#two idiot boys in love

[resident-gay-bitch]

inspired by this tik tok :)

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sirius waddled across the commonroom, drink spilling from his cup and all over his hands. he grimaces at the sticky feeling and attempts to wipe it away with his other hand, only transferring the golden liquid onto his fingers. he shook his hand out in disgust and stumbled backwards, falling on his ass at the bottom of the staircase.

sirius let out a whine, rubbing at his lower back and almost spilling more of his drink again. he’s so fucking drunk it’s crazy; the rooms spinning, everything’s blurry, he feels sick and dizzy and so, so fucking sad.

sirius doesn’t want to feel sad. he wants to feel very happy. gryffindor just won the quidditch cup, mary and marlene were celebrating three months tonight, and james was over there full frontal snogging regulus - which sirius has his reservations about, but so long as they make eachother happy he’s okay with it.

sirius doesn’t know why he’s so sad.

well, he does. he just thinks it’s stupid.

it all started when everyone around him started making out with eachother. sirius wants to make out with remus really badly. he’s wanted to make out with remus for a really long time, but it’s all so confusing and conflicting and it seems like remus is interested in lily and sirius doesn’t want to get in the way of that.

he can’t even find remus in this massive crowd. he’d probably gone to bed early, with a headache or something. poor remus, sirius wishes he could kiss him better, if that’s the case. but that will never happen.

he progressively got more and more shitfaced in attempt to cover the hole he had in his heart, watching everyone be young and in love and snogging. to try and make himself feel okay without remus right by his side.

but it didn’t work!

all it did was make him sad and nauseous and really fucking clumsy. he just wants remus.

he wants remus so bad.

“you alright?” a voice came from beside him, a few steps up.

sirius turned his head and squinted his eyes at the boy, he was reading a book… at a party… that’s something remus would do. who does this fake-remus think he is, reading a book at a party? that’s something only his moony can do, thank you very much.

“yep.” sirius muttered and swayed as he tried to stand, “just… okay.”

“just okay?” they asked, and sirius nodded.

“do you need something, sirius?”

“how… how do you know my name?” sirius slurred, taking another sip of his drink, slumping against the wall as he looked at the mystery person.

“because we’re friends, sirius.”

“oh…” sirius scratched his head, “are we good friends?”

the person with a blurry face smiled and set their book down on their lap, “i’d say we’re pretty close.”

“okay…” Sirius nodded and swung forward to get closer to them, and in a harsh whisper he asked, “can i tell you a secret?”

“why don’t you tell james?” they asked back in a regular voice.

“he’s… busy.” sirius waggled his hand about in the general direction of the party, “got ‘is tongue halfway down my brothers throat.”

“lovely,” they sighed, “good for, james.”

“mhm.” sirius grunted, “bloody good for him… s’not good for me though.”

“no?” fake-remus asked.

“nup!” sirius shook his head, “can i pleaseeee tell you my secret? not even james knows yet.”

“sirius… do you really want to tell me?”

sirius nodded and poked them on the nose, “if you keep it a secret… i’ll… make sure you’re safe from pranks.”

the other boy sighed, running a hand through his soft looking hair and smiled, “yeah, alright…" he stage whispered to sirius this time, "go on then, what’s your secret?”

“pinky promise?” sirius said, holding his finger out to shake with.

they shook it, locking their finger over sirius’ own and grimacing with the stickiness on his skin.

“so…” sirius said, swinging around to sit next to them, “you know my friend remus?”

the boy stoped for a moment, looking at sirius with suspicious eyes. he swallowed and hesitantly nodded.

“well…” sirius sighed, “im bloody well in love with him, i think.”

“you’re…” they said, going silent again and looking away from sirius for a moment.

sirius only noticed how hot it was in here, due to the pink flush in the other boys cheeks. sirius decided to strip off his jacket, and started undoing the buttons to his shirt to cool down.

“he’s just so… perfect, you know?” sirius went on, slurring each and every honest word, “think he’s wonderful, don’t you? i just wanna kiss him so bad, sometimes. and you don’t know half of what i’d let him do to me-“

“okay, sirius.” they said, plucking sirius’ cup from his hands (not without a protesting whine) and pulled sirius' hands away from himself as he started to unbuckle his jeans, “up we hop. you’ve had a bit too much to drink, i think. off to bed now.”

“off to bed…” sirius sighed, letting this lovely (copy cat) stranger lead him up the stairs as he tripped and swayed, his shirt gone now and in the mystery persons hands, “time for sleepy-bies, sirius… go to sleep, or the boogie man will get you!”

“alright, pads.” they said with a heavy sigh, petting sirius on the back a few times as they helped him to walk.

once in the dorm room, sirius realised it was empty, “where’s my moony?”

“...he’s busy.”

“oh…” sirius sighed, moving over to his bed and allowing this person to help him remove his shoes, “he’s probably off with lily again… lily, lily, lily.” he poked his tongue out and blew a raspberry, making dumb sounds as he spoke, “perfect fucking lily, who’s a girl. she’s a bloody girl. she’s so fucking wonderful, ands everything m’not.”

