#maybe i'll reblog it with some better pictures tomorrow

[adozentothedawn]

I am finished. It is done. I have finished my next embroidery project. Behold....

A(s)loth

Based on the wonderful work of @solas-backpack-mug, thank you for giving me permission and for always having lovely comments on my progression!

This took me almost exactly two months to make. It was a lot of fun and I did learn a lot. I probably would do some things differently if I did it again, but I am proud of how it turned out, i think it looks great.

[jackhues]

3 + 1 - sidney crosby

notes: i hope you guys like this, first fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year', had lots of fun making this!!

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

i. (1994)

you'd known sidney your entire life. one of the first memories you had with him was fighting him for the last hockey stick in the store.

well, it wasn't the last hockey stick. but it was the last one of all the types you used to play. it just so happened to be the only one sidney used.

after a game of rock, paper, scissors (you won), sidney got mad and demanded a best of three. maybe it was the defiant look in his eyes at only seven years old, but you decided he could have the stick.

"are you sure?" he asked, now looking hesitant about taking the stick.

you nodded, "i'm sure. they'll get one of the sticks i use in a few days. you can have this one. i'll just steal my brother's stick until then."

sidney grinned, "thanks, y/n."

you smiled back at him, feeling the start of a friendship. you'd lived near him your entire life, but you'd only begun talking to him because of hockey.

"just don't forget to send me a card when you go to one of your tourneys," you told him.

you and sidney laughed over that, before heading back home with your parents. it was after this day that you began to say hi to each other in the halls of school, that you decided to pair up for projects, that you became friends.

over the two months it took until christmas morning, you forgot about what you'd told him. but sidney didn't forget his promise.

and it was on december twenty fifth, that you received a post card in the mail from some place in quebec. a seven year old sidney had tried his best to make the letters look pretty, writing on the side, 'merry christmas, and thanks for the hockey stick, y/n. it helped me win!'

you peered in the envelope, finding a picture of sidney hoisting his giant hockey trophy. you smiled at that.

even though he was so far away, it felt like you were celebrating christmas together.

--

ii. (2004)

'sidney patrick crosby, you have got to be kidding me! you have a huge hotel, you're in finland, and you've got some of the best people with you. and yet, you're saying you wished you were here playing pond with the rest of us? you're crazy. anyways, make sure you score a goal or something, and have lots of fun! honestly, not scoring is fine if you have fun. good luck at the world juniors! i'll be cheering you on from back home :))'

you signed off the letter, sealing it and placing it to the side to deliver later.

at seventeen years old, sidney had become the only under-18 player at this year's world junior tournament for team canada. it was a thing to celebrate, but sidney was upset he would be missing the town's annual christmas pond hockey game.

you and him had played together on the same team for the last nine years, winning every time. this was the first time he wouldn't be here to help your team defend the title.

but that was okay, you thought as you packed up your christmas gear and made your way to the pond.

because sidney was going to play on your t.v. tomorrow, at the national level. it was his first time playing for canada, and you knew he was excited for that.

he just wasn't a fan of missing the small things.

it was why he'd began sending you letters and post cards as he moved around for tournaments and hockey games. they were cute souvenirs, and you didn't mind sending him a letter back.

you just wished he could've been here to celebrate christmas with the rest of you.

--

iii. (2009 - pretend ft was invented a year earlier)

"merry christmas, love."

you smiled, "merry christmas sid."

sidney adjusted his phone, fixing the facetime so you could see him better. you laughed as he struggled for a minute, finally getting a proper angle.

"don't move!" you said. "there, perfect. now your entire face is on my screen."

he laughed as he shook his head to himself.

the two of you had been friends for thirteen years before he worked up the courage to ask you out. and for the last two years of your relationship had been amazing. there were ups, like seeing him win the stanley cup, and there were downs, like seeing him take some uncalled for hits.

but you were happy. and so was sid.

the two of you had planned to celebrate christmas together in pittsburgh, until a family emergency had you coming back to nova scotia last minute.

everything turned out fine, but it was just too late to get a ticket back to pittsburgh.

even so, you and sid had found a way to work around that.

the two of you spent most of the day on the phone with each other, talking and laughing together. it wasn't what either of you had planned, but you made it enjoyable.

it was a great christmas.

--

iv. (2012)

"sidney, will you get down here already?"

"i'm coming, i'm coming," he called from upstairs.

you sighed, waiting for your husband to get up and get downstairs. christmas morning was the one morning you were happy to get out of bed, but it was also the one morning sid wanted to sleep in.

sam, sidney's dog, came down the stairs, curling around by the christmas tree as he waited for sid with you.

a few minutes passed before sidney made his way downstairs, eyes half closed but a sleepy smile plastered on his face to greet you.

"good morning, love," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "merry christmas."

