#aarti’s 1.8k blurbs

[baby-bearie]

hang on i think i have something. okay so like jj dating a kook and she buys him something expensive that he wanted but wouldn’t be able to buy for himself. she gets all excited about it but he gets upset with her for it and it turns out that he just feels bad cause he knows he can’t buy her stuff like that 🥺

“what is this?” jj lifts the chain out of the small box.

“it’s a chain! a gold chain! kiara was telling me the other day that you were saying you wanted your own, so i figured,” you rambled eagerly, super excited about the thin chain.

“you figured you would help your poor, poor boyfriend out?” jj’s jaw clenched, interrupting you.

in a split second, the smile falls off your face. “no, jj, i just wanted to-“i don’t need your expensive gifts. y/n y/l/n’s pogue boyfriend, right?” he drops the chain back in the box.

“can’t even buy himself a simple fucking chain.” jj turns away from you, rubbing a hand over his face.

“jj, it’s not like that, seriously. i just wanted to get you,” you tried to explain again.

“what, a gift? a little present? a little five hundred dollar present? really, y/n?” he still doesn’t look at you, throwing his hands in there. you watch his shoulders tense.

“yes! a gift!” you’re starting to get annoyed now. you only wanted to give your boyfriend a present, one that you knew he had been wanting. “i just wanted to get you a-“damn it, y/n, don’t you think i want that too?”

he raises his voice, turning quickly to look at you. his expression is pure emotion. watery eyes, tight jaw. his hand shakes as he exasperatedly throws it in the air again.

“i want to get you so much,” he pauses, “i want to get you so much stuff! i want to get you fancy perfume, and clothes, and cars, and private islands!” he shakes his head. “i can’t! i can’t even give you a fucking necklace!”

he drops his head, letting you step closer to him.

“jj, you know i don’t need any of that. i don’t want any of that from you,” you put a hand on his shoulder, guiding him into a hug. he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“but you deserve it. you deserve better stuff.” he wraps his arms around you. “i don’t deserve your chain. don’t even think i deserve you.”

“c’mere, hun.” you take his hand and pull him in front of the mirror.

you clasp the necklace around him before kissing his shoulder.

“trust me. you deserve both.”

[baby-bearie]

ahhh this is my last blurb request of the night. promise: wolfstars daughter and harry have been secretly dating and james walks in on them and the rest of the families find out which causes wolfstar and jily to be super overprotective of each of their own children. love ya<3

the dinner table was awkward. silent and awkward. the potter’s had come over for dinner, like they do every friday night.

“so, um,” remus cleared his throat. “we had something we wanted to talk to you two about.” he folded his hands on the table.

you and harry exchanged glances, making sure neither one of you knew what this was about.

“what is it?” harry spoke up.

“harry, i saw you two.” james cut in, wincing.

“whadd’ya mean?” you nervously tucked your hair away behind you ear.

“i mean, i saw,” james began before your father butted in.

“he saw you two snogging in harry’s room last week.”

“sirius!” lily chided. the table jumped into conversation.

“what?!” harry exclaimed.

“now, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re both growing teenagers,” remus began.

“dad, no.” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“we just want to make sure you’re, being. you know. safe?”

“mum!” harry groaned next, dropping his head on the table.

sirius grinned, high fiving james on top of the table despite lily’s glare.

“this is the most amusing dinner party i have ever been to.”

[baby-bearie]

blurb request: rafe and wheezy sibling bonding

“wheeze? wheezie, are you in here?” rafe swung around a corner, eyes scanning her room.

“rafe? what do you want?” wheezie stepped out of the bathroom. “n-nothin’, i was just seeing if you wanted to come get lunch.”

“lunch? where?” “there’s a restaurant near the cut i heard is- “hold on. is this one of your pogue-hunter things?” wheezie sighed, shoulders slumping.

“pogue-hunter? what?” rafe feigned shock.

“i mean like when you start making fun of sarah’s friends. and then threaten them over money.” “wheezie, i’m your brother, how can y’accuse me of a such a thing?” rafe grins, placing a hand on wheezie’s back to guide her out of the room.

“fine, i’ll come. but only because the fries sarah brought back from heyward’s last week were really good.” “sure, mini pogue-hunter.” “absolutely not.” “you’ll warm up to it!”

[baby-bearie]

jj blurb request- his girlfriend baking/cooking some stuff and he keeps trying to sneak samples of everything when she’s not looking

“okay, now i add the chocolate chips, right? jj, stop eating the chocolate chips, you begged me to make these cookies.”

you are covered in flour, your hands have egg residue on them, and half the chocolate chips are missing. you haven’t felt this much distress since last time jj asked your help with a recipe. it’s a little less ‘your help’, and a little more, ‘making him food while he watches and steals it’.

he dodges your sticky, flour-covered hand as it reaches out to whack his shoulder. dancing around you, he pops another one in his mouth before shaking the rest of the bag out into the mixing bowl.

