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xcxfun · 12 days ago
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It's Me, Hi! I'm the Birthday Girl. It's Me! Cupcake Decorations. Fun and Trendy Decor for Unforgettable Celebrations!
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luveline · 1 year ago
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble
sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.
luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader
James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 
He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.
"It's not about irritating me," you say. 
"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 
"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 
"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 
What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 
James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 
"You alright?" the smoother asks.
You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 
"Lovely."
"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 
James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 
"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 
Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.
"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 
"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 
Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 
Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 
You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 
"And what do you do?" you ask him. 
He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 
"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.
"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 
James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."
"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 
"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 
Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.
"Woah," James says, beaming.  
Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 
"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 
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crown-eats-rocks · 8 months ago
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reblog if you think gerard way ray toro mikey way and frank iero should do a collab
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evermoredeluxe · 7 days ago
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bosstravis43: Epic night for an Epic run! 🕺🏽🪩
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rareish-mcr-pics · 11 days ago
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fear for me. didn’t even have to look twice.
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moonyfr · 8 months ago
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"They can't all be gay that's unrealistic-"
Yes, bc teenage WIZARDS who can TURN INTO ANIMALS bc of their WEREWOLF friend whom they found in a school for MAGIC is very realistic. Right.
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earlycuntsets · 3 months ago
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10/23/2010 london uk – alessia cifali, justine trickett, lucy roth, justin ng, sarah tye, solange moreira-yeoell, emma webb, immy <- more show pics linked
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apuff · 9 months ago
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no further comment
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knifeslidez · 9 months ago
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I KNOW YOU GET EXCITED WHEN THE CAMERAS GO RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA
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wh0-is-lily · 4 months ago
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'Summer Underwear' for LIFE Magazine⁣, 1949 Photography by Nina Leen
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dlstmxkakwldrlarchive · 11 days ago
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241214 ONEW B-Day Party O! NEW Day — Kibum, Minho and Taemin birthday message for ONEW
KEY: Happy birthday! It's hyung's birthday, we're at dinner after Minho's concert, you couldn't come because you had a schedule, so we too, find it a pity, but we're supporting hyung here, and hyung shall have a good time together with fans at the performance, and we sincerely congratulate you on your birthday! If there's anything you want, just think of it in your mind~
Minho: Hyung, so (if) there's something you want, Taemin says he'll buy it for you
Key: From Temu haha
Taemin: ??? I'll buy it for you from Temu
Key: he says he'd buy it from Temu ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Minho: Hyung, happy birthday and (i/we) love you bye~
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xcxfun · 13 days ago
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Celebrate in Style! 24pcs Happy Birthday Cupcake Toppers – Perfect for Era-Themed Party Decorations!
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luveline · 1 year ago
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble
shy reader who really just wants to lie down on the couch with james, but remmy and sirius are over
luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you for requesting ♡ fem!reader
"It's, like, exploding eyeliner or something. Every time I use it I look like I've cried my eyes out," Sirius says. 
You linger behind the doorway, hands curled into your shirt behind your back. James, your boyfriend, is lying down on the sofa. You'd been sitting with him until you needed to use the bathroom, and while you were gone his friends came home. 
You can't complain —it's their house, not yours. But you don't know what to do now.
"I thought you changed to pencil," James says, stretching like a cat in the sun, the firm lines of his chest rippling. You're shy, but you can't lie to yourself. James is a catch.  "Like, the kohl stuff." 
"It's hard to put on."
"And take off," Remus says, having splayed beside Sirius on the single armchair. 
Sirius pulls Remus' thigh further into his lap. "So I decided against it for Remus' sake." He must have a better sixth sense than the other two, turning in the chair to smile at you. "Hey, doll. You okay?" 
"I–" You beg yourself not to stammer. "M'okay. How are you?" 
James beckons for you to come in as Remus answers, "Don't ask him, he'll never stop complaining." 
You obey James' ask and try to sit where you'd been before at his feet, but he catches your waist and pulls you down. Your back across his hips, his arm over your stomach, it isn't intimate in the dirty sense but intimate all the same. Your cheeks catch fire instantaneously. 
"I'm quite good, actually," Sirius says. 
"Yeah?" You sound ridiculous. "What about you, Remus? Did you, um, did you finish your new chapter?" 
Remus grins at your remembering. James' hand squeezes approvingly, clearly pleased as well as Remus delves into an explanation of why his novel seems to have stagnated. Your stiff as a rod despite James' nice handling while you listen. You want to lie down with him, your eyes heavy, the light outside fading as the boys talk, but appearances hold you back, even as Remus dissolves into Sirius side like wet paper and kips. 
"You okay?" James asks, hand climbing up to just below your chest. "Lie down with me." 
"I don't want to be, you know, rude," you whisper.
James doesn't laugh nor tease you. "It's not rude, lovely, this is my house, and you're welcome to do what you like when you're here." He's whispering too, careful not to talk louder than the TV. "If you want to lie down, you can. He won't care, and it's not rude. I'll cover you up like a blanket anyway." 
James sits up a little and pulls you gently to his front. You put your legs up next to his and lay back, giving in to the lul of his warm skin seeping through your shirt, the coiled muscled of his forearm where he squeezes you up tight to his chest. 
Sirius looks over at the movement. "We're just cushions, mate," he says to James, grinning. 
James kisses the side of your head with palpable pride. "That's all I was made to be," he says happily. 
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hononara · 6 months ago
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helmet party is not party anymore
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evermoredeluxe · 6 days ago
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they are just too cute
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yesterdaysprint · 1 year ago
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A Manual of Etiquette with Hints on Politeness and Good Breeding, 1868
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