#surprise another james blurb

[777heavengirl]

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sirius black x reader (no longer just a one shot :3 ) ! warnings: the good kind of yearning.., friends to roommates to ?lovers?, bittersweetie, no war!au words count: 2,549 masterlist

a/n: might make a series of little blurbs as a continuation... undecided so lmk what u think!!!

Being friends with Sirius Black was the worst idea you could've ever had. It was hell. He was charming, awfully so. Flirty and caring with his friends in a way that made your heart skip a beat and your breath catch in your throat. He was the type of friend with no physical boundaries, his legs often thrown over yours, his arms often over your shoulders, lips whispering jokes into your ear.

It was an even worse idea to agree to move in with him after you graduated. James had gone off with Lily and Remus and Peter decided to split an apartment. Sirius, naturally, found one in the same building and dropped the twin key in your hand on graduation day, a wicked smile on his face. He hadn't even properly asked you. He had assumed, well he hoped, that you'd accept no matter what. He knew you had no other plans, no other place to go. He knew you'd love to because he knew you. Because he was your best friend.

So he didn't ask. The small silver dog keychain attached to the key was enough for you. 

The answer was always going to be yes. 

Living with Sirius meant a lot of things. It meant an abnormal amount of blankets and cushions thrown about, it meant the ever-growing collection of pictures framed on your walls or merely pasted on if Sirius had his way. Ever since Lily gifted him a muggle camera for graduation, he hadn't stopped taking pictures. Of your friends, of you in the kitchen or on your couch, your first night in the apartment he took pictures of your every move. He titled them all, in the back or on the bottom of it.

Darling brushing her teeth, 1st night in #717. You smiled through your toothbrush, shirt askew, with pajama pants that did not match in the slightest.

Doll’s first tea in #717 You couldn't see your face in this one, it was a closer shot of your hands around the teacup Lily bought you fifth year, the delicate flower pattern on the hard porcelain contrasting against the soft of your skin.

He titled them all, with his cursive loops and cloying nicknames. He’d even owl copies of them to your mom— why they even communicated was beyond you— you’d then have to repeatedly remind her, when your parents phoned, that 717 was your apartment number, and no mom I am not dating Sirius, yes I know he’s a wonderful guy, yes I’ll tell him you said hello. His photography habit had gotten so bad he even took pictures of the ladybug that seemed to live in the leaves of the small English Lavander that sat on your windowsill.

 Living with Sirius meant putting up with his tendency to ignore the fact that you needed to get a job, in fact, he'd drag you everywhere with him to avoid you even applying, his hand intertwined with yours, warm palms pressed against one another. He did it all the time, holding your hand, pressing a kiss against your temple when he insisted on getting into the crowded muggle metro more often than not, your bodies pressed together as he held you when the tube moved. Every time you complained, that he was holding you hostage, that at this pace you'd never find a job, he'd ask, with his head cocked to the side "Why do you have to get a job anyway? It's not like we need it"

"Sirius I need to make money," the tube shook the two of you, his arm instinctively wrapping around you to pull you closer as the other one maintained a white-knuckled grip on the bar above. "How am I going to afford anything? It’s been two years my savings are gone-"

"You don't need it though," his words were low on your ear, and carefree as if they didn't hold any importance. "I have more than enough to maintain us�� for anything you might want" Your face heated, and you looked down hiding the surprise that you prayed he wouldn't see.

"I can't just bum off of you," your words were a timid mumble, and he barely heard you over the intercom announcing the station, if it wasn't because he had been tilted down close to your face, he might've not heard you at all. 

"You're not bumming off of me love, I want to take care of you, yea?" he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair, and you didn't refute. Not for now. Because in moments like these, when he acted like it was the most obvious answer in the world and didn't seem to give it a second thought, you could feel the words claw at your throat from the inside. A confession poisoning you from the inside out. 

But then he'd look at you.

With his gray eyes, the steel cool of them making your lungs expand wider than you thought possible and your heart beat out of your chest. So you'd decide, every time, that it wasn't the right moment. There was never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you were in love with him though. And through his piercing gaze, you thought he could see you using everything within you to hold back. 

You guessed it could be worse.

Being in love with Sirius Black was actually the worst thing to ever happen to you. It got even worse when you moved in together. Waking up to his shirtless self making you coffee the way you liked it, his head disheveled and unruly from bed but somehow just as gorgeous as when he had it fresh and styled, his long dark locks looking nothing short of heavenly in either form. It was the intimacy really— the domesticity of it all— that screwed you. Eating your eggs and toast over the soft tunes of his music, going to the market together, his fingers eventually finding yours as his other hand carried the shopping. His laundry mixed in with yours, falling asleep on the couch together, old muggle movies playing on the TV he bought four months after moving in. You still didn't have a stand for it, it sat on two boxes full of books. Neither of you minded, there was no rush after all. But then you thought of his unpacked bags and the singular box of belongings, it had been a bit more than two years since you moved in. Two years since you started the routine of getting dragged everywhere he went, spending your days lounging around with Sirius like nothing else mattered. But his trunk still housed half his belongings. His walls had a couple of pictures he had sellotaped on, and the large David Bowie poster he had bought the summer after sixth year, yet his clothes would go in and out of his trunk, and his closet sat mostly empty save the lone leather jacket he insisted on hanging. 

The thought of his lack of settling made your tummy twist in discomfort. 

But, again, you guessed it could be worse. Godric forbid you ever confess.

He'd be walking out the door with his bags.

You decided you'd be okay with letting it all rot inside of you. You didn't want to be too forward or rush into things when you, practically, knew he didn't feel the same. So you savored it, with everything you had in you. The stolen touches and even more stolen glances. The kiss he pressed against your cheek when he'd say goodbye, apparating away to go drink the night away with the rest of the marauders, James escaping from his soon-to-be father duties for a few hours. Sirius would press a kiss to your flushed cheeks when you'd go out with Lily as well, a small stay safe love, escaping his lips right before you slipped out the door.

"Tell him how I feel? Is pregnancy melting your brain, Lily?" You almost spit out your sweet cocktail. Lily flicked your forehead. 

"My brain is perfectly fine thank you very much," She huffed, the corners of her lips aching to break into a smile as she rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly.

"You two are practically together, you live together for Godric's sake" Marlene scoffed over her beer,

"Not to mention the shared bank account-" you slapped your forehead as Dorcas let the fact that he'd been basically spoiling you for a year slip, "And I've seen the way he looks at you sweets-" Dorcas's words were slurred by the alcohol in her system, and her head resting against Marlene's shoulder. "You don't look at someone that way unless you're in love with them"

Lily almost spit out her juice as she turned to you with wide eyes. "You got a shared vault now? James and I didn't even do that yet-"

You shook your head, "No no, crap Cas-" you took a shaky breath, as Marlene shook her head in disappointment and groaned out a small You're impossible. "He just keeps paying for things, and he won't let me get a job- honest, I've tried but he keeps planning things and I just never have any time-"

"So is he holding you captive or- I just don't see why you can't get a job" The three girls looked at you, incredulous looks on their faces as you struggled to explain.

"He just keeps saying to not worry-" You hid behind your hands now, embarrassment crawling up your neck. "I don't know- It's complete rubbish, he's insistent on the fact that he wants to take care of me" The girls let out a collective 'aww', all screaming eagerly over each other

"I should've kept it all to myself" you mumbled as you raised your now-empty glass at your waitress, the older woman shooting you a nod as she went to bring you another one. The girls booed at you, 

"Now that'd be no fun would it?" Lily shoved your shoulder playfully, Marlene and Dorcas giggling in agreement. 

Tell him how you feel.

The thought bounced in your head as you trudged up to your apartment. Fumbling with the keys as you tried to steady yourself. But you didn't need to, as Sirius opened the door. His shirt missing and his burgundy red pajama pants sat loosely at his hips, but you knew he hadn't slept yet. Otherwise, you would've been able to tell— his hair would be a mess, as he tended to bury his head between his pillows, blocking the world away while he slept.

"I could hear you fumbling your keys from down the hall doll" you giggled as you entered, your body instinctively falling into his for a hug. He couldn't help but laugh either, your cheek pressed against his chest as you mumbled out a thank you. The couple of drinks you had made you feel more than loose, giggly and you couldn't help but let the words slip from your lips.

"I love you, terribly so" you'd probably regret such a statement in the morning.

"I love you too darling" you groaned out a no as you peeled yourself off, it poured out of you instinctively. You threw yourself on the soft couch James's parents had given the two of you. We're throwing it out anyway lovies you keep it. You were sure, by Euphemia's playful glint, that this wasn't quite the case. But you appreciated it, the plush sofa softening your intentional fall. Sirius laughed as he approached the couch, crouching next to where your face was smushed into the smooth material of the sofa. His fingers moved the hair away from your face, his eyes locking in with yours as his lips split into a lazy smile.

"Knew you'd make fun of me," You mumbled and his lips twisted into an exaggerated pout now, repressing the need to laugh and you buried your face into the cushions with another groan. 

He would've been lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a beat, a flicker of hope that maybe, you felt as he did. Maybe your heart ran quicker when he held your hand, maybe the goodnight kisses you pressed against his cheek, against his forehead meant more, maybe the smile you had given him when he presented you with the key to your shared apartment, the smile that made him feel as if he was staring straight into the sun, meant something more. 

But for now, that would have to wait.

As he got you up and into the bathroom, wiping your makeup off with a damp cloth, you gave a mumbled slurred summary of your night. He made you close your eyes as he wiped away the mascara, and you listed the vague number of drinks you'd had— plus the drinks you had to make up for Lily’s inability to drink right now, Marlene’s idea of course. His fingers curled around your chin as he moved your face, and at any other moment, you would've been positively frazzled. But as you spoke of the shaky walk home after Marlene dropped you off down the street, you could only revel in his touch as he hummed along and got you ready for bed. The stubborn lipstick made his cheeks flush as he wiped at your lips repeatedly, making them look plump and if he hadn't had the ounce of self-control he still vaguely maintained he would've kissed you right there and then. But it just wasn't the time for it, there's never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate you're in love with them, is there?