“relax, baby, we’ve got enough!” “yeah, no thanks to you,” you grumble something else about him being a child before you realize the dough is ready.

“okay, cookie sheets, cookie sheets, does john b even own cookie sheets?” you question. “try those cabinets back there?” jj reaches a hand over your head to a tall set of wooden cabinets behind you. dusting off your hands you open them up and begin to shift through the pans.

“yes! cookie sheet!” you victoriously spin around with the sheet only to find your boyfriend with sticky fingers dipping into the mixing bowl.

“jj!” “they’re really good, if that helps?”

[baby-bearie]

blurb request: jj’s little sister finding out she has been sleeping with rafe by walking in on them and him getting really mad and overprotective, along with the rest of the pogues.

“what the fuck?” the door flew open, whacking the wall with a sharp thud.

“shit!” rafe rolled off you haphazardly, crashing onto the floor. thank god you were still dressed.

“you.” jj jabbed a finger towards rafe. “i’m gonna murder you.” “jj, jj wait!” you got in front of him as he lunged towards rafe. jj lightly shoved you back. “don’t worry, i’ll murder you after.” he rushed his words before sprinting for rafe once again. “john b! john b, come here!” you shouted down the hall, praying his best friend could slap some sense into him. john b came rushing in duly.

he stopped cold at the chaos in front of him. “what the fuck is cameron doing here?” jj cornered rafe up against a wall. “y/n and rafe, they’re uh..you know.” he ran his hands through his hair, cursing. john b joined him in front of a still smirking rafe.

jj and john b slapped palms. “we’ll tag team him.”

[baby-bearie]

for blurb night !

-> going to ikea and goofing around until you get kicked out with rafe cameron (omg)

“y/n, y/n, look at this.” rafe called for your attention.

“god, rafe, what now?” you spun around to see rafe standing in the center of a model room filled with children’s furniture, looking extremely out of place. rafe looked like a giant playing doll’s furniture, and the childlike look of amusement on his face did not help. he reached a hand out to you as you recovered from a laughing fit, and you accepted it, letting him pull you onto the model room with him. “this shit is so tiny! who’s even this small?” he laughed.

“how about children?” “no, it’s elves. oh my god, look at this.” rafe sat down on a tiny bed, leaning back and extending his legs until he was lying down. he barely fit on top of the skinny bed, and it ended at his knees, so his legs dangled over the footboard. “oh my god, rafe, no,” you tried to stop him to no avail.

“y’know, y/n, this is a lot like the bed where we,” he began before you slapped a hand over his mouth. “rafe, please, stop freaking people out,” you glared are him. “someone’s gonna hear you and think you’re serious.” “and i think you’re too serious!” he pulled your hand away from his mouth before pulling you on top of him.

“rafe!” you yelped. “what? are you uncomfy?” he laughed. “here, lemme’ jus’, now hang on,” he scooted around on the bed before quickly flipping himself over so you were now lying on the bed with him over you. in the process, his fingers danced across your stomach, making you jerk away from him.

“rafe! stop tickling me!” you squealed, realizing your mistake as you watched the devilish smile grow on his face. “rafe, no, don’t,” you scooted away from him, but with no where to go on the bed, he darted his hands out again to wave his fingers over any patch of skin he could find, making you wriggle around until-

“um, sir? we’re going to have to ask you to leave.” a squeaky voice called out to you from the main floor. you both scrambled out of the bed, rafe still laughing. you elbowed him before apologizing to the worker and dragging rafe out of the store by the wrist.

“damn it, rafe.” “god, y/n, can’t believe y’got us kicked out.”

[baby-bearie]

for blurb night !

-> making flower crowns with jj 🤲

liane i had to look up how to make flower crowns for this

“m’kay, so you put this one on top here, and thread the other one under, and then keep going!” you stuck your tongue out just past your lips as you worked the daisy stems together. what had been a pretty picnic date had turned into an arts and crafts project.

“y/n, i broke a stem again,” jj whined. “pull the flower out, j.” you recited from memory, not even looking up from the chain in your lap. “no, baby, it always comes apart when i do it, you gotta do it.” he forces his jumbled chain into your lap.

“okay, okay. which one- never mind, i’ve got it.” you focus intently on tugging out the thinning stem from the knots jj has inadvertently made, so intently that you don’t notice him tug away the flower crown you had been working on.

“damn, honey, you’re really good at this, where did you learn how to do this?” he lifts it to inspect the links. “girl scouts, actually.” “i didn’t even know you were a girl sco- oh shit.” he whispers the last part.