“what are you yapping about?” they asked, laying sirius down in bed, pulling the covers up to his shoulders, just how he likes.

“s’lily.” he pouted, rolling onto his side and curling in on himself, “he loves her, i think. never stood a chance against lily bloody evans.”

there was a long silence, and sirius closed his eyes, basking in the comfort of his pillow. it smelled lovely, different to usual. it smelled like remus, and that was enough to lull sirius to sleep almost immediately.

“he’s not in love with lily, sirius.” the voice whispered as they stroked a hand over sirius’ hair. only remus and james were allowed to do that, and it feels like remus’ hand, so he supposed it’s okay for now. “i’m in love with you too.”

sirius barely registered that though, and he hummed before passing out completely.

**

sirius woke to a sharp light poking into his eyelids. he opened his eyes eventually, rubbing them to find the curtain of his bed frame pulled back. only, he wasn’t in his bed, he realised. he was in remus’.

merlin, how’d he end up there?

his head is pounding and his mouth's dry.

“morning.” remus said with a smile, walking out of the bathroom and over to the bed, “sorry, forgot to close the curtains after james went for his run this morning.”

“how’s’e not hungover?” sirius mumbled, stretching out his body and flopping back down. he feels kinda ill.

“the sun shines out of his ass or something.” remus smiled and climbed into the bed beside sirius, drawing the curtain closed behind him.

sirius groaned and shuffled over before realising that remus was actually lying under the covers with him. remus was reaching out and pulling sirius in closer.

“what’re you doing?” he mumbled, his face much too close to remus’.

“admiring you.” remus said softly, “you’re fucking gorgeous in the mornings, you realise?”

sirius felt himself flush from head to toe, “what?”

“mhm…” remus said, smiling all dopey. his eyes were heavy lidded and he nudged his nose against sirius’, “are you feeling okay, love?”

oh for fucking merlin’s sake! what was happening?

“are you?”

remus chuckled and nodded his head, “i feel amazing, sirius… can i kiss you?”

what?

“are you joking?” sirius muttered, “is this some joke?”

“nope.” remus grinned, “i just had a realisation last night, and decided to do something about it.”

“what realisation?”

“that we’re in love.” remus smiled, “and that you want to kiss me. can i kiss you?”

“you’re…”

“are you feeling okay, sirius?”

“i’d feel bloody perfect if you kissed me, moony.”

remus smiled and laughed, pulling sirius in closer until their lips brushed. and sirius lost it. he sunk into remus’ hold and kissed him. he kissed him so much he thinks he might have lost some brain-cells.

“you love me?” sirius muttered against his lips.

“yes, sirius.” he smiled, “lily is my friend, i like men.”

“oh…” sirius furrowed his brow, he had no idea what bought this about, or how remus knew of sirius’ feelings but he was kinda feeling too high on remus to care right now.

he kissed remus again. and some more. and even more, and then- then he was rolling over the top of remus and running to the bathroom, thankfully reaching the toilet before spilling his guts out into it.

"how are you feeling?" remus asked, once sirius pulled back from the full toilet bowel, chest heaving to get the air back in his lungs.

he felt like fucking shit, he’d had far too much to drink last night. but that hardly mattered because remus kissed him. and now remus was here, holding his hair and stroking his back and kissing the top of sirius’ head, and everything was going to be just fine.

sirius smiled and rested his head against the toilet bowel, looking up at his moony, "perfect."

[somewhereincairparavel]

I think I've already made a post about this MONTHS ago but the valgrace nation wasn't as active back then so the post didn't reach that far, but I'm reviving this now, to say that it's canon jason and leo played mario party six on chiron's gaming room together :>

[landedinpayne]

broke: payneland is unrequited

woke: charles or edwin fell first & the other fell harder

bespoke: charles fell first (without realizing), edwin fell harder, then once charles figures out what he’s feeling he falls again even HARDER

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[ovium-sheep]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

WIP below the cut I might not be able to finish before the day is over 💔💔😢

[denebolablack]

Tony: *To Bucky* You cannot shoot every single person I've dated that you don't like!

Bucky: *Raises an eyebrow*

Tony: Okay, you technically can, but you shouldn't. Come on, Steve! Help me out here!

Steve: *Amused* Idk babe, you always tell him to use his free will, and that's exactly what he is doing.

Tony: *Frustrated* I'm so done with both of you, absolutely done.

Bucky: Don't say that doll *Pushes the genius into his lap* I'll behave if you spend some quality time with us, ¿hm?

Tony: *Squints* I feel like I'm being blackmailed but I'll allow it just because you're hot.

Steve: *Hugs the pair of brunettes* Oh so you are with us just because we're hot?

Tony: Right now? Yes. Now shut up and kiss me cuz I'm still mad at you.

