#mediocre daydreams
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𝐬𝐢𝐱. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬
remus lupin x animagus!reader
𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠
summary: snape threatens you after he finds out remus' secret, but james misinterprets the situation, instigating a heated argument. you open up to remus for the first time.
notes: alright as usual i never proofread my work but i think this is my favorite chapter writing-wise so hopefully u enjoy! smidge of fluff. angst/hurt and then comfort. this took like 5hrs idk when the next time i’m gonna be able to produce a quality chapter is
w/c: 5.0k
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
i’m begging for you to take my hand
wreck my plans, that’s my man
'lupine lawlessness: why lycanthropes don’t deserve to live' by emerett picardy.
that was the book that fell out of snape’s bag.
the cover was well worn and curving at the edges; snape’s ego would never let him buy secondhand, which meant he must’ve read the book multiple times. on the inside of the paperback cover was snape’s signature, unabashedly bold and written in dark ink that covered half the page. it was almost like he wanted everybody to know his beliefs on werewolves—no, he wanted you to know.
that left you with one conclusion: he must’ve found out about remus’ condition.
the notes in the margins did nothing to unwravel the knot in your stomach. you weren’t sure if you were still in your dorm, or if the world had started spinning on an axis with you at the very edge, clinging on and swinging unsteadily. in his thick, heavy-handed scrawl, were thinly veiled threats.
should be put down for public safety. the book, which was already yellowing with age, fell to the ground from a sharp tremor of your hands. debilitating pages unbound themselves from the spine and fluttered through the air, deceivingly elegant in comparison to its depraved contents.
remus lupin was none of those things. he was not soulless, nor evil, and he absolutely did not deserve-
lyall lupin? lupin… remus’ father?
you had a vague picture of remus’ childhood. he grew up in isolation from muggle society as a safety precaution, and distanced from the wizarding world to avoid the prejudice and discrimintation. in your first year defense against the dark arts class, you’d studied werewolves as a part of the ‘dark creatures’ unit. you had your qualms and discomforts with that section of the reading, even as an 11 year old with no awareness about remus’ condition, but the wizarding world was becoming more progressive (or so it claimed). the old defense teacher had retired in your second year; the ‘dark creatures’ curriculum had been edited heavily and the crude language had been replaced.
you didn’t know where snape got this book, much less such an old edition containing such foul language that wasn’t commonly used anymore. the ministry’s werewolf capture unit had formed a separate branch (the werewolf support unit) and dolores umbridge’s anti-werewolf legislation had begun to loosen. you figured snape must’ve owned this book for years now, considering its outdated information and wear, or he’d stolen it from the restricted section. either option terrified you. either option showed his dedication to hating lycanthropes, and by proxy, remus.
there was an abrupt knocking on your door. before you could invite the knocker in, lily, mary, and dorcas streamed in, chatting about the next hogsmeade trip and what lily should wear to slughorn’s party.
that’s right, you thought. i still have to attend the party with james. and snape will be there too.
“hey babe, have you started getting ready?” lily smiled at you, oblivious to the dread clouding your mind.
you swallowed thickly. “yeah, i was just thinking about what i should wear!” you lied, putting on a chipper voice for the sake of your friends. “shall we get ready together?”
mary bounced on her feet, clapping excitedly. “oooh, my mum sent me some jewery last week, you should totally wear some!”
dorcas started digging through her dresser. “i’ve got this cardigan that’ll go perfectly with your dress, lily! it’s bound to be cold in the dungeons.”
lily grinned, turning to her own bedside table. she dug through the drawer; things tinkled and clacked from within. she pulled out a necklace and held it in the air triumphantly. “for you!”
you rushed over, pushing the apprehension to the side. you could worry about this later—for now, your friends were here to care and dote on you, and you couldn’t be more appreciative of their ability to cheer you up.
“it’s gorgeous!” you gushed, allowing lily to clasp it around your neck. her fingers were slender, ghosting over your skin as she fixed the cold silver chain. “thank you, lils.”
“don’t thank me,” she shook her head humbly, “it’s like it was made for you. there’s a little moon charm, d’you see? i thought of you immediately.”
you quirked your mouth into a confused smile. “that’s so sweet of you! you’re so thoughtful, always thinking of people out of the blue.”
mary chortled. “oh darling, it wasn’t out of the blue this time. it’s a moon, because of you and moony, obviously.”
“excuse me?”
dorcas pointed her finger at you. “see? i told you that’d be her reaction. ha! marlene owes me three galleons.”
you deflected. “oh, where’s marlene anyway?”
dorcas looked at her shoes bashfully. “she’s, uh- james offered to lend her a suit. she looks… really good.”
you and lily looked at each other knowingly.
“alright!” dorcas clapped her hands, trying to break the tension and redirect the focus off her. “let’s get the two of you dolled up; looking good for the dates!”
lily was eager, completely compliant as mary stood behind her and curled her long, ginger locks. dorcas was holding up different products and you were giving your opinion on each, a little more hesitant than lily, who seemed to fall naturally into the beautification process. you supposed it was because she was already very beautiful herself.
“you look very handsome,” dorcas mused, placing her hands on your shoulders as she admired your reflection in the mirror. “well, you always look great. but i think i did a pretty good job.”
you turned your head to examine all your angles. “agreed. thank you, dora!” the two of you exchanged a loud, forceful high five, catching the attention of lily and mary.
“wow!” mary squealed. her hands lifted halfway to her mouth before she turned and patted lily’s bicep to confirm she was seeing the same sight.
lily gasped. “you look incredible! potter won’t know what hit’em.”
you rolled your eyes. “you know i’ve only got eyes for one person- oh merlin.” you cursed, having (once more) revealed your crush on remus with undeniable clarity.
lily smirked, looking you up and down appraisingly. “we should head out early,” she decided. “maybe we’ll run into a certain someone in the common room.”
your face turned serious. “i swear to godric, if you tell a single soul…”
mary made a zipping motion across her mouth. “not a word,” she promised.
dorcas quirked her head at you. “alright, but you’ve gotta make a move at some point! teasing you in private is getting boring; plus, lupin’s a real catch. someone’s bound to snatch him up if you don’t hurry.”
you bit your lip. dorcas was right.
“fine! fine. this is my formal allowance for the three of you to talk freely, but please, don’t scheme. and please, don’t tell anyone.”
the three girls grinned widely.
“okay!” lily cheered. “now that this piece of juicy gossip has been revealed, i say it’s time for us to make our accidental appearance in front of mr. loverboy.” she wiggled her fingers at mary and dorcas, making sure to take dorcas’ cardigan before she left. you helped her slip it on and made sure her dress was all laid out properly. dorcas was right, the cardigan did look lovely on her. you weren’t sure how long james would stick around after he saw lily looking so ravishing.
as you made sure each of lily’s straps were tied into neat bows, you missed the look of amazement on remus’ face as you made your grand entrance down the spiral staircase. well, it was no different from how you’d normally walked down the stairs, but when lily saw remus’ face, it was as if he were prince charming catching sight of cinderella for the first time. lily would know—she watched that movie countless times with petunia before coming to hogwarts.
“holy shit…” remus whispered; the corners of his mouth quirked upward unconsciously. you caught his eye, and he blushed, dipping his head down to reveal his red-tipped ears. his eyes flickered between your eyes, and you could tell he was restraining himself from roving the entirety of your body (which you wouldn’t mind if he did). you hid your delight by covering your mouth with the back of your hand, careful not to smudge the lipstick dorcas had so meticulously applied.
“i- you-” remus started, mouth parted in astonishment, “you look beautiful,” he murmured, voice strangled and raw. vulnerable.
“thank you.” your voice was small; eyes hazy. you dipped your own head shyly. “you look beautiful too.”
remus smiled incredulously. “me?”
“yes, you!” you countered, shaking your head at him. “what’s up with the surprise?”
“i just- i didn’t realize you thought that about me.”
you tapped your foot anxiously, feeling like you’d been caught in an act even though you’d done nothing wrong. remus seemed uncomfortable; perhaps you came off too strong. perhaps he didn’t feel the same, and didn’t want you to say those sorts of things to him.
“are you calling me a liar?” you teased. “that i don’t feel that way about you? you don’t know how i feel about you,” you quipped, well aware of the double meaning behind your words. lily seemed to understand as well.
lily tapped her wrist, checking an invisible watch. “alright, stop flirting and let’s get going! i’m nearly positive slughorn’s never going to let it go if we show up late for the first meeting.” she tilted her head toward the portrait hole, and leaned against the wall to wait for you.
remus coughed lightly. “i do mean it though, you look… truly incredible. i don’t know- i haven’t got the words to describe how you look, but when you come back, i’ll have something figured out and i’ll tell you then.”
