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addisonstars · 1 year
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sirius mf black
written for day 9 of october for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "apparate"
400 words! (wow thats so nice)
“Pads, come on! We’re gonna be late for Bartys party!” Remus shouts down the hall. He’s been waiting on Sirius for the past 30 minutes, and the party starts in 5 minutes. He gets that Sirius has a certain image that he likes to uphold, but this is a bit excessive. He’s been in their bathroom for the last 3 hours doing merlin knows what. 
“Give me one more minute,” Sirius replies, shouting through the door. 
Remus rolls his eyes. “You said that 10 minutes ago, let's go. Or I’ll apparate without you.” 
He hears the door open and out comes a very flustered, hot, sexy Sirius. “You would never.” He smirks. 
Usually Remus would reply with a smart-ass reply, but he has no words. Not with Sirius standing there in their living room looking like that. He’s in tight black leather pants that hug every curve of his arse and hips. His "shirt" is one of those mesh fishnet ones that usually have something under them, but Sirius sports it plainly, his pink nipples peeking out against the fabric. 
His hair is styled effortlessly, looking like he just got out of bed, or in other words, really fuckable. His smoky eye is flawless, his eyeliner winged perfection. He has gold highlighter scattered across his cheekbones, accentuating the sharp angles of the bones. 
Remus tries and fails to pick his jaw up off the ground. But how could anyone do that? Not possible for Remus, not with his beautiful alluring fiancé just begging for someone to disrobe him and smudge his perfectly done makeup. 
Not caring about the party any more, Remus looks Sirius dead in his midnight black eyes and says, “bedroom now.” 
Sirius tilts his head in fake confusion. “But the party…” Remus knows that Sirius never really cared about the party anyways, and with Sirius looking like that, Remus doesn't care anymore either. 
“Bedroom, or we can do it here, your choice,” Remus offers. They’ve fucked on most surfaces of their house, including the living room multiple times. 
Sirius turns around, and walks back to the bedroom in a way that shows Remus off every curve and bend of his ass. Remus has to show self control to stop drooling. He quickly follows after Sirius, stumbling on his steps for a minute before chasing after Sirius. 
***
They never did make it to the party that night.
read a wattpad fic earlier and remembered why i deleted that shit in the first place as im going to find some bleach for my eyes. wattpad walked so ao3 could run. amen.
-a.s.
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sliebman10 · 1 year
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Apparate
They entered the lift nervously, their pinkies joined and chose the floor for the Department of Magical Transportation. 
“Nervous, Moony?” Sirius asked, even though he could feel Remus sweating next to him. 
“What if I make a fool of myself in front of the examiner?” Remus asked. 
“You won’t…Pete managed it. You should be able to…you were the first one to do it,” Sirius said, quietly as  more witches and wizards got on and off the lift. 
They got off at their floor and went into the office they were looking for. A bored looking wizard handed them a clipboard and leaflet that read, “So You Want to Apparate.”
Sirius looked over the paperwork and tapped it with his wand. Swirling script letters appeared in all of the small boxes. “Want me to do yours, Moonshine?” Sirius asked.
“No, I’m alright,” Remus said, tapping his clipboard with his own wand. 
They brought the clipboards back to the bored looking wizard, were given numbers and told to wait. 
“I bet it’s even more paperwork if you’re registering as an animagus,” Sirius whispered to Remus as they waited. 
“Probably. It’s considered more dangerous magic,” Remus said, reasonably. 
They were growing antsy and Sirius was about to suggest a quickie in the loo to calm their nerves, but then, “Black, Sirius,” was called.
“Wish me luck,” he said, squeezing Remus’s hand.
Without Sirius to distract him, Remus felt quite jittery. He kept wiping his sweaty hands on his trousers until her heard, “Lupin, Remus.” 
He drew himself up to his full height, gripped his wand and walked toward the examiner.
Word Count: 267
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longsightmyth · 5 months
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People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ
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great-and-small · 4 months
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Apparently the local university’s undergraduate entomology course sends students to catch insect specimens at the same place I like to go birdwatching, which explains why I saw three enormous frat looking dudes with tiny bug nets and overheard one emphatically say “bro BRO I told you we already have enough lepidopterans”
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its-yashas-strong-arms · 10 months
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dkpsyhog · 28 days
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kipkiphoorayy · 1 month
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alex hirsch truly is like. the guy ever. he created one of if not the most renowned and successful disney tva shows. he clowns on said network. he won his high school’s bird calling contest. he hates trump and is always advocating for people to vote. also prank calls republican/maga hotlines and was on the washington post for such. he voices half the cast of his own show and does a deranged mickey mouse voice he uses for like two separate shows. he owns a giant taxidermy buffalo. he and his sister were on an international improv team in high school. disney censored practically all queer themes in his show and now he has a nyt best seller (and created the website plus recent interviews ect ect) that imply there was something going on between that fuck ass triangle and ford. a straight man creating good old man yaoi. creates the craziest rabbit holes to send the fandom down probably primarily fueled by adhd and coffee. he probably has his flannel sewn to his body atp and has thousands of sticky hands on the wall in his house. i could go on but he’s just truly such a interesting guy
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fluentisonus · 10 months
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goldensunset · 9 months
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dsm--v · 8 months
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they were so funny for this
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juno-infernal · 11 months
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[covered in blood, with tears in my eyes] I AM VERY YOUNG AND I AM LEARNING HOW TO LIVE
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beaft · 11 months
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a small child came into the café today and asked to buy a chocolate truffle. he tapped a credit card on the reader and it did not go through, mainly because it was not a credit card but in fact a junior cinema pass. i gently explained he couldn't use that to buy things in shops and he looked so gutted that i was like "...but just this once you can have it for free, don't tell my boss though" he said thank you and walked out with his truffle and as he went i heard him chuckling to himself and saying "yes..... yes!!!!!" like the sickos comic
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rubynyoro-n · 3 months
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Girl who is perceived as a threat no matter how nice and polite she is
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aangarchy · 8 months
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Alright now this pissed me off
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What do you MEAN you're going to remove one of the most important aspects of Sokka's character arc in the first season? What do you MEAN you're going to remove Sokka unlearning misogyny, accepting change and embracing his role as a fighter and protector of the Avatar in order to end the war? What do you MEAN???
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kiryuing · 5 months
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still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???
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