#bc it’s lit 1am

[akinghead-akingwrld]

Where is your boy tonight?

“Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.” - Fall Out Boy

Fukunaga x reader, gn! reader

While you’re waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance of the hotel prom is at, Fukunaga notices you.

word count: 500

It was prom night, and you’d gotten yourself all dolled up for it. This year’s prom was being held at a fancy hotel. The school had supposedly paid a fortune just to have it rented for the night.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring how beautiful you looked in the reflection. Your boyfriend, whom was supposed to pick you up, texted you while you were taking pictures of yourself.

The text read: Hey babe, I can’t make it to your place. I’ll meet you there.

Oh, whatever. It’s fine, right?

The time you were supposed to leave comes around, and, Instead of riding in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s, you grab your car keys and head out the door. Purse in the passenger seat, you start driving away.

Upon arriving at the hotel, you find yourself awed by how tall the building is. Impatient to see what the inside looks like, you jump out of your car and start looking for your boyfriend. He likely wasn’t waiting for you in the parking lot, so you decided to go outside by the entrance. No signs of your boyfriend. Hoping to find him somewhere inside, you go past security and finally inside the actual ballroom. Still, he’s nowhere to be found. You send him a text saying you’ll be waiting for him by the entrance of the ballroom. Delivered. He’ll read it at some point.

After a few minutes of looking stupid and waiting for him, you start losing hope. Then a boy, who you hoped was your boyfriend, started approaching you. As he got closer you noticed it was just some boy in your Chemistry class.

“Fukunaga?” You squinted your eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.” He responded in that silly voice of his. He moved his eyes back and forth as if scanning the area for something. “Where is your boyfriend?”

“Huh?” You nearly burst into tears at the mention of him.

“Well I assumed you’d be with your boyfriend at prom, no?”

“I think he stood me up.”

“Probably, you’ve been waiting here for a while.” He looked around the room for your boyfriend, like you had been doing for the past however many minutes. “Sorry.”

You shrugged your shoulders as to say ‘whatever’, but the tears forming in your eyes said otherwise.

“Oh, there he is.” Fukunaga pointed his finger at a guy that looked completely out of it.

“What a gentleman.” You saw the look on his face. His excuses were something you couldn’t bear to hear at that moment.

“I could ‘spill’ my punch on him if you’d like.” Fukunaga suggested, taking a sip out of said drink.

A single nod was all it took for Fukunaga to throw his drink all over your boyfriend. He threw the plastic cup at him as well, while he was at it.

Before you could even register what had happened, Fukunaga grabbed your hand and dragged you along the crowd of people.

“He’s gonna kick my ass, run, run!!!”

a/n: i’m just writing stuff based off specific lines and lyrics of (prob fob) songs

[clownboy-yeehonk]

Personally I think Sleep No More was enhanced by the panicked dash across midtown Manhattan thanks to nj transit running over an hour late, I made it with 5 minutes to spare drenched in sweat, managed to chug a champagne cocktail before immediately being shoved into the fully immersive Macbeth/hitchcock inspired haunted house/hotel it was v neat would recommend I'm gonna have nightmares about this one fo sho

[chaotic-history]

I don't think I posted this yet but holy shit 'to recount you the story of my life is to accuse the hand of Heaven' is the most banger line

[denimchicken]

mad that i have the kinda boyfriend i thought only existed in films 😭😭

[fakeblondehoe]

this looks off bc It's 1AM as I'm posting this but who fucking cares, I like drawing him (the last pic is lit me as I'm typing this lol)

[nanamiswidow]

a little nanami x reader smut for funsies.

an: i've never posted my writing on tumblr sooo a lil nervous about this. & its been so long since ive written smut, v rusty. i was also testing myself in the beginning to try and not use dialogue bc i feel like i use it too much so the beginning may be extra garbo. if this doesn't do well, pretend it didn't happen. boarder credit as well <3 the purple stars & the mdni

word count: 1,497

cw: (sleepy in the first half) unprotected sex (p in v), singular gendered term (kento calls reader 'sweet girl'), hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, garbo smut (?) idk (if i missed any pls lemme know)

It was 1am by the time he finally stepped foot into the shared apartment. Nanami knew he wasn’t going to be greeted by you, but there were a few things out of place that let him know you had tried your hardest to stay up. The living room tv still displayed a quieted movie, a few lights still lit, and the person of the hour snoozing peacefully on the couch albeit looking a bit uncomfortable in their position.

He loosened his yellow tie as he wandered through the apartment, switching off the rest of the lights, and eventually making his way back towards the living room. He reached over, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face as he turned off the screen. You stirred just enough to catch a glimpse of the man before you which forced you out of your sleep almost entirely. You graced him with a sleepy smile which he was quick to return. You mumbled something about trying your hardest to stay awake until he came back, but he shook his head, his fingers finding your hair again to successfully move it completely from your face.