Stumbling around the room with you, the pajamas he managed to get over your form as he tried not to look at you in your underwear— not that you cared at the minute— it all made his heart swell. A stolen moment for him to think on later, the small giggles that escaped your face, or the innocent clutch you had on his hand. You ran your fingers down the features of his face as he helped you lay down. He tucked you into your bed with a kiss on your cheek and a giggle erupting from your chest.

His heart ached with longing but he guessed it could be worse. 

You could've said no to living with him. 

You gave him a faux pout, and he mirrored it. 

"What is it lovely?" 

"Missed you tonight-" he could feel the crimson intensify in his cheeks at your words, but he ignored the flush and moved a stray hair away from your face. 

"I missed you too love, next time let's go together yeah?" You hummed in agreement, a small love you slipping past right as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep covering you like a blanket.

"I fear I might be in love with you doll," he sighed, yet you didn't answer to his whispered confession. Your chest rose and fell steadily. Part of him was glad, the thought of your reaction to his feelings chilling him to the core. It could be worse, he thought. 

Yes, he'd rather have this than nothing at all. Godric forbid he ever confesses.

You'd be walking out the door with your bags.

[star-girl-05]

Loving You From Afar

James Wilson x Reader

Prompt: Can you do a james Wilson blurb or something where instead of showing up at house’s when he find out his wife is having an affair, he shows up at yours and you kinda help him heal but in the means of all that he falls in love with you too 🥹 ~ from anon

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A knock woke up , still groggy with sleep you walk to your door. Cautiously peaking through the peephole, wondering who it could be at this hour. You let out a breath of relief when you see Wilson standing there. With furrowed eyebrows you open the door getting a better look at him. He looks deject. “Are you okay James, did something happen?”

He seemed confused at the question, looking around like he was in a haze. His eyes settled back on you taking in your attire. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” 

You look at him concerned, laughing a little, “Well It is one am, most people are sleeping at this hour” you place a hand on his arm, “I thought you were working tonight” 

“I am.. Or I was, I got off early and umm” his head fell refusing to make eye contact with you. 

“Why don’t you come in James” he doesn’t respond, so you just grab his arm leading him into your apartment. He’s still silent even as you sit him on the couch. It’s only when you ask him if he wants a glass of water does he finally speak up. 

“I found her in bed with another man” It took you a few seconds to process what he was saying, but when you did you could help your shocked face. You knew things between him and his wife were rough but you didn’t realise it was this bad. 

“Oh I’m so sorry James” you envelope him in a hug and he instantly melts into you. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve barely seen her in weeks and-” he abruptly stops. 

“What James?” He debates for a moment if he should continue but eventually he decides to. 

“We’ve both been pretending to still love each other, I’ve known for a little while that she's been seeing someone and she knows that my affections have gone elsewhere. I guess knowing is different then actually seeing it though.”

“I’m sorry James, I'll go grab some blankets and a pillow for you and you can stay here.” He nods his head watching you as you walk away from him.

Over the last couple months he’s realized he's been falling in love with you. He just couldn’t help but be mesmerized by you. He wants to tell you but now's not the time he’ll wait till he's officially divorced. So for now he’ll settle for admiring you from afar.

[moonstruckme]

hi!! Could you do a blurb with poly!marauders where they find reader crying and they get worried, but reader was just crying about a book and tries to explain it to them through tears and just ends up crying even more.

Thanks :)

Thanks for requesting lovely!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 567 words

James’ eyes are bleary as he goes down the hall to get a glass of water, and he has to blink a few times to convince himself he actually is seeing light coming from beneath your door. It’s the early hours of the morning, he can’t imagine why you’d still be up. He cracks the door and peeks inside, wondering if you might’ve just fallen asleep with the light on, but you’re sitting up in bed, a hand pressed harshly over your mouth as your shoulders hitch and tears dribble down your chin. 

“Sweetheart.” James rushes for you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. You look surprised to see him, but your tears don’t stop. His heart cleaves wide open as a quiet sob escapes you, your wet, blotchy cheeks hot under his palms. “Honey, what’s happened?”

“It’s—it—” another sob escapes you, an awful, wrecked sound. You give up on trying to speak, launching yourself forward and burying your head in his shoulder.

James hugs you back. Your shoulders are quaking beneath his hand, and he feels a wet spot already forming where your face is smushed into the collar of his shirt. He tries shushing you, panic clawing up his throat. James hasn’t seen you this upset in all the time he’s known you. He’s desperate to know what the cause of it is, to fix it, but if it’s shaken you this badly, he’s worried he might not be able to. 

Either your cries or his voice has woken the other boys. Remus and Sirius both appear in the doorway, looking half-asleep until they catch sight of you weeping in James’ arms. 

“Wha—” Sirius looks around the room like the perpetrator of your upset might still be lingering in the corner. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” James says helplessly, rubbing your back. “Angel,” he murmurs, “do you think you could try and tell us what’s made you so sad?”

You sniffle wetly, picking your head up from his shoulder. Sirius makes a soft sound at the sight of your red, pinched face, glossy with tears and snot. 

“It—” You pick up your book, laying discarded beside you on the bed, and wave it about angrily. “The main character, she—” your bottom lip wobbles, and you toss the book aside, covering your face with your hands as you devolve into sobs again. You turn around to hide your face in your pillow.

“Oh, honey,” Remus coos, and James looks up bemusedly at the relief in his voice. He moves closer, rubbing your back sympathetically. “The main character of her book died,” he explains to the other two. “Did I get that right, darling?”

You nod into the pillow. 

“Baby,” Sirius says, and he’s laughing, “she was fictional.”

You make a terrible keening sound, your back convulsing with the force of your despair. 

Frankly, James doesn’t disagree, but he takes you by the shoulders, coaxing you up from the pillow and back into his chest. 

“I’m sorry, angel,” he says as you clutch fistfuls of his shirt, the material growing damp with snot and tears. 

“She was so young,” you whimper. “She wanted to—to do things.” 

“Oh, dove, I know,” Remus murmurs, moving his palm up and down your spine. 

“I hate the author.” 

“We’ll send them a strongly-worded email in the morning,” he promises you. “They’ll feel your wrath, sweetheart.”

[notafunkiller]

wait for hours

Summary: Bucky and you have a small fight about making him attend a business dinner on your one-year anniversary.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x secretary!reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), org@sm denial/edging, teasing, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 1.9K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I wrote this blurb based on @marvelouslizzie’s prompt: “You want me to put it in you, don't you?”

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You know he is mad. You could sense it right away at work and also in the car. But you don’t regret it, it had to be done.

“Why did you even bring me here if you aren’t gonna talk, James?”

Your head is spinning only from the way he’s pacing around.

He puffs. “You wanna talk now?”

“You are such a kid,” you say, sighing.

“I am the kid?”

You’re surprised by how high his tone is.

“Why are you so bothered? I did what I needed to help you.”

“I don’t care! You knew tonight is off limits. It was supposed to be about us!”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a little. You don’t want to fight. You never do when you disagree, and this is silly.

“We can do it another time. We both know how important this is, so why are you so mad?”

“Because this is our one-year anniversary and we always…”

You sigh, standing up. “He wouldn’t have waited, and I don’t care if you think: then his loss. This is your company! You need this investment.”

“You made this decision for me!”

“Good,” you snap. “Someone had to, I wasn’t going to let you waste a great opportunity just cause you are not in the mood for another business dinner.”

He steps toward you so fast you don’t even realize for a second. “Yeah, sorry I am not in the mood for a business dinner when I could be buried inside my girlfriend in our private jet as we fly to Europe.”

“Who said I wanted to go in the first place?” You look him in the eye, challenging him to answer you. You’re not gonna let him intimidate you. Not that he wanted that.

“Then I could have made you come on my tongue after dinner right here.”

You roll your eyes. “All you can think about is sex.”

“All I can think about is you, but you decided to-”

“To do the right thing.” You interrupt him immediately. He’s so stubborn sometimes!

Bucky sighs, bringing his hands to your cheeks. “Are you bored with me?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you drunk?” You ask despite knowing it’d be impossible. But how can he ask that?

“Are you bored of me, honey? Is this why you keep me a secret?”

“Bucky!”

“I wanted to make it official like what? A thousand times?”

You sigh, bringing your hands on top of his before leaving a kiss on one of his palms.

“I am not bored of you, Jamie. But work is work. He knows-”

“I want everyone to know!”

You understand, but at the same time there are more consequences to consider before making the decision to get public. “Know what? That you’re fucking me?”

Now this is a thing you regret saying. The expression he has on his face breaks your heart.

“That’s all you think this is?”

Oh, you fucked up! This is not what it is, and you know it. You both had been trying to fight it off, to ignore the tension for over a year. Until you just couldn’t anymore and gave in.

It was clearly more than sex from the start. He didn’t even try to seduce you, and you were only going out on dates for weeks. And if he wanted sex, why he’d make such an effort when you’re sure he can get a girlfriend or a one-night stand or even escort services. He didn’t try to buy you. But would the office understand?

“No, James.” You kiss his other palm, trying to show him how you actually feel. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“When would it be, then? Or would it ever be a good idea?”

He’s more than upset now, his chin is trembling and the way he keeps staring at you makes you want to cry.

Such a horrible situation…

“When I’ll change my job,” you murmur, stroking his cheeks. “This way, they wouldn’t call either of us names and your reputation would-”

“I don’t care about it, okay? About what they’d say about me, and I certainly wouldn’t let them talk shit about you. What you did for the company is amazing.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “I am your secretary, Bucky. My job is to please you and do the best to assure the company’s success.”