“well, i was really looking forward to talking to slughorn, so i was planning on being there for the full time and maybe staying after. but i guess i can come back early, even though i wanted to make connections and stuff…” you huffed. “you’re quite demanding, d’you know that, moony? always bossing me around, telling me when i should come and go, like you’re some possessive boyfriend,” you taunted.
remus pursed his lips, hollowing his cheeks as he tried to hold back an embarrassingly large, telling smile. hearing ‘moony’ and ‘boyfriend’ was doing horrible things to his mind. the worst part was that he couldn’t be your boyfriend, no matter how much he wanted to. (or how much you wanted it, if you felt that way in the first place.) sometimes, it felt like life was mocking him, dangling the possibility of being with you in his face like bait on a fishhook, and then reeling it back before he could catch hold. he’d gladly pierce himself on the hook if it meant he could be yours.
“thumper! evans!” james’ giddy voice came booming from the boy’s dormitory. behind him was a suave looking marlene and a grumpy looking sirius. “wait up!”
lily shouted back. “we’re going to be late. you hurry up, wanker.”
marlene was doing a poor job of being discreet as she snuck back to the girls dorm, probably to see dorcas, and sirius was running his hands through his hair.
“you used up half my gel,” sirius grumbled. “and then you messed up your hair, so what was the point?”
james was by your side in moments and he offered you his elbow, which you accepted with a flourish. lily’s eyes darted to your linked arms, but she quickly recovered and gestured to the portrait hole. “the slug club awaits! onwards, my friends.”
lily’s kitten heels echoed through the corridor, clicking steadily, playing metronome as she set a brisk pace for your trio. there were already muffled voices emanating from the grand doors of slughorn’s meeting room; you were only a few minutes late.
it was drastically louder once you stepped inside. smooth jazz played from a vinyl which slughorn had amplified with a charm, fifth to seventh years were mostly stuck in cliques based on year or gender, and older wizards in dressier robes mingled with each other, for the most part disregarding the students. slughorn was meandering through the clumps of people, looking slightly distraught at the party’s reluctant beginning.
“miss evans! miss y/ln! mr. potter!” he beamed, squeezing past some adult wizards to welcome you. he shook each of your hands enthusiastically. “perfect timing! we’re about to begin dinner and introductions, so please make yourself comfortable at a seat.”
lily smiled apologetically at you and went in search of snape, while you and james found seating next to each other at the long, rectangular table. the two of you examined the students present: bellatrix lestrange, regulus black, snivelus severus snape, emmaline vance, pandora sailstream, yazmin patil, and of course, you, james, and lily.
slughorn stood from his position at the head of the table, tapping his fork on his class very traditionally. “dear students, colleagues, and friends, thank you for being in attendance today. as you know, the slug club is a group of exceptional hogwarts students with great potential, and i hope to nurture and create talented, powerful witches and wizards of you all.”
you looked at james with raised eyebrows, mouthing: “this feels like an ego trip more than trying to help us.”
james snorted, and a couple heads turned towards him. slughorn continued, unphased.
“now, if i can have our students introduce themselves, your interests, etcetera… starting down the line here,” he pointed at bellatrix, “we can begin dinner and i’ll allow you to interact with some of my old friends here.”
bellatrix cleared her throat; smokey eyes surveying the table. “bellatrix lestrange, slytherin house, pureblooded from the noble house of black-” she earned quite a few impressed looks from slughorn’s friends, “-advanced magic theory.”
you, and it seemed a few other half-blood and muggle born students, took notice of her emphasis on blood status—nearly her entire introduction was about her pureblooded status.
she and sirius couldn’t be any more different, you thought.
“regulus black.” he nodded stiffly to bellatrix, who didn’t seem particularly pleased with his presence either. “slytherin. seeker.” regulus was sharp and pointed; he clearly didn’t want to be there. bellatrix elbowed him roughly and he kept a straight face before opening his mouth once more. “...pureblood.”
“severus snape, pureblood, slytherin, potions.”
“emmaline vance; ravenclaw. i’m keen on defense against the dark arts.” she was much more personable than the slytherins.
“i’m pandora sailstream, also ravenclaw… and i like charms.”
“yazmin patil, nice to meet you all. hufflepuff, herbology.”
you glanced nervously at james and lily. the air in the room was strained, not just from slughorn’s pushiness, but from the obvious division of blood supremacists and their disapproving counterparts.
“i’m y/n y/l/n, gryffindor house, and i… am good at potions.” snape looked at you strangely, and it was then you were certain he had meant for you to see the book and his annotations. you looked away. the situation was too delicate to be handled without deep rumination, and you absolutely could not let your emotions get the best of you tonight.
“i’m james potter, a proud gryffindor,” he grinned, “chaser of the century and a dab hand at transfiguration.” a couple of the students and adults laughed weakly, but slughorn slapped the table approvingly.
“very good, my boy! and one more.”
“lily evans, muggleborn, gryffindor house, potions.” you winced. today was possibly the worst night for lily to be open about her pride in blood heritage. you admired her for it, and you were proud of being muggleborn in a time where blood supremacist ideology was rampant, but you knew when to pick your fights. the ice was too thin and stakes too high for her to be bold.
“wonderful!” slughorn lauded. he snapped his hands, summoning a squadron of house elves bearing a variety of classy finger foods, indulgent steaks, colorful vegetables, and rich desserts.
the food seemed to lightened the mood, and slughorn looked pleased at the turn of events. already, the guest wizards and witches began approaching students with business cards or advice. the row of three slytherins seemed to be the most popular.
james was quickly swept away by a quidditch team manager who’d recognized james even before his introduction. he winked at you before abandoning you altogether. it was just you, lily, and pandora left. you and pandora had awkward introductions and lily had made a controversial comment, so you didn’t take the disinterest personally. pandora seemed to, however. she left her spot at the table and slipped into james’ old seat, immediately diving into a passionate rant.
lily, always the caring one, entertained her. you tried to pay attention, but her complaints seemed so trivial in comparison to what had transpired in your dorm mere hours ago. snape was wrapping up his conversation, and when he glanced over at you, your eyes were already fixed on his face with burning intensity.
he stalked toward you, the most confident you’d ever seen him, and took the empty seat to your other side. he leered, somehow managing to make himself tower over you even while seated. you glared but didn’t dare speak.
“i believe you have something of mine,” he muttered, watching your face for any revealing expression, so you clenched your jaw.
“do i?”
“you do,” he said cooly. “but, because of my kindness, i won’t be upset with you for stealing my property.”
you ran your tongue across your top row of teeth, fuming. “i don’t know what you want from me, snape, but let me just say-”
“what makes you think i want anything from you?” he raised his eyebrows. “you can keep the book, if you’d like. i’ve read it plenty of times.”
you exhaled gruffly. “i know a threat when i see one, snape. don’t play dumb.” oh, how you wanted to tear him apart like slughorn’s pulled pork.
“threats… threats? it sounds like you’re the one threatening me.” he waved a hand between the two of you and you realized how close in proximity you had become. with each exchange, you’d slowly inched closer to assert dominance. now, you were hovering just in front of his greasy, malevolent face.
snape sneered. “i’d watch what you say, if i were you. see, i just want you to be safe. there are real bad people out there; you never know what might happen to a little girl like you… or a half-breed.”
“keep him out of this,” you spat. “torment me however you want, but you stay out of his damn business, do you understand?”
“are you really so naive?” snape scoffed patronizingly. “you think you’re gonna to protect your filthy half-breed boyfriend with an ultimatum? don’t forget who’s dealing the cards, mudblood.”
you closed your eyes, refusing to let tears fall. snape pulled back, smug, and wandered off into the safety of the slytherin crowd.
you jumped, startled by the feeling of a hand grabbing your forearm. “james? what are you doing?” you hissed.
“what are you doing?” james retorted, narrowing his eyes at you. “i think we need to talk.”
james tightened his grip on you and pulled you from the room, excusing the both of you to the bathroom. he dragged you down the corridor and out of earshot.
“what the hell is wrong with you?” james flung his arms out and they fell against his sides.
you scowled, crossing your arms. “with me? you’’re the one who forced me out of a party and now you’re yelling at me for no reason!”
“oh, there’s a reason,” james laughed sardonically, “snivelus. what the fuck was that?”
you stared at him in disbelief. “i- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“why were you talking to snivelus? you were so- is there something going on between you?” james was enraged, pacing the corridor as his face began to flush.
“excuse me?” you screeched. “what the fuck?”
“i don’t bloody know!” james ripped his glasses from his face and rubbed his eyes aggressively. “i thought you and r- merlin, you said he was ‘nice’ during potions and now you’re sitting next to him; talking to him!”