Nanami coaxed you up, finally wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Despite having just woken up, you didn’t hesitate to find his tie, your face turning to concentration, a very sleepy version of it, as you undid it completely. It brought a sigh to him once your fingers moved to the first few buttons of his blue dress shirt. There was a comment about how tired he looked and he showed no effort to fight the accusations, leaning forward to press his face into your neck which was confirmation enough for you. There was a deep inhale from his end, taking in the scent that was just completely you. He could tell you had taken a shower before you had laid in wait for him. It brought him immediate comfort. You exhaled a laugh, your fingers burying themselves into his hair as you returned the physical affection. 

Relocating to the bedroom didn’t take any kind of effort. You reluctantly allowed him to disappear into the bathroom, he promised you a quick shower as you climbed into bed. He kept his promise, reappearing ten minutes later, completely ready for bed. If his attire hadn’t said so, the look on his face definitely did. 

Now, Nanami was ready to climb into bed himself. Sleep was not far off and he was looking forward to getting some shut eye. The second he got comfortable, he reached over and you didn’t waste any time snuggling up to him. You were met with the smell of his own conditioner and soap, smells that just instantly reminded you of him. You hummed in pure bliss with your nose pressed up against his cheek. 

Nanami was unphased by the closeness and, in fact, you weren’t close enough. One large hand dipped beneath the covers, his fingers finding your thigh to bring your one leg over his waist as he brought you flush against him once again. His hand lingered, fingertips pressing into the soft skin, and his thumb began to lazily caress your thigh. It was such an innocent thing, maybe even mindless, trying to coax the both of you into sleep faster, but it was doing the opposite.

Eventually, you sat up, straddling his waist now. He let out a huff, he didn’t want to deny you anything, but he made the argument of how late it was and how tired you looked. You scoffed, if anything, he was the one with the dark bags under his eyes, but you reassured him. Leaning down and pulling him into a kiss finally for the first time that night. The way Nanami held onto your waist was definitely contradicting his earlier statements. The kiss was innocent at first until you licked your way into his mouth which caused his grip on you to tighten. Soon enough, he was forcing you to rock your hips into him. The movements were slow, far too concentrated on the way the other tasted, until his grip on you was borderline painful.

Nanami leaned his head back as you pressed kisses into his cheek and down to his neck. Your fingers reached between the two of you as your fingers felt for the waistband of his pants, he assured you it wasn’t necessary, even apologizing for starting something he probably couldn’t finish. You shushed him, reassuring him with a few gentle kisses, watching his head dip back once again as your fingers wrapped around his cock. 

“Let me take care of you…” You whispered against him before pulling him into another kiss as you lifted your hips up. Discarding your panties before your hand wrapped around his cock again, running the tip through your slick folds a few times, whimpers spilling out of you as you did so. Nanami watched as you teased the both of you, his fingers running up your thighs before grasping onto your shirt, bunching it up so as to not block his view. He wanted to watch you sit on his cock. Wanted to watch the way you took him in and to watch your face contort with pleasure.

And you didn’t disappoint. You lowered yourself down onto him, the both of you gasping as your bodies connected and Nanami watched your eyebrows furrow and watched you bite down onto your lower lip. And you wasted no time, almost immediately beginning to move up and down on his length with ease. You were so warm… so wet. Just for him. 

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you leaned forward, burying your face into Nanami’s neck, your hips keeping a slow pace. One of Nanami’s arms wrapped around your upper body while the other held onto your hip, coaxing you to continue your slow movements. He buried his own face into your neck, breath hot against your ear, and inhaling your familiar scent.

“Missed you…” Nanami whispered into your ear, his hold on you tightening to better emphasize it.

You felt yourself melt further into him at the sound of his voice. The two of you had only been apart for a few hours, but you had missed him just as much and he could feel it in the way your body clung to him. Those few hours were usually spent worrying about him and it was always a sigh of relief seeing him come home in one piece.

“Just like that…” His voice breathy now as his hand tightened on your hip. “Feels so good…”

He felt your inner walls clench around his cock, making the both of you moan and causing your hips to falter in their lazy movements. Nanami continued his whispered praises into your ear in between shaky breaths and sighs of his own until your body tensed up, feeling that all too familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach, as you came around him.

The man beneath you didn’t give you any time to recover. His broad arms wrapped around your body tighter as he planted his feet on the bed and fucked up into you, spurred on by the feeling of your orgasm, the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His pace was brutal, the tiredness he felt just a few moments ago completely gone, replaced with the need to have you, his fingers digging into your sides. The overstimulation of it all was overwhelming, but intoxicating at the same time. 

