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#people who don't know lily thinks she's a celebrity or something

il-miele-che-scrive · 1 month

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the one where Carlos is spotted at a certain singer's concert

y/nofficial Gracias por la noche maravillosa, España❤️‍🔥Te quiero mucho

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username1 Te amamos, Y/n ❤️❤️

username2 Estoy enamorada de ti 😍

username3 But can any of you tell me what was Carlos Sainz doing at the concert? 🤔

↳username4 Who? Is he like famous or something?

username3 GIRL-

username3 He's a Formula One driver... And currently single may I add

↳username5 I mean it's not like it's a secret that Y/n and Carlos know each other

username3 Wait, really? How do I find out about that just now?

username5 Y/n and Lando are in the same friend group literally, last winter break there were gossips going around about Lando dating Lily, Magui, Y/n, but they're all just one big friend group. Long story short Lando dragged Carlos to Y/n's concert

username3 How did I not hear about this 😭

username5 Well, maybe you just aren't on Tiktok, I hardly ever see people talk about this stuff outside of Tiktok

username3 That would explain a lot

username5 Yeah and they aren't very flashy with their friendship anyway, Y/n would sometimes appear in Romeo's post or be seen hanging out with Lando and Max but that's it

username3 Damn, to be a rich kid

landonorris we all know who that heart is for...

↳y/nofficial For the Spanish, obviously

landonorris for the spanish certainly

username5 Lando pls go be a menace somewhere else

username3 For the SPANISH?

username4 The concert was in Spain lol in case you can't read yet

username3 Yeah but you know who's Spanish? Carlos Sainz, that's right

username6 So Lando and Carlos went to that concert?

↳username7 It seems so, they were both seen there

↳username8 Someone said Lando DRAGGED Carlos there and I'm willing to believe it 😂

username9 I remember that live where Lando was unhinged and said Y/n is Carlos' celebrity crush 🤣 I don't think that's a coincidence

↳username10 The devil works hard but Lando Norris works harder

carlossainz55 Hermosa❤️ *this comment was deleted*

username11 WE SAW THAT, CARLITO 📸

↳username8 Saw what? 👀

username11 He commented "hermosa" but deleted it already 🤭

username10 Bro forgot to switch to his fangirl account😭

y/nofficial Don't worry, going back on tour soon, had to take a little break to enjoy time with my new boyfriend whom I love very much

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landonorris that's not quite what soft launching means

↳y/nofficial What do you mean? Can you see his face? Can you tell who he is? Exactly. So it's soft launching

landonorris I know EXACTLY who it is

username1 Don't be shy Lando, tell us, we can keep a secret...

username2 Betting my right hand that it's Sainz

↳username3 Prepare to lose a hand lol

username2 Why? It's clearly him

username3 Doesn't he have a race like tomorrow?

username2 Nope, it's summer break

username4 IT'S SUMMER BREAK AND HE'S SPENDING IT WITH HIS NEW GF Y/N🥰🥰

francisca.cgomes You're glowing lately ✨🩷

↳y/nofficial Oh, that's just the boyfriend effect 👹

username5 LMAO I LOVE HER

username6 i'm on my knees 🧎🧎🧎

↳username1 Lmaooo is that Carlos' fangirl account?

username3 Does he have one?

username1 I don't know, I'm joking, but if he did actually have an account like this, I can see him commenting this kinda stuff

username7 ngl guys I don't like her vibe, she has bad, dirty energy

↳username2 Stfu it's not like you ever had a chance with Carlos

↳username8 She has a bad vibe, because...? Because she took your man? Now your chances with him went even lower than 0?

username9 I get what people mean, she barely ever smiles, looks so grumpy on all photos

↳username1 I once had a chance to meet Y/n, she's actually a sweet angel!!

↳username3 She's just the normal black cat gf (and Carlos is the golden retriever boyfriend🥰)

↳username10 Trust me, she's that kind of person who seems angry/upset all the time, but when you approach them they're the nicest person you could ever talk to

username11 It's called a resting bitch face, I also have that 😭

username10 Same!!! People keep asking if I'm alright, but that's just the way my face looks lol

username12 Carlos bagged a baddie, I hope they never break up

↳username3 Never break up? Firstky they gotta make it official cuz for now we don't even know if that's Carlos

romeobeckham you're in love, we got it 🤮

↳landonorris yeah, she doesn't have to be so flashy about it, right?

romeobeckham literally

romeobeckham she never posts us, but the moment she gets a boyfriend everyone needs to know

landonorris did you see how on the previous post people were surprised we're friends?

romeobeckham maybe they wouldn't be if @/y/nofficial ever posted us

y/nofficial How about no? ❤️

landonorris you owe us

romeobeckham and you better pay up y/n

y/nofficial Chill out guys 😭 I'm getting us all out for dinner, how about that?

landonorris deal 🤝

romeobeckham i guess 🙄

username13 She owes them for what? 😏

↳username14 Probably for hooking her up with Carlos lol I wish it was a joke

carlossainz55 Cooking up love and filling our hearts up with songs that speak to our souls. Te amo, mi vida