“i can’t believe you’re accusing me of associating with a fucking blood supremacist,” you snarled, storming up to him and jabbing your finger into his chest accusingly. “i’m a muggleborn, if you’ve somehow forgotten! what the fuck is wrong with you, pr- james?”
“you were this close to each other!” he used his fingers to demonstrate. “you- you’re all cozied up to him! you’re fucking intimate with him!”
if you weren’t standing outside a room full of powerful wizards, you would’ve hexed james, right then and there. you settled for shoving him. his chest, hardened and broad from quidditch, barely budged at your force.
“you know what? fuck you, james. stay out of my damn business!”
james didn’t bother following you as you stomped away from him and to the common room, tears finally escaping your eyes. dorcas’ work must’ve been ruined. you wiped your cheeks to find black mascara staining your fingers, and you were sure your lipstick was a mess after so much screaming and anxious biting. you snuck a peek at your reflection in a window. your face was puffy, your eyelids were drooping, and you looked—to put it succinctly—pathetic.
the fat lady pouted at you sympathetically as you slumped through the portrait hole. your tears had long stopped and were now soaking into your skin, pulling your cheeks taunt as the salt dried. you stumbled, catching yourself on the back of a couch just before you were about to collapse. you hadn’t eaten dinner, you’d cried out all the hydration from your body, and on top of that, you were still reeling from not only your argument with james, but snape’s threats and the discovery of his book.
and now you were alone. you were completely and utterly alone, slumped half-concious in an silent common room late at night while your friends were sleeping comfortably or enjoying the lavishness of slughorn’s party.
you had no more water in your system to cry out; instead, you began hiccuping and heaving. your throat was dry and you were sure that this was it, that you would stop breathing and pass out where you stood. what a sad way to go. what a sad, sorry excuse you were for a witch. what a cowardly, useless gryffindor you were, such an unlovable-
“bunny?” remus’ voice was gravelly from sleepiness but laced with concern.
“remus?” you struggled to keep your eyes open, wanting nothing more than to escape into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. “why are you still awake?”
“well, i promised i’d stay up for you, right?” he stumbled down the stairs, his long legs slightly unstable. in a blink, remus was behind you and wrapping you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair and mumbling intelligiblely about what you assumed was meant to be comforting.
he dropped his lips to your ear. “what happened?” he murmured. he seemed to have sobered up; his voice was much clearer than before.
“i don’t- everything, rem,” you whimpered. “i can’t. i can’t.”
he cooed, turning you to face him by the shoulders. his face fell at the sight of you—hair mussed, eyes glistening red, bottom lip tucked between your teeth so harshly he thought for sure you’d hurt yourself. he raised his hand to cup your cheek, but froze midair. “love. love? is it okay if i touch you?”
you nodded silently, wrapping your arms around your waist and fighting the urge to start full-body trembling. your eyes fell closed, and you weren’t sure if you had the energy to open them.
remus’ hand finally came to your cheek, freeing your lip from your teech before nesting itself between your jawline. his thumb rested just below your eye, gently swiping at the remnants of the mascara you’d cried off.
“alright, why don’t we sit down? you’re lookin’ a little shaky there, bun.” he moved his hand from your face and pressed it to the small of your back, guiding you to the couch with his other hand in yours for support. eyes still closed, you stumbled slightly on the edge of the carpet, and he caught you, bringing you closer to him and rubbing your back soothingly. you shivered.
“are you cold?” remus’ forehead creased. without hesitation, he began to peel off his jumper and held it out to you. “here, you need to stay warm.”
“thanks,” you mumbled. in reality, you’d shivered because of remus’ touch. but you weren’t about to turn down his jumper. “can y’help?”
remus took the jumper back, opening it up and pulling it over your head. he even guided your arms into the sleeves, and your mouth twitched upwards at his smell: parchment, something woodsy, and a hint of spice. oh, and chocolate. chocolate?
“would you like chocolate?” remus a bar between you and broke off a piece.
you finally smiled, allowing your eyes to flicker open. “yeah.” you opened your mouth.
remus stared at you quizzically before his eyes widened. in the dimness of the common room, you couldn’t see his reaction, but you felt him turn away from you momentarily. when he returned his attention to you, he exhaled shakily and placed the square of chocolate on your tongue delicately, watching as you took it in your mouth. he gulped.
“thanks, rem.”
“yeah. yeah, anytime. i’m always going to be here for you, y’know that right? i know that you don’t really like talking about… your-”
“my feelings, yeah. i just feel silly. ‘cos you’re going through so much, and so is sirius, and lily too, and i just… i don’t wanna waste your time,” you confessed.
remus took hold of your biceps and swiveled your torso so you were facing him. “you are not a waste of time. it doesn’t matter how big or small—your feelings are important. and you’ve never once said that me or sirius or lily’s feelings are a waste of time, so why do you think that about yourself?”
you sniffed. “i dunno. but now i feel everything, rem. ‘s all there. i feel like i’m gonna vomit. not really, but fuck, it’s so much. it’s so, so much.”
remus hummed, wrapping his arm around the back of your head and bringing your forehead to his chest. you breathed in his cologne once more, feeling his scent wash through your body as if it were cleansing you of the brain fog.
after a stretch of silence, remus spoke. “do you wanna talk about it or just sit here with me?”
“talk.” you didn’t hesitate or fight yourself, and remus just wanted to kiss you; he was so proud.
“alright, i’m listening.”
you couldn’t find it in yourself to make eye contact. instead, you shuffled forward, tucking yourself fully into his chest and wrapping your legs around his back. your arms curled under his and joined themselves at the top of his spine. you felt like a koala, and you were okay with that.
you managed to squeeze out the details of your fight with james. remus’ grip tightened protectively as you explained why james had made his assumption, describing the way snape had gotten so close to you. he stiffened at the word “intimate,” and then you were the one rubbing his back. for the first time, you let yourself pour everything out. you didn’t hold anything back; well, except for the reason snape had confronted you in the first place.
remus’ nose twitched as he tried to regain his composure. he was pissed at james—how dare he accuse you of being intimate with a blood supremacist? you were the kindest, most loyal, boldest, best person he know. remus wasn’t sure if he was more upset with snape or james.
he felt you shake in his arms and began rubbing more warmth into you. he sighed, unable to stop replaying the scene of you and snape and james; each reset was a new stab. “hey.” he tilted your head upwards. “hey, look at me. it’s gonna be okay. everybody argues.”
his words of reassurance seemed to push you further away. “n- no, you don’t understand,” you choked, “i can’t fix this one. i can’t- rem, i messed up. merlin, i’ve messed up really, really badly and i don’t think i can fix this. i don’t know what’s going on. i don’t know what’s gonna happen. i’m scared. damn it, i’m scared, remus.”
remus clenched and unclenched his jaw. “it’s late, bunny. maybe we should think about this in the morning, when you’ve got some food in ‘ya and a bit of coffee. d’you wanna go back to your room?”
“no please,” you whispered. “can- can you stay with me? just this once. please.”
every shred of remus’ restraint collapsed at your words, and he swept you into your arms and peppered kisses to your hairline. “i’m here, okay? i’m not gonna leave you.” he coaxed you into a laying position, crouching on his knees in front of you so he could brush the hair from your face.
“remus?” you slurred, cracking your eyes open. “will you hold me?”
he pulled his lips into a downward smile; empathetic eyes wandering your body. he curled himself behind you, pulling your back into his chest and lacing his legs between yours, tucking his nose into the crook of your neck. you felt around for his hand, and when you found it, you pulled it over your body and towards your face. remus felt something soft tickle his palm.
kisses. you were kissing him.
“thank you, remus,” you muttered, voice timid.
“always.”
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
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im devastated. i got a microwaveable curry from costco and. its not good. Why
#I JUST WANT FLAVOR. PLEASE. THE LACK OF SPICES IN MY LIFE RN-#i didnt see that the label said 'mango'#and its unexpectedly peppery#two flavors i Do Not Like!#which is deeply unfortunate bc i can taste how good it is Under those two prevailing flavors!#i wasted rice on this....#i thought i was about to have a decadent as fuck breakfast...#now im just sad! i miss having access to so many different places for the occasional takeout...#no thai... no indian... no chinese... no korean... no japanese... no mexican...#im Suffering out here. i can go get subway or mediocre burgers. thats pretty much it#cmonnnn american cuisine tends to be so fucking bland.... i want Flavor... where is the Flavor....#my taste buds are crying. they're sobbing. they are Wailing#absolutely unprompted#ive started to daydream about all my favorite restaurants ive been to#brazilian barbeque... shabu shabu... my beloved chinese takeout location... korean bbq... roadside tamale stand...#farmers market bao vendor... french bakery... the place with Banger pad see ew... the sushi restaurant with awesome bento & veggie rolls...#the boba store with delicious dragonfruit bowls... mall mongolian bbq... hibachi.... tea houses... many many more...#MAN IM MAKING MYSELF SO HUNGRY#nothing in this house or in this town will satisfy me#one of my great loves in life has been taken away! Flavor! delicious food! Where Is She!