“That’s my sweet girl… Always take me so well…” Nanami whispered out against you, one of his hands coming up to grab locks of your hair, pulling your face out from being hidden against him. “Tell me how badly you want my cum…” He continued, feeling his own orgasm building up. The sounds you were making, the creamy ring around the base of his cock, and the sound of skin against skin was becoming all too much. 

“I know you can do it, baby…” Nanami encouraged, emphasizing his words with a small tug of your hair. He could see the words just on the tip of your tongue.

“Need you to fill me up… want every drop…” You finally managed. He was utterly satisfied with your answer, proud even. He let your head drop back down to his neck as he wrapped his arms around you again, tighter, to finish fucking you properly. 

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to falter, a few curses escaping his lips under his breath as he filled you with his milky seed. The feeling of him filling you never seemed to get old. Once you both caught your breath, you lifted your head up, giving him a sleepy smile, one he didn’t hesitate to mirror. One of his hands reached up to caress your cheek before pulling you into a soft kiss that had you melting into him all over again.

[seoulstorms]

YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER

nicholas chavez x actress!reader

a/n: hey guys so this is actually my first complete story (I guess..?) but it’s not proofread bcs it’s 1am and I’m not up for it.. :,) I hope you guys enjoy, but pls pls pls do let me know what I can do to improve! Lmk your thoughts and feelings lovelies, et voila!

ps. father charlie fic next?

word count: 2,249 (yikes!)

IT WAS NERVE-WRACKING to see so many stars in the same room as you. It was a small award ceremony that some of the cast members of grotesquerie had been invited to, you and Nicholas included.

You’d known each other for a short amount of time, first meeting a week before shooting the opening episode. The friendship that blossomed was strong and you’d both been quick to take to each others company. From rehearsing lines between takes to getting dinner after a long day to going into town on days off.

The other cast members noticed it immediately, the chemistry between you two. But what you’d failed to notice was small things; glances your way, small gestures like leaving you a warm cup of coffee on colder days, always offering his help before anyone else. To you, it was just being friendly, the expectations of a close friendship. Nicholas understood very quickly that you hadn’t picked up on any hints and to him it was like a pin to his chest. Not heartbreaking, just slightly disheartening to his feelings for you.

He’d accompanied you on the way to the awards ceremony, sharing a limousine and offering his hand after opening your door. The cameras flashed as you were both flooded by photographers, Nicholas holding his hand out to block some of the flashes, mumbling a quick ‘you okay?’ as he led you into the building. You smiled at him and gently squeezed his bicep that you’d latched onto as guidance, nodding and replying with a slight laugh.

Nicholas had won an award before, so when your name was called as the winner, he’d smiled with pride, pressing his hand to your lower back and gesturing for you to go up. The shock was evident in your face, completely out of zone and abruptly pulled out of your stare as you stood up, smoothing out your dress and laughing nervously. Your cast mates clapped and congratulated you as you made your way to the stage, chuckling softly in disbelief.

“Thank you.. to everybody who made this happen..”

Your words blurred into a string of ‘thank you’s and mentions, making sure to mentally tick off everyone who deserved a mention. It was a short speech but it was meaningful as you spoke briefly about your cast mates and the crew.

“In particular, I would like to thank Nicholas.. I mean, it’s been a tough few months for both of us and filming this movie was definitely a challenge. Yet, every time I was struggling, Nicholas was already by me and offering help. I couldn’t have done this without you as my co-star, Nicholas, so thank you”

You focused on him in the crowd, smiling at him as you spoke, your words heavy with gratitude. His face softened as he smiled back, beaming with pride for you. The fact that you’d publicly spoken about how he was so much to you gave him hope. Maybe the feelings were there, you just didn’t know it yet.

You made your way back to the table, sitting back beside Nicholas and setting the award down on the table. You turned to him and smiled like a kid who just got ice cream, making him chuckle at your happiness. He adored you in that moment, infatuated with the way you smiled, the way your happiness lit the room. Nicholas was sure that there was no better feeling, that this was love.

He whispered a small ‘well done’ to you as you sat down, the host moving on to nominees for another category. You couldn’t stop smiling, looking at the small trophy you’d been given. All night, you’d kept your focus on the host and other winners, Nicholas had his eyes on you. The way your hair was flawless and stayed so the entire night, your makeup enhancing your features and your dress. God, your dress had kept his attention. One of your friends nudged him softly and gave him a knowing look, joking about it quietly to him.

After what seemed to be a dragging conversation, Nicholas made his way back to you, snaking between people and rushed greetings just to get to you.

“Hey, are you going now?”

His question made you jump slightly, not expecting him to be directly behind you. He laughed at your shock, resting a hand on your lower back and leaning forward to hear you clearer.

“Yeah but Micaela and I might go to eat something now because I’m starving, could eat a horse right now..”

You looked up at him and smiled, looking around briefly to see if Micaela was around. He hummed and nodded, tilting his head slightly and standing straight up.