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y/nofficial Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar❤️‍🔥

↳carlossainz55 I think they can, I really like the latest release

username1 I KNEW THE NEWEST SONG WAS ABOUT CARLOS I KNEW IT

username2 "In a world full of noise you've become my favorite song" 😭😭 of course it was about Carlos

username3 New parents alert and I love them

↳username2 I just hope they will never divorce like my real parents did

landonorris congrats or something for finally having the balls to announce it

↳y/nofficial Shut up or you're banned from the dinner

landonorris you can't ban me, if not for me you and Carlos wouldn't be together

↳carlossainz55 You should find a girlfriend too sometime

landonorris you told me the same thing a few years ago and it didn't work out, I guess I won't be taking any more love advice from you

username4 THE THIRD PIC I LOVE IT

↳y/nofficial The ribbon makes him so babygirl🩷🎀

username7 If she's usually the black cat, someone has to be the babygirl in this relationship

username5 I want a simp boyfriend in mi vida

username6 She made him a playlist 🥺 I wonder if it's her songs or love songs in general

↳y/nofficial There's some Adele, some Taylor Swift, some Shakira, just a bunch of romantic songs🫶

username7 Noooo I imagine them dancing to all these love songs while cooking and my single heart cries 😭 so happy for them, but I also what this kind of romance for myself

francisca.cgomes Can't wait to see Y/n in the paddock

↳y/nofficial Back at you!!

francisca.cgomes Matching outfits. What do you say?

y/nofficial I SAY LET'S DO IT

↳username8 They're about to become my favorite wag duo

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 social media au #Carlos Sainz x reader #Carlos Sainz fanfic #Carlos Sainz imagine #Carlos Sainz smau #Carlos Sainz Social media au

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lixzey · 5 months

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Hey! Maybe you could write Remus Lupin x Fem Reader seven minutes in heaven fluff;)

a/n: This is the longest work i've ever written, so I hope you enjoy it! Very special thanks to @lilmaymayy for betaing this 🫶

word count: 7.2k

seven minutes to forever

The Gryffindor common room was ablaze with excitement as the Gryffindors celebrated their recent Quidditch victory against Slytherin. Waterloo by ABBA blared from the record player—courtesy of your best friend, Lily Evans. There were streamers of red and gold, along with a large banner with the words Gryffindor painted in red. There was a large table with sandwiches, cakes, pasties, and Honeydukes sweets, as well as a huge bowl of very suspicious-looking punch along with bottles of butterbeer and firewhiskey scattered around.

James Potter, the star Quidditch captain, was being hoisted onto the shoulders of his teammates as they chanted his name. Among the crowd, you spotted Sirius Black doing a little victory dance, while Peter Pettigrew was enthusiastically shovelling food onto his plate, and Remus Lupin was leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying the sight of his friends.

You turned your attention back to your friends, who danced along to the beat of the song. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your friends enjoying the night.

“Having fun, Y/n/n?” Lily asked as she twirled around.

“I am,” you chuckled, swaying your hips to the beat.

“You’re rocking that skirt, Y/n.” Marlene complimented.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you tugged on your skirt, still wondering how you ended up being coerced into wearing a form-fitting black leather skirt from Mary’s closet. “It’s awfully short, and it keeps riding up my thighs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n!” Mary chastised, swatting your hands away from the hem of the skirt. “You have the hips for it, and it makes your arse look good.”

You laughed and shook your head, knowing there was no arguing with Mary when it came to fashion. “Well, if you say so-” You were cut off by a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

You rolled your eyes at the sight of Sirius Black trying to flirt with you. Sirius Black, the notorious ladies’ man and troublemaker, had always had a way of getting under your skin. His cocky smile and arrogance made you want to roll your eyes and give him a piece of your mind every time he came near you.

"Seriously, Black, can't you give it a rest?" you snapped, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

“But come on, love, you can't deny that I'm the most charming bloke around,” Sirius said, flashing his signature grin.

Rolling your eyes again, you huffed, "Charming? More like insufferable. I've had enough of your sorry excuse for compliments.”

Sirius chuckled, unbothered by your rejection. “I'll have you know that I can be quite serious when the situation calls for it.”

You scoffed. “The only thing serious about you is your name. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to your nonsense.”

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, your friends trailing behind you.

“What the fuck was that, Y/n?” Mary asked with a raised brow.

“What? It’s not like I haven’t turned him down before.”

Mary scoffed. “Don’t tell me you still believe in finding your soulmate.”

You raised a brow at Mary. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Well, I just don’t believe in that fairy-tale rubbish. Soulmates and true love—it's all a load of nonsense if you ask me,” Mary replied, shaking her head. “I just don't see how one person can be destined for another. There are billions of people in the world; it seems impossible that there's just one person meant for each of us.”

“Mary’s right,” Lily agreed. “And even if soulmates do exist, how do you know you'll ever find yours?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know; I just think there’s someone out there for everyone. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I like to believe in the idea of soulmates and true love. It gives me hope, you know?”

