at him."

"I don't look at him."

"I also notice how you're more willing to help him with potions than anyone else."

"He desperately needs the help."

"The way you stayed away from me and him when he and Lily were dating."

"I was busy dealing with helping Barty with his plan to ask out Evan."

"How come you popped up back in the group the day after they broke up?"

"Coincidence."

"Okay," Sirius said in a baiting type voice, "I guess I won't tell you then."

Regulus finally looked up at Sirius who was already looking at him, "Tell me what?" Sirius' heart melted at the hope in Regulus' eyes. "Nothing, nothing," Sirius said before an idea struck him, "If you name 3 things you like about James then, I'll tell you." A blush rose to Regulus' cheeks, the exact reaction Sirius knew he would get, "Why would I- fine." He relented as Sirius acted as if he was about to get up.

"Uhm, he's good at quidditch, he-"Regulus' eyes glossed "is cute when his hair looks all messed up when he gets off his broom, and he's really nice to me, to a point where it can be suffocating, his smile is really pretty..." By the time Regulus was done he had a soft smile and a blush on his face. Sirius smiled. Regulus snapped out of his James-induced trance and school his features slightly. "Now tell me."

"I was gonna tell you that James told me that he fancied you, like a lot, to the point that he talked about you nonstop for about 7 minutes. And the way you just lost yourself for a second makes me think you could probably do the same." Regulus mentally confirmed that. "At first I was kind of pissed off but then I thought about it and I was chill about it."

Regulus' was on cloud 9 but his brain was now farther into overdrive than it normally was. This was most likely a prank anyways, let's not let this go to his head. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's all you have to say?"

"mhm"

"Okay well, I guess I'll let you go through your weird way of processing things. It's about to rain by the way"

Sirius left mumbling something about insanity.

"I know you're there James," Regulus said about 5 minutes not even looking up from his book. "How do you even do that?" James said sliding the invisibility cloak off of himself. "Do you know where I grew up?" "Fair point." "How much of Sirius and I's conversation did you hear."

James blushed, "Most of it..."

"Oh shit," Regulus moved to get up before James grabbed his arm, keeping him on the ground, "You know I fancy you, why are you running?" "Because it's a prank and I don't feel like dealing with it." "Regulus I swear it's not." "Yeah- mm"

Regulus felt James' lips on his and he let himself be washed over by the feeling before pushing James back. "What the fuck. That's not funny." "Regulus. I'm. Not. Joking." By the time Regulus finished rolling his eyes his back hit the tree, his book hit the ground and James' hands were on his waist pinning him to the tree. "Reg please believe me." Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he felt rain hitting him and James through the leaves of the tree. "I don't have time for this." "What can I do to prove it to you?"

"Get off me my book is getting soaked," Regulus said, opening his eyes and attempting to push James' much stronger arms

"No, it's not."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I know how important your books are to you so when Sirius said it was going to rain I put a water-repelling charm on it."

That did it for Regulus. He believed James. One of the quickest ways to his heart was through his books. He surged forward and connected his lips to James'. Putting his arms around his neck. By this point, both of their clothes were thoroughly soaked, but neither of them cared.

James was taken by surprise but happily complied. They didn't release the kiss for another minute. "Wow," James laughed slightly, "What's so funny?" "The fact that I've literally dreamed about kissing you in the rain and now I'm actually doing it." "You've dreamed about me?" "Have you ever looked in a mirror? Who wouldn't dream about you?" Regulus blushed really hard before leaning forward to kiss James again. When they separated James asked, "Will you go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend and if you don't hate me by the end of it be my boyfriend?"

"Let's skip the first part and go straight to me being your boyfriend."

The smile that spread across James' face, in Regulus' opinion, made the sun look like a block of ice.

[suzyq31]

Just some casual pining

@jilymicrofics, this just makes the cut at 976 words!

January prompts used: Primal, Apprehensive, Etch

This lightly connects to a few of my other James/Lily stories. Unsure if I'll turn them into a series on archive. Essentially just these two being idiots in love and denial while at school. Also note, this line is very much stolen from When Harry Met Sally.