He wanted to come with you, to spend more time with you, but he knew it’d be rude to invite himself. When you spotted Micaela, you ushered her over with an excited smile. She smiled back and linked your arm with hers, stealing you from Nicholas with an unserious ‘sorry’. He was taken aback but you’d turned around and gave him a polite kiss to his cheek as a goodbye. It was the smallest gesture but it lit him on fire as he watched you wave and walk away with Micaela.

It wasn’t until later that night, close to 2am, that he’d get a phone call. It didn’t wake him up; he was still wide awake seemingly unable to get himself to sleep. He sighed and turned onto his stomach, answering the call without properly checking who could possibly be calling him at such a time. Pressing his ear to the phone, he mumbled a ‘hello?’, already done with whatever conversation he was about to have.

“nickkk, are you awake?”

What Nicholas was not prepared for, was your voice on the other end. Your greeting was slurred and interrupted by a hiccup, giggling at yourself. He’d only just answered the call and could tell you were drunk.

“yeah- I’m up.. you all good?”

He sighed and hoped you were with Micaela and not a random guy you’d just met or worse- stumbling around by yourself in the dark. He assumed you were calling to ramble, something you’d done before and ended in tears in Nicholas’ apartment.

“mhm, I’m kinda… lost..?”

You hiccuped again, the sound of you dropping your phone abruptly cutting through the quietness. Nicholas mentally face palmed and knew he’d have to pick you up, although he wasn’t complaining about it. He got up with a huff, stretching his arms and picking up his phone.

“send me your location, can you manage that sweetheart?”

His voice was smooth as he smiled at your clumsiness, hoping you weren’t too drunk.

“mkay.. how do I- on messages?”

You mumbled to yourself, your voice further as you fumbled to send Nicholas your location. His phone buzzed with a message from you, your location. You weren’t far from him and it would be a 15 minute drive max. It was still dark out though, so Nicholas grabbed a coat and picked up his keys as he opened the door and walked to the car.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, stay outside a shop or something with people around okay?

You responded with a small ‘mkay..’ and hung up, Nicholas getting into his car with a shiver as the cold hit him like ice. As his car started, he set his phone in its place in front of him and made sure to turn on the heating, warming the car up enough for you.

It was a quick 15 minute drive and Nicholas spotted you immediately, standing out significantly in your flowing dress and high heels. He tutted to himself at how poorly you were dressed for this weather, glad that he was wearing a coat you could wear. Nicholas parked his car outside the shop, not catching your attention as he walked up to the front of it.

“hey, ‘re you feeling okay?”

He crouched down to level with you, placing a hand on your upper arm and immediately feeling how cold your skin was. He sighed quietly and took his coat off, wrapping it around you. It took you a moment to register it was Nicholas but when you did, you smiled and nodded, standing up using him for support. Your hand gripped his bicep as you steadied yourself, humming as you did so.

“thank you.. f’ coming, didn’t have to”

Your voice was quiet but less slurred, as the cold had most likely brought a slither of sobriety to you. Nicholas hummed and held your arm in his, looking down to you briefly as he guided you back to the car.

“It’s 2 in the morning, of course I had to pick you up. Can’t have you wondering all alone in this state, can we now?”

He opened the door for you, patting your arm softly and shielding your head from hitting it against the car as you slid into the seat. You sighed at how warm it was, snuggling yourself into his coat and pulling your seatbelt over yourself while Nicholas walked around to the drivers side.

The ride home was steady and slow, small conversation between the two of you as he asked about what happened, tutting as you explained how Micaela had to leave early and you’d been left on your own to drink. Although you admitted; you probably shouldn’t have drank the amount you did, it was better than going home having drank nothing at all. Shortly, Nicholas parked outside your apartment building, sighing and smiling at you.

“Do you need me to walk you up?”

To this you shook your head, feeling better as you’d drank water and your head had cleared up enough for you to support yourself. He always offered his help and you always wondered why. Shrugging it off, you sighed and got out, walking around to his side of the car as he rolled his window down.

“Thank you, Nicholas. Always saving me like a knight in shining armour, I’m a damsel in distress huh?”

You both laughed as he nodded, joking lightly. It wasn’t something he ever complained about, he was always up to help you. You weren’t sure why it had hit you like a brick now of all times, but it did. The idea that Nicholas might’ve been more than just friendly to you lit a lightbulb in you brain. You leaned against the window frame and stared at him briefly, a sharp inhale giving away your shock. Nicholas wasn’t following your train of thought but he picked up on your expression.

You debated whether to act on it then and there or leave it for another day, perhaps a day in which your head was clear. The pull towards the latter weighed heavily on your mind even for a second, feeling unsure if you’d even remember this sudden realisation. You felt guilt run through your chest as you looked at Nicholas. Suddenly, you noticed it too, just as your costars had. The look in his eyes- the look of love, adoration. Then the second gear churned in your brain, you’re drunk and not thinking clearly. Although it may have been clear in that moment, you weren’t prepared to make a decision that could change your friendship if you were wrong. Sighing heavily, you smiled at him and stepped back, taking off his jacket and putting it in the backseat.