“Come on, Y/n, be real. When the hell are you going to find the one if you keep turning down every guy who tries to ask you out?” Lily asked with an exasperated sigh.

You rolled your eyes, turning to face the redhead. “I don’t know; maybe when sparks fly?”

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and when you turned to look, sparks were flying literally out of the record player. Remus Lupin stood there frozen, his cheeks flushing from all the unwanted attention on him.

Your eyes locked into his; you felt as if time slowed down around you and everyone else just faded from view.

“What the bloody hell happened, Moony?” James Potter’s voice rang out, snapping you out of your trance.

“N-Nothing, I-I’ve just pulled the needle too early.” Remus stumbled on his words, his eyes not leaving yours.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Remus’ embarrassment, but you couldn’t deny the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. As the chaos of the common room continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Remus, who had turned back to the record player to fix the problem.

“Come on, everybody! Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!” Sirius announced, trying to redirect the attention away from Remus.

You found yourself being tugged along by Lily, who insisted that you join in on the fun.

“Come on, Y/n, it’ll be a laugh! Plus, who knows, you might end up with your soulmate in the closet.” Lily teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, shut it, Evans.” You groaned inwardly, not liking the idea of being locked in a closet with someone for seven minutes, but nonetheless, you followed your friends into the centre of the room, where an empty firewhiskey bottle was set up in the middle of a circle.

“Okay, so whoever the neck and the base of the bottle stops at has to spend seven minutes in the broom closet,” Sirius explained, pointing to the closet near the portrait hole. “You go first, Prongs,” Sirius said, passing the bottle to James with a smirk.

James spun the bottle, and it miraculously landed on Lily, which made her scowl and cross her arms over her chest. “I am not getting in that closet with you, Potter.”

“Come on, Evans, I didn’t make rules.”

“Go on, Lils,” you urged, a sly smirk plastered on your lips. “Rules are rules.”

Lily’s scowl deepened as she glared at you. “Fine.” Lily stomped towards the closet, James trailing behind her with a wide grin while the rest burst into a fit of giggles and cheers—including you, knowing that Lily would hex James into the next century if he tried anything.

A little while later, James came out of the closet rubbing his cheek an effect you know so well—Lily had hit him with stinging hexes.

“You alright?” Marlene asked, trying not to laugh at the look on Lily’s face as she sat between the two of you.

“Shut up.” Lily hissed, rolling her eyes. “Potter called me carrot top!”

“Alright, who’s next?” Sirius asked, trying to get the game going by spinning the bottle again. Your eyes followed the bottle as it spun around, anxiously waiting to see whether you were the next victim or not. This time it landed on you, and the other side was at Remus.

“My, my, my! Look who we have next!” Sirius announced loudly.

When the realisation set in that you would have to spend seven minutes with Remus Lupin in a small, hot, cramped closet, your cheeks flushed. Remus’s face began to match yours as the rest of the boys began to cheer—the girls even joining in—Lily had the same sly smirk you had just minutes ago.

“Go on, Y/n/n,” Lily urged, pushing you to stand. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus stand up with a defeated sigh and make his way to you while the rest of the Marauders teased him.

Remus looked at you with an apologetic smile, his hand out, ready to help you up. You looked from your friends to the group and finally up to Remus, your eyes meeting his. Remus’ brown hair framed his face perfectly; he had long silver scars littering his face down to his neck, but he still looked as handsome as ever.

Remus crouched down beside you, his lips a few inches away from your ear, his hand out for you to take. “We don't have to do this, you know? We can just sit back down and let someone else-”

“No, no, it's alright, let’s do this”. You whispered back, taking his warm hand into yours. Everyone started to cheer, with your friends and the Marauders being the loudest of the lot. The two of you made your way into the closet.

“Go get some, Moony!” James laughed, his hands mimicking two people kissing, making Remus groan.

“Only seven minutes, love birds; use them wisely!” Sirius teased as you and Remus stepped inside. The moment the door shut, the two of you were plunged into darkness. You realised how small this closet really was; you were an inch away from being chest-to-chest with Remus.

You could feel Remus shifting in front of you, the air around you becoming warm with the close proximity. You tried to ignore the sight of his face in the dim lighting—chiseled jawline, strong nose, and brown eyes. Why the bloody hell did he have to be so handsome?

“Is it hot in here?” Remus asked, breaking the silence between the two of you as he fanned himself with his hand before fanning you as well. “Are you hot? I mean, you are hot-” You couldn’t help but laugh at what Remus had just said. Although you couldn’t see it, you knew his eyes had widened.

“S-sorry, I-I mean….” Remus stammered. The sound of your giggles made his cheeks feel warm. “I’m not exactly the smoothest bloke out here.” He chuckled nervously.

“Remus, it’s alright; I mean, it is a little stuffy in here.” you assured him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, it is,” Remus agreed before reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wand, and muttering, “Lumos.”

The light filled the small space and made you see the whole closet for the first time. If it were anyone else, you’d be panicking right now, but being with Remus didn’t feel as nerve-wracking.