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years and years and years ago, dad would leverage his #influencer status to get access to various theatre companies' archived recordings and rerecord them on vhs. a lot of it was terrible because. that's just how theatre is when you see a lot of it, but man i miss the days of being able to rewatch some... the things i would do for a chance to see paunvere poisid again (and again)
#also enigma variatsioonid... ajujaht... lehman brothers...#saw a very mediocre play that was not worth the 2h drive there and back again. so i was daydreaming of good plays i've seen#my mom always laughs at me for the way i always circle back to paunvere poisid but it was that perfect blend of hilarious but tragic#not to sound like my real life human father on main or anything
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your bedroom in the morning. his body beneath your sheets. his hand on your cheek after he's woken. you're still asleep, becoming a moment of secret admiration as he marvels how you got here: strangers becoming remembered; strangers becoming known, becoming interested, becoming in love.
breakfast at the kitchen counter. peeling oranges and sipping coffee with bare feet. legs cold and naked. thighs tattooed. "will you ever stop taking your pants off in the middle of the night?" "your warmth is better than cotton's."
dishes in the sink. windows open. the door to the balcony open. he's saying goodbye so soon. there's nothing else to do. all your plans should be canceled. you should stay home and daydream about him: his voice and his hands and his smile and the fluttering eyelids when your fingertips graze his scalp. oh god, it's bliss: seeing him beneath my touch. just for me? certainly.
shoes are on his feet. you'd rather close your eyes than watch him leave. "please think about me. spend the whole day with me on your mind. i can keep you busy."
lingering in the doorway. one more kiss at least. until tonight. until your apartment collects the rays of a setting sun. until he's back in the four walls dusted, painted, kissed by you, becoming home.
#mediocre stanzas#hansol scenarios#i don't drink i daydream#requests are open... please send requests... i want to write <3#boyfriend things
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they should make a support group for people who love to sing but are cursed with mediocre voice
#if I had the flashy voice genetics I would be unstoppable#literally I can write music and arrange covers and sightread well and harmonize and hold my own on complicated choir parts#but will I ever be ''a good singer?''#nope. mediocre at best. assigned background choir member for life#which is fine (love singing in choirs) but even then there's a stopping point#I won the choir department award at my high school (literally I was section leader all 4 years)#but then didn't make it past callbacks when I auditioned for choir at my university#and anyway now I just have to scrounge minutes of being home alone so I can sing at the piano in peace#I don't like singing when people can hear me in case they think I have delusions of grandeur lol#it's like yeah I know I'm not like. good. can I just enjoy things#esp since one of my current roommates has a very good voice and is part of a very good a cappella group. makes me self conscious#anyway sometimes I get nostalgic for when my youngest brother was a baby who was not very good at going to sleep at night#and we took turns putting him to bed and when it was my turn I got to sing him every song I knew#which was not embarrassing! bc it was obviously for a higher purpose!#do I daydream about having my own babies so I can sing to them? also yes!
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the way u characterize steve… especially 40s disabled steve… i’ve never seen a take like that and i never resonated or even enjoyed steve’s character much before this tbh i thought he was very propaganda star spangled bullshit but wow. u have truly changed my perception on his entire character. canonically too.
i haven't answered this ask because sometimes i just go to my inbox and look at it 🥺 i don't think you understand how much this means to me!!! i see such potential in steve's character and the russo brothers wasted it!!!!!!! wasted it all!!!!!!!! like they wasted a lot of shit in the mcu but i digress.
as a disabled person his story is supposed to be ~uplifting~ because he ~overcomes~ his disability but i am also disabled and it's nothing but a horror show to me. that's why i write him the way i do, from a different perspective, because while i am disabled (just like he was disabled) i don't need to be fixed (he didn't need to be fixed and neither does any disabled person)
i actually go a little deeper into this concept in a part 2 to one of my steve fics because the concept of "fixing" a disability especially in ww2 times is...... yikes at best and horrifying conceptually at worst. i could probably write a thesis on this concept honestly.
#mediocre-daydreams#ask the owl#asks#ask#steve rogers my beloved blorbo#i could write you so much better
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#my little pony#my little pony generation 4#friendship is magic#reblog#mlp#pony#earth pony#alicorn#next gen#sunshine verse#sunshineverse#age of alicorns#my oc#my characters#my posts#mediocre art#spoilers#aurora daydream#dreamer#eqg pinkie pie#eqg pinkie#sunset shimmer#sunset#pinkie and sunset#pinkie x sunset#pinkieset#sunpie
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Let Me Help You
Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader
Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Grumpy Sunshine Series
You knew something was off with Bucky the moment he came home. He kept rubbing his left shoulder, a deep grimace on his face.
You asked him what was wrong and he brushed it off saying it was just a tough mission. You didn't want to push him, so you let it go. You curled into his side on the couch, reading a book as he played with your hair.
And then he winced. Once. Twice. You've just about had it when he winces again. For the third time.
You snap your book shut. "Alright, that's it!"
"What?"
"Take off your shirt," you order.
Bucky quirks an eyebrow, a smirk slightly tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Really?"
"What? No!" You playfully swat his chest. "You're obviously in pain!"
“Aw…” Bucky dismissively waves his hand at you. "It's not that bad."
"It's been bugging you since you got back."
"I just overdid it a little. I'm fine." Even as the words leave his mouth, you can tell he's fighting back another wince.
"It's hard to see you like this."
"It's fine."
"It's not fine!" you insist. "I know you don't like other people seeing your arm, and I know you've said no to trying physical therapy, so if you're not going to go ask for help then just let me try to help you. Please?"
He deeply sighs, but considering that even the small rise and fall of his shoulders is sending pain radiating all through his shoulder, he's pretty sure he does need your help. "Fine..."
Your fingers trail over the metal plate holding his arm in place. As you flip the release trigger, he grits his teeth, a huff of relief leaving his lips as the vibranium arm detaches from the joint.
"Baby..." Your voice wavers slightly. It makes you want to cry for him. "It's really swollen. This had to have been bothering you."
"I'm used to it," he grumbles.
Your heart clenches for him. That was the problem. He was used to it. Far too used to pain. Far too used to dealing with it on his own. "I'm gonna go grab you some ice."
You return with an ice pack in hand moments later. He hisses as the coolness presses against his scarred flesh.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he nods. "Thank you."
"All I did was grab an ice pack."
He grabs your unoccupied hand, kissing your palm, "No, thank you for caring. Sometimes, I forget that I'm not alone anymore."
"You'll never be alone. Not as long as I'm here." You press a gentle, feather light kiss to his shoulder, "From now on, promise you'll tell me when your arm's bothering you?"
He hums as your hand gently kneads his shoulder blade, soothing away the radiating ache and pain, "I promise."
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Grumpy Sunshine Series
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harry potter reads.
marauder's era
sirius black —
what side are you on? by @lustsickforyou
you deserve love, too by @fourmoony
attention by @igncrantbliss
two strangers by @inpraizeof
all i want by @maraudersjukebox
heart stamp by @shadowbriar
don't leave by 14thgalerie (of course, i had to put myself here)
james potter —
you’re unbelievable by @livinginshambles
you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming
time warp series by @astonishment
walk you home by @astonishment
why didn’t we work out by @astonishment
i’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles
i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles
no longer yours by @singmyaubade
you’re losing me series by @astonishment
25 by 14thgalerie
shampoo thief by 14thgalerie
i peeled my orange today by 14thgalerie
remus lupin —
wherever you stray, i follow series by @mediocre-daydreams
you’re losing me by @astonishment
quiet curiosity by 14thgalerie
regulus black —
unearthed by @cherryslyce
second son by @cherryslyce
golden trio's era
theodore nott —
i think he knows by @dreamcubed
i thought you knew by @agirlsguidetolove
missing you by @battinscn
love is sour grapes by @patrophthia
path to you by 14thgalerie
the one by 14thgalerie
dreamin' of him by 14thgalerie
tell me why by 14thgalerie
mattheo riddle —
the muggle mixtape by @writersblockedx
cat’s out of the bag by @rilakeila
other characters
tom riddle —
for the love that used to be here by @fatesundress
mortem expetere by @little-diable
faded ink of the fated by @cardansriddle
to be loved by @darkmagic-s
home by 14thgalerie
theseus scamander —
pay no attention to the magizoologist by @captainsophiestark
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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰
remus lupin x animagus!reader
𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠
summary: remus is left alone as you and the marauders focus on the animagus potion. he begins to see through your excuses and realizes his friends have all been lying to him.
notes: stupid scenes between the marauders, angsty emo remus, a few swears, vague threats, not my greatest work tbh i'm distracted by the impending school year but this is a great escape
w/c: 5k
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
the more that you say, the less i know
wherever you stray, i follow
for the umpteenth time this week, remus was asking where you were
“oh, she’s with sirius,” james replied nonchalantly, not bothering to look up from his transfiguration textbook.
remus frowned. “again? they’ve been spending a lot of time together lately.”
james shrugged. “well, they’re friends, aren’t they? friends spend time together.” james, being the token oblivious friend amongst the marauders, hadn’t realized that remus was probing out of jealousy concern for his friend’s wellbeing. james thought remus had begun to suspect their plan and was doing all he could to throw remus off their trail.
remus took a seat beside james, who still didn’t meet remus’ eye. james pushed his glasses up his nose awkwardly.