"merry christmas," you smiled, pressed a kiss to his jaw. "we eating breakfast first or presents first?"

"mmm, breakfast," sid decided.

"i knew you were going to say that," you laughed, pulling him along to the kitchen.

you'd already prepared breakfast before he came down. some eggs, sausage and bread. it was a good way to pass the time as you waited for sid to get downstairs.

the two of you took your seats, laughing as you ate breakfast and discussed how far you'd gone in life together.

"you almost tripped on the ice," he reminded you.

"no one told me i had to go out on the ice after you guys won," you argued. "i was so excited over you guys winning the stanley cup, i didn't even notice i was being ushered to the ice until i took my first step."

sid laughed as the two of you slowly made your way to the living room.

"here, open my present first," he said, rummaging under the tree to pull out a long, rectangular box.

the two of you had started the tradition of opening all of your sentimental gifts before the other cute ones. and even though you wanted to go first this year, you supposed it was alright if sid got this one.

you unwrapped the box, pulling out a familiar hockey stick. one that you'd given sidney eighteen years ago.

"oh my god," you muttered, tears building up in your eyes.

"i found it in my parent's garage last summer," he shrugged a little. "i remembered how badly you wanted it. and even though it's too small now, i thought you'd like the memory."

"i love it," you grinned, wiping the corners of your eyes. "it's absolutely perfect. i'm putting this up next to that picture of you holding up the trophy."

sid laughed at your response, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"you can do whatever you like with it."

you put the stick to the side, your hands slightly shaky as you grabbed another, much smaller, box. "here. now open my present."

sid took the box from your hands, unwrapping it and opening it. he stared at the contents of the box, unable to form a sentence as he looked between the box and you.

"you -- this -- seriously?" his eyes shined as he stared at you.

you nodded, feeling the tears build up yourself. "we're having a baby."

sid laughed, pulling you in for a hug. "oh my god, this is amazing. a baby, you and me."

the two of you held each other that day, celebrating christmas together.

[jade-len]

so today i tricked my very straight male friend into reading svsss.

okay look, i wasn't planning to at first and it's not like it was completely my fault. he wanted to read it!

i was showing him how badly they fucked up mu qingfang in the donghua by comparing it to the english novel design (he said that mu qingfang went from looking like a soft dilf to a predator registered on the epstein island list). and then, i showed him how different some of the other character designs were like gongyi xiao's ("he looks like he'd be a genshin character" -friend, to eng novel design) and luo binghe's ("lowkey, he kinda gives airbender vibes" -friend, to bunhe eng novel design)

so that was all i was gonna show him, nothing else. but after seeing them, he goes, "these designs actually look hella cool. what's the book called?"

now, do i:

A. tell him the name, eventually revealing that it's a danmei when he looks it up?

B. just straight up tell him that it's a danmei?

C: don't tell him the name just yet, spill the summary, get him interested, and tell him to not search anything up about it because there's heavy spoilers and it will reveal them the moment he types it up on the search bar

i go with C, obviously.

me: so, basically, some guy named shen yuan transmigrates into an incel harem male power fantasy novel where the protagonist, luo binghe, has hundreds of wives. thing is though, the guy pretty much took over the body of binghe's teacher he had when he was a teenager, who turns out to be a really scummy dude. and now he has to be nice to him so that the protagonist doesn't rip off his limbs and put him into a pickle pot in the future to suffer for eternity.

friend: that sounds hilarious and horrifying at the same time.

me: yes it is, and you should read it. it's like. my favorite novel at the moment. but don't search up anything about it because people spoil that shit. i'll let you borrow my novel

friend: nah don't worry, i'll just pirate it

friend: wait. does it have pictures?

me, my plan coming together: yeah, it has pictures. buuut, when you pirate it, it doesn't. trust me dude, i tried and was severely disappointed. plus, the physical copy is so much better

friend: fuck yeah ok thanks

me: hold on though. i'll text you later to see if my friend who's borrowing it rn is done reading it

he's hyped. he's excited. he craves a good book and a good transmigration interpretation. he's especially happy about the fact that it takes place in a chinese setting with cool powers and an actual good main character. "this sounds so good, god i wanna read it so bad."

i tell him that binghe is actually adorable, too. that it's pretty much found family! my friend then asks if shen yuan adopts him and becomes a father figure or something.

and i said "yes". you know, like a liar. (the father figure part probably isn't a lie though)

now i'm gonna give him the novel tomorrow! of course, i'm gonna cover the chapter 2 bunhe sexual awakening scene with washi tape and say that my baby cousin (sorry baby cousin, you would never <\3) scribbled all over that paragraph with her markers, and since i'm a neat book freak, i put washi tape and just wrote the scene! i don't know if that's really all too believable, but he didn't seem to care that much. just a simple "if my baby cousin did that to my book i would punt them into the sun"

i think what'll be more hilarious is the fact that you can't really tell that svsss is a BL. especially not volume 1. there's like, only a few lines indicating, but if you remove the baby binghe sexual awakening scene then you probably won't be able to know (...if you don't really read romance or anything. idk he's kinda dense anyways). so let's hope he gets attached and has a slow descent into the homo before i drop svsss vol 2 on him!