“Good night, nick. I’ll see you sometime soon hm?”

You crossed your arms in an attempt to redeem the warmth you had moments ago, your bag drooping over your shoulder. Disappointment filled Nicholas’ chest as he accepted that tonight was no different, maybe it was you silently telling him you didn’t want a change. He nodded with a tight lipped smile, waving rigidly as he watched you turn and disappear into your apartment building. As soon as you were out of sight, Nicholas scoffed at himself and turned the car back on, quiet music filling the silence. He watched your building for a few minutes, thinking to himself. When he saw your door open and close, he knew you’d gotten home safely and drove off.

Maybe you and him would always be friends, costars. Likely you’d stay that way. It wasn’t easy for Nicholas to think that, but it felt better than chasing after something so unpredictable yet so unlikely. So he drove home, without you to come home to. That was the reality, no matter how many times you’d play each others love interests. You weren’t living in a fairy tale world where the guy gets the girl, to which Nicholas accepted and came to terms with. You were friends, so you’d always stay friends.

[angel-derangement]

full respect to insane people drama on the internet but it actually doesn’t hold a candle to the insane people drama I watched go down during the time I was in a christian group on a university campus. a guy (age 20) stormed out of my sister’s place during a big party bc she lit a spatula on fire on the barbecue and had the GALL to call the fire department in case it lit the roof on fire, so his wife (age 19) had to track him down on the streets bc he couldn’t drive. she had to walk him back and force him to apologise to my sister then he led a bible study in her front room during the party about anger. later that week he posted on the facebook page of a lady who had lost her 17yr old brother in a car crash that her brother deserved to die bc he had gone to schoolies. neither he nor his wife talk to me anymore bc he borrowed a pen and offered to drive it back over at 1am in the morning and I said no thanks keep it and he interpreted this as me leading him to stumble. none of these or any other events involved any drugs or alcohol.

[grntaire]

oomfie you're from the boston area right... i'm going on a trip there (and then to buffalo) next week and if you're willing to spare some hot tips they would be greatly appreciated... especially for like queer shows or clubs or whateva :0 only if you want to spare such info ofc!

omg yeah i got you!!

for queer places my fav is club cafe <3 good vibes generally and their food is LIT. cathedral station is a queer sports bar but it's really just a cool space all-around, and blend in dorchester is great too! be warned it's the last few weeks of this season of drag race so if you're out at a queer place on a friday night it'll be insane to get a spot

for more general things, take a walk through boston common bc it really is gorg! hit up the prudential center and there's restaurants that half rooftop access and i think (?) there's a place at the top where you can see the whole city it's gorgeous :)

faneuil hall/quincy market is def super touristy but the area around there has interesting historical buildings which i think is worth checking out!

boston also has some lit museums: i've been to the aquarium, the museum of science, and the museum of fine arts, and are all super fun! i've never been to the isabella stewart gardner museum but it's up next on my boston list bc a) it's beautiful but also b) it's home to the hightest-value museum art theft in history and they have the empty frames up on the wall which is kind of metal imo.

if you're into classical music i have friends singing at symphony hall in bach's b minor mass next week which if you haven't heard, it's sooooo good

the subways (aka the "t") is... not great but is convenient to get around the city. it runs until about 1am, sometimes almost 2 depending on if it's a weekend or if there's a game at the garden or not. but it's not too tricky to navigate, you're either going inbound or outbound and the lines are all colors. imo it's easier to understand than the mta in new york but i also grew up with it lol

i hope this was helpful & feel free to hit me up as it gets closer! i love boston and as much as massachusetts ppl get a bad rep for being rude it's very much that we're a people who are kind but not nice–any local will gladly help you on your way!

[svnflower-writes]

i just need some company now

“Moony?” Sirius took one long look at the taller boy and fell into his welcoming embrace, letting his shaky hands cling to Remus’ back as he buried his head into his chest. “Oh, Moony. Thank Merlin you’re here.”

or

In which Remus is at James’ house when Sirius runs away, and that alone makes everything better.

i listened to gracie abrams while writing this and even though it’s not even a very sad piece, i still felt like i was going to cry bc gracie + me + 1am = sadness . inspired (kind of) by comfort crowd by conan gray, i have a new habit of writing wolfstar fics at 2am so i made a tag for it

wolfstar + implied jegulus

fluff + light angst

James was half asleep when the two heard a knock on the door. When the dark-haired boy attempted to get off the couch, he ended up falling onto the floor, where he knocked over his long-since discarded glass of water. Remus let out a snicker and left James spitting out drowsy curse words at the water as he trudged his way down the hallway to the door.