“what’s wrong?” you finally look up at him and he looks so guilty, so nervous as he grins at you and holds up the once-perfect flower crown that now sits in two flower semi-circles, that you’re not even sure how mad you actually are.

“i think i broke a few stems.”

[baby-bearie]

Blurb night! Young!Sirius, cocky bastard he usually is, getting suddenly super humble/shy around the reader~ And congrats on the 1.8k again! <3

“seriously, y/n, y’gotta see it. pads can barely even talk around you.” james spoke around a mouthful of waffles. “an’ i mean,” he swallowed, “this is sirius we’re talking about. he never shuts up.”

you rolled your eyes. “james, he’s a flirt. that’s what he does. maybe he just doesn’t like me.” you gestured to emphasize the point.

“y/n. y’can’t possibly be serious.” he deadpanned.

“i’m not, i’m y/n.” you smiled under his glare.

he waves away your joke. “even if he didn’t like you,” he points his fork at you. “which he does, the guy flirts with anything that breathes. but around you, it’s like he forgets how to make a sentence.” “prongs, i honestly think he just doesn’t like talking to me.” “you are not that dumb, love.” “james!” “watch this. hey, padfoot.” he whistled.

“james, no,” you protested. sirius ambles over to your table away from the blonde he was talking to.

“what’s up, fucker? y/n, um. good to see you.” he began confidently, slapping james upside the head before he noticed you, confident demeanor falling before he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

james stifled a laugh. “we were jus’ talking about you, mate.”

“you-you were? what about?” sirius stuttered, refusing to turn his gaze on you as his hands re-emerged from his pockets to fiddle some more.

“well, y/n was saying that she thinks you don’t like her.” “james!” you protested, groaning. “what?” sirius’ voice jumped nearly an octave higher. “yeah, tell him, y/n.” james winked.

sirius threw a glance at you while you rapidly shook your head at james. “siri, it’s nothing really, james is just an arse.”

“oh, right, i’m an arse and both of you refuse to admit you’re head over heels for the other.”

[baby-bearie]

sry i have another blurb request(its hp this time): sirius finding out ab his daughter and fred weasley after harry accidentally slips something ab them.

“so, fred weasley, huh?” your dad’s smooth tone slipped into the room. your head snapped up, not at his voice, but of the mention of the name.

“w-what about fred?” “or you and fred?” he grins.

“dad, please, there’s nothing with me and fred weasley.” “oh, don’t play coy, harry told me.”

you cursed. “that boy, merlin. can’t hold a secret for anything.” “ well, to be frank, i do rather like fred weasley. couldn’t have picked a better weasley myself. if you were going after the older ones, i might’ve had an issue.”

“you like fred?” “of course, love. and apparently, so do you!” “dad!”

[baby-bearie]

ok ok, i know i said i would do something for 1.7k but i recently passed 1,800 (which is batshit insane), so i figured it’s been a while since i celebrated one of these.

for the next few days, i’ll be taking blurb requests for characters from outer banks, maze runner, and harry potter, as well as peter parker/tom holland!

(if you’re not sure, a blurb is usually a few paragraphs or so)

i’m very nervous about this because i feel like all my mutuals are dead, so i’m just tagging random obx blogs i know as well as some active ones from my taglist😬

so plz, j go crazy with it.

@pogueslandia @jjouterbanks @taylathornton @mischiefdz @golden-hoax @maybvnks @sophieryan29 @katie-avery (plz signal boost shawties)

[baby-bearie]

when i do think of an idea it’ll probably be angst with a happy ending cause that’s like my brand 💀

NOOOOOO UR SO RIGHT I EVEN SAID THAT WHEN I WAS REPLYING TO U EARLIER

i love writing those they’re so much fun they’re always so butterfly inducing and ur ideas are just mwah 😩😩

[milkiane]

AAAAAAA CONGRATS ON 1.8K AARTI !! this is huge, i’ll be sending in requests in a while <33

ok ok, i know i said i would do something for 1.7k but i recently passed 1,800 (which is batshit insane), so i figured it’s been a while since i celebrated one of these.

for the next few days, i’ll be taking blurb requests for characters from outer banks, maze runner, and harry potter, as well as peter parker/tom holland!

(if you’re not sure, a blurb is usually a few paragraphs or so)

i’m very nervous about this because i feel like all my mutuals are dead, so i’m just tagging random obx blogs i know as well as some active ones from my taglist😬

so plz, j go crazy with it.

@pogueslandia @jjouterbanks @taylathornton @mischiefdz @golden-hoax @maybvnks @sophieryan29 @katie-avery (plz signal boost shawties)