“Fucking bullshit!”

“Hey, it’s true. You know very well how people would talk about both of us, and rumors would spread, and sure, men would pat you on the back at first, but some might hate the scandal. And I would be treated like a...” You don’t want to finish your sentence; well aware he knows what you mean. “You cannot protect me from this no matter what you do. And you cannot ruin your company! Do you want to do this just for public claim?”

“I want to hold your hand so badly everywhere...” He sighs, moving his hands from your face to his own hair, pulling it a bit too harshly. “I want to be able to leave with you home and not make Sam wait for you on the parallel street.”

You know and you feel the same way. Sometimes you find yourself imagining how things would be if you gave in and just not care about it, but there’s about so much more than you. You know how important his partnerships are, how hard he actually worked. He might not be a billionaire, but he is very rich and affords many things. He pays everyone well, including you, as wrong as it might sound.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay? I love you so much!” You take a step closer, getting on your tiptoes so you can kiss him a little. “I am sorry for making you feel like this, you’re not my dirty secret. But I don’t regret saying yes to this meeting. You weren’t going to agree, and we both know this is really important. We can celebrate later or tomorrow night. We can go anywhere you want. Just know I love you.”

Bucky says nothing for a while, his face emotionless as he thinks about what you said.

“I love you, too. Now I want you to get your clothes off and get on the bed.”

You raise your eyebrows at the change in his attitude. What the fuck!

“What?”

“Don’t act as if you don’t want it. You were teasing me all morning. And during the breaks!”

You cannot even deny it because it’s true. Yesterday you were both too tired to even eat when you got home, let alone have sex, and you woke up really horny.

“Don’t you need to get ready?”

He smirks in that way that you hate so much, and you sigh.

“You got one minute, baby.”

You quickly take off your shirt and pants before unclasping the bra and placing it on the nearest bedside table. You let on your panties, eager to see him tear them off as you sit on the edge of the bed.

But he, surprisingly, doesn’t do that after he drops on his knees in front of you and spreading your legs.

You get on your elbows just to watch him. He smiles cheekily, happy with the extra attention you give him, as he hooks his finger around your underwear and moves it to the side, holding it there as he starts to lick your slit.

“Yesss!” You throw your head back, knowing how much you’re going to enjoy this.

He’s a little too slow compared to the usual, but it still feels good, especially when he brings his tongue to your entrance.

You manage to hold back for a while, not letting your hips move until you realize he doesn’t intend to change the pace. With your fingers through his hair and another hand grabbing the sheets, you try to get his tongue inside you faster. But he doesn’t want that either, so you pull his hair a bit harder out of frustration.

“If you want it slow, at least use that tongue on my clit.”

He snorts, amused and does what you told him without protesting. But instead of feeling better because he’s licking your clit, it’s even worse.

You both know that you hate when he’s doing it slowly, so that’s annoying you even more. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose.

You try to tilt your hips more, showing him he needs to hurry up, but he places his right hand on your tummy and pushes your back to the bed again.

“Come on, Bucky! What is this?”

He smiles against your clit and suddenly starts to lick faster. And faster. And faster.

“Yess, yess.”

You pictured him like this before you got together. You imagined countless of scenarios with him eating you out on his desk or on the couch in his office, in the car or in the meeting room. You did that so often it became a habit, but you didn’t expect it to be that good. And he’s somehow getting better every time. Even when he’s torturing you.

When he starts sucking on your clit, though? You feel on fire. You let out the loudest moan before grabbing his hair.

“Yes, sooo c-close. Gimmie a finger, Jamie.” His eyes are on you as you speak. “Please!”

He stops sucking just to breathe on your clit, making you shiver. “Now why would I do that?”

You open your eyes confused.

Does he mean he wants to fuck you?

You’d love that, truth be told, so you push him away a little and get on your ass on the bed. You immediately move your hands down, trying to find his bulge over his pants.

Yeah, you totally missed that.

“I guess foreplay is done. You can fuck me now.”

Bucky laughs. He laughs! Then he brings his hand to cover yours and helps you get a better feel of his cock. Fuck, he’s so hard!

“You want me to put it in you, don’t you?”

“I’m still close.” You whine, surprised by your own body reaction. “Just get inside me, okay?”

“Why would I do that, honey?”

You give him the most confused look ever. “W-what?”

“You’re not gonna come tonight. Or well, until I get back from my meeting. Not on my fingers, not on my mouth, and definitely not on my cock. “

The world is spinning around you. He’s not serious is he.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Who’s the one thinking only about sex now?”

“You’re joking, right?”

He cannot do this. He can’t...

“I should get ready for the meeting.” He tries to get up, but you grab his hand.

“Are you punishing me for doing the right thing for the company?”

He senses you are close to tears so he leans in to kiss your forehead. “No, baby, why would I punish you for that?”

“I don’t know...”

“Maybe this is for thinking our anniversary is not important for me” He cups your face. “But I promise tonight will be great.”

You can’t even say anything, squeezing your legs together, still turned on.

“No touching either. You don’t get to come until I come back, okay?”

You sigh, pouting. “I’ll try, daddy.”

Bucky bites his lip before he kisses you properly. “You won’t try, you will do it for daddy, okay?”

You nod, staring at his chest. “Can I help you clean?”

“As much as I’d love that, if we go in the shower together, I don’t think I’ll leave.”

Damn it... now you have to wait for hours.

[rainydayathogwarts]

this is my first time requesting something from anyone so, sorry if i dont make sense

but would you be willing to do something about sirius taking care of his sick girlfriend

no worries, it makes total sense! also can i just say i am very honoured to be the first person you request from 0.5k+ wc (a cutesie little blurb) - fluff!! no warnings

A knock on your door has you digging your head further into your pillow, eyes shutting tightly to block out the light peeking through the curtains of your four-poster bed. The knocks fail to subside, continuing so vigorously that you know there’s only one possible person on the other side of that door. “Come in!” You manage to croak out, pulling the covers back up to your chin. You hear the door opening and closing softly, and you shimmy onto your back just in time to see Sirius’s head poking through the red curtains of your bed. 

“Oh darling.” He opens the curtain wider and sits down on the mattress next to you, a hand reaching to push some hair out of your face. “Heard from Lily you weren’t well in transfigurations. McGonagall didn’t know whether to believe her or not.” You scoff at his words but it comes out sounding like a snort, your blocked nose stripping you from any charm in front of your boyfriend. “‘S that why Madam Pomfrey came to check on me?” You barely see Sirius’s grin forming through your squinted eyes, but it still manages to bring a small smile to your face, especially as he goofily says “Probably.” with a loose shrug of his shoulders. 

Slinging his book bag over his laps from where it previously rested on the floor, he begins saying “I didn’t think you’d have had anything to eat so I brought you some stuff.” He pulls out a barely creased paper lunch bag, immediately telling you he’d gone to the kitchens before visiting you. “‘S got some orange slices and pastries. I also brought you tea.” Sirius says, placing the bag on your bedside table to go digging into his own one again, looking for the tea. You fish out a hand from under the covers, sniffling slightly as you go to place it on Sirius’s thigh. Your touch has Sirius immediately glancing up at you worriedly. “What?” “Thank you sweetheart.” The pet name brings a pink flush to Sirius’s cheeks, and he places his hand over yours, bringing it up to his lips so he can give you a soft kiss. 

“Pomfrey excused me from classes for tomorrow too.” You tell him, watching closely as his eyebrows furrow. Letting go of his hand, you cup his jaw instead, rubbing your thumb on his cheek. “What? Can’t go another day without me?” You only mean to tease him, but the stubborn shake of his head has you huffing in adoration. It’s almost as if you can see the moment Sirius decided to lay with you, eyes widening when he shuffles down the bed to lay down next to you. “Sirius no! You’ll get sick.” You insist, but your body defies you, moving to make more space for him on the bed as his strong arms wrap around you. With a single kiss to your forehead, he’s made up your mind, hands finding warmth underneath the cotton of his shirt. 

It’s no surprise the next day when McGonagall looks up to find not one, but two seats empty in her classroom. “Has anyone seen Mr. Black?” She asks, her gaze pointed at one table in particular. “He’s sick, Professor.” Sound out the voices of James and Remus, shooting each other amused glances. 

Professor McGonagall has the decency to turn her back to her students before muttering “Of course he is.” Under her breath.

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

Heyyyy

can you do a song blurb for Sirius using Conan grays wish you were sober???

Wish You Were Sober

sirius black x reader - wish you were sober

word count: 850

summary: sirius only expresses interest when he’s drunk

warnings: mentions of alcohol, angsty, sirius kind of being an asshole

a/n: YOU FUCKING GENIUS that song is so him reminder my requests are open!!

(this gif is so silly to me)

     The room was alive with a pulse that Y/n didn’t share. The music thudded in her chest, the laughter was too loud, and the air was thick with smoke and the tang of Firewhisky. She sipped from her untouched glass of Butterbeer, her eyes darting around James and Lily's living room, searching for an excuse to leave.

     “This party’s shit,” she muttered under her breath, but no one heard her over the chaos.

     From across the room, Sirius Black threw back another drink, his laughter cutting through the noise. He was magnetic—always had been. His ripped jeans, unruly hair, and reckless grin gave him the kind of charm that made people orbit him like he was the center of the universe. Y/n wished she wasn’t one of them.

      She felt his eyes on her before she saw him weaving through the crowd. She turned away, hoping he’d lose interest, but his voice called her name over the din.

     “Y/n!”

     Her heart sank.

     “Merlin’s beard,” she muttered, forcing a neutral expression as he approached.

     “Why’re you all alone?” he asked, leaning on the wall beside her. His words slurred slightly, and she could smell the alcohol on him.