“Sorry about this, Y/n,” Remus mumbled. “I didn’t think you would have wanted to be stuck in a closet with me.”

You chuckled, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. “It's fine, Remus. I know it's all just a game.”

“Thanks for coming with me here, I-“ Remus gulped, “I appreciate it.”

You raised a brow at him, a coy smile playing on your lips. “Remus, do you even know how many girls are wishing to be in my place right now? Merlin, they even call you the Casanova of Gryffindor tower!”

“Okay,” Remus began to relax, now laughing with you. “But that's just because I'm nice—nice to girls who just so happen to find me cute. Plus, I mean,” he breathed. “It's not like I'd pursue anything with them.”

You cock a brow, your teasing smile only growing as he rushes to defend, “I mean—they're all nice right back to me, but—I just have my eyes on someone else.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at Remus’ words. “Someone else, huh? Who could that be?”

“It’s just...” Remus hesitated, running his hand through his hair nervously. “I just feel like soulmates exist, you know? Maybe it’s stupid, but I can’t help it. I want to believe that there’s someone out there for me. Someone who gets me Someone who makes me feel... complete.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your mind was racing with questions. Were you just reading into things too much? Or was Remus trying to tell you something?

“I don’t think it’s stupid at all, Remus,” you said, your voice soft.

“I believe in soulmates too.” Remus looked up at you, surprised. “You do?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. But before you could utter another word, there was a harsh bang against the closet door, interrupting your thoughts.

“I don't hear any kissing in that closet! Come on, you guys, don't be boring! You have three minutes left!” James’ voice echoed, muffled by the closet door.

You and Remus exchanged a glance before chuckling and shaking your heads.

“You know we don't have to do anything, right? I would never want to pressure you into anything, wizard’s honour,” Remus assured, raising a hand.

You smiled softly at his reassurance. “Eh, it sounds like they want a show. Who are we to deny them of it?” Your cheeks begin to flush, your heart pounding inside of your chest. But his lack of response made you nervous about the forwardness of your comment.

“Maybe we could just...” you gulped. “Make it seem like it.” Remus’ brows knitted in confusion. “You know, just make sounds to make them think,” you explained, hoping he'd understand.

Remus nodded, the confusion leaving his expression. “Right, that's a good idea.”

“Follow my lead.” You chuckled, winking at him.

Remus smirked. “Alright, take the stage.”

Your eyes twinkled with mischief before you banged on the closet door and let out a loud moan. “Oh fuck, Remus!”

“Oh shit, Moony’s getting some!” Sirius’ voice rang out along with loud cheers from everyone else outside the broom closet.

Remus’ eyes widened, clearly not expecting that from you. You jerked your head at him, urging him to do the same.

Remus let out an exaggerated groan: “O-oh, yes, baby girl, so good!”

“Oh Merlin, yes, yes!”

“Pinch me here,” Remus whispered, pointing to his neck. You obliged and pinched his neck lightly.

“Ouch! That hurt, baby girl!” Remus grunted. “You like it rough, huh, baby girl?”

“What in Merlin’s name are they doing?” Lily asked, horrified.

“They’re shagging, Evans; do try and catch up," Sirius said, mouth agape at the sounds coming from the closet.

The two of you continued to put on a performance, making kissing noises, grunts, thumping, and moaning from time to time.

And then, before you knew it, the door was being flung open by Sirius. “Time's up! Come on, you two lovebirds.”

Remus shot up, his face flushed. The two of you had your foreheads pressed together, hands intertwined, and clothes dishevelled. It felt strangely right, like connecting with Remus was something you were meant to do. He pulled you up, and the two of you walked out, avoiding everyone’s gaze, which seemed to be snickering. As soon as the two of you sat down, everyone didn’t waste time teasing both of you as you sat down.

“Remus, you sly dog!” James laughed, clapping Remus on the back.

“Wow, that was intense!” Peter chuckled, looking at you and Remus.

“Yeah, we thought the two of you had gotten lost in there,” Sirius added with a smirk.

“You slag, Y/n L/n!” Mary teased.

“Well, that was quite the show!” Marlene teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I can’t believe you shagged Remus Lupin in a broom closet!” Lily rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You let out a groan and buried your face in your hands in embarrassment. “Can we not talk about this anymore? Move on to the next ones, please!”

“There will be no next, Miss L/n.” A voice said, and everyone in the room fell quiet. You lifted your head from your hands to see Professor McGonagall.

The excited chatter turned to hushed whispers. Everyone in the circle quickly stood up, some nearly toppling over because of the alcohol they consumed.

“This game ends now. If there are any further disruptions, there will be consequences. Is that clear?”

“We were just having some fun, Minnie,” Sirius explained, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Fun is one thing, but disrupting the entire Gryffindor tower is another. I suggest you all clean up this mess and head off to bed,” Professor McGonagall ordered, her stern gaze sweeping over the room.

The room was quickly cleared of food, drinks, and decorations as everyone began to leave, grumbling and complaining about their fun being ruined. You helped Lily, Mary, and Marlene gather the streamers and discarded plates.