“friends spend time together… friends, right? or are they, y’know…”
“are they what? conspiring behind our backs? no, of course not!” james laughed shrilly, finally looking up at remus with a poorly concealed expression of distress plastered across his flushed face. “no, they’re just- uh, getting some alone time. you know how busy the common rooms can be nowadays,” james chuckled.
there was nobody else in the common room.
“right…” remus nodded, pursing his lips. his mind brought him back to the last time he’d seen you, curled up in sirius’s lap. “alone time is good, i suppose. have you- erm, have you all decided to get some alone time recently? i feel like i haven’t seen you all in ages.”
“yeah, m’sorry about that, mate. i’ve been real busy with… transfigurations,” james lied.
remus raised his eyebrows. “mcgonagall says you’re one of the best transfigurations students she’s ever had.”
“does she?” james squeaked. “i didn’t know that! well, peter and sirius and y/n have all been very busy, and- oh, i forgot! i’ve got to go… woo evans.” james peeked at the grandfather clock by the dormitory stairs. “would you look at that? i’m already a minute late! bye, moony! see you ‘round!”
james sprinted out of the common room, abandoning his textbook and satchel on the couch. remus knew it was invasive, but he flipped through james’ reading. it wasn’t the standard transfigurations textbook; he’d been lying about working on something for class. james had lied to remus’ face.
was he lying about everything else too? about you and sirius… being friends? friends? were you friends, or friends?
remus had never wanted to know something and not wanted to know something so badly before. but it wasn’t like he could ask you; it was as if you’d been avoiding him entirely. had he done something wrong?
besides, he thought, it’s none of my business what she does in her free time. even though she usually reserves that time for me. and she can hook up with whoever she wants, even if it’s my best friend. remus winced. and i can’t even be upset with sirius because he doesn’t know how i feel. fuck.
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breaking multiple wizarding laws all at once should probably be considered a bad thing. emphasis on the ‘probably,’ because you were having the time of your life sneaking and stealing throughout the castle.
you and sirius were the designated researchers; james was busy with quidditch captain training and peter had been flooded with new tutoring requests. fortunately, you were proficient in the dewey decimal system while sirius was an experienced curfew-breaker. the two of you were quite the efficient duo when it came to stealing borrowing books from the restricted section.
“are you kidding me?” sirius hissed, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was reading the page correctly. “keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month?”
“what did you think? this is why being an animagus is ministry regulated! it’s hard! and bloody dangerous, if you’ve forgotten!”
sirius looked at you quizzically. “what, you’re gonna back out now?”
you pulled you head back, incredulous. “are you kidding me? i’m the one who did all the research in the first place and talked to remus and am the potions prodigy here. watch it, black. you need me.”
sirius rolled his eyes. “whatever, princess.”
you whacked him. “keep it down, princess.”
it seemed you had spoken too late. pittering footsteps were fastly approaching, raising goosebumps on your arms. “shit shit shit fuck, it’s ms. norris!” you slammed the book shut and tucked it under your armpit.
sirius glared at you. “did you have to shut it so loudly?”
“oh my godric, can you just- run, idiot!”
sirius wrapped an arm around you, tucking the cloak securely to your bodies as you swiftly made your escape. sirius was about to push open the library doors when filch burst from the corridor outside. you slammed sirius back, pinning him to the wall with one arm propping yourself up and the other gripping the restricted book with such force that your hands were trembling.
sirius looked down at you bashfully. he was usually the one pinning girls against walls.
you didn’t bat an eyelash at him. your head was swiveled, your eyes wide and trained on filch’s receding figure. “students out of bed! students in the library!” he yelled, though there was nobody around to listen to him.
deciding it was safe to leave, you grabbed sirius’ hand and yanked him through the door. as you ran through the corridor, shoes echoing against the stone walls, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind you. you could hear filch on your tail, and the two of you sprinted desperately in the direction of the common room.
“wait! wait,” you panted. “should we go straight for the dungeons and grab the mandrake leaves tonight? we’re already out of bed, so we might as well, right?”
sirius paused. “nah, we’ve got potions tomorrow. i’ll hook up with someone in the ingredients cabinet and slip a couple. let’s just put the book away.”
you snorted. “you? hook up with someone in the cabinet? please, as if slughorn would trust you to step foot near it in the first place. i’ll snag the leaves.”
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slughorn was in a particularly jovial mood today. “good morning, miss y/l/n!” he beamed as you stepped foot in the classroom. slightly caught off guard, you waved hesitantly.
“sit here!” james hissed, waving at you so aggressively that his curls were bouncing. you grinned, slipping in beside him. “did you guys do it last night?”
“yeah, but sirius was so loud and filch nearly caught us! how is it that you four go sneaking around when sirius is so damn noisy?”
from behind you, remus chewed on his bottom lip, staring furiously at a dried mystery substance on his desk. it looked like his suspicions were correct. james had lied to him twice. but he finally got his answer—you and sirius were hooking up. in the library, of all places! godric, he’d never be able to set foot in there without thinking about you the defiling acts committed against the bookshelves.
“hey, beautiful.” sirius purred as he claimed the seat beside remus. “g’morning james, moony.”
you laughed delicately, and remus’ heart pulled. he considered himself lucky enough to be able to hear your laughter; he wished he could be the cause. maybe that was selfish of him.
“how come moony gets a cool nickname and we don’t?” james whined, twisting to face the two boys behind him. he rested one hand on your desk to hold himself steady, and for the first time, remus found himself jealous of an appendage.
“it’s ‘cos you’re not cool, jamie.”
james pressed his hands to his cheeks like he was horrified. “you’re being mean, y/n!” he huffed and crossed his arms, mimicking toddler-like mannerisms. you and sirius laughed. even remus found himself chuckling—he could never not be entertained by james’ caricatures.
“jamie,” sirius mocked, holding james’ chin to turn his face up. “aw, jaime, you look so pretty today, jaime.”
james recoiled. “yeah, it’s not as cute when you’re the one saying it. i take it back; i don’t need a nickname.”
sirius smiled smugly.
james swung an arm around your shoulders. “but you, however, can call me whatever you want.” he winked comically.
you groaned. “get your grimy hands off me!” you pushed him away, pretending to dust your shoulders. “absolutely disgusting, you are.”
remus clenched his jaw. why did he have to befriend two of the most charming, flirty bachelors in the entire school?
“hey, where’s peter?” sirius whispered as slughorn cleared his throat, signaling the beginning of his lesson.
“he’s sick,” you blurted.
“yep! food poisoning. he thinks it was the raspberry jam,” sirius added.
james’s face dropped. “i ate the raspberry jam!”
you kicked james’s shin. you pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “he’s getting the crystal phials, jamie. c’mon, keep up.”
james blushed, pulling back. remus sighed. first sirius, and now james? to be fair, he should’ve known better. you were beautiful and witty and charismatic. he was hardly the first person to fall in love with be interested in you. it was naive to think that you’d just wait around for him to muster up the courage to confess his feelings, if he ever had the courage to.
that wasn’t very gryffindor of him.
slughorn clapped his hands excitedly. “now, page 482 will list the potion ingredients! for those with last year’s edition, make sure you switch out the bay leaves for mandrake leaves; the ingredients list is a little outdated…”
you looked over at james; his wide eyes mirrored yours. “i’ve got it,” you mouthed, knowing james wouldn’t have caught on otherwise. he nodded affirmatively.
lingering slightly longer than the other students, you cursed yourself for overlooking the most important part of this all: storage. you’d successfully obtained four extra mandrake leaves, but you had nowhere to store them. your skirt didn’t have pockets, and it’d be incredibly awkward to stuff them in your shirt.
“miss y/l/n, is everything alright back there?” slughorn called. his heavy footsteps sounded closer and closer to you.
“uh, yes! i had trouble finding the leaves, that’s all!”
when you turned your head around, you found slughorn in front of you with a suspicious expression. “the leaves were previously pulled out so that students wouldn’t have trouble finding them,” he said slowly.
you gulped.