     “Too loud. Not my scene,” she replied flatly, avoiding his gaze.

     He grinned, completely ignoring her tone. “You’re missing out.”

     Y/n sighed. “You’re drunk already?”

     Sirius shrugged, taking it as a joke. “Does it matter?”

     Yes, she thought. It mattered more than she could admit.

     “Come on,” he said, tugging at her arm. “Dance with me.”

     “No thanks.”

     He didn’t let go. “Don’t be boring, Y/n. Just one dance.”

     “I’m leaving,” she said, pulling away. “Go find someone else to entertain you.”

     His grin faltered, replaced by something softer. “You don’t have to go.”

     “I don’t want to be here, Sirius.” She met his gaze for the first time, and the rawness there caught her off guard. For a moment, she thought he might say something real—something honest—but then he laughed, masking whatever he’d been about to reveal.

     “Suit yourself,” he said, stepping back.

      Y/n turned and headed for the door, her chest tight. She didn’t look back.

     The cold night air was a relief, crisp and quiet compared to the chaos inside. Y/n stuffed her hands in her pockets and started walking down the street, the sound of her footsteps the only company she needed.

     She didn’t hear Sirius until he called her name again, his voice softer this time.

     “Y/n, wait.”

      She stopped, turning to see him jogging toward her, his breath clouding in the night air. His ripped jeans and loose jacket were no match for the cold, but he didn’t seem to care.

      “What are you doing?” she asked.

     “Being with you,” he said, as if it were obvious.

     “You’re drunk, Sirius. Go back to the party.”

      He shook his head, stumbling slightly. “I don’t want to be there. I want to be with you.”

     Her stomach twisted. “You won’t even remember this tomorrow.”

     “Of course I will.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

     She sighed. “Fine. But I’m walking you home. You shouldn’t be out like this.”

     The streets were quiet, the distant hum of music fading as they walked. Sirius tried to keep the conversation light, but Y/n wasn’t playing along.

     “You’re no fun tonight,” he said, bumping her shoulder.

     “Maybe because I’m tired of this,” she snapped.

     He blinked, surprised. “This?”

     “This,” she repeated, gesturing between them. “You only say these things when you’re drunk, Sirius. You flirt, you pull me in, and then the next day, you act like nothing happened. I’m done.”

     He stopped walking, his expression unreadable. “That’s not fair.”

      “Isn’t it?”

     He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “You don’t get it.”

     “Then explain it to me,” she challenged.

     “I can’t,” he said, his voice breaking.

     She stared at him, her chest aching. “That’s what I thought.”

     They walked the rest of the way in silence.

     When they reached Sirius’s flat, he fumbled with his keys, swaying slightly. Y/n reached out to steady him, her touch hesitant.

     “Thanks,” he mumbled, pushing the door open.

     She hesitated on the threshold, unsure whether to leave.

     “Stay,” he said suddenly, his voice hushed. “Just for tonight.”

      “Sirius…”

     “Please.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing hers. “I don’t want to be alone.”

      Her resolve crumbled, but only for a moment. “I can’t.”

     He looked at her, his gray eyes pleading. “Why not?”

      “Because you’re drunk,” she said, her voice shaking. “And I can’t keep doing this.”

     He didn’t reply, and the silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

     “Goodnight, Sirius,” she whispered, stepping back.

     Y/n walked home alone, the cold biting at her skin. She didn’t cry—she couldn’t. There was nothing left to give.

     Sirius watched her go from his doorway, the weight of her words settling over him like a storm. He closed the door and leaned against it, his head in his hands.

      They were both left with the same thought:

     I wish you were sober.

[lupinsweater]

been thinking a lot about latina!reader and remus lately 💓 here’s a little self indulgent blurb with welsh!remus !!!

part one part two

Remus Lupin x Latina!Reader 💌 1.1k words

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The common room was warm and cosy in the evenings, the fire crackling in the hearth as students lounged in their favorite spots. Most of the younger years had gone to bed, leaving only a handful of older Gryffindors (including the Marauders) scattered across the room, finishing up last-minute assignments or laughing quietly with their friends.

You sat on the floor beside Remus, who was flipping absentmindedly through a book, while Sirius lounged across the couch, his legs thrown over James’ lap. Peter sat cross-legged on the rug, picking through a half-eaten box of Bertie Bott’s.

“You know,” Remus said, breaking the comfortable silence as he looked up from his book, “it’s kind of embarrassing how little I know in Spanish, considering how much time I spend with you.”

You looked up at him with surprise, smiling. “You could’ve just asked me to teach you!”

He smiled back, the expression gentle. “Well, how about you teach me now?”

“Oh, oh!” James perked up immediately. “This sounds fun. Teach us something good, not boring stuff.”

Peter nodded eagerly. “Yeah, something useful.”

You thought for a moment before saying, “How about something simple? Try this—¿Qué hora es?”

“¿Qué hora es?” He tested it out, his voice careful but soft. “What does that mean?”

“It means ‘what time is it?’”

“Oh, good one!” James said with a satisfied nod.

Sirius groaned. “Come on! What’s the point of learning another language if you’re not going to teach us how to swear?”

“Some people actually want to learn to communicate,” Remus muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

You turned to him, amused. “Oh? And what would you like to learn, then?”

He pretended to think for a second before his lips twitched into a smirk. “Something I can use against them.”

James gasped, utterly offended. “Et tu, Moony?”

Sirius suddenly leaned forward with a smug grin. “Actually, I do know a little Spanish.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, unbelieving. “Do you?”

Sirius nodded confidently. “Of course. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black is one of culture. I can say…” He cleared his throat dramatically before proclaiming, "¿Dónde están las putas?"

You choked. James snorted so hard his glasses fell onto the floor, and Remus, who had been mid-sip of his tea, immediately started coughing, his face turning red.

“Sirius!” you yelped, slapping a hand over your mouth as laughter bubbled up. “Do you even know what you just said?”

Sirius blinked. “Yeah, I said, ‘where are my friends?’”

You buried your face in your hands, shaking with barely contained laughter. Peter was watching the four of you with confusion.

“What? What did he say?” Peter asked, frowning.

"He just said 'where are the prostitutes?'" Remus managed between coughs, still looking slightly horrified.

Sirius’ smirk faltered. “Wait—what?”

"You—" James gasped between laughs, "where did you even learn that?"

Sirius leapt to his feet, looking horrified. “Regulus taught me! He said that’s what it meant!”

Peter wiped at his eyes, tears of laughter catching on his cheeks. “Mate, your brother set you up.”

“I knew he was being too helpful,” Sirius muttered. “That little—”

“You cannot say that in public,” you wheezed. “Or ever.”

"But think of the potential!" James gasped between laughs, wiping at his eyes. "You could have asked McGonagall that!"

Sirius sat down stiffly, cursing his brother’s name under his breath. "I hate you all."

You shook your head, still laughing. "Right, well, I was going to teach James something normal, but now I’m tempted to trick him too."

"Absolutely not," James said quickly, wagging a finger at you. "I refuse to become another Sirius."

You sighed in mock disappointment. "Fine. Try this: Eres encantador."

James repeated it carefully. "Eres encantador."

You grinned. "That means 'you’re charming.'"

James immediately puffed up like a peacock. "Oh, I like that one." He nudged Sirius. "Take notes, mate. This is how you impress people, not by asking about prostitutes."

"Shut up, Potter," Sirius groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re lucky she’s not making you say something stupid. I asked Remus to teach me some Welsh once, and he told me a phrase that apparently meant ‘nice to meet you.’ Found out later I was telling people I was a goat.”

Remus snorted. “To be fair, I never actually said it meant ‘nice to meet you.’ You just assumed.”

James snickered at the memory. “He went around for a week telling random people he was a goat. McGonagall looked genuinely concerned.”

“I don’t think I can trust anyone to teach me different languages,” Sirius lamented, pointing an accusatory finger at Remus before turning to you. “If he ever tries to teach you anything too complicated, don’t believe him.”

“I don’t know,” you said, glancing at Remus with a smile. “I think I trust him.”

Remus gave you a smug little glance before turning back to his friends. “See? She’s clearly more intelligent than you lot.”

James scoffed. “We’ll see how much she trusts you when you make her say something ridiculous in front of Slughorn.”

“I’d never do that,” Remus said, schooling his expression into something innocent.

“You absolutely would!” Sirius shot back.

“I’d never do that to her,” Remus amended, causing the other three boys to roll their eyes. You giggled, and he turned to look at you. "Right. Since we’ve successfully ruined Sirius’ night, I think it’s only fair that I get to teach you something in Welsh."

You grinned, leaning in slightly. "Hit me with it."

His expression softened a little as he considered. "Alright. Try this—Rydw i’n hoffi dy gwmni."

You frowned slightly in concentration, carefully repeating, "Rydw i’n hoffi… dy gwmni?"

Remus’ smile grew. "That was really good."

Sirius sat up, sensing something different in his tone. "Wait, wait—what does that mean?"

Remus hesitated for half a second, his face flushing before replying, "It means, ‘I like your company.’"

Something warm flickered in your chest, and for a moment, you forgot about the chaos of the common room around you. It felt like the two of you were the only people in the room. You held his gaze, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

"Rydw i’n hoffi dy gwmni hefyd,” you said softly.

Remus blinked, surprised, and then his expression turned into something even softer. "You’re a fast learner," he murmured.

James groaned. “Oh, this is awful.”

“We’ve lost them. They’re speaking in code now,” Sirius lamented, flopping back onto the couch dramatically.

Peter sighed, shaking his head. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

You just laughed, nestling back into the couch behind you, shifting closer ever-so-slightly to Remus. Maybe you didn’t always fit in everywhere. Maybe there were moments where you felt like you stuck out in ways others didn’t.