ok anyways i'll update you guys later with a reblog. maybe in about two or three days lol

(also don't worry, we already fuck around with each other on a daily basis like this. he's already tricked me into reading some manga i was unprepared for, and i thought that it'd be funny to mess around with him using svsss this time lol)

[ckmstudies]

I posted 2,518 times in 2022

That's 2,518 more posts than 2021!

127 posts created (5%)

2,391 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,402 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#queue up - 2,082 posts

#study - 109 posts

#mine - 107 posts

#study motivation - 106 posts

#studyblr - 106 posts

#heydilli - 106 posts

#study inspiration - 104 posts

#college - 104 posts

#studying - 100 posts

#student - 98 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#now all i have left to do is write my psych paper and make the final presentation then film myself giving the presentation and turn it in

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

47/100

I know that if I start studying for Latin earlier in the week I would do better but we just move so fast that by the time I've learned something we've moved on. Today our quiz was on a video she emailed us on Wednesday night. I'm pretty sure I made a B but there's just no time to study for something like that that quickly.

Looking forward to the weekend but not looking forward to exams next week.

273 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

Day 16/100

Made it to the coffee shop! I got a cold brew and a yogurt parfait and then got in over two hours of accounting work! After the coffee shop, I went and ran errands, watched two episodes of Russian Doll and two episodes of Criminal Minds, and ended the day by going to my college's football game. Sadly we lost by three but I enjoyed watching the game and getting to hang out with my friends :)

277 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

24/100

I don't know if it's because I had two coffees today or if it's because I'm sick but I have been so dizzy all day. I hope I'm over this sickness soon. The good news is that my throat no longer hurts!!

Today I had social psychology and advanced accounting. In accounting I got my exam from last week back and ended up making a 102! It was the 2nd highest score in the class so I'm pretty darn happy about that. Tomorrow I have a Latin exam and so I went to a Latin study session and then obsessively wrote every possible way to write a noun or a verb over and over again for two hours in the hopes of having it memorized by tomorrow. Luckily going to the study session means I'll get five bonus points on the exam which gives me some wiggle room to make mistakes.

Here's another shot of my school's library. I love taking pictures of the library especially since my room and desk are a mess and I don't have the motivation to clean it lol. Maybe later this week I'll get it cleaned up. Hope everyone is having a good week so far!!

345 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

51/100

Back in the library! I could not focus or stay awake while trying to study for my developmental psych exam tomorrow. So I called it quits after about an hour and decided I’d go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow. But we’ll see if that actually happens haha.

It’s officially cold. Last week we had highs of 85°F/29°C and now it’s 33°F/0°C and that’s just too drastically different. To the library tonight I wore sweat pants over my leggings as well as a tee shirt, a sweat shirt, and a jacket. If I had a hat I’d put that on too but alas. At least I’ll get to wear a sweater tomorrow!

Good luck to everyone this upcoming week :)

551 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

08/100

Another productive day! I went to the gym this morning for a light workout, went to both my classes, studied in the campus library for almost two hours, and then went to dinner with friends. I'm currently watching an episode of "The Sandman" and then it'll be back to studying. So overall, a very pleasant day!

826 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

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[bubblegumlefty]

Okay. So I'm leaving the Bridgestone Arena and on my way home now. Imma give a few of the highlights that I saw. I'm very tired, so I'm only going to talk about a little bit of what I saw. And I'll give more about it in the morning once I'm finally home and relaxed.

After some stressful driving, we arrived a little past seven o'clock, just in time to see Chris Jericho's promo with the painting. Said painting was beautiful but ended up getting destroyed. The seats we got weren't as great as I expected. They were on the main floor, which you'd think would be cool. Well, not if you're a short person like Moi. First off, there were these three tall ass men one row in front of us who would just not sit the fuck down at any point (then again, I'm only a little over 5 feet, so it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference if I was taller). So my plan to get good pictures almost went entirely out the window right there. Ngl, I was actually tempted the tiniest bit to "accidentally" jab one of them on the head or back with my fansign, but I kept my cool. Side note; when on the main floor of a wrestling show, buy hightops beforehand. 😔