“What about if they’re attracted to each other?” she asked, apprehension in her tone, and when her eyes met his he nearly swallowed his own tongue.  “Er—” “Or as Sirius put it, that ‘the sex part gets in the way.’”

Thanks to @charmsandtealeaves for looking this over!

Story below the cut 😊

James squinted at the sunlight streaming through the bevelled glass, a light September breeze coming in. Lily had crossed the stone floor within minutes of entering the cramped office earlier, jimmying with the latch on the window, and pressing it open with her upper body, before smiling at him over her shoulder. 

He was already sweating, but his body had only grown warmer at the sight. A year into their friendship and he still wasn’t used to having her smile at him like that, like someone she was glad to see.

They’d quickly gotten to work, both of them still adjusting to their new roles. Lily with far more ease than him. She had a leg up, of course, having been a prefect since fifth year. James found himself playing catch up, learning the patrol schedules, the intricacies of the points systems, and the group dynamics that he was now in charge of. 

Dumbledore had made a good choice the past two years, if he’d had this kind of power earlier, he could only imagine how much more of a nightmare he would have been. He also doubted that Lily would have ever come around to not hating his guts if that were the case.

She was close enough that he could feel her warmth and breathe in the scent of her shampoo, something light and floral that he’d always found pleasing. All at once her green eyes were holding his, and it took him a full second to realise he’d been caught. He stared back down at his parchment, willing himself to think, “Maybe we should switch David and Juliet.”

“Why?”

He lifted his eyes to hers. “Rumour has it they’ve broken up.”

“Oh,” she said, delicate brows furrowing. “That’s too bad.” 

He scratched the back of his neck. “Should I switch them then?”

Lily looked past him, eyes fixed on a far-off point. He followed her gaze towards the fiery sky, the sun giving its best showcase before it would sink behind the green hills. 

“They were such good friends before.”

Her quiet declaration surprised him. 

“Yeah?”

She nodded absently, a hard to read expression etched on her features, voice hushed when she spoke.

“Do you remember what Sirius said?”

“Well, he says a lot of things.”

She rolled her eyes. “He said that men and women couldn’t really be proper friends. He said it about Marlene and Benjy, back in June.”

“Wouldn’t be the first dumb thing he’s said.”

Lily released a delicate little snort. “No…but do you think he’s right?”

“Er—no,” he said, palms suddenly sweating. “He was just taking the piss.”

Out of him. Not that he would add that part. He wiped his palms on his leg which had begun bouncing of its own accord. Lily simply looked at her notes. 

“What about if they’re attracted to each other?” she asked, apprehension in her tone, and when her eyes met his he nearly swallowed his own tongue. 

“Er—”

“Or as Sirius put it, that ‘the sex part gets in the way.’”

His lips parted but no sound came out. His stomach had flipped completely upside down, then rightside up, as if he’d attempted a Wronski Feint 

A smile pulled at her lips, green eyes dancing. Clearly joking, while he was acting like a demented goldfish. 

Finally he cleared his throat. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“I mean a lot of things. If it’s mutual, or one-sided…” He watched her closely and something in her expression shifted. “Are you talking about someone we know, Evans?”

Pink spread across her porcelain cheeks. He’d never outgrown his love of causing her to blush. A strange surge of confidence came to him as he leaned in. 

“So, purely hypothetical?” he added.

She sucked in her bottom lip, nodding. 

For a moment he felt suspended. Like he could tell her anything; like the fact that he was sure that he would always fancy her, even if she never felt the same way. Pathetic really, a truth he did his best to manage. Unwilling to jeopardise her hard-won friendship. 

He forced out a breath.  “I think you can be friends with someone you’re attracted to.”

She tilted her head, hair ablaze in the afternoon sunlight. “You think so?”

“I have it on good authority.”

Lily blinked at him. The pink hue on her face deepened and everything in him screamed to touch her cheek, to see if it was as soft as he imagined. 

His hand fisted where it rested on his leg. The desire burned through him. Being around her had always been like playing with fire; mesmerising, a primal instinct that only she brought out in him. She made the world brighter but with the potential for peril. His heart at risk. 