But with them, you didn’t have to try. You just did.

[nolita-fairytale]

pov: carmy makes people magazine's sexiest chef alive list

a/n: this is a little blurb inspired by ayo's incredible reaction to every interviewer ever asking her about jaw's calvin klein campaign.... if you haven't seen it, she just hides the photo or makes the funniest 'please don't bring this up' face while exclaiming: that's my boy! this is a work function! you can see it here (watch till the end you will not regret it ayo'sgettingpeoplefit@hotmail.com.co.uk -- it costs A LOT of money lmao). anyways, congrats to my golden globe winners eeeeeek!

riding the high of the bear's newest award: best restaurant great lakes, and buzzed on the best that veuve cliquot has to offer, as many staff members of the bear as possible have to come to celebrate at the james beard awards once again.

of course, you're hoping this year's afterparty will be a little less eventful -- not that you're mad at how last year's ended.

you, carmy, syd, richie, natalie, marcus, tina, and ebra are all gathered for an interview, answering questions about taking home the big win for the restaurant.

"last year chef sydney took home the rising star award, and this year it's best restaurant great lakes. how does it feel?" the interviewer, a well known and james beard-award winner herself, sophia roe asks as her cameraman follows closely behind.

"yeah, it's uh, wow. it's a huge accomplishment and we cannot be more honored to be taking this win home," sydney answers with a grin stretched far across her face.

it's surreal, for all of you, really.

"and chef carmy, i hear there's another congratulations in order," sophia continues. "you made people magazine's sexiest chef list this year and then shortly after, had a profile done in GQ."

nat groans in response while richie snickers, only too quick to whip out the screenshot he has on his phone of the article as carmy turns beet red.

"i uh... yeah. that was um... a surprise," he stammers his eyes shifting from the interviewer to you, and then to richie for a death glare.

"oh don't worry. i got it riiiiiiight here," richie says, eager to rush over to the interviewer and revel in carmy's embarrassment.

"oh put that away!!" sydney snaps, pushing richie's phone down.

"mixed reviews from the restaurant staff?" sophia asks curiously.

"looks like i'm the only proud of our guy," richie gloats, shooting you a look that causes your eyes to roll.

"no of course not!" sydney exclaims.

"it's just-, that's my brother!" natalie is quick to chime in, defending sydney.

"exactly. that's my boy! that's-, he's our-, this is our family," sydney explains passionately. "that's her brother." and then a quick gesture to you. "and that's her husband!"

"my what?!" you exclaim, caught off guard.

carmy snorts out a laugh in response to you while the interviewer and cameraman chuckle.

"sorry! that's her mans. that's her boyfriend, yknow?" sydney corrects herself with a laugh, before continuing to answer the interviewers question, this time with both marcus and richie to support.

"can't start any rumors, now can we?" you mutter under your breath, for only carmy to hear.

carmy only snakes his arm around your waist, hugging you closer to him this time.

"and if you ask me," you add, mischievously. "i'd be more than happy to tell everyone about your new accolade of 'sexiest chef alive' if i knew it wouldn't totally humiliate you."

carmy laughs dryly this time, "good thing syd jumped to my defense then first, babe."

"good thing."

[milunalupin]

REMUS GIRLIES UNITE!

first off congratulations on 100 followers ily

and can i request a remus blurb that's centered around like hopeless pining? maybe something like helpless stares and longing sighs?

Love your works

MWAH🌷

tulip my love so sorry for the wait and thank you so much for this request !! love you MUAH

— can't keep my eyes off you

remus lupin x reader ★ 1.5k words

Luck was almost never on Remus Lupin's side. He was a disgusting, ravenous werewolf for one. His scars were off putting, puffed skin stretching all over his face and body. He wasn't born into a wealthy family, and he wasn't promised a successful future.

But Remus did well in school, he'll give himself that at least. Maybe not top of the class, but enough to feel good about it. And he had the most incredible friends, always supporting him during his 'time of the month', and constantly trying to set him up with girls they thought were his type. They never were.

Finding love was never really his priority anyways, his mind focused on school and keeping his beastly secret. Aside from that, he never believed that someone would be able to fall in love with a poor, ugly half-blood with cycle issues. Unfortunately, the world decided the throw the most perfect girl his way at the start of third year.

"Gryffindor!"

Remus was caught in such a daze from your confidence walking up to the sorting hat and your almost familiar blinding grin once your house was announced that he didn't catch your name at first. He forced his eyes away and straightened his posture as you begun walking towards the red and gold embellished table.

"Who is that?"

"Seriously Moons? That's Y/N, I told you guys she was starting this year."

So why did you have to be his best friend's sister?

You were just like James in the sense that you were unbelievably kind, and the definition of loyal. He's surprised you weren't sorted in Hufflepuff with how hard-working and honest you were. But then again, it made sense for you to be in Gryffindor with your brother, you were one of the bravest people he knew, taking risks and always standing up for yourself and others.

Even though you were his best friend's sister, he really didn't get to see you much when you first started at Hogwarts. Unless you counted his shy glances during study sessions, or tipsy stares over Friday night butterbeers. The two of you didn't have any classes together, because that would mean the world was being good to Remus Lupin.

He doesn't really know when he first started to feel differently about you, but remembers feeling touched when you had begun purchasing his favorite tea. It wasn't just any tea; it was the exact same healing peppermint tea that he would drink around the full moon. How did you even notice that? You would even go as far as to bring it to his room in a warm mug, with a little too much sugar in it. But he would never bring it up to you as you could do no wrong in his eyes.

Fortunately while the other boys were trying to figure out if you knew his secret, he was grinning to himself behind closed maroon curtains. The boys cared about him, obviously. They had even been talking about becoming animagi to help him during his transformations. But to be seen by you, understood on another level that only you knew, caused a herd of hippogriffs to fly around in his stomach.

Finally, the winter holidays arrive and James had invited everyone to your house for Christmas. This was your favorite time of the year; James and your father were decorating the outside of the house while Sirius and yourself took care of the inside. The two of you always liked staying indoors to gossip while inhaling taste testing Euphemia's cooking to make sure it was up to standard.

"What are you hoping to unwrap this year Y/N, Remus perhaps?"

Your eyes widened and you turned to hit the cheeky Gryffindor in the chest, cheeks blazing with embarrassment. "Sirius! My mother is right there!"

He barked out another laugh when he saw your mother's shoulders shaking lightly with her own laughter. Your least favorite Marauder slung an arm around your shoulders and led you back out to the living to finish setting up for your friends.

The party had started the moment Remus and Peter arrived with arms full of presents. The gobstones were pulled out almost immediately, and everyone had a steaming mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and toppings. Euphemia made sure to put in exactly ten marshmallows in James and yours because if you had one more than him he would undoubtedly throw a fit.

The spiked eggnog and mulled wine came out later in the night, the group sitting in a circle next to the tree to pass presents around. The typical Quidditch gear and gag gifts were opened. Peter had taken out his camera to take a picture of you and James when you had opened your matching red and gold sweaters, "Potter" written in a sparkly font. Your gleeful smiles and infectious laughter were immortalized with a flash of a camera, the photo being displayed on the mantle straight away.

The twinkling lights hung around room reflected in your eyes, a warmth creeping into Remus' chest as he averted his gaze. Luckily all eyes were on Peter as he unwrapped a pair of knitted socks from you, striped with Gryffindor colors and his initials sewed on the side. The tall boy smiled fondly as his friend tried on his gift, with you clapping adorably in response to them fitting perfectly.

With the sun having set hours ago, the Potter house was now littered with scraps of colorful paper, candy wrappers, and board games were strewn about. The Potters and Peter had gone up to their rooms for the night, leaving Remus and Sirius to clean up at living room. Before following your brother and Pete, you walked over to the werewolf and poked his arm to get his attention (as if his attention wasn't always on you anyways).

"Hey Rem, I just wanted to let you know that I left your present in your room, in case you didn't want to open it in front of everyone," you smiled shyly, nodding awkwardly before shuffling towards the stairs, "Merry Christmas."

He wants to blame the mulled wine for his flushed face and racing heart, but he knew that nothing could be as intoxicating as you.

"Y'know Moony, your obsession might be a little less creepy if you just asked Little Potter out."

The wizard chess pieces dropped from the brunette's hands, looking up at his friend who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Remus huffed and quickly put the game pieces back in place, shaking his head. "I'm not obsessed with her, Sirius."

"Oh it's Sirius now! Struck a nerve, have I?"

Sirius had been staying with the Potters for a few years now, and it had become hard not to notice your behavior around his sandy-haired friend. He was no stranger to the way you would fix your hair around Remus, or put on your favorite outfits when you knew he was coming over. Also, you and Sirius had late night gossip sessions after James fell asleep. That was probably it.

"Pads, stop. It's not like that, and she wouldn't even like me back anyways. I'm just like you or Peter, just one of her brother's friends."

"Oh Moony," Sirius sighed dramatically, " Moony, Moony, Moony. You poor, oblivious boy."

Sirius had gone up to his room soon after, leaving Remus in the living room by himself to reflect on his feelings towards you. But how humiliating it would be if he confessed to you and you said no. He could never face you ever again, probably have to stop being friends with James at the very least to avoid any further embarrassment. Alright, he's thinking about this way too much. Remus head upstairs to his room, ready to fall asleep to hopefully dream of a life where you would look at him the way he looked at you.

On top of his pillow sat a small gift box wrapped so beautifully it couldn't have been from anyone else but you. Rough hands pulled away the delicate ribbon you had tied around the box, opening the lid to find a handmade teacup, his name painted carefully on the side. Next to the teacup laid a few bars of his favorite chocolate, a new book, and a bag of his favorite tea. His chest tightened with a new but very obvious feeling.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his daydream, the dark wood opening to reveal your lovely self smiling up at him. His mouth went dry as you stared at him with those big chocolate eyes that made him feel that just for moment you could look past every flaw and see him a man you could be with.