“not to worry, m’dear!” slughorn chortled. “we all have our off days. now, you best get started on your potion.”
you shoved your hand up the sleeve of your robe to hide the large cluster of leaves in your fist, hoping nobody would ask why one of your arms had suddenly disappeared.
when you returned, sirius quirked his head questioningly. you nodded once. pretending to dig through your satchel for a quill, you quietly slipped in the four mandrake leaves.
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“james has been awfully quiet recently,” lily commented offhandedly, brushing her hair in the dormitory mirror. “i think it’s been—what, like three weeks?—since he’s last asked me out.”
mary picked her head up from her focused nail painting and smiled mischievously. “is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“a- a good thing, of course! i don’t want anything to do with him. he’s such a cocky, arrogant, know-it-all,” lily huffed.
“and what about you?” dorcas watched as you began to fiddle with your fingers. “you haven’t been as chatty as usual. is there something going on between you two?”
lily stiffened.
“no, godric no! we’re not like that at all.”
lily visibly relaxed.
marlene gasped. “oh my merlin, is it sirius? he’s been so weird during quidditch practices lately, and i always see you two whispering and… y’know,” she waggled her eyebrows. “you’ve been very affectionate as of late.”
you groaned, covering your face and throwing yourself backward on your bed. “argh, why does everyone think i’m getting with james or sirius? there’s literally nothing that could-”
“don’t you start,” lily chided. “even remus noticed! it can’t be a coincidence that he got all grumpy at the same time you started getting closer to james and sirius. he’s obviously jealous!”
you giggled nervously. “jealous? w- why would he be jealous?”
dorcas moaned, dragging it on in frustration. “i swear, you’re so thick sometimes! remus likes you; he has for like, forever!”
you threw your hands in the air. “no, he hasn’t! he would’ve said something if he did. plus, he’s been ignoring me for weeks. if he liked me, why would he act like i’ve contracted the plague? every time i try talking to him, he has some flimsy excuse to avoid me and that’s no way to treat somebody you ‘like.’”
marlene slammed her hand on her knee. “i am this close,” she pinched her fingers together, “to slapping the stupid out of you! he’s jealous! do i have to spell it out for you? j-e-a-l-”
“i know how to spell jealous!” you snapped. “sorry, it’s just- i really miss him, y’know? i don’t know how to fix this when he won’t even let me explain.”
“bloody hell…” lily set her hairbrush down. “you like remus, don’t you!” she pointed to you excitedly.
“no, i don’t! what are y’talking about?” you screeched, jumping up and scrambling away from your gleeful friends. “nooo! leave me alone!”
“aha! you so do! you like remus!” mary screamed, clapping her hands.
“you miss him, don’t you? you miss your loverboy?” marlene pressed her hands to her heart and pretended to swoon.
dorcas jumped up and down. “does this mean we get to play matchmaker?”
you shrieked, waving your hands in dissent. “no! you can’t tell him! please don’t tell him, it’ll ruin everything. and james, sirius, and peter will have to deal with it too—oh, just please keep it a secret.”
the girls looked disappointed but agreed. lily sighed understandingly. “we’ll let you handle it at your own speed. but that doesn’t mean we won’t bother you about it!”
you were in the middle of a complaint when you heard glass shattering. your head turned towards the sound immediately, eyebrows furrowing. when you opened the door, you saw shards of—what was that? crystal phial pieces were on the ground right outside your door.
peter.
it must’ve been peter. peter was a notorious gossip. if he’d heard anything…
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“i heard something!” peter announced triumphantly to james and sirius. remus, as usual, had been left out of the equation.
“hey, where you all headed off to?” remus looked up from his book, already knowing the answer. his friends were going somewhere—anywhere, really—that was without him.
sirius cleared his throat. “erm, peter is having problems with his-”
“-menstruation!” james clarified, much to the horror of his three friends.
“excuse me?” remus and peter said in tandem.
james coughed. “what i mean is…”
“what our pal james here means is that… madam pomfrey gave us detention so now we’re, uh- cleaning the menstruation… products,” sirius lied poorly.
“right,” remus sighed. it was an terrible excuse, and all the marauders knew it, but remus had grown sick of probing his friends for real answers. they had made it clear they wanted nothing to do with him. even you, who had made the most effort to keep in touch with him recently, had clearly put a wall between the two of you. it was like you didn’t trust him anymore, or like you only stayed with him out of pity.
he didn’t have much going for him these days.
“what? what did you hear?” james gasped, jumping to his feet at peter’s entrance. “c’mon, out with it!” james was an infamous gossip.
peter lowered his voice conspiratorily. “i may or may not have heard y/n talk about her huge crush on moony!”
“what?” james shouted. sirius slapped a hand over james’ mouth as his shocked exclamation echoed around the potions dungeons.
“godric, shut up, would you?” sirius snipped.
“that’s rich, coming from you.” james mumbled the best he could from behind sirius’ hand.
“and this just confirms my theory that remus is jealous! even lily thinks so,” peter said smugly. he set down three crystal phials (and pulled a fourth replacement from his pocket) before crossing his arms in satisfaction.
“what?” james whisper-shouted. “jealous? why would moony be jealous?”
“beacuse,” sirius drawled sarcastically, “he likes her. nah, that’s an understatement. are you bloody daft? he’s been in love with her since second year!”
james’ jaw dropped. “no way!”
peter rubbed his temple. he opened his mouth, probably to say something sarcastic, but was interrupted by a new presence.
“hello, folks!” you chirped, more bubbly than usual.
“what’s up with you?” sirius probed, taking note of the way your lips were forcibly pressed together as you tried to hide a sneaky smile.
“oh, nothing. i’m just… having a good day, ‘s all!
“hey, can i talk to you?” it was dinner, and after a good meal, remus finally decided to talk to you. he jogged after you as he saw you leaving the great hall, planning on confronting you. well, it wasn’t as much of a confrontation as it was a need for reassurance.
“oh, of course! is something wrong?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through pinched eyebrows. he loomed over you—as he did most people; remus was extremely tall—and you craned your neck to look him in the eyes, subconsciously stepping backward until you found your spine pressed against the cool stone brick.
remus’ heart twisted slightly. for some reason, he felt guilty for making you worry. “everything’s fine, love. i was just wondering- well, you and the boys have been busy lately. and last time we talked, the subject was-”
remus was cut off by the sound of a clique of giggling first years, presumably making their way back to their dorms. their footsteps slowed momentarily as one of them pointed towards you, eliciting another wave of giggles and whispers. you realized that to an outsider, it would seem as if you and remus were an impatient couple having their way with each other right outside the doorway of the great hall.
remus seemed to have come to the same realization because he pulled you a little closer and shielded you from the curious first years, ushering you into a quieter corridor. he breathed shakily, continuing where he’d left off. “the subject of our last conversation was… unusual and perhaps distressing, i know. and i just- the last thing i want to do is make you uncomfortable, and you’ve been avoiding me and i just have to know if i’ve done anything wrong? would you- of course, i don’t blame you if you want some space, or to not see me again; i don’t expect any kindness from you and you don’t owe me any-”
“remus fucking john bloody lupin, don’t you dare go there; to think so lowly of me,” you grinned, “is truly hurtful, it really is. you’ll never be rid of me, remus lupin. even if you were a dementor—actually, that’s not- ah, well you get my point.”
remus smiled softly. he raised an eyebrow. “i don’t think so; can you repeat that for me?”
you made a disappointed face at him, crossing your arms. “fine, be that way. y’know, i don’t get all mushy-gushy with just anyone, so don’t push it!”
remus snorted. “‘mushy-gushy…’ damn it, you’re so adorable,” he mumbled to himself.
“what was that? can you repeat that for me?” you repeated remus’ words in the same tone he’d used just before.
remus blushed. “alright, that’s enough now. just… i hope you know that you can talk to me about anything, okay?”
it was like you were melting in the richness of his sweet gaze. “okay,” you whispered.
that turned out to be entirely untrue. “i’ve got the dew, and remus is still none the wiser!” you bragged, holding out a pristine glass, which did in fact, contain dew untouched by sunlight nor human feet.
“in no way do i mean to doubt your excellence and incredible skill,” sirius marveled, “but how in godric’s great name did you manage to pull that one off?”