Opening the door, he started a default: “hello, how are you?” that he always used when answering a door, but he was cut off halfway through the ‘hello’. Standing on the steps was Sirius Black, drenched by rain, exhausted, and in need of a warm meal. The long-haired boy’s eyes lit up as he saw Remus, the tiredness still there but much less important than the relief rushing through his veins.

“Moony?” Sirius took one long look at the taller boy and fell into his welcoming embrace, letting his shaky hands cling to Remus’ back as he buried his head into his chest. “Oh, Moony. Thank Merlin you’re here.” Sirius’ tension instantly eased and he found peaceful solace in the comforting hold and he was overrun with an immense feeling of gratitude about how the world had been in his favour tonight. Tonight and always; because Sirius Black was endlessly grateful for Remus Lupin and he swore he would be until the day he died.

Remus slowly adjusted to the hug, letting his arms wrap around Sirius’ lower back as he breathed in softly. He was painfully aware of how alarmingly cold Sirius’ skin was, and he couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been outside in the crisp night air for. “What are you doing here, Pads?”

“Had to get out of that house. That fucking house.”

Remus took note of the bitterness in his tone and the bags in his hands and knew exactly what was going on. “Alright, let’s get you inside. You’re going to catch a cold.”

“I’d say you’re being like my mother but I don’t want to compare the two of you.” Sirius muttered, shivering in Remus’ arms. Remus wondered whether his mother would even care if he got sick from standing outside at night for hours—he certainly had his doubts, considering that she was half the reason Sirius had been outside just past midnight, almost catching his death. Merlin, he hated that woman.

Remus led Sirius inside with a hand on his lower back to keep him steady, finding James in almost exactly the same position he had been sat in earlier, eyes drooping and empty glass in his hands.

“James!”

The boy jolted awake in alarm and his eyes widened at the sight of his best friend in his rain-soaked clothes with his curls sticking to his forehead, “Pads? Merlin, you look like shit.”

Sirius took one look at James’ eye bags and messy hair and chuckled softly from where he stood leaning against Remus, “you don’t look so great yourself, Prongsie. Up too late thinking about my brother again, I assume?”

James mumbled something inaudible under his breath, blushing deeply as he looked away in embarrassment.

“James?” At Remus’s words, he looked up.

“Yeah?”

“Go get some sleep. I’ll take care of Pads.”

James looked like he was about to protest when he let out an exhausted yawn and he sighed in surrender, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning.”

As he turned and plodded slowly up the stairs, Sirius called out to him with a teasing yawn, “and don’t think too much about my brother!”

James flipped him off.

Sirius let out a quiet yawn and Remus sat him down on the couch, grabbing two blankets from the cupboard before returning to see Sirius staring at him. Remus sat down next to him and pulled a blanket over both of their shoulders, sending him a slightly wonky grin as he watched Sirius attempt to fix his hair.

Sirius looked at him with a smile before sighing softly, “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even know it was possible to miss someone this badly. The nightmares get worse when you’re not with me. Everything gets worse when you’re not with me.”

Remus’ heart sank. “Oh, love. I’m sorry, I’m here with you now. I’m here now and I’m not leaving.”

Sirius looked up at him and slowly brought their lips together in a kiss that spoke a thousand words; a kiss that made up for the weeks on end the two had had to spend apart. The kiss was soft and unhurried, giving the two boys a sweet reminder of how it felt to be close again. Sirius sat on Remus’ lap, arms around his neck as Remus’ hands found their rightful place in Sirius’ long curls.

Pulling away, Sirius grinned at Remus through the dark curls that had fallen into his eyes while they were kissing, and Remus laughed softly at the sight, softly brushing the hair behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Gradually, as the night went on, the two ended up lying sprawled out on the couch, Sirius resting his head on Remus’ chest while Remus stroked his hair with a look of soft yearning on his face. Sirius looked up suddenly, taking one of Remus’ hands in his own and causing the brown haired-boy to glance down at him with a look that held more love than he had ever received in his life.

“Moony?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“But Moony?”

“Yeah?”

“We had the perfect opportunity to experience an iconic rain kiss and we blew it.”

“Well, can you hear that?” Remus asked with a soft smirk on his face, and Sirius grinned when he heard the sound of rain falling on the roof above them. “It seems like we still have a chance to cross that off the bucket list.”

[nereidprinc3ss]

bITCH HELLO DYBMN 7 THREW ME FOR A FUCKEN LOOP sorry idk why im yelling its also 1am and im delirious and canf form a coherent thought to save my life but i am OBSESSED i think that may be the best thing i have ever read,,,, inmean that sincerely i just got an english lit degree i know these things,,,, this absolutely makes no sense and i will be going on anon bc im suddenly humbled and illiterate but i just wanted you to know 🩷 you are amazing 🩷 i will never not be a fan of your writing ur gorgeous x

omg high praise that is so flattering thank you LOL im a little nervous now I didn’t realize people with english degrees were reading my silly fanfic but thank you for reading!!