"Y/N-" he cleared his throat when it cracked embarrassingly, a deep blush dusting his scarred cheeks, "Thank you for the gift Y/N, I love it, really." I love you.

You nodded and pointed up the the top of the doorway, Remus lifting his head to see a sparkling spring of mistletoe.

Perhaps Remus Lupin could be lucky.

[floredaqueen]

billy and isa after a huge fight? 👀👀 (love, love, LOVVEEE your art and fics! keep up the great work, baby doll! you’re so fab :))

Hello, helloo!!♡

I love love LOOOOVVVEEE YOU!! And you're so lovely ♡♡ I hope I can do your ask justice (also sorry in advance if it takes me forever to finish but I hope you enjoyy♡>///< ♡♡

BLURB +18

TW: Deals w/Bullying, Heavy Profanity, Billy being a dickhead. Hurt w/Comfort The usual ♡

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Isa and Billy don't really fight, especially since Isa is very conflict avoidant. She's getting better at that communication, but they rarely ever yell, scream, or say mean things to one another. If they ever did fight, it was probably during the first year they met; their senior year...

The first week of senior year for Isabela was like riding a bike. Easy A's all across the board. The Latina was already climbing the academic totem pole, and now, with all of her extracurriculars, she'd be moving faster and to new heights. She made time for other important tasks, not having much of it for boys or crushes.. that is until she heard about the new boy from Cali.

Rumors were already spreading, and he hasn't even been seen on campus anywhere yet. Just a few greetings on account to the popular girls at school, including her friend - and co-captain of the cheer squad- Nova James.

Still, though, to the intelligent Latina, it was all up to interpretation.. until she saw him strutting in with his denim on denim ensemble. His dirty blonde mullet perfectly quafted, and his ocean blue gaze stared down anyone, whether intentional or not. Her Hersheys chocolate gaze heavied one every perfect aspect he had to offer. His chilled chin was probably a dream to lovingly scratch, his very well-shaped hair, his piercing blue eyes that made her fold into herself, and his beautiful smile. He was all perfect.. too perfect.. which is why she wasn't surprised he turned out to be a complete asshole.

When they first crossed paths, he didn't even acknowledge her, the Cali boy bumping into her and only rolling his eyes in annoyance before brushing her off to the side. That when she knew he was a jerk, even if he was the most beautiful boy she's ever seen.

Later that day, she'd see him a few more times. He was notably in her calculus honors class, looking as confused as one who wasn't ready for this level of comprehension. Out of the corner of her wide eyes, Isabela could Billy trying to get someone's attention... and then he turns to her. He turns to her, whispering, "Hey,"s and "Excuse me,"s until he decides to get her attention by force.

The next thing the fresh-faced senorita knows is she's being hit on the side of the head with a balled up piece of notebook paper. She didn't believe it at first, still trying to process it right as he threw another. The second ball of paper clung to her hair as she turned around to face him, an annoyed expression on her face as she met his eyes.

As "taboo" as Isabela was to Billy, he had to admit that she wasn't half bad looking. In fact, she looked veey sweet with her pouting lip. Her eyes were so full and bright even theough her glasses, like a deer. He found it cute when she very clearly was getting nervous just by the look of him. He knew he could have that effect on people.

Billy smiled with teeth, his eyes setting on her filled out worksheet to note that she one hundred percent knew what she was doing. All of the questions filled out precisely by the slightly timid hispanic. A smart girl too? He knew it's be fun to make her lose her cool.

"What?" Isabela would whisper in annoyance, already wanting this interaction to be over. Of course, quite the opposite happened, Billy dragging on his words as if he was spelling it out for her. top!

"You mind helping me with this assignment? I'm a little lost," He asked, all with a toothy smile. Isa dead panned for a moment, letting herself express a bit of her annoyance with an eyebrow before turning to her own worksheet.

"Clearly," She muttered under her breath before handing him her notes. He looked over them and then stashed them in his notebook on the other side of her desk.

"The hell are you doing??"

"I'm gonna need this if I plan on passing any assignments for this week," Isabela huffed at his snark response as she tried to snatch his folder. Swiftly he moved his things, and her worksheet, away from her grasp.

"Give it back!" She whispered with an annoyed twitch with her upper lip. She even tried to grab at it, Billy quickly gripping her wrist only to throw her hand back in her direction.

"I don't hear that magic word, sweetness," With an eye roll and the crossing of her arms, Isa let it go, hoping she can get it back at least at the end of the day.

...

It'd be like that for the rest of the school year. Isa would be minding her business (and admiring Billy from afar) and the asshole in question would tease her and steal her work if he managed to get his hands on it. As annoying as it was it never got violent.. and it was pretty tame.. until one day.

Isa couldn't shake the feeling of so many eyes on her. She was able to hold her head high, but it felt near impossible today. When she did catch a few guys staring and snickering, she realized it was at her.. was there something on her face? In her hair..? What was their deal??

The hispanic scholar would soon find that out when she was approached by Tommy Hagan. The freckle covered guy was snickering as he walked over, crossing his sweater clad arms as he leaned against the locker beside hers.

"Wheeler, when were you gonna let me in on your dirty little secret..?" He jibed mischievously as Isa attempted to ignore him while retrieving her materials for her next class.

"What are you on about, Hagan..?" She turned to face him, her eyes rolling in response to his snarky grin. He casually shrugged his arms, not-so-subtly cornering her against the metal lockers while simultaneously spilling all of beans to her.

"Well, it seems that a hefty amount of my friends know what's under that pretty skirt of yours.. and I was wondering if I could get in on th-" Before Tommy could even finish his sentence, he was met with a hard slap against his face. It even has him stepping back a bit, giving Isabela ample time to hastily walk away from that conversation.

She knew for a fact he was spouting bullshit.. but it was strange that he had the balls to tell her, so who told him that? Who would even believe it? Whoever it was, she couldn't take for another second someone trying to shit on her perfect reputation and perception of who she really was.

By 6th period, things had only gotten worse, the overwhelmed Isabela finding herself hiding behind the abandoned bleachers that clung to the outskirts of the outdoor basketball court. She was calming herself down, attempting to get lost in one of her favorite Shakespeare fables, wondering if she'd ever find something as tantalizing as this culture phenomenon wrote about instead of having to deal with the likes of these jerks in this podink town..

One of her dainty, delicate hands wiped the tears developing in her eyes from the thought of all the mean and assuming words that were thrown her way today. Isa continued to keep her focus on the pages until she heard a snap of a twig.

The snap was caused by none other than the pretty boy she's been trying steadily to avoid, one of his calloused hands running through dirty blonde curls as the other flicked at his lighter to light the cigarette between his full lips.

She thought quickly.. too quick. She practically scattered as she jumped off the bleachers only to hide behind them on the other side as the rest of possey appeared beside him. The hung out beside on her side, too close to wear she kept herself as hidden as she could.

Their conversation went about as the latina thought it would, overhearing the socialites go on and on about on about their usual. Having or crashing parties, stealing booze from their parents' liquor cabinets, unprotected sex in the most obscene of places.. and girls.. but not just any girls. It was hurt they were joking about..

"Man, Isabela is so damn up tight," Tommy starts with a heavy huff. The side of his face was stilly slightly red from the hearty slap the latina previously gave him.

"The prude acts like she has a stick up her ass every time a guy walks up to her," He jibed, earning a soft giggle from Carol as they both relaxed against the brick wall.

"Only because she's never had dick in her life," She deduced, taking another hit of her tobacco stick.

"Yeah.. because she's boring," Billy finally snorts while crossing his denim covered arms. They both look at him with curious eyes, confused about his knowledge of the mouse that was way closer than they thought she was.

"I dont know about you, but I'm not getting a hardon for someone who's probably going to end up with cats because she doesn't know how to open her legs, "

The other takes, Isa's heard before. They were superficial and petty, especially coming from the two infamous idiots who's never worked for anything. But from Billy? Like an idiot, she thought he'd be above this, but his words hit right on her already racing heart.

"Good point," Tommy nodded, stomping out how own cig as Billy started.

"That's why I spread that rumor about her. Was trying to do her a favor. Maybe she'll actually get laid and get her first taste of dick.." The blonde said matter-of-factly as if she should be thanking him.

"Seems Billy has a soft spot for the prude," Carol would scoff teasingly, her face practically egging him on to prove her wrong. Billy, of course, denies her accusation.

"Nah. You won't ever see me going out with that bitch.."

All of those words.. those mean hurtful words. As much as she promised herself not to let it hurt her, Isa couldn't stop the constant stream of tears going down her cheeks. She tried to remain quiet, but a soft sniff of a breath gave her away.

"Who's there??" The alpha of the pack of wolves called out, his sharp blues finding sorrowful wide does eyes as Isa revealed herself to the group. They all sighed, embarrassed that she just happened to be there to listen to the conversation about her. With the tears still running down her glowing cheeks, they felt a little guilty. Not Billy, though. All Billy could think about was how pretty she looked when she cried. All sweet and innocent, even if they're hope was crushed.

"..you spread those rumors about me..?"

"C'mon, Wheeler- it was a j-"

"You're the reason why guys are following me??? Why everyone is calling me a slut, and how I simplemente no puedo guardarlo en mis pantalones cuando tÚ ERES EL VERDADERO PERRO,"

It was silent for a few seconds after that, the wind the only thing between them before Billy broke the airy stillness with a chuckle.

"You're just upset that I wouldn't waste my time on someone like you.. but," He lazily takes a heavy step forward in her direction.