“i didn’t say you needed me for no reason, now did i?” you smirked, referring back to the night in the library where sirius had doubted your dedication to the animagus plan. “but, if you must know, being slughorn’s favorite does have its perks.”
james visibly recoiled. your eyes widened. “no, not like that, james! ugh, you’re disgusting! i asked for after-class dungeon access and apparently, there’s a good source of structured water in one of the office crevices.”
peter whooped. “you broke into an office too? sick!” he was busy celebrating your achievement before he sat up with a realization. “oh, and i’ve got the chrysalises as well!” he pulled out a slightly squished sachet. “sorry, i may have sat on it.”
sirius licked his lips, admiring peter’s treasure. “death’s-head dawk moths… i don’t understand how you two are getting these things!”
it was peter’s turn to gloat. “hagrid owed me a favor,” he said cryptically.
james flipped through a couple pages of the book you’d been following along with. “right, so we put the leaves in and one of our hairs… then a teaspoon of the dew… and then the chrysalis after seven days. after seven days? we’ve miscalculated!”
the room burst into panicked chaos. if only remus was here to sort out the problem, as he usually would.
“it’s fine, we can just do the first steps today and come back next week.”
“but where would we store the phials?”
“what if someone takes them?”
“what if they break?”
“if we misread this step, who’s to say we haven’t messed up the others?”
“stop it!” you shouted. “just spit out the damn leaf. i’ll come back next week since i have dungeons access; in the meanwhile, we’ll store it in that crevice i found.”
the three marauders sighed in relief. as you began the potion process, you heard sirius whimper.
“my hair! i have to pull out my hair!”
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“i thought we were going to the library today?” remus smiled nervously from the common room couch as he watched you scramble to pack up your belongings much more hastily than someone who should’ve been on their way to spend a relaxing afternoon with their best friend.
you winced. “oh merlin, i’m so sorry, rem. i totally forgot; i’m actually busy. like, right at this exact moment, unfortunately. so i won’t be able to make it.” you smiled thinly.
remus’ faint smile fell—no, collapsed—into an insecure frown. “b- but we talked about this just yesterday! i don’t understand… i thought everything was good between us? are you sure i haven’t- there’s really nothing going on?” unbeknownst to you, remus’ mind had been overanalyzing every interaction with you every night since you’d left his room in an unusually negative matter during your potions study session.
“no, you’ve been wonderful, rem. but, i really should get going! i have to tutor somebody. erm, it’s malfoy.”
remus narrowed his eyes. “you’re tutoring lucius? in what subject? are you sure that’s a good idea? you know he’s a-”
“i’ve got it, alright!” you snapped. you took a step back instantly, placing distance between you and remus. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know where that came from. i’ve been a little frazzled recently, i’m so sorry,” you mumbled, glancing behind your back at remus one final time before running out the portrait hole.
remus bit his lip. don’t cry, he chided, that’s stupid. there’s no reason to fucking cry. remus couldn’t help it, though. it was true that you’d been frazzled, but it seemed to only be around remus. you were perfectly content spending time with the other marauders; in fact, it seemed like you’d been spending more time with his friends than he had. you’d never been that close to them before! and lucius? lucius malfoy, the pureblood snob with perfect grades? you were clearly lying about something. that made two people—james and now, you.
as you descended the stairs to the dungeons, head whipping around cautiously as you slipped pass the slytherin common room entrance, you shook your head sadly. you were a horrible liar, and you knew you could only keep up the facade for so long before remus started to suspect something. it was by sheer luck that he hadn’t already found out you and the other marauders’ plan.
you tried to calm the feeling of your stomach dropping to the ground by calculating the steps you’d have to take in the next few days to brew the potions. you mumbled the instructions to yourself. “seven days with the chrysalis… we visit back on thursday… electrical storm… red… bloody hell!”
it was lucius—the real lucius—in front of you, protected by his slytherin gang. you nodding in greeting, hoping to simply turn away and go about your business, but of course, that was unrealistic.
“litle y/n…” lucius raised his eyebrows. “what are you doing down here, all alone, by the dungeons? waiting for someone, perhaps?”
you batted your eyelashes and plastered on a fake smile. “lucius. bellatrix. barty. fancy seeing the three of you here,” you deflected.
bellatrix sneered. “i didn’t realize we were on a first-name basis, itty gryffindor.”
barty nodded along, always ready to agree with bellatrix. “yeah, that’s pretty bold of you.”
“well, i’m a gryffindor, am i not? bold is implied with the house.”
“your house,” lucius mocked. “might i remind you, you’re on slytherin grounds. i’d watch your back, if i were you.”
“oh yeah? and what’s that supposed to mean, lucius?” you spat.
“nothing at all, darling,” bellatrix intervened smoothly, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards maliciously. “but surely, you know how things are these days… your type ought to be more cautious.”
you glared at her, eyes wandering her face as if to memorize it. you gave no time to barty or lucius. bellatrix had always been, and still was the one in charge.
clutching your wand a little tighter, you turned your back on the three and continued to the dungeons, feeling their stares linger on your back. against your will, you shivered.
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you and peter were both sitting on the floor of the boy’s dorm, sketching and pointing excitedly to a piece of parchment containing weather diagrams that you’d begged professor sinstra for. james who had just taken a shower—evidenced by his fogged up glasses and unruly curls—was grumbling to sirius about how quidditch practice had been canceled due to the lightning storm predicted for tomorrow.
sirius was hardly listening, rubbing oils into the roots of his hair.
“hey, save some for me!” james scolded. sirius had recently gotten james hooked on haircare.
you and peter snickered at the petty argument, prompting sirius to turn around and stick his tongue out at you. that was the scene remus walked in on—his four friends laughing and lounging around his room, without him.
remus cleared his throat. all four sets of eyes shot over to him, who didn’t even bother to hide his hurt. it was bad enough that his three best friends had spent nearly an entire month excluding him, but to see you replacing the fourth spot meant for him? to see you become closer to his three friends than you’d ever been with him? remus thought it would be stupid to cry before this, but now, it seemed like a justified reaction.
“h- hey,” he rasped, swallowing thickly and clutching the strap of his satchel. his knuckles grew pale.
you froze, watching as remus took in what was before him. james, half-naked with a towel slung low around his waist, sirius, preening in front of a mirror, and peter, who was huddled closer to you than remus had been for a month. you were completely unfazed by it all.
remus could feel his heart crumble. how many times had you been with an undressed james for it to become a casual sight for you? how often had you been seeing sirius that watching him in all his handsomeness didn’t draw as much as a blush from you? how much had you and peter been touching this past month to make the sliver of space between you into a comfortable norm? and how come, in all the years remus had been your best friend, he’d never made it this far?
it was impossible not to see the tremble of remus’ bottom lip, which he bit harshly, before he turned on his heel and left the dorm with a slamming of the door. you scrambled to your feet immediately, chasing after him.
“remus!”
he said nothing.
“rem, where are you going? hey, come back!” you had begun running in order to keep up to remus’ long strides, catching him just before the portrait hole closed.
“sorry, i’ve… got homework,” he lied.
“no, you don’t. you did it all on monday, i watched you. don’t lie to me, rem-”
“lie to you?” remus hissed, turning around forcefully and grabbing your forearm. “lie? like you’ve been lying to me for over a month? like you and peter and sirius and james? it’s fine if you like my friends; you can like whoever you want. but you didn’t even have the decency to tell me. you’ve just ignored me—and now you’re lying to me!” remus watched as guilty tears formed on your waterline. “don’t fucking cry, damn it. y- you don’t get to pretend to be all innocent when you’re the one who did this. you did this to us. i don’t even- what even are we, y/n?”
he used your name.
as seemingly insignificant as it was, that was what pushed you over the edge. remus let go of you and continued to the library as if nothing had happened, but he was battling his own tears. his tipping point had been the sound of your sniffles.
･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.
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“like real people do” LITERALLY CRUSHED ME. i love eddie a little more every time i read ur fics
😭😭😭 you just made my night that is such a nice compliment i’m crying
thank u for including it in your eddie fic recs!!!!
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Wizarding World
James Potter
Due to the sheer size that is my accumulated collection of James, he had to get a whole post for himself. The prick.