[lorelune]

loreeeee, i read the blade fic update and i CANT. express. how much i love your writing (again LOL). ugh, the way you write thoughts, mentalities, how ppl navigate and take in info...insane. INSANE. ugh,,,,,,im sorry but having adrenaline "tumble between the eyes" or the weird sureness of his thoughts but still being unidentifiable (unintelligible? or there little understanding of the source of specific thoughts) in and of themselves...the way you write makes me FERAL. im savoring it so much, i just bit into the juiciest orange, the ripest strawberry, took a mouthful of the crispest apple cider ive ever tasted in my life--(sorry im low on sugar rn HAHA)

i have a lot to say. but not enough mental space to go through all of it...but i do want to mention how you wrote the retrospective scenes of blade being washed by kafka, it was captured so well. i know this kind of experience is very nuanced, and i think you expressed how blade processed it well. especially how this shows up in pieces thereafter in the rest of the fic, it's different from just mentioning or referring to a past moment. you threaded the experience to the present and from reading your works overall, i believe this is a "trademark" of your writing, at least to me.

the trademark is that there is purpose in every mention, there is delicacy in choosing a perspective and the lens in which the world is viewed or something is experienced by a character...there is a specific atmosphere, headspace, etc., that you want to convey and the entire thing is brought together with every sentence that follows the previous. youre making these connections, however small they may be, between shards of the characters' lives...it feels like you properly chewed them so you got the texture, flavor profile, salinity, etc., of those characters. it's what got me hooked onto you works, and im afraid (feral, positive) youre only getting better at it. im in trouble (eager) :D

this is small, but i personally love seeing purely from one chara's pov, i love unreliable narrator-esque stuff, it just tickles something in me, maybe bc life is THAT subjective to the one living it (also AP Lit was one of my fav classes back in hs, so is it rlly a surprise LMAO). i love connotations, questionable morals, existential dilemmas, all of it. and seeing that blade is full of the latter two, im SO up for it. i also love how he's constantly (unconsciously) trying to be mindful of the space he takes up, even if he chooses to not care for certain (most) ppl. idk, to me thats a testament to his previous life/experience, and it just adds lore (see what i did there :3) and depth to everything. and im so looking forward to see how he navigates and learns (pog self reflection!) about his violent urges/tendencies, and what they mean for him (and mc)--and even if he doesn't i am looking forward to your writing 🙏

this is not even 1/4 of what i wanted to say LMFAOO, but its 1am for me and i need some sleep...thank you for this lore. :) we are blessed to have you share your talent, its my spiders thread in the hellscape im in (life), love you always, stay healthy and happy lunar new yr if you celebrate!!

SLEEEPY 🥺!! thank you for the kind words!!!!! 🥺💕💕💕!!!!! i am screaming crying throwing UP i appreciate your feedback so so much!!!!!

rambling under the cut <3

writing blade for the architect has been both like.... deeply cathartic and so very different from any character i have written for!!! i don't write a ton in character POV, however blade's feels unique and interesting in a way that keeps me going back to him. the dynamic between blade and reader is so interesting to continue to revisit, and writing their relationship expand and change has been very fun!!

blade is truly monstrous, but not for any of the reasons he thinks. his monstrous is monstrous in the way that he shouldn't exist or be alive, and that he essentially a human weapon, but how he feels isn't monstrous. he's coping. poorly. and through centuries of compounded trauma and an accumulation of mara. he absolutely sees some of himself in reader and can't help but want to ... protect them? if nothing else be near them. it's horrific, the way he thinks, but not monstrous. and i think that's an important distinction in the architect!!!

blade is an incredibly unreliable narrator. it is integral to the story (moreso as we go on) that he is unreliable. his own confusion is woven into the plot and vital to his relationship with the reader. his feelings towards you are a tangled mess, and so much of that comes from his own fractured consciousness.

its been very fun to write and dive into it just like... explore. full send. i started the architect originally as a drabble that was supposed to be uneditted LOL and i didn't want to pull any punches with the implications and like... 'darkness' of the story. i'm glad that you have enjoyed it sleepy and THANK YOU for your comments and elaborations, they truly make my day and get me hype to continue the story too <33 thank you thank you thank you 💞💞💞

[retrograde-raven]

hello i am deathly curious. how did mx sinister drive you to madness

OK SO I was up at midnight bc yeah and bc I wanted to hear it when it dropped and I had my good headphones on and everything and listened to it ASAP and it was so worth it bc like absolute Banger but anyway like 30 seconds in to the first listen I got this super strong image in my head of a graveyard with like a dark but still lit cloudy greenish sky in the style of like,,, old 80s animation and like I couldn't ignore it even after I like paused the song and so at like 1am I had to get out of bed and start painting this image and I felt like I had just downed like 3 cups of coffee and I only had acrylics and no green so it didn't quite turn out how I pictured but it's on my wall and the whole experience like Changed me as a person and here's the painting

Also months later for my creative writing class I wrote a poem about this experience that I would also be willing to share if people are interested

[pharaohbean]

minor college update because its actually 1am rn but i downed caffeine at 9pm to do homework so whatever ANYWAYS

im working on finalizing my spring classes and. well. let me tell you its looking like SOMETHING.