"If you keep that up..." The way his eyes relaxed gave Isa pause, and then she could feel her body tense as he invaded her space. "..I might throw you a bone,"

Right then and there, she completely tensed, her hand swinging open palm to connect with his face for a hard slap. Neither of them had time to register it as the left side of Billy's face stung.

"You don't know what I could do for you," Isa's voice shook in a shaky whisper, stepping ever closer towards her bully.

"You thinking thay one would get a leg up just by being with you, when you can't even fathom how lucky you'd be to have me. To be with me..." Her sharp eyes stayed on Billy as he scoffed and kept his head held high, obviously not expecting the slightly menacing utterance of her words. For some reason, it was hard to keep a steady eye contact.. The braniac then tilted her head as her brows furrowed.

"..maybe, you wouldn't be so insecure.." was the last thing she said before she turned around and grabbed her things. Billy sucked his teeth, not even realizing that his nails were digging into his own palms.

He watched as everyone around him brushed it off as her being sensitive.. but he knew she was right. And that was something he hated about her. She was always. Fucking. Right.

...

Every other day after, Billy couldn't ignore the heavy weight in his chest. Best believe he tried, using all the usual tricks he had up his denim sleeve. But no matter how much drugs, girls, and bench pressing he did, he knew what he had to do to really get over.

Suddenly, after the usual attempt to mind melt at one of Tommy's parties, he found himself at the Wheeler residence. It was nicer than he anticipated, turning off the loud engine so as not to disturb anyone else.

Isabela was half asleep, cuddling her pillow in nothing but a tank top, mint colored undies, and sunflower socks she had recently bought from the mini market. So, when she heard -and soon saw- rocks being thrown at her window..

Begrudgingly, she got up, her footsteps as light as a feather. Billy annoyingly felt his body slightly perk uo at the sound of the front door unlocking, only to see Isa all tuckered out and peering up at him.

"Good, I got your attention.." He jibed, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets as his sharp blues took her in. Usually, Billy excelled at eye contact.. but this time around, his eyes roamed a lot more than he meant for them to.

Her curls were all messy, her nipples were poking out of her baby tee, and her bottom lip was pouted out. Fuck. Out of all the times to feel something for this girl, this was the worst time.

"What do you want, Hargrove?" She huffed, watching as he slightly awkwardly straightened up.

"I just wanted to.. uh.." He began to trail off, his eyes drifting down to her legs. Billy then only realized how he's never seen them before. They've been hidden by all the loose jeans and maxi skirts she'd wear.

He didn't expect them to be so.. toned. Every smooth curve was built with muscle even though she was known to be light on her feet. Not to mention her huge thighs.

"Yea- okay.." She rolled her eyes, going to close the door in his face only for Billy to swiftly propped his arm up against the hatch.

"I came here to... apologize" There was a long pause after that, the latina blinking a couple of times before parting her lips.

"Well, you're very bad at it," He scoffed, annoyed at her snarky remarks she'd conjure up from every word he spoke.

"Yeah, I've gathered that," He'd pause, letting the air between them fill the silence for a bit as he thought about what to say.

"You didn't deserve what I put you through. It wasn't right, and—" and as he continued to practally ramble, Billy became all the more aware of being under her scrutiny. He could feel her big brown, fatigued eyes studying his every word before her whole demeanor relax.

This.. this whole situation was weird. Why the hell did he feel like this? No girl has ever made him think twice about the words that would flawlessly flow from his kissable lips. And out of all the girls at Hawkins, it was some measly little book worm that had him fumbling.

Isa wasn't doing good either. She was starting to believe him, her mind running through his emotions as he spoke. Billy seemed sincere, but Latina refused to expose her sympathy. Her expression stayed neutral.

By the end of it, the silence between them returned and thickened, Billy cleared his throat before he crossed his strong arms.

"..As much as your apology is appreciated, I don't accept it..." She softly spoke, grabbing the edge of the hatch. As he tried to protest, he was met with a door being shut in his face.

♡♥︎♡...♥︎♡♥︎

[valley-of-headcanons]

bachelors/bachelorettes' playlists || blurb

notes: just a few song that i could listen to to channel a character while writing, thought i'd share :) i tried to keep it to about one song per artist so there wouldn't be repetition. except one. i have a very strong headcanon and it is evident 💀

alex

• don't take the money - bleachers.

• get used to it - ricky montgomery.

• pleaser - wallows.

elliott

• letter to my thirteen year old self - laufey.

• a wistful waltz - teddy hyde.

• like real people do - hozier.

harvey

• hey lover! - wabie.

• silver springs - fleetwood mac.

• hollywood forever - finneas.

sam

• don't blame me - james marriott.

• honey (are u coming?) - måneskin.

• normal people things - lovejoy.

sebastian

• myxomatosis - radiohead.

• jigsaw falling into place - radiohead.

• just - radiohead.

shane

• rip 2 my youth - the neighborhood.

• twin sized mattress - the front bottoms.

• broken - gorillaz.

abigail

• tooth fairy (grin & bear it) - mel bryant and the mercy makers.

• come over (again) - crawlers.

• stay frosty royal milk tea - fall out boy.

emily

• love shack - the b-52's.

• lay all your love on me - abba.

• cosmic love - florence + the machine.

haley

• jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo.

• not another rockstar - maisie peters.

• maroon - taylor swift.

leah

• mountain with a view - kelsea ballerini.

• painkillers - rainbow kitten surprise.

• therapist's wet dream - amelia day.

maru

• it's all so incredibly loud - glass animals.

• slow dancing in the dark - joji.

• ykwim - yot club.

penny

• drunk, running - lizzy mcalpine.

• lubbock - grace gardener, caroline carter.

• scorpio rising - soccer mommy.

[allforhee]

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lee heeseung / 이희승

— 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒! (TEASER) (FULL FIC) (f) (a) ; decelis high's academic weapon, future valedictorian, model un prodigy especially in the crisis council, and top-notch secretary-general of the mun club, lee heeseung has it all. | secgen!lee heeseung x journalist!fem!reader, high school au, rivals to lovers

— 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. (BLURB) (f) ; living under the protective eyes of your older brother, park sunghoon, he think he knows you the best. but litte does he know that heeseung knows you love your sour patch kids more than you love his usual swedish fish. (inspired by the summer i turned pretty scene where conrad knows belly's taste of candies more than jeremiah) | non idol!heeseung x fem!reader, childhood best friends-ish, forbidden romance?

park jongseong / 박종성

— none yet!

sim jaeyun / 심재윤

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌. (BLURB) (f) ; being jake's gf, you normally tag along everywhere. every concert, every fansign, every soundcheck. but with a heavy heart, jake has to attend another fansign without you. little does he know, you're in line with the other engenes ready to give him a little surprise.

park sunghoon / 박성훈

— 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 (ONESHOT) (a) (f) ; dating sunghoon was like flipping two sides of a coin. on one side, it felt like you were dating the sweetest introvert known to man. but on another side, you felt like he was the loudest extrovert (and gamer) that ever lived. you tried living with it, in this little bubble. but when sunghoon starts acting sensitive and eventually forgets your anniversary, that fragile bubble finally bursts.

kim sunoo / 김선우

— none yet!

yang jungwon / 양정원

— 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇! (BLURB) (f) ; having jungwon as your boyfriend is full of surprises, and after dating him for a while, he takes you on once again another date. at this date, which happens to be an arcade date, you see the playful and child-like version of him, which makes you fall in love with him more.

nishimura riki / 西村 力

— none yet!

— 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒

bang chan / 방찬

— none yet!

lee minho / 이민호

— none yet!

seo changbin / 서창빈

— none yet!

hwang hyunjin / 황현진

— none yet!

han jisung / 한지성

— "𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑?" (BLURB) (f) (a) ; being a hairdresser and stylist at jyp, you didn't expect to become han jisung's girlfriend. but with it, you now have yourself your personal wig to test out your hairstyles on. and han being your loving boyfriend, of course he won't say no. but when the members start noticing the different hairstyles at practices, they start to get suspicious.

lee yongbok / 이용복

— none yet!

kim seungmin / 김승민

— none yet!

yang jeongin / 양정인

— none yet!

— 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

james buchanan “bucky” barnes

— none yet!

loki laufeyson

— none yet!

peter parker

— none yet!

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[vanishingcherry]

❝ my heart desired for your love then. ❞

❝ why did you love me now ? ❞

With sirius black cuz he's known to be a notorious playboy

TOO LATE

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"My heart desired for your love then." Your words cut through the silence, the emphasis on the word 'then' echoing in his ears. You no longer loved him.

He expected that, it had been years and he treated you like shit. If anything he deserved this. But hearing it out loud, hearing you confirm his greatest nightmare, hurt him a million times more than he thought possible.

He had been contemplating visiting you for over a month. It had been 3 years since the two of you had graduated from Hogwarts. 3 years since he broke your heart, dating you for a few months and then throwing you away for what, at the time, he considered better.

You were walking to the great hall together for dinner, talking to one another about your respective days. When he paused in the middle of his monologue, you turned to him in confusion, before following his line of sight to a Ravenclaw girl from the year below.

"Sirius?" you say, lightly shaking his arm, keeping your eyes downcast, not wanting to make eye contact with the girl.

"Huh? Oh yeah sorry! Anyways, as I was saying..."

The week after that, you watched Sirius grow more and more distant, spending a suspicious amount of time in the library and near the Ravenclaw corridor. You knew what was happening, the very same thing had happened to you. But for some reason, you held on to hope, the naivety of your heart growing day by day.

Of course the bubble burst not too long after. He came up to you one day, claiming that it was over.

"Y/N, darling, we both know this relationship has run its course. Theres no point dragging it out any longer when we obviously aren't meant for each other. I've found someone else, and I think she's a better fit for me."

His words left no room for argument. He had walked away before you could even come up with a reply.