“Come on, Y/n/n, let’s head up,” Lily said, nudging you with her elbow. “I doubt Professor McGonagall is done giving her lecture for the night.”

“Yeah, that was a bit reckless, don’t you think?” Marlene added.

You sighed, feeling guilty for being a part of the chaos that had ensued. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, guys.”

“It’s okay; it was all good fun,” Mary assured

You nodded, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment from the game and the moment you had shared with Remus.

“You sure? You’ve been quiet since you and Remus came out of the closet,” Lily teased, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

“Oh, shove off, Evans.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving her.

The four of you made your way up to the girls' dormitory, still reeling from tonight’s high, when someone called from behind you. You looked back only to see Remus jogging up towards you. You looked back at your friends, who were smirking at you before they stepped inside the dormitories—but you knew that they’d be listening from behind the door.

“Uh, hi.” Remus smiled sheepishly.

“Hey, Remus. What's up?” you asked, trying to act unsurprised but feeling the butterflies in your stomach were saying otherwise.

Remus stopped in front of you, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, Y/n. I just wanted to say that I had a great time with you, uh, in the closet. I mean, we made a great team, putting on that show. And, uh, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to do it again? Not the closet, of course, but... hang out, I mean.” He stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

You couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness, feeling a rush of warmth at the thought of spending more time with him. “I'd like that, Remus. I had a good time too,” you replied, feeling a strange flutter in your stomach.

“Great!” Remus grinned, looking relieved. “Um, maybe we could, I don't know, go for a walk by the lake or something? If you want to, that is.”

Before you could answer his question, the door swung open, revealing Lily, Marlene, and Mary peeking out from behind.

“Time to hit the hay, lovebirds!” Mary interrupted, a sly smirk playing on her lips.

Remus chuckled, trying not to be too embarrassed in front of your friends. “Uh, so what do you say?”

“A walk by the lake sounds wonderful, Remus. I’d love to.”

“Great, it’s a date then,” Remus replied, a smile lighting his face. I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, Y/n?”

“Yes, definitely; I’ll see you then.”

You turned to walk up to your friends before giving Remus one last look. “Good night, Remus.” You smiled, leaning against the doorframe, your friends grinning behind you.

Remus smiled, his cheeks flushing pink. “Good night, Y/n.”

As soon as you step inside, your friends start to squeal.

“Okay, is it possible for you guys to not embarrass the living daylights out of me?” You growled with a mock glare, trying to hide the smile you couldn’t fight as you stepped inside the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“I can’t believe it!” Lily said, jumping up and down in excitement. “You and Remus, a walk by the lake—it's like something out of a romance novel!”

“Okay, okay, simmer down,” you said, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like it’s a date or anything."

"Yeah, right, we’ve never seen you smile like that before,” Lily teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“It was just a walk by the lake, nothing special,” you insisted, shrugging your shoulders.

“Sure, sure,” Marlene said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“I hope he knows how lucky he is,” Mary added with a dreamy look.

“Should I go down and give him some pointers?” Marlene teased, earning a playful slap on the arm from Lily.

“You guys are insufferable, you know that?” You groaned, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t excited, Y/n,” Lily said with a wry smile.

“Fine, maybe I am a little excited about it,” you admitted, unable to stop a small smile from tugging at your lips.

“You should be, after all of what happened in the closet,” Marlene teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, shut it. I’m going to bed before you all drive me crazy,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“Goodnight, lovergirl!” Lily called after you with a laugh as you climbed into bed, unable to stop a smile from spreading across your face.

As you settled into bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Remus had looked at you, the warmth in his eyes, and the nervousness in his voice. You knew there was something there—something deep and unspoken, something that made you feel more alive than you had in a long time.

Meanwhile, Remus stood at the top of the staircase, staring at the door to the girls’ dormitories, a huge smile plastered on his facele.

“Oi, Moony! What are you smiling about, you lunatic?” James asked, approaching Remus with a confused look, Sirius and Peter trailing behind him.

"Nothing; I, uh, just had a good night tonight,” Remus replied with a shy smile. “I, uh, asked Y/n out on a walk by the lake tomorrow.”

James grinned, clapping Remus on the back. “That's great, mate!” James chuckled. “Finally decided to make a move, huh?”

Remus blushed and shrugged, feeling embarrassed. “I just had a really great time with her tonight, and I want to get to know her better,” he admitted.

“You've got it bad, mate,” Peter teased. “You’re already pining for her!”

“I wasn’t pining, I just...” Remus trailed off with a blush.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Moony,” Sirius chuckled, giving him a nudge.

“I’m happy for you, mate. I hope it goes well.” James smiled, giving Remus a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Prongs,” Remus said, feeling grateful for his friend’s support.

“I’m happy for you too, Moony.” Peter smiled, clapping him on the back.

“What about you, Pads?” James asked, raising an eyebrow at Sirius, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I’m happy for you, Moons. But I’m the one that should be-”

“Okay Pads!” James said, clapping a hand over Sirius’ mouth. “You’re happy for Moony!”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you loud and clear,” Sirius grumbled, playfully shoving James' hand away. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun too, does it?”

