#james&sirius

[soulfullives]

“i never snogged someone,” james said, flipping through his “quidditch through the ages” as sirius lied down next to him, reading a book he had borrowed from remus for the summer.

sirius snorted. “never? for someone as attractive as you, i’m surprised.”

“you know i’d have told you if i had,” he chuckled, “when have we not shared that kind of stuff?”

“we always have.” sirius nodded. “you curious?”

“kinda,” james shrugged, taking a hopeful (no, actually, it was curious, obviously; why would it be hopeful?) peek at sirius as he sat up, hooking their legs together., slotting their bodies together.

“you wanna see what it’s like?” he asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow at james. “i’ve been told i’m wicked good at it.”

yet, his answer did not come verbalised, but as making his and sirius’ lips meet, which he instantly responded to by cupping james’ face and deepening their kiss; he carded his fingers through sirius’ hair, his thumb rubbing at the flesh of sirius’ neck. sirius slid his tongue into james’ mouth, teeth and lips clashing for what felt like an eternity, james’ heart hammering in his chest.

“you’re utter shit at it,” sirius chuckled when they finally broke apart, his face flushed and hair tousled.

“you just don’t want to admit good at it, too,” james winked, lightly jabbing sirius in the ribs with his elbow.

[lesbianforregulusblack]

Okay, the top 3 tropes are:

- best friends (like when people are already assuming they are dating but they are making each other's lives better in a completely platonic way)

- found family (especially when it's adult-child and they both need that relationship)

- reconnecting siblings

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[soulfullives]

The door was opened for Sirius by James, who was holding his newborn son in his arms, his little cheek pressed against his father’s bare chest.

“Being a dad suits you,” Sirius grinned, stepping inside. James had dark circles forming under his eyes, and a five o’clock shadow ghosted against his handsome features. “You look different.”

James gave him a laugh. “Ha, thanks. I let Lily sleep; we’re taking turns with trying, emphasis on trying, because it’s rather unsuccessful, to put him to sleep. He’s as restless as I am.”

“And he looks just like you, too,” He said, looking at the boy fondly.

James nodded towards the couch, flicking the light switch on. “Come on, let’s sit down. I’ve been pacing around the kitchen for an hour and a half and the most I got was him closing his eyes for fifteen minutes. I wanted to set him into his bed and then, it was over.”

Sirius chuckled, crossing the kitchen and sitting down. He ran a hand through his hair; he wasn’t feeling particularly rested himself. He had just come from a mission, and decided to stop by at the Potters before going back to his apartment in London. He’d been away for nearly a month, and hadn’t seen his godson ever since.

“How are you feeling?” James asked, sitting down gently. “Do you want me to make you a cuppa?”

“Don’t bother. Won’t be around long,” Sirius said, taking off his leather jacket and putting it on the armrest. His godson really looked just like his father; except, of course, his eyes, his mother’s entirely, almond-shaped and emerald green. He was watching Sirius curiously from his safe spot on his father’s chest, propped up by his arm.

“At least he stopped crying,” James laughed, “right after you knocked on the door. Reckon he feels your presence. Come on, do you want to hold him?”

He bit his lip. “Sure,” Sirius shrugged, and the other man sat up slowly, leaning forward towards him their noses almost touched, and placed Harry (because that was the name they had decided on, an ode to James’ grandfather, Henry) in Sirius’ arms.

Harry stirred; then, stretched his arm, and his chubby hand wrapped around Sirius’ finger, the one with the ring that he had been bound to take off for a long time. He gave it a weak squeeze and yawned, his little mouth opening and closing into a content smile. He blinked at Sirius with his green eyes once, twice, then put his hand on his godfather’s shoulder and his head on his chest and closed his eyes.

“Now, I’m gonna need you to sit still for the next two days and a half,” James grinned, pressing a fluttering kiss to his son’s forehead, covered by a tuft of black hair. He stretched, his shirt riding up and exposing the hair on his stomach, and slumped back with a pleased groan. “You’re the only one he sleeps with; Wormtail’s been around, and when he tried, Harry started crying so hard he threw up.”

Sirius winced. “Yikes. I imagine he wasn’t too pleased by that. Remus?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been gone. Left about a week after you did and hasn’t come back yet. He won’t tell us where Dumbledore sends him, though. I’m worried about him.”

The other man tsked, displeased. “Obviously. Whatever,” He said, placing his hand on the small of Harry’s back, “just know that if you ever need me to take any of your missions, I’ll be there to do it.”

James frowned. “You’re already throwing yourself in too much, mate. You’re taking missions upon missions; I haven’t seen you properly ever since Harry’s birth. And, besides, you don’t look like you’ve been taking care of yourself too much.”

He was right; Sirius had lost weight, the dark circles underneath his eyes were even more pronounced than usually and, having seen his reflection in the side-view mirror of a car, he was looking particularly pale and miserable.

He just shrugged as an answer. James put a warm hand on his shoulder.

“Stay the night, Padfoot.”

And so, Sirius did.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

[natti-ice]

every time i remember my favorite person isn’t real