[concernedbrownbread]

*Hands your 7 dollars*

ID: screenshot from the Brothers Sun where Bruce hands 7 one dollar bills to the Admin and asks "How much education would this buy me?" END ID

[turbo-gum]

Tales of the tmnt Raph is gay as shit, and we love that for him

[spyglahass]

a little thing I did for a friend I got for a secret santa 👉👈

something something, they signed a treaty and have to take part in an official celebration

issue:

fwhip has no idea how to dance AND is a gay mess about it

[sizzy-ling]

Knox realizes he is actually dating Charlie after at least six months of the two of them being the most nauseating not-couple anyone has ever met

[factsilike]

One of the things I very much hate about modern AUs in MDZS is how the fic writers Americanise everything about the characters until the only thing Asian about them is their name.

[killerfrostisme]

THIS IS SO LOCKLYLE CODED!!!!!!!

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

*Soooooo, you know how when a dog wants something, they’ll point with their eyes. Same logic applies to Wolverines. A specific fic requested by someone. There might be more in this series in the future, but currently unsure*

Stretched out on the couch, Logan had his head in Wade’s lap as they spent a lazy day watching whatever happened to come up on the TV. Having recently moved into their new place, Logan in particular had been enjoying the chance to be a bit more casual in his behaviors then when they were living with Al. Wade openly encouraged traits that others would turn their noses up at in the past. Or worse, make fun of Logan for some of his softer traits. So over the years he had re-trained himself on “proper human” behaviors, both to blend in when around humans and also to fit in with the non-feral coded mutants. Not all mutant behaviors were openly accepted and over the years, Logan had learned that the hard way. Over the last couple months though, upon learning about Logan’s animalistic traits, Wade had been working to get Logan to reconnect with all those behavioral aspects of his mutation, because he felt it was important for Logan to actually be himself.

So here they were, about six months post Void, living together and watching TV like some kind of normal couple. Both were in loungewear, Wade wearing a pair of soft, pink sweatpants that clung a bit too tightly to his body with a Hello Kitty t-shirt and my little pony hoodie. Logan on the other hand was just wearing gray sweatpants and a standard white tank. He had become more comfortable and accepting of Wade's obsession with his chest and stomach, starting to bait him a bit with playful days when Logan was particularly after something he wanted from Wade. And today was one of those days.

It was basically a game for them and currently the furthest Logan had come to for asking, or indicating what he wanted from Wade. And Wade definity knew what Logan wanted, but enjoyed making him work for it. They were in the perfect set up to begin, just needed one of them to start the game. Logan got up and went to the bathroom, returning shirtless with his pajama pants slung low. He decided he wanted to stretch out his display and sauntered to the kitchen. Reaching the cupboards, he reached towards the highest shelf to grab the largest glass they had. Turning towards the sink, Logan pulled an absolutely unnecessary move, but he was feeling particularly full of himself at the moment. Bending over and deeplying arching his back, he filled the cup to the brim at the sink. Logan turned to face the living room and leaned back against the counter, stretching out his legs in front of him, crossing one over the other. Lifting the glass to his mouth he looked towards the couch, saw Wade watching him with a predatory gaze. Now that Logan knew he had Wade's full attention, he played his first hand. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he slowly chugged the entire glass, letting water spill from his mouth and trickle down his throat and collecting in his chest hair. As he drained the glass, he opened his eyes and saw Wade staring at him, gripping the back of the couch tightly, eyes narrowing. The glass now empty, Logan wrapped his hand across his mouth, and dragging it slowly downward he wiped all the spilt water from his chiseled torso. Ready to get things started, he returned to the couch with a swaying swing in his hips. As he strutted forward towards Wade, each step slowly pulled his sweatpants further down. By the time he got to the couch, they had slid well past his hip bones. Reaching the couch, he casually laid back down on his side, with his head in Wade’s lap.

You can find the rest up on Ao3

[denebolablack]

*Bucky and Steve relaxing in Tony's lab couch while they wait for him to come home*

Steve: Tony inherited his looks from Howard.

Bucky: Yup.

Steve: What do you think he inherited from his mom?

Bucky: *Shrugs and takes a long sip of soda*

Tony: *Out of nowhere* My mental disorders.

Steve: *Screams*

Bucky: *Spits out his drink*

Tony: *Chuckles* Oh, and also my love for playing the piano and cooking italian food.

Bucky: Doll, I love you, but next time you give me a heart attack like that I can't promise I won't shoot you.

Tony: *Smiles smugly* I really wanna see you try.

Steve: *Moaning* Boys, stop.

Tony: Sorry oh captain my captain *Kisses his Brooklyn's boys noses and walks away* If you both hurry, maybe you can join me on the shower.

Bucky: Move that America's ass punk! Our love has spoken.

Steve: Don't get all bossy, Bucks. That's Tony's work.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oop, idiot doodles alert-

[greeksorceress]

i just love the idea of aemond being excessively aggressive with his courting of lucerys, making a big competition out of it, and lucerys not realising that he’s actually being courted by aemond. like, you have aemond besting the gifts of the other suitors and fighting them at any chance given, and all of this while dropping the kind of suggestive remarks to lucerys that makes everyone else uncomfortable at dinner. and when lucerys asks him what everything is about, and aemond tells him he’s courting him, lucerys just goes “.....since when???”