Remus laughed, feeling grateful for his friends and excited for his date with you. He couldn’t deny that there was something special about you—something that made his heart race and his palms sweat. Maybe, just maybe, you were the one he had been waiting for all along.

Maybe now he has somebody to love.

Surprisingly, Remus struggled to go to sleep that night; his smile was too wide and his dreams too big to relax and fall asleep. But eventually, his thoughts calmed down to imagining what the morning would bring, what her hair would look like, what she would wear, and what he'd say to her in class, finally allowing him to go to sleep.

The light slowly crept through the curtains of your four-poster bed, sunlight casting a warm glow over your face. You could hear loud shuffling from outside and stop at your bedside, the bed dipping down.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty!” Mary’s loud singsong voice echoed in your ears, making you groan in annoyance.

You turned your back at her, covering your head with your pillow. “Leave me alone,” you mumbled, still bleary-eyed.

“Get up, Y/n/n! We’re going to be late for breakfast!” Lily urged you, shaking your shoulder and yanking the pillow away from your head.

Groaning in protest, you reluctantly sit up and rub your eyes. “Fine, fine, I’m up.”

“Hurry up, don’t you want to see your soulmate at breakfast?” Lily teased, making Mary and Marlene snicker.

At the comment, your eyes popped open, meeting her knowing stare, eventually getting shy under her gaze, hiding your face in the pillow. She was right, so, albeit slowly, you pulled yourself up, dragging your feet to the bathroom to start getting ready.

You showered, washed, combed and dried your hair, brushed your teeth, and got dressed. You walked out of the bathroom to find your friends waiting for you, all of them giving you sly smirks as you walked towards them.

“What do you all have up your sleeves?” You asked, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Nothing; we’re just excited for you!” Lily said with a playful wink.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Keep it down, you lot.”

With your lips glossed, your long hair braided to the side, and your uniform smoothed out, you grabbed your bag and followed your friends out of the common room and down the spiral staircase to the Great Hall for breakfast.

You made your way down to the Great Hall with your friends, Mary and Marlene, linking arms while you walked alongside Lily, chatting and laughing as you made your way to the Gryffindor table.

As you entered the hall, your eyes scanned the room and landed on Remus, who was sitting with his friends. Remus glanced up at you and met your eyes, a smile spreading across his face. You felt a rush of warmth in your chest as you returned his smile.

From your fleeting glance, you were still able to see his dark brown curls perfectly framing his chiseled face. Merlin he was cute. A small smile formed as you hurried to your usual seat beside Lily, who was already looking between you and Remus, a tease on the tip of her tongue. But with your averting gaze and soft sigh as you began to load your plate, she swallowed any comment down with the flush of her pumpkin juice.

In Remus’ eyes, you couldn't look more beautiful. Your hair was vibrant and bouncing just like you, and you looked effortlessly beautiful, essentially strutting to your seat beside Lily after catching his stare.

“Mate, you're going to burn holes into her head if you keep staring.” James laughed, chewing on his first sausage of the morning.

“Oh, piss off, you hypocrite! You’re acting like you weren't staring at Lily just the same.” Remus scowled, lightly pushing James’ elbow off the table but laughing hard as it threw him off balance, Prongs’ fighting to stay on his seat, and the boys fighting to keep their boisterous laughter down.

“You’re looking at her like she took the moon out of the sky.” Peter pointed out as he shovelled some eggs into his mouth.

“You don’t understand; she’s just different,” Remus mumbled, feeling a warm flush spread across his cheeks.

“Oi, quit ogling at her. Stop being such a hopeless romantic and eat your eggs.” Sirius smirked, pushing the plate of eggs in front of him.

“Alright, back off, lads,” James intervened, swatting Sirius and Peter and grabbing a piece of toast. “He's nervous. A bloke can only handle so much. It’s not everyday that Moony is out of his wits.” Taking a bite of his toast, a sly smile crossed his lips as he watched the interaction from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, can we just have breakfast in peace?” Remus groaned, taking a bite of his toast.

James chuckled, knowing that he had hit a spot. “Alright, Remus, just relax. You don't want to scare her off before you even get the chance to talk to her properly.”

“You think I don't know that?” Remus hissed, feeling his cheeks heat up even more.

“Just play it cool, mate. You'll be fine,” Sirius reassured, clapping Remus on the back.

“Yeah, just be yourself, and she'll fall for you in no time.” Peter added.

Remus sighed, trying to ignore the butterflies that were dancing in his stomach. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this nervous around a girl, and it was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

“Now,” James chuckled. “Eat the bloody eggs, Moony. We don’t want a cranky werewolf, do we?”

Remus couldn’t help but laugh, his cheeks still flushed. “Alright, alright,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Wanker.”

This caught the eyes of none other than Y/n, who was already staring at Remus, only starting to smile seeing him so in his element, laughing happily with his friends, hiding his blushing cheeks behind his scarred hand.