History: There’s only 2 classes offered for the specific history class I wanna take but like that’ll be chill. Haven’t checked times or dates, but hey! it’ll be fine!

Literature: I kid you not, there are like 10 different professors teaching the same lit class I need. Probably because its a mandatory core class for EVERYONE. Just as long as its not this prof again. anyways i have my SELECTION of times and days

Calculus: The fun one! Because I really want to take this professor again, I’ll be moving to an asynchronous online course for this next class. if you dont know what that means, think something like Khan Academy, but there’s actually a deadline on your homework. Online posted lectures, no virtual meetings. perfect!

Physics: This is the ugly (but interesting) one. Because of my college’s core class requirements, I HAVE to take the second class in this level (there’s two 1000-level classes and two 2000-level classes. So I can’t take one 1000 and one 2000 despite the fact that their first classes have no prereqs—its both of one level). There’s just one—well, two—issues. The only classes offered right now for what I need are either:

A 4pm at a vaguely shadier campus (for context, there’s essentially 6-ish satellite campuses around the city specifically for People Like Me and also the Associate degree peeps. people getting Bachelors and Masters have to go to Downtown) which meant that on labs days id be there until 10pm. yeah no.

A 8:30am class on a different campus on Saturday, which means that not only are the lectures 2.5hrs (bc its one day, not two like M-W or Tu-Th) the labs are RIGHT after it. id be on this campus (which is 30mins from me WITHOUT rush hour, which is like 7-9am here) for SIX HOURS. ON A SATURDAY.

some people I know don’t have finalized schedules yet (ironically, the sixth child we recently adopted [by that i mean let stay with us but we’re really friendly so. accidental adoption.] actually works at Downtown bc Money and she doesn’t have her spring semester finalized) but also dude my physics is NOT looking good /silly

[starboyrod27]

Im BACKKK

Lol, its finally summer time, and I'm actually on my computer now, but that's lit not what this post is about.

You've got to hear me out thoooooo

Ok, ok, so basically, I had a dream about my old youth group, and like I'm sitting here at like 1am trying to figure out ways I could attend the church without being seen by the people there... like my brain is cooking stuff up in there, and like I need help figuring this outttttttt.

At first, I was like, okay, what if I just show up and sit in the back? But my old church does this thing where they like to stop the sermon halfway through and congregate for about 10 minutes, and everyone would probably come to the back and realize that I used to go there and make a big deal about it, so that won't work. I don't know what I would do to not get noticed. (It's not like I would ever do this bc like Thats stupid, and I hate someone at that church but its fun to brainstorm ideas too)

Also, I'll read some of the comments and respond to the ones I like!

[hoonvrs]

WHOOP SO HAPPY TO SEE U BACK 🤩🙏🙏 sitting here patiently waiting for ur next fic ALSO WAITING TO SEE PICS OF THOSE PCS WHEN THRY ARRIVE 😻😻 - also yes catch up on ur sleep bae i spent all day knocked out and i feel much better,, sleep >>

I SEE UR A DRIVER NOW SO PROUD !! ur picking me up when ? 😩 (wish i could drive but it’s looking like it’s never gonna happen- failed my theory FOUR times now 😒)

exactly like … i’m just trying to get by 😔💪 but i think the audacity of some men is so funny aswell bc how can this guy ask me to take a picture of my ass when im at work and when i say no he tells me to go to the bathroom and do it like 💀💀💀 i am NOT losing my job for u dumb fuck it’s not my fault ur horny at 1am get someone else to deal w ur problem 😭

HAPOY TO BEE BACKK guess who’s 1k+ on her hoon ‘drabble’😻 then guess who’s gonna start actually working on her jake smau😻😻 ILL POST EVEN THO THEYRE LIT JS THE HOON EQUIV JS FOR UUU😽😽 i could sleep forever i swear it’s my favourite thing

catch me outside ur house RIGHT NEOWWW🦅 ( i passed on my 4th time but passed my driving 1st so dw bae😭 )

RI WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK send me a name and address and i’ll sort it out for u bae😁😁 we’ll go jump him and his dad i’ll be the getaway driver

reminding me i need to start looking for a job if i want a car… what’s a girl to do😞😞 sigh