Remus Lupin
Angel by @rosaline-black
You're Losing Me by @astonishment
i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me by @mangomonk
i caught myself by @mangomonk
shy!reader and remus meet by @luveline
Born a Party Girl by @lizpottersworld
Not so Secret Admirer by @kquil
it'd be an honor by @patrophthia
skirts by @flwrbo
Beyond Rumours by @ladylokilaufeyson5
Comfort Zone by @bruh--wtf
green with envy by @sombernstarless
if i ever talk to you that way by @vxntagedior
protective james by @of-many-fandomss
Prettiest girl at Hogwarts by @kitkathockey
over the influence by @bruisedboys
Remus takes shy!reader shopping by @bruisedboys
an encounter by @lovableapocalypse
paparazzi by @lushaletta
mouse by @siriuslovebot
Dear Prudence by @once-upon-an-imagine
Regulus Black
Green and Silver by @futurewriter2000
fools in love by @sarahisslytherin
nobody knows what i see by @cupidddd-d
Manipulating Death by @morganalatina21
She a Fighter by @stylesparker
picnic by @morwap
Sirius Black
Sweet Rubish by @shadowbriar
two ghost by @bellatrixscurls
Sirius Black x slytherin!reader by @moonstruckme
"did sirius black just wink at you?" by @ginevrapng
sirius black is such a slut for attention by @ddejavvu
Right Where You Left Me by @in-my-feels-probably
play stupid games, win stupid prizes by @perpetuallydaydreaming
sycamore girl by @patrophthia
apparition accident by @mediocre-daydreams
sleepy by @luveline
flowers by @robynlilyblack
and we run by @evermoreal
it's the hair by @ddejavvu
call it what you want by @velvetcloxds
dote on me by @yellow-berrys
you're not comfy by @siriusblacksjacket
Hourglass by @ancient-vivarium
a little piece of heaven by @kquil
Newt Scamander
Two of a Feather by @valkyriepirate
Happenstances by @valkyriepirate
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don’t come over yet. i still need to set the table and finish dinner, but the cake is ready. it’s frosted with pink hearts and now my apartment smells like my favorite bakery. but if you do come before the meal is done, i’ve peeled fruit and arranged summer’s candy on a platter with cheese and crackers. i’ll play music too; the weather is cool, so the windows are open. i can’t wait to see you
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▸ REVERII'S DECEMBER FIC RECS
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sirius black
aren't promises meant to be broken? ⇢ @perpetuallydaydreaming
style. ⇢ @bealovesmarauders
his favorite neighbour. ⇢ @kquil
attention. ⇢ @/kquil
right where i want to be. ⇢ @appocalipse
the dark night. ⇢ @bruisedboys
oblivious. ⇢ @bitesizedgremlin
regulus black
hidden messages in foreign languages. ⇢ @applebutter-and-cinnamon
vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche. ⇢ @/deactivated
his last letter. ⇢ @hamlets-ak
tricks and charms. ⇢ @curseofaphrodite
across the sea. ⇢ @/curseofaphrodite
the night we met. ⇢ @/curseofaphrodite
frosted practices. ⇢ @henqtic
remus lupin
by tired hands. ⇢ @luveline
skirts. @flwrbo
not so secret admirer. @/kquil
you're losing me. @astonishment
never his. @weasleykisses
wherever you stray i follow. @mediocre-daydreams
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A bath cleanses all mediocrity - veritas ratio
Where the alabaster-headed man enjoys his weekly bathing session with his lover.
~700 words, SFW
Seeing the tips of his purple locks faintly dip into the peony-scented water as he leans down to kiss you, and feeling his slightly fastened heartbeat from the heat make its presence in your ears when you lay your head on his chest. It was everything you desired for and more, just spending some time alone, away from the mutters of fellow scholars and researchers, or the buzzing of mechanisms and new technologies the Intelligentsia Guild had invented.
The soft swishes of bathwater awoke you from your little daydream. You look up, seeing the peaceful face of the scholar you loved. Veritas’ eyes were lidded with serenity, a rare thing he experienced before meeting you. Though, his lips were still slightly pursed with irritation. It wasn’t easy for the doctor to relax at all. This was a weekly habit of yours, bathing together in much-needed silence. Solitude, even.
It was intimate, but not in a sexual way, soft hands brushed across your abdomen like how a painter’s brush would delicately dance on top of a canvas, you were the canvas in his eyes. In fact, you were the only thing in his eyes at that moment. With his ceramic book placed aside, he focused all his senses on the only form of lifeform that could purge all mediocrity…
You.
The same lips that part to say the most candid and cynical words of Veritas Ratio’s now take a softer turn at things, the man himself letting out a low chuckle at the peaceful scene before him. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he drawled, intertwining his fingers with yours , watching the ripples dance around your hands while you attempted to sneak more glances at him, pausing when he finally notices. You blushed, taken off guard by his moment of boldness. Veritas doesn't usually show a lot of affection, unless both of you have had a bad day, or when he eventually gets outsmarted by Aventurine and downs a drink with aphrodisiacs slipped in it. Slim chances.
It’s not like he doesn’t love you, he just shows it in his own way. On late nights when he returns home from a trip to his homeworld, he crosses his arms and sighs while rolling his eyes when he sees your sleeping form, freeing one arm to gently flick your forehead as he sets his alabaster headpiece aside, joining you in the covers. On days where you manage to convince him to step away from his studies “for just ten minutes” and go on a date, he reluctantly lets you loop your arms around his own.
Veritas always speaks the truth, no matter the aftermath. He believes that praises should only be given to those who deserve it, not out of courtesy or politeness. He’s given more praise to you than all the students combined in his class. Some say he’s a cold and apathetic lecturer who’ll do anything to fail his students; to be honest, you were the first one who perceived him differently. There’s no cliche “love at first sight” story like the ones portrayed in the Penaconian movie theatres between you two; One day, you just decided to sign up for his classes just to get a taste of how “harsh” this new professor's teachings would be. Needless to say, with enough warnings of “unauthorised speaking in lectures” and “frequent displays of mild idiocy” ,you two began to grow closer and closer together.
A snap of his fingers draws you back to reality again. The bubbles on top of the water begin to disappear, as the petals originally scattered on top begin to slowly drop to the bottom of the tub. Once Veritas finished draining out all the water, you’re once again reminded of how annoyingly handsome his face is. The smug smile that hangs on his face day and night when he isn’t scowling or frowning, fingers extending towards your own as his other hand fixes the towel around his waist.
“Come on, let’s go tidy ourselves up before getting to work.”
You smile and place a chaste kiss on his cheek
“...”
“Nevermind, it seems as though my new box of chalk has arrived. I’ll take my leave.”
Looks like he’s still the Veritas Ratio that you know and love.
#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#star rail x reader#dr ratio x reader#veritas ratio x reader#ratio x reader#honkai star rail dr ratio#hsr dr ratio#hsr oneshots#dr ratio x yn#dr ratio x you#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail imagines#rina's writings!
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It's His Birthday
It's His Birthday
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 5.7k
Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader
Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.
Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)
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A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!
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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.
Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.
You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.
"Hey, can we open up a tab?"
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.
"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."
The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.
"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"
"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.
"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."
You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.
"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"
Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."
You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.
"There you go! I hope he likes it."
Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.
"He's gonna love it, thanks."
You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.
You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.
The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.
When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.
"Another round of beers for you guys?"
He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"
Chris nodded.
"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.
You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.
"Hi."
You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.
"Hi."
He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."
You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.
"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"
A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.
"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"
You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.
"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.
The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"I…um."
He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."
You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.
"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."
You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.
"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."
You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.
You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.
"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."
The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"
He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"
"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."
"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.
"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.
"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.
"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.
"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."
Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"
"Yeah, him."
You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.
You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.
"Hey!"
You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"
He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"
"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.
"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.
"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.
"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.
"I was trying to ask her to join us."
"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."
Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"
You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."
His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."
As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.
"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."
You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.
Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"
"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"
"Does that mean you can drink with me?"
"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.
"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.
You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.
"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."
You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.
You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.
Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.
"Uh, thanks?"
The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.
"What are these?"
You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."
The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.
"Did you have a good night?"
He grinned at you. "I had a great night."
You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.
"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.
He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.
You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.
"Do you…also live this way?"
He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."
"What? Why not?"
He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."
"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.
"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.
"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.
"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.
"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"
"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"
You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.
"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."
"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.
It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.
You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.
You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.
You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.
"Holy shit, are you okay?"
"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?
"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."
"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.
You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.
You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…
Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.
He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.
"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.
"Yeah?"
"Would…you like to come upstairs?"
He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.
"Do you want me to come upstairs?"
You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."
He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.
"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.
You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.
He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.
You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.
"Come on!"
You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.
The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.
"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.
You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.
"Oh god, yes."
He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.
"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.
You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.
You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.
You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.
"Your turn."
"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.
"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.
You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.
"Do you work out a lot or something?"
He laughed at your stunned comment.
"Something like that, yeah."
You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.
His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.
He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.
Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.
"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.
The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.
"Really? Anything?"
You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"
"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.
You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.
"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."
He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.
"Can you sit on my face? …please."
A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.
"That's what you want?"
He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.
"I'm in. How do you want me?"
His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.
"Come here and grab onto the headboard."
A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.
"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.
As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.
You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.
"Right there, oh god ."
You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.
You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.
"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."
He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."
"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.
You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.
You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.
You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.
The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.
Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.
You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.
You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.
You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.
You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.
You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.
His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.
"Hey."
You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.
"Hey."
" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.
"Round two already? I'm impressed."
He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.
You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.
He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.
"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.
You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.
"Yes."
He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.
You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.
Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.
You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.
"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."
"Oh, fuck."
The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.
A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.
Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.
"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.
"Happy Birthday."
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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~
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