As you ate your breakfast, you found it hard to keep your attention on your food. Your eyes kept drifting back to Remus. A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he ran a hand through his hair when he blushed.

Feeling a warmth spread throughout your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of your walk with Remus later that day. And the longer you looked at him, the more you felt butterflies in your stomach. You continued to sneak glances at him throughout breakfast, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth as he caught your eyes and smiled back at you. The moment felt surreal, but in the best way possible.

As breakfast came to an end, Remus stood up from the table, looking over at you with a warm smile. With a shy smile, Remus asked, “Can I, uh, walk you to class, Y/n?”

Your friends started giggling from behind you, making you flush in embarrassment, your cheeks nearly rivalling Lily's red hair. You turned to glare at them, only to see their smiles wide—wider than the Cheshire cat, if possible.

“Go on, give him an answer,” Mary urged, a teasing smirk on her lips.

Remus shifted nervously as he waited for your response. You turned back to him and nodded. “I’d like that, Remus.”

Remus smiled, relieved at your response. “Great.” He extended his hand to you. “Shall we?”

You nodded, throwing your bag over your shoulder before taking his hand to stand up. “See you later, girls.”

“Have fun, Y/n. Take your time!” Marlene called out, making you scowl and roll your eyes.

“Come on, Remus, let’s go.” You smiled, fighting the heat as it rose to your cheeks. You and Remus started to walk out of the bustling hall.

“Oi, lover boy!” James called out to Remus with a huge grin.

Remus groaned, refusing to look back at James. “Bugger off, Prongs!”

You chuckled at his annoyance, his nose crinkled up, and his brows furrowing—which you find cute.

“Don’t forget protection!” Sirius yelled, laughing loudly.

Remus groaned even louder, his cheeks turning beet red, while you stifled a laugh.

“I’m going to kill them, as soon as they fall asleep.” he muttered, tugging at his scarf nervously.

You shook your head, laughing softly. “Don’t worry about them. They're just having fun.”

As you and Remus walked side by side on your way to your first class, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and contentment. The world around you seemed to fade away, and for that moment, it was just the two of you sharing each other’s company, and before you knew it, you had reached your classroom.

“Thanks for walking me, Remus,” you said with a warm smile. “I’ll see you later?”

Remus smiled back at you and said, “Yes, I’ll see you later.” He sighed contentedly as you stepped inside the classroom, feeling his heart thump loudly in his chest.

Remus turned away and walked to his respective class, still reeling from the sight of your smile, when someone laughed from behind him.

“There’s our good old-fashioned lover boy!” Sirius laughed at the sight of Remus, looking like a lovesick puppy—well, like a lovesick wolf cub.

“Merlin, Moony, you look like a walking tomato,” James teased, ruffling his hair.

“Leave me alone,” Remus groaned, feeling his cheeks flush even more. “I can’t believe you guys! ”

“You’ve got it bad, Moony,” Peter grinned. “It’s written all over your face.”

The taunting and teasing continued all the way to their first class—History of Magic—and as Remus took his seat, he couldn’t help but feel excited for the walk with you later, wondering what he could do to make it special for you.

What about a picnic? That’s nice; she would like that.

Flowers—every girl loves flowers, right? Maybe I can stop by the greenhouse and pick some up for her. Wait, what flowers does she even like?

Remus sighed, slumping in his seat. Of course he wouldn’t know what her favourite flowers were; hell, he didn’t know a thing about her yet. Remus felt hopeless; there was no way he could surprise you, unless...

“Prongs,” Remus whispered, tapping James on the shoulder.

“Huh?” James mumbled, half-awake.

“Can you guys help me with something?” Remus asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

James yawned, rubbing his eyes awake. “What do you need?”

Remus took a deep breath. “I want to surprise Y/n later.”

James’ eyes widened. “You romantic son of a—Oi Sirius, wake up!” James nudged Sirius hard, jolting him awake.

“Where’s the dragon!? Where!?” Sirius exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly toppling out of his seat.

“Settle down, Padfoot. Remus is not going to surprise a girl with a dragon.” James rolled his eyes, making Remus huff in exasperation. “Moony needs our help with something; pay attention.”

Sirius blinked, his eyes unfocused, until he looked between Remus and James. “What's going on?” he asked, shaking his head to fully wake up.

“Remus wants to surprise Y/n today; give him some ideas,” James urged, nudging Sirius with his elbow. “You’re good at this sort of thing.”

“Oh, right. I’m quite the charmer, aren’t I?” Sirius yawned.

“Whatever, just help me,” Remus sighed, rolling his eyes as he leaned closer to the two of them.

“How about flowers?” Sirius suggested, “Girls love flowers.”

“Duh, we know that,” James said, rolling his eyes. “But which flowers?”

Sirius shrugged. “I don’t know. Just pick some nice ones.”

“Brilliant idea, really helpful,” Remus rolled his eyes.

James groaned. “This is going to take some serious planning,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Over the course of the class, the three boys huddled together and began to think of ways to help Remus plan a surprise for you. Together, they came up with the perfect idea for the picnic by the lake.