Special mention for Joker Sting Cameo tonight. That was amazing. 🃏

Then here's the meat of my post; the Texas Chainsaw Massacre death match. I really didn't know what the hell I was getting into, but the experience was... well, I have to be honest here, a little disappointing... or maybe a lot disappointing. I don't know if my expectations were set much too high or what, but I was just not vibing too hard with what was happening. It wasn't anything like I expected. At least I got to dance along to Jeff's entrance and got glimpses of the magical man himself. The pop he got was amazing. But I sadly didn't get any good pictures besides the one I'll show below. There was blood involved, but it was fake blood. So Crimson Mask Jeff Hardy is gonna have to wait a little bit longer to see reality. Then there was an appearance by Leatherface, because #sponsored. Oh, and shortly after getting distracted by said Leatherface, Jeff then lost to Jarret, which being a big fan of him, obviously pissed me off and made me salty. Like, the only two memorable things I can even remember from the entire match was Jeff wearing a leatherface mask and wearing white clothing during his entrance, that leatherface cameo, and that Jeff Hardy painted guitar, which should honestly be a custom weapon for the AEW Fight Forever game. Seriously, someone get on that if it's possible, cause that would be sick. If there's one bright side to all this, it's that my good friend managed to record nearly the entire match on my phone... for a reason I don't have. Guess I just wanted to keep this memory sealed? Oh, well. Overall, it definitely could've been better, but I'll give it a high 6/10. At least I got to see my dream man with my own two eyes. Somewhat. 🥲

During a break, we decided to go to the merch stand. And whaddya know, no Hardy Boy merchandise. Like, at all. No necklaces, armbands, not even t-shirts. Nothing. Not only is this offensive, this should be a legit crime that they didn't carry anything Hardy Boyz related. (Obviously I'm joking and I don't really think that, but that definitely was a legit letdown for me. So between that and the fact Jeff lost the death match, that's two disappointments in a row for me. Man. 😮‍💨)

Once Rampage was over, we decided to leave early due to the fact that they had a hotel room booked that they needed to get to over two hours away from Knoxville, and we were just overall exhausted. So we didn't stick around for ROH, but I did get the fortune of at least seeing Claudio spinning around his opponent forty times. Literally. So that was a small treat. (Let me know if you want the live video, cause I got it. 🤭)

That's all I'll bring up for now. I got a five hour ride ahead of me, so Imma go to sleep. I'll talk more about my first AEW experience tomorrow. Good night, everyone, and reblog this one creepy picture of Jeff I managed to capture for good luck. 🍀

[bigfrozenfan]

Well...

If in the course of the next 9 days some of you should wonder why i don't post any new content and also no Likes or Reblogs...that's only because i'll be on vacation tomorrow. The only stupid thing is that my smartphone won't work there at all...and the stupidest thing about it is that i'll probably miss the F2 trailer and your reactions to it. Shit!

I had already prepared a text for the "trailer day", which i would have posted together with the link to the video. Now i probably can forget that.

So when i'm back, i'll scroll my dashboard down for 10 minutes - blindly! Then i work my way back up, post for post and imagine "the trailer is coming out today, it should be ready any moment now".

Well, I know it won't be the same, but somehow it's like a soccer game you've recorded: the result is already fixed, but i want to experience the tension from the first to the last minute.

The only drawback: everything is already said, new theories maybe already worked out, screencaps, edits and gifs already finished and so many new fanfics that it might take me a week to read them all. Then what more do I want to post? Shit!

Being there "live" is always better than digging up old stuff, the hype is still fresh and everyone is excited. Fandom at it's best! I can't imagine what it was like when Frozen first part came out and how the fandom reacted to it. Sure I can search the "archives" on Tumblr for the old posts, but that's no comparison. If only i had been there six years ago. Shit!

But hey...it's "only" a trailer and in November i'll be there from the beginning, here in the middle of the fandom, there will be "history written" again. Hooray! Assuming i survive the premiere night in the cinema! :-(

Well...then i already wish you a nice "trailer day"...cu.

PS: one more little thing for you bc i’m not here for the next 9 days...one of the last merch leaks i found and which is already on my "must have"-list:

I know the source but will not name it for the time being because otherwise it also disappears from the net as already before with the other merch.

So that I am not completely without "Frozen" stuff the next few days, i've copied already the most beautiful pictures and the last videos (teaser, promo video) onto my smartphone. And...of course...i have the last portaits of Elsa and Anna set as new start screen and background on my phone. LOL.

Anyway...i’ll try to check for the new trailer if i can find a spot where my smartphone have a connection to the net. If so, then maybe i can post something here...but i guess not.

[bernadineisreborn]

Jane

Black Magic Woman Part 2. Read Part 1 here!

Fandom: Harry Potter - Marauders Era

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Song fic based on “Jane” by Starship. Confused friends don’t know what feelings are.

Words: 3,662

A/N: The end is a bit rushed… BUT I JUST NEEDED to finish this. Please leave a comment, like, or reblog! Thanks for reading and ily all :) This makes a lot more sense if you read the first part first. I do not own this gif or these characters. 