He stared down at her, the moment suspended. His fingers unclenching, their breathing syncing. He could imagine it so easily, closing the small gap between them, and brushing his lips against hers. 

A loud bang made them both startle, her body tensing before she relaxed back into her seat. The prefects began to trickle in. He was so flustered by the impulse he’d been close to giving into, that he’d nearly forgotten where they were or what they were even doing. 

Lily recovered quickly, standing and greeting the arriving students. He watched her take charge of the meeting. Graceful in her movement, the last bits of sun bathing her in gold. His heart beat erratically in his chest, body too hot in the crowded room. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to thank Sirius or hex him into next week. 

Then Lily turned back, a curious glint in her eyes that sparked him into motion. He took his place beside her, ignoring the gooseflesh that broke out when her arm brushed against his, pushing down how right it felt to be at her side.

[soulfullives]

remus was engulfed in his defence against the dark arts essay when he heard footsteps behind him.

(thank merlin, last year it would have been potions; a part of him, actually, all of him, who was he kidding, was glad he didn’t pass with the mark required by slughorn for newt-level potions.)

he didn’t bother with checking who it was until he heard the bag drop right next to his chair, and its scraping against the ancient old floors.

“i finished the book,” sirius said, pushing it on the table with a grin. “found it a bit boring, to be honest.”

“not compelling enough?” remus asked, not peeling his eyes off his essay. “or something else?”

“not for me,” he shrugged. “but i suppose i could see the appeal. the multiple points of view both pissed and threw me off.��

“what’s pissing me off right now is this bloody essay.” remus groaned. “this is the last thing i want to be doing when i feel like shit.”

“i can finish it for you.” sirius offered. “‘s not like i have anything else better to do—”

“except you do.”

“yeah, well,” he lowered his voice, “i can both snog you and finish your essay.”

“so,” remus said, finally peeling his eyes off his essay (he suddenly decided that he did not want to write the extra three inches he needed), “james and lily?”

sirius rolled his eyes, yet looking amused. “he’s been nagging me about it. what will he wear? what will evans wear? as if i’m psychic or something.” he chuckled. “is he bringing him flowers? where should he take her? does he,” sirius whispered, dramatically, “kiss her?”

he laughed. “questions of great importance, i see.”

sirius scoffed. “next thing i know, he’ll be asking me about the bloody wedding ring.”

he grinned. “listen,” he added, cautiously, “have you told him? about us?”

sirius bit his lip. “no. why? do you want me to?”

remus scratched his eyebrow, looking for his words. “well, i mean, if we’re gonna be moving in together… if all four, well, five, of us, it’s going to be kind of awkward when they wake up and see us snogging on the couch, right?” (sirius grinned) “and if we want to move in together, james will ask why you don’t want to move in with him, and it will be kind of awkward to tell him it’s because we want to be able to be snogging on the couch whenever we want to.”

sirius snorted, rather inelegantly. “well, alright them. we’ll tell them tonight, but don’t be surprised if james says “i knew it” — he’s been eyeing me weirdly for a few weeks. i’ve got to go, i promised him i’ll be there for his quidditch practice” he said, getting up from his chair and pressing a kiss to remus’ lips, “i’ll see you for the opening of pandora’s box.”

“right,” remus replied, watching him leave, a faint blush probably painted across his cheeks. (he was pretty sure he would never get over the adolescent giddiness of sirius being his, well, boyfriend, now that they had bloody put down a name for it.)

[aeligsido]

practice date

(so I got his idea and had to like, write it a bit. I may end up reworking it a bit and posting it on ao3 later if I feel like it. No particular two — just Remus being oblivious and Sirius, for once, missing the writing on the wall lmao.)

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It all started because of fucking Frank Longbottom. He didn't know how or why, but Frank took Remus out on a date once during their fourth year — right before Frank and Alice started dating, too — and after that, Remus somehow became the most eligible person in all of Hogwarts. Even Slytherins ended up victims of this pandemic.