If there was anything he knew, it was that he regretted that moment more than anything. Regretted the way he treated you. Regretted the fact that he saw your swollen eyes and washed out face the next day, and chose to ignore it, cracking a joke with James instead.

It was killing him on the inside, knowing that he had let perhaps the most beautiful thing in his life go. That he stood back and let it happen, and didn't realise his mistake till it was too late.

When he realise he loved you, he knew he had to talk to you. Which is what led to him knocking on your door on a chilly Tuesday night, praying that you would at least be open to listening to him.

You hadn't seen him in years, actively avoiding him at gatherings you knew he would be at. Hence, it was a surprise when you opened the door and saw his face staring back at you.

Once the initial shock passed, he explained to you what he was doing at your door. He explained his love for you, his remorse. He apologised over and over. Which is what brought you back to the present.

"My heart desired for your love then. Why do you love me now?" Your tone is soft, almost pitiful.

Sirius felt embarrassed under your gaze. His confidence ripped to shreds at the realisation that his popularity at school meant nothing now. No one owed him anything, least of all you.

"I- I don't know." His voice quivers, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he tries to think of something to say. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry it took me so long to realise what I wanted. But I know now, I want you, only you."

You look down at your hands, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't hurt him. You knew better than to hold grudges in these trying times, and had forgiven him a year after your graduation. Sure, you didn't go out of your way to interact with him, in fact you did the opposite, but in your heart you had forgiven him. Nonetheless, you didn't love him anymore, didn't want him anymore.

Before you are able to respond, Sirius hears a voice call our your name. You turn your head around briefly shouting back a "coming!" to the mystery person.

Turning back to Sirius, you see his expression and try to explain.

"Sirius I- thats um-"

"It's okay." he cuts you off. "I uh, should have known. Do they make you happy?"

You give a small smile and nod at the thought of your partner.

"I'm glad. You deserve someone who treats you well." He pauses. "I'll go now, I think."

You nod once more, taking a step back to close the door. "You deserve someone who loves you too, Sirius. It may not be me, but that person is out there, I promise."

Sirius stares at your closed door for a few seconds before apparating away, a new phrase echoing in his head. I was too late.

[moonstruckme]

In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)

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rockstar!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 612 words

Sirius pushes through the crowd of fans with all the politeness he can. Sorry, ‘scuse me, thanks for coming, excuse me. It’s like trying to part the sea, but eventually he makes it to the door of his dressing room, slipping inside and shutting it hastily behind him. 

“Sirius!” You’re upon him in a second, eyes ecstatic under your smudged makeup. “You were amazing! Your solo, it was beyond anything I’ve seen—that had to have been your best show on this tour.” 

“Thanks, baby,” he says, and that’s about as long as he can restrain himself. The adrenaline of the show is still thrumming in his veins, but it’s happy for a new outlet. You return the kiss with gusto, and Sirius isn’t sure if it’s your sweat or his he’s tasting as you come up on your tiptoes, tongue sweeping over the inside of his top lip.  

“Pads—Christ, mate, think you could hold off until the after party at least?” James says from the doorway. “You’re neglecting your fans out here.” 

Sirius shoots him a sour look. “VIP pass gets them ten minutes each,” he says, leaving his hand tangled in your hair even when you step back slightly. “They got what they paid for.” 

“Siri,” you say softly. “They’re your fans, they just want to see you. Be nice.” 

“I was nice,” he replies, though his tone is far kinder than the one he’d used with James. “I was nice to them for ten minutes each, sweetheart, and now I want some time with my girl.” 

“You share a hotel room every night and she’s at every one of our shows,” James points out. “You’d think you’d get plenty of time with her.” He turns to you, brown eyes warm behind glasses still vaguely foggy from the exertion of performing. “Not that we aren’t happy to have you, shortcake. We are.” 

You smile at him, speaking again before Sirius has the chance to reply. “What if you go out there for another half hour, honey, and then we can skip the after party and go straight to the hotel. Sound good?”

Sirius sighs, bending forward to lean his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. He knows he’s ruining his eyeliner, rubbing it against the sweaty skin of your collarbone, but he doesn’t care. “I was already gonna skip the party,” he mutters. 

You laugh, resting your hand atop his hair lightly. “Just an extra half hour. Then we’ll go to the room, order room service, shower…” 

You’re making your voice extra enticing, and it works. “Fine,” he sighs, and James grins, slipping out and shutting the door behind him to give you two a moment of privacy. “Tomorrow I’m making you hold my hand all day,” he says, straightening with a groan. “I’m not letting you go until the next show.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you reply gamely. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he warns, heading for the door before he gets a chance to change his mind. “There should be brownies in here somewhere, sweetheart. I requested them, you can eat them while I’m gone.” 

Your lips part, features morphing into an adorable look of surprise. “You made the venue bring brownies to your room for me?” 

Sirius shrugs, but he’s smirking. “You said you were craving them. Gotta keep my girl happy.” 

You grab his collar, pressing your lips enthusiastically to his for a brief moment before you let him go. “Thank you, baby,” you say, grinning hugely. “Knock ‘em dead out there. Don’t let any girls make you sign their boobs.” 

“I’ll do my best,” he promises, leaving you to your treat and stepping out into the hallway. 

[thefrontofmymind]

could you do another musician ig blurb thingy with Suki Waterhouse as the fc?? i love these things so much

rockstar girlfriend!reader x matty healy instagram blurb

FC: Suki Waterhouse

yninstagram look hot, feel hot. thanks seattle.

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ynfan1 already got post-concert depression

trumanblack you’re right.

>yninstagram i know <33

ynfan2 she’s so ethereal omg

ynfan3 only 3 more days until my showwwww

yninstagram san francisco, you were lush.

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charli_xcx how is my bff so hot

>yninstagram no, you!

ynfan1 I LOVE YOUUUU

ynfan2 i cried so hard

trumanblack fit

yninstagram I love you, San Jose. Unfortunately you were upstaged just a little by a surprise backstage…

TAGGED: trumanblack

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ynfan1 omg im dying she’s so hot

ynfan2 OH MY GOD WAS MATTY AT MY SHOW???

yninstagram when in doubt, boyfriend’s shirt

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ynfan1 i hope matty knows how lucky he is

trumanblack oh thats where that shirt went

>yninstagram sorryyyyy

ynfan2 omg yn in matty cosplay

ynfan3 style icon of our generation

yninstagram cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyeeeeeeeee

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ynfan1 yn on 1989tv WHEN???

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AO3 Wrapped [writer’s ^and vidder's edition]

1. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

This was another year of needing the push of fests to finish and post works. @calaisreno's May prompts 2024 helped a lot, although I didn't go as far with updating The Private Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson as I wanted to. I posted seven (very short) chapters for the first eleven prompts. The remaining twenty prompts have been plotted, just not written :( and will take the story to the end of S3, where we wave goodbye entirely to canon. FYI- my notes for that section say:

That’s the end of canon. NO ABOMINABLE BRIDE NO MORIARTY RETURN NO DRUGS RELAPSE NO EURUS - Redbeard was a dog - Victor was a uni friend

Second biggest surprise was how much I absolutely fell in love with Sherlock & Co. I didn't think I'd have another show grab me the way this has. Not had a ton of fannish output yet, but it's likely coming.

2. How many WIP's do you have in your docs for next year?

A gajillion in docs. I keep thinking, "Can put this away; I'll never go back to it," and then immediately having my brain go back to it. Slightly fewer in the vid idea queue, but that's not zero.

3. Your favorite character to write/vid this year?

Great big cuddly squishes for the two John Watsons I wrote, BBC John and Jonk (podcast John). Same person at core, completely different in personality.

Vid: I liked vidding Yasper for Dance the Night, but vidding Ken to a "Xavier" song was also just *chef's kiss: Imma Live Forever

4. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Not posted yet, but I've written some Mariana from podcast. I adore her and feel I can write her inner self... but am very frustrated that I know nothing about growing up in Spain. Don't know what her relationship with her family is like, what her inside jokes are with Spanish friends about British people/UK, etc. I have some handle (from an outside perspective) on what it might be like to be Hispanic in the US but nothing on being Spanish in London.

5. What's one pairing you want to explore next year?

Sorry not sorry, more than one:

More of BBC poly QPR Sherlock/John and others around them

Podcast Sherlock/John/Mariana

BBC John Watson and James Wilson as exes from secondary school when James was on an exchange program in England

A different deep platonic relationship for BBC Sherlock and "John"

Sherlock Holmes & James Wilson friendship (where James calls Sherlock "Shushy")

BBC Molly Hooper/John Watson taking place after John's gone to prison for assaulting Sherlock in S4. You might not be surprised to learn that their relationship is actually all about Sherlock.

There's also a BBC kinky WIP that ends with Greg Lestrade/Mary Morstan, although it won't really explore that relationship per se.

6. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yep and they were all great!

King of Anything [Fanvid] for Overboard (1987) by periru3

A triptych of related fics by Vulgarweed: Follow the Lights in Sherlock BBC, Pusherman in Watson and Holmes comic, and Champagne Supernova in Sherlock & Co podcast.

The Final Adventure of a Problematic, Lying Detective (Aka Oklahomo IV) which is an hilarious fic based on a Norwegian parody of Sherlock BBC.

7. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Nope.

8. What do you listen to while writing?

Nothing while writing. While vidding it's the vid's song over and over and over again.

9. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

In vidding, it's the fun match of the music with Ken sliding slowly down the hood of his truck, and the Mt Rushmore horses being the "fake-ass hoes."

In writing, it's from a blurb that I may or may not ever finish: The sex was glorious, a feedback loop of sensation rather than a race to an outcome, and at one point the woman gasped, "God, Watson, you fuck like a dyke." 

Oh, wait, I wrote that in 2023. What is time?

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Thank you @meetinginsamarra for your AO3 Wrapped that inspired this!