Jane, you say it's all over for you and me, girl

It was a stormy winter morning. You and Lily had arrived at the Gryffindor dining table only minutes earlier.

“Y/N, I swear to Merlin if you say it one more time, I am going to jinx you,” groaned Lily from across you. You were both dressed in your robes for class, and Lily’s cheeks were tinted a lovely rose hue that made her hair look even redder.

“Fine, Lily. I’ll stop saying it. But we both know it’s true,” you smirked at her, and she let out a puff of air.

You were talking about James, of course. Now that you had gotten Lily to see how much he really liked her, you wouldn’t shut up about it. It didn’t help that the boys seemed to be sitting next to you at every meal now.

Speaking of the handsome devils, your eyes glanced up at the sound of people laughing and moving quickly through the entrance to the Great Hall.

Sirius was shoving James, who was laughing heartily. Peter and Remus were tittering along beside them. Remus seemed to be trying to calm the first two.

“Merlin, help me,” said Lily.

You deepened your voice, imitating James, “Oh, Lily, darling. Don’t you look just ravishing this morning-”

She cut you off, throwing a grape at your face, but you were both laughing.

The boys sat down by you soon after. James sitting uncomfortably close to Lily, pressing his broad shoulder into hers. She forced herself to roll her eyes and nudge him away, but she was still blushing.

Sirius sat next to you, giving you space, but friendly. He gave you a smirk as he settled in, one of his signature, award-winning smiles that usually had you swooning.

But you didn’t want to make it too easy for him.

There's a time for love and a time for letting it be, baby

Remus sat next to Sirius, and Peter by James. The four boys looked less tired than they usually did at this period of the month, though Remus was visibly shaken.

“Good morning, love,” said James to Lily, “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hi James,” you replied.

Lily tensed, but managed a “Hi, arsehole.”

James engaged her in flirty conversation, and Sirius turned to you.

“Hi, Y/N. The, er, potion worked brilliantly,” he glanced at Lily, unsure what you had told her, “Thanks again for helping.”

“No problem, Sirius,” you say, “How is Remus?” you ask, quieter. You both glance at the boy, long scars standing out on his unusually pale face.

“He’s been worse… He’s been much, much worse.”

You hum, heart sinking to your stomach for him, “And you?” Your caring eyes meet his, and for a moment, you see a flash of the truth. He was struggling with something. Perhaps Remus’ condition, perhaps something else that was bothering him.

Then, his expression shifted into one of ease, his mask firmly in place.

“I’ve been much worse, as well.”

Across the table, James managed to make Lily laugh at something he’s said. You and Sirius focused your attention elsewhere. Your head was turned away and Sirius watched you talk to Remus, wondering why it made his stomach uneasy.  

Jane you're playing a game called, hard to get by its real name

By the end of the day, you were exhausted. It was almost time for Christmas break, which meant that professors were piling on the lessons to keep up with the curriculum.

You made your way to the Gryffindor common room, planning to work on a few assignments before bed.

Sirius and Remus were sitting on the plush sofa nearest the crackling fire. They waved you over.

“Hello, boys. Up late, aren’t we?”

Remus gave you a boyish smile, teeth over his bottom lip like fangs, “Just working on homework, Y/N.”

You sat down on a sofa across from them, setting your bag by your feet and resting your face in your hands. You were vaguely aware of Sirius whispering something to Remus.

“Right. Well, I better get to bed, then. See you two tomorrow,” said Remus, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You uncovered your face at his words, glancing up. You catch Remus winking at Sirius, just enough of Sirius and Remus’s secret conversation to clue you in.

You watched Remus leave. Then, turned back to Sirius, who you were not expecting to have shifted closer to you. He caught you off guard, grey eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Want to come sit by me?” his lips quirked into a smile and you had to take a second to compose yourself.

“I’m good here, thanks,” you replied, gathering a few books onto your lap.

Sirius huffed in response, you see his face form an elegant pout from the corner of your eye. You were playing with him, not letting him get what he wanted without a little effort.

You both worked in silence together for a few minutes, then, “What are you working on?”

Looking up, you responded, “Transfiguration.”

A few more minutes passed. “Y/N, I was going to, uh, ask you-”

“No, I’m not letting you copy my homework, Black. It’s the end of the term, you should be doing it yourself!”

His eyebrows raised and his mouth stretched in an expression between amusement and offense, “I wasn’t going to ask that.”

You looked up at him once again, “Oh. What were you going to ask?”

Sirius thought his next words through carefully. Your skin glowed by the firelight and the picture made his heart feel something weird. If he asked you what he really wanted to ask you, it could ruin something. No, no, he had to wait a little. But, the way you had looked at him. And the way he looked at you back…

“I… I was going to ask if you thought James had a real shot with Lily.”