It pissed Sirius off. Remus was a kind person, sure, and adorable and pretty and smart and gentle and with a humor to die for and so much more mischievous than at first glance and definitely more than date worthy; but for some reason, those people only ever took him out once and then broke it off immediately after. They even started dating other people after! Properly dating, even, not just a trip to Hogsmeade followed by a goodbye-see-you-never, like they did to Remus. It wasn't fair. Remus deserved better than that — he deserved to be taken care of, to have someone to hold his hand and go to the bookstore with him and buy him his favorite apple pie. Not... that.

(Sirius could be this person for Remus.)

Last time, he went with Mary — again, because she was the exception to the rule and often went out with him without deeming him worthy to give him the title of boyfriend. Well. Five times. Five times was a lot! But, last time — last time they went to Madam Puddifoot together once more, but were back laughing at the Three Broomsticks pretty soon in the day, joining them for the rest of the trip. When they separated in the common room, Mary had kissed his cheek and thanked him with a sweet smile, but yet again nothing came out of it.

Sirius was pretty angry at her — at all of them, really. Why did they all feel necessary to play with Remus' heart like that?

He was sitting on his bed, now, on the eve of a new Hogsmead's weekend, angrily wondering who was taking Moony out this time — and perhaps who will be the next target of his pranks. James was going in and out of the bathroom, apparently doing a skincare routine (or something of the like) that managed to take longer than his usual morning routine. Peter was sitting on his bed as well, books open before him, taking notes probably for some homework. Remus was putting on the good shirt he usually wears for his dates.

"So," he started, gripping his pillow tightly. "Going out again, Moony?"

"Hm?" Remus raised his head to address him with a smile. "Yeah, I think it'll be fun."

He was always saying that.

"Who you're going with?"

"Me!" cheered James from the bathroom door.

Sirius blinked. Because, he couldn't have heard that — right? James — his best friend, the other half of his soul — could not do that to him, to Remus?

Peter looked up, suddenly more interested.

Remus smiled indulgently. "Hence the it's going to be fun, you know?"

"But—" Sirius didn't have the time to formulate everything in him — the pit in his stomach and in his heart and the bubbling, ugly feelings taking a hold on his throat — that Moony was already interrupting him.

"Don't worry, Pads. I'll send him back to you at five o'clock sharp." He winked, then, as if it was Sirius' concern at the moment.

"I've been told Moony's the best at it," continued James, apparently ignoring the chaos choking Sirius up. "Our boy comes highly recommended!" He blew up a kiss in Remus' direction, who just shook his head fondly.

"Recommended?" Sirius finally croaked out, trying to make sense of the whole thing.

James properly got out of the bathroom, then, taking a look at him with concern on his face. "You know? For the practice date? Before my real date with Lily next week?" His expression turned dreamy for a moment. "I can't believe I have a date with her," he sighed happily.

Shuffling closer to them, Remus lowered his voice. "I have a practice date with Lily after James. She was pretty anxious when she asked me." He smiled, then, again, as if nothing could make him happier than being a practice date.

Was that what he had been doing this whole time? Giving people practice dates?

Sirius frowned. Remus having so many one-time dates didn't sit well with him, but having so many practice dates didn't seem really fair either.

"How many were real?"

"How many what were real?" asked Remus, confused.

"You know, the dates."

Remus let out a short, surprised laugh. Sirius pursued his lips, unamused, and Remus calmed down at his unusual gravity.

"None? It's not like anyone would want to really date me, anyway." He gestured to himself, as if it was explanation enough — which it wasn't, Sirius wanted to date this whole... Remusness, thank you very much. Remus was amazing, why wouldn't people want to date him?

Sirius couldn't answer — it didn't know if he could actually say anything to that. Remus got distracted by James, anyway, and soon they were leaving them behind for their practice date.

Sirius put his face into his pillow and let out an angry yell.

From his bed, Peter turned a page of his book, utterly unbothered but still a cheeky bastard. The clear amusement in his next words was proof enough of it.

"So, do you want me to be your practice date for when Moony'll realize you're trying to ask him out, or you'll take Prongs?"

Sirius threw the pillow at him.