Your face fell, a shift barely noticeable if Sirius hadn’t been watching closely. Not because he was creepy or anything. Just because he was talking to you. Obviously.

But you pulled your face into a smirk and said, “I guess we’ll have to wait and find out.”

Making believe that you just don't feel the same

Oh Jane

Sirius was bored. He had been sitting at the same spot in the library for hours now. James and Remus had left a while ago, their school work finished much faster than Sirius’.

He lifted his gaze from the parchment in front of him, searching for something else worthy of his time.

You were seated at a table a few feet away, quill furiously scratching against a long piece of parchment. Your hair was draped messily on your shoulders and you had a frazzled look about you.

Sirius couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The more he looked at you, the more he found himself smiling. You were pretty, he had no doubt. But you were so studious, so kind, so hard-working. He preferred… looser arrangements, and you were not the kind of girl to be in a loose arrangement. You weren’t his type and Sirius knew he wasn’t yours.

So, instead Sirius turned his attention towards a table of 4thyear Gryffindor girls. He managed to get the attention of one of them, and they soon began giggling amongst themselves, looking back and forth between their parchments and him.

He gathered his things, and started towards the girls, a lazy smile on his handsome face.

Jane, you're playing a game you never can win, girl

A week later, Sirius was feeling a bit hopeless. After you had almost kissed him, twice in a row might he add, he had been confused. Then, he had been intrigued. But now… hopeless.

He had tried flirting with you. It just wasn’t working. For some reason, every time he thought of a clever one-liner or a witty comment, images of you coming closer and closer to him in either the Astronomy Tower or Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom flooded his brain. It made him feel weird and scratchy and sweaty. You were throwing him off.

Sirius was way off his game.

He couldn’t even flirt with other girlswithout thinking about you for Merlin’s sake! He was getting absolutely no love. And you were the cause of it.

He just didn’t understand why, he didn’t understand the way he had been feeling when you were around.

Sirius decided he needed to talk to Remus. Remus would know what to do.

You're staying away so I'll ask you where you've been, baby

You, on the other hand, were trying to stay away from Sirius. You had watched him grow bored of you and drift away once before, intentional or not, and it had broken your heart. You had no intention of letting him get tired of you again.

You saw him at meals, him sitting agonizingly close to you. He always made conversation, and sometimes you wondered if he was trying to flirt with you, but then he would clear his throat and look away or start eating his food fast to avoid talking.

It was confusing. And you were starting to think that you maybe had a teeny-tiny crush on him, to make it worse.

You were still brewing Wolfsbane for Remus, and you were determined to make it much better the second time around.

On the Thursday before the next full moon, you were in Myrtle’s bathroom, busying yourself with potions so you didn’t have to think about Sirius. Unfortunately for you, Myrtle noticed the strange way you refused to stop working for even a second.

“Y/N?” Myrtle squeaked, “What’s wrong with you? Did you decide you hate me like all the other kids so now you’re not going to talk to me anymore and oh, I always knew you would-”

“Myrtle, calm down. It has nothing to do with you,” you reassured. You wanted to talk your feelings out with someone, and you had been planning on waiting to talk with Lily, but Myrtle was so convenient. She could be trusted, right? Probably. “It has to do with… Sirius.”

Myrtle gasped. “A boy? Oh please tell me, Y/N! No one ever tells me about boys, they only come in here to cry or get away from teachers or fight trolls or.. you know. Tell me!”

You winced at her high pitched tone but resigned, “Okay, fine, Myrtle. But you can’t tell anyone.  Ever. I mean it. Or I won’t come visit anymore… and I’ll curse you.”

Myrtle nodded.

“Well… you see, he’s beautiful, obviously. I mean, you can still see. It’s ridiculous, right? No wonder every bloody witch at this school is in love with him. And he’s a complete arsehole sometimes. That does things for some girls, I guess. But not usually for me. Except… I know that he has layers and that deep, deep, deeeep down he’s a sweetheart who masks his own internal problems with external arsehole-ness…”

You continued your rant for about ten minutes. Myrtle listened intently, humming and agreeing in the right places. Poor lonely ghost.

But neither of you noticed the shaggy haired boy come to the bathroom door himself, hearing you mention his name and eavesdropping shamelessly from the other side of the door.

His smile grew as he realized that all of your pent-up emotions meant that you liked him. He wasyour type, after all.  

Like a cat and a mouse

From door to door and house to house

A few nights later, you and Lily stayed up in the common room, anxiously awaiting the return of your friends.

James had finally told Lily about their monthly adventures, so now you at least had someone to sit up with, waiting for them to return safely and help heal their injuries as to not attract suspicion from professors.

Lily kept dozing off, but you were too lost in your thoughts to sleep. Sirius had acted especially awkward the past two days, and you wondered if you two were growing apart again. The thought made you sad, but you couldn’t do anything about it if he decided you weren’t worth his time again.

Don't you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about

A few hours after, you had joined Lily in her slumber, and the boys limped into the Gryffindor common room to find their supposed caretakers cuddled next to each other, shivering in the chilly night time air. Luckily, none of them had any injuries that they hadn’t managed to heal themselves already.

James laughed quietly, “Aweee, they’re sleeping. And they care about us!”

Sirius smiled at the sight of you with your eyelids fluttering and the emotion wiped from your face in you sleep.

“Maybe this means Lily wants me to ask her out.”

Suddenly, you were being lifted by a pair of tender, gentle, but strong arms. Sirius carried you to your room, and James carried Lily.

Halfway up the stairs, both you and Lily woke enough to have the sense to walk yourselves. Lily jumped from James’ arms, almost falling down the stairs. She stammered and blushed, made sure he was okay, and bid him goodnight before heading to bed.

You awoke enough to realize who was carrying you and tighten your arms around his neck, desperately clutching to him and hoping he didn’t leave.

Sirius pretended he hadn’t seen your eyes open for a split second before you did so.

When you got to your dorm, Sirius laid you down on your bed and sat by you. You were awake enough now to acknowledge Sirius’ presence, but sleepy enough to be bold.

“Erm- Thanks for waiting up for me, I mean, for us. It means quite a lot,” said Sirius.

His words were met with silence as you snuggled yourself into your bed and under the covers. In the soft moonlight, his features were filled with nerves and you finally understood why he had been acting so oddly the past few days.

Sirius was about to leave when you grabbed his hand.

Your eyes met. You were half asleep and he was exhausted, but you both could have sworn that the other was glowing. You were too tired to care about the consequences your next words would have on your beloved friendship with Sirius.

“Stay.”

And so he did.

Were all those nights we spent together, hey hey

Only because you didn't know better

I gotta know

The next morning, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the frosty windows. You were surprised at how hot you were. Usually, you didn’t get too warm at night. It was like you were sleeping with a space heater or something. Or a dog.

A dog.

Your eyes shot open and you remembered, embarrassedly, the sleep soaked events of the night before. Sirius was laying peacefully beside you, his arm wrapped around you and his eyes shut tightly.

Oh, Merlin. What had you gotten yourself into?

Instead of staying and dealing with the awkwardness of waking up next to a boy that you were kind of in love with, you decided to leave. So, you dressed in your robes and hoped that Sirius would have the sense to leave the room discreetly before leaving for the Dining Hall as fast as you could.

It was earlier than you had ever woken up before, there were only a few other students in the dining hall when you got there. You sat by yourself at the Gryffindor table and prepared for humiliation.

Not long after, someone sat beside you.

It was Remus.

His hair was extra messy, and he had dark bags hanging from his usually bright eyes. There were a few new scratches on him, but nothing that would scar.

“Hey, Rem. How are you feeling?”

“Awful, but no worse than usual. The Wolfsbane really helps. Why are you up so early?” he asked, but there was a knowing look on his face as he awaited your response.

“Erm… Our dorm was, well, just quite warm this morning and it woke me up.”

“Yeah, Sirius gets warm in his sleep. It’s woken me up before, as well. No worries,” he said with a small smirk spreading across his tired face.

You choked on your tea a bit. His words planted so many questions in your brain, but you settled with, “How did you know?”

He shrugged, “Had a feeling and you just confirmed it.”

You groaned, “What are the chances you tell no one and all parties involved pretend this never happened?”

Remus made a face, his scars scrunching together in thought as his expression changed, “I’m not sure that’s the best-”

“No, really. I just got my friendship with Sirius back. The last thing I need to do is ruin it by making it awkward or something. Please, just… don’t mention it.”

He studied you for a few seconds, thick brows furrowed.

“You really fancy him, don’t you?”

You choked on your tea again.

You were trying to think of a response when you heard him mumble something under his breath.

“What was that, Rem?”

“Oh nothing. Just, erm, you should tell him how you feel. I certainly couldn’t tell him, because you’ve sworn me to secrecy. And he’s sworn me to secrecy as well, so. Just tell him.”

You were staring at him, trying to process what he’d just said, when the rest of the boys dragged themselves into the room. You made eye contact with the exhausted but unreasonably gorgeous Sirius and made another easy decision.

You stacked your plates quickly, “Okay. I’m, uh, done with breakfast. See you later Remus!”

“Y/N, wait! I really think-”

“Good morning, Y/N, darling. What’s the rush? You’re just going to eat with Remus and then leave him like that? Jeez, must be your trademark,” said James as you walked by.

There was laughter in his eyes, and you knew he meant nothing by it. But his words meant that Sirius had already told his friends about last night. You were filled with a sudden, intense wave of embarrassment and anger towards the situation. Heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to think of a response. But the boys were holding in laughter and you couldn’t deal with it anymore.

So, of course, you ran.

Jane you're playing a game, you're playing a game, playing a game

Oh Jane, you're playing a game of hide and go seek

You finally stopped running when you got to Myrtle’s bathroom.

You were crying at this point, hot tears streaming down your face. There were so many emotions running through you, and their combined product was overwhelmed tears. You slumped to the ground and put your head in between your knees.

You were vaguely aware of Myrtle yelling something at you about being just another person crying in her bathroom.

Her words made you cry even louder, your emotional release bringing only a bit of satisfaction.

Not long after you’d finally started calming down, the bathroom door had tentatively opened to reveal the object of your torment. You didn’t notice, too focused on relaxing your breathing and drying your eyes.

But, Sirius came over to you and laid a careful hand on your shoulder. You looked up, surprise flooding your features when you met his eyes. There was regret on his features, brows pinched gracefully in the center and eyes running intently over your face.

“I’m sorry.”

You wiped your fingers under your lashes, ashamed at the tears still streaming from your eyes.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Sirius.”

“Yes, there is. I told my idiotic friends about last night and they embarrassed you. And now you’re… sad.”

His words hung in the air as you tried harder to compose yourself.

“Look, Y/N. I’ve been… meaning to talk to you. I guess now is as good a time as any. I, actually, I think I like you. Well, that’s what Remus says my feelings mean, anyway. And I was thinking about it… I think he’s right. And last night felt right to me, somehow… I don’t know does that make any sense at all?”

As you watched him try to tell you how he felt, you felt a mixture of disbelief and confidence join the emotions coursing through you.

Then, he was looking at you again, and you were looking into his eyes and then at his lips. One of which was tucked neatly under his top row of teeth. You unconsciously leaned closer to him, smelling his woodsy scent.

His smooth lips curved into a little smirk.

“Are you going to kiss me, L/N?”

You smiled back.

“What if I was, Black?”

“Well, I’d let you, of course.”

With that, you both moved closer, closing the gap and crashing your lips together awkwardly, a little too enthusiastic to be gentle. You both shifted to make it more comfortable, and soon enough you were both smiling against each other’s swollen lips.

Jane, you're playing for fun but I play for keeps, yes I do

That's a game on me, yeah

Sirius was the first to pull away.

“Wait. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. You’re not a one-time thing. You’re my friend, you’re… well you can be my girlfriend if you-”

“I like you too, arsehole. I’d be honored to be the girl who finally tied down Sirius Black.”

The second time you kissed Sirius, your lips met with a tenderness that you hadn’t felt before. It made your heart swell and cheeks heat. You tangled a hand in his hair and tugged just enough, getting the upper hand. When he opened his mouth in surprise, you leaned in and grabbed a hold of his lower lip with your teeth and bit down.

He pulled away, his expression one of mild arousal and surprise.

“Ow.”

Jane, Jane, Jane

So plain to see

Why you fooling with me, me, me

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[shinaus]

I'm sorry you didn't sleep well, honey. Do you have a fan? You should leave it on while you sleep. And it doesn't sound weird at all. It's better to let your emotions out than hold them all in. Even crying can help you feel a little better, though sadness won't go away immediately. So, how was your day? I went to a coffee shop today, and there was a drink with a funny name. Can you guess what it was called? "Latte from the sad barista". Although the marshmallow that was in the coffee had a happy face painted on it. Also, about that reblog... can I really choose just one, butterfly? I'd say you're all these types. My soft, precious girl that I want to hug and never let go. You make me feel so loved and happy, and when I look into your eyes, it's like I see all my dreams right in front of me. No picture or words can fully describe how beautiful you are. You're my sunflower love type of girl, if that counts as an answer, hehe. Take care, sweetheart. I love you 💛 - Tamaki

it's alright, don't apologise! i have a fan up in the attic but it's a nightmare to get down, so i've been settling for leaving the window open which seems to be helping a little bit! honestly it has done a lot, though it's like as soon as it's a certain time of night my emotions seem to take the front seat hehe

my day has been good! i've just been reading up on some things for what i'll be doing tomorrow and all that, it's a lot of information to take in for not even being halfway done! it should come to me with time though, so i'm hoping i won't get too worried over it. that sounds like a perfect day for you huh? perfectly relaxing and ordering a drink with marshmallows and a happy face — you're almost too adorable. then you go and say things like that too? i think i just might melt at this point! you know, it makes me so happy to know i'm your sunflower love hehe~ maybe that name will stick, who knows? what i do know is, you're definetely due some extra kisses and attention for spoiling me so much with your lovely words. i love you a whole lot angel, hopefully we'll see each other again in our dreams tonight too 🧡