1. James will get the food from the kitchen.

2. Sirius will get a blanket and tea candles for that romantic feel.

3. Peter’s going to get the flowers.

4. Remus, just be Remus.

Later on, after class, the Marauders headed outside of the castle to start preparing for the surprise, leaving you none the wiser on what was going on behind the scenes. Throughout the day, Remus couldn’t keep the smile off his face, feeling the excitement build in his chest with each passing hour.

The sun began to set as evening approached, and students started to make their way back to their respective common rooms, some already getting ready to study in the library and some on their way to detention. When you reached your dorm, you found your friends waiting for you, already curious about how your day had gone.

“So, how was your day, Y/n?” Mary asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yeah, what’d he say?” Marlene added, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at their teasing, but you couldn’t deny the warm feeling that bloomed in your chest at the thought of your time with Remus. “We just had a nice walk to class together; nothing too exciting,” you replied, trying to keep your voice nonchalant.

Lily and the others exchanged knowing looks, clearly not buying your casual tone. “Alright, well, we won’t pry….yet.” Lily smirked. “Make sure to come back to the common room once you're done with your walk. You have to tell us everything.”

“That’s assuming there’s anything to tell,” you chuckled, feeling a familiar warmth spread throughout your chest. With that, you made your way to get ready for your walk with Remus, excitement bubbling inside you. You quickly freshened up and changed into a comfortable yet cute outfit—a pale pink sweater and some white jeans—making sure to look presentable for your time with Remus.

You waved your friends goodbye as you left the dorm, already looking forward to spending time with Remus and getting to know him better. You walked down to the common room, only to be stopped by James.

“Hi, Y/n.”

“Hey, James,” you smiled. “Have you seen Remus?”

“Actually, Mr. Moony has sent me to fetch you, my fair maiden.” James grinned before taking an exaggerated bow in front of you.

“If you’d be so kind as to follow me.” James held out an arm with a flourish, which made you laugh and roll your eyes.

“Alright, show me the way, kind sir,” you giggled, taking his arm.

James led you through the corridors, making jokes along the way. The two of you stopped at the courtyard, and James then turned to you.

“Go down to the beech tree; Remus is waiting for you there.” James smiled, winking at you.

“Thanks, James,” you chuckled, before making your way through the courtyard and down to the lakeshore.

As you reached the spot where Remus was waiting, you couldn’t help but feel a shot of warmth in your chest yet again. Remus was standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of pink and yellow flowers in his hand.

“Hi, you look beautiful.” Remus’ smile widened, his cheeks turning pink as he offered you the flowers.

You had to fight back a smile as his compliment made your heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Remus,” you said with a shy smile, taking the flowers. “Everything looks really lovely.”

Your eyes fell on the setup that Remus had prepared—a blanket spread out on the grass, tea candles placed around, and a small picnic basket beside it.

“Did you do all this?” you asked, feeling genuinely touched.

“Not entirely,” Remus admitted, smiling sheepishly. “My friends helped me, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

“Thank you, Remus. This is really sweet,” you said, feeling warmth in your chest.

You sat down on the blanket, and Remus joined you. The two of you started to talk and get to know each other better as the sun began to set. The air was filled with laughter, chatter, and the sound of nature around you. It felt like time was slowing down, allowing both of you to enjoy the moment and each other’s company.

As the evening turned to night and the moon shone brightly in the velvet sky, Remus took a deep breath, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over him. He couldn’t deny that there was something special about you—something that made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. And in that moment, as you talked and laughed under the moonlight, Remus couldn’t help but feel as if he had found someone who understood him, someone who made him feel like everything was right in the world. And in that moment, he knew that you were someone he wanted to hold onto, someone he wanted to be a part of his life.

You looked up, meeting Remus’ eyes, and felt a sense of connection that you had never experienced before. Looking into his warm and gentle brown eyes, you just felt safe, and you knew that this was the start of something special, something worth holding onto.

“Thank you for tonight, Remus,” you said, feeling a sense of contentment in your heart.

“It was my pleasure, Y/N; you deserve it and more. I had a great time with you,” Remus replied, his eyes holding a warmth that made your heart skip a beat. “I was wondering...”

“What is it?”

“Would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade on the weekend?”

Blood rushed into your cheeks at his question. Remus just asked you out to Hogsmeade! “I’d love to, Remus.”

Remus’ smile widened, and his cheeks tinged pink. “Great. It’s a date?”

You chuckled softly. “Yes, it’s a date.”

As you both made your way back to the Gryffindor common room, the evening felt magical in a way that you couldn’t quite define. You stepped inside your dorm, and you were met with the squeals and teasing of your friends, who had clearly been waiting for your return.

“You’ve been gone for ages; you seemed to be having fun,” Marlene teased, nudging you playfully.

“Hey, stop it!” you laughed, playfully swatting her arm.

“It looks like someone had a good time,” Lily teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You shook your head at their teasing, but you couldn’t deny the smile that remained on your face. Tonight had been different and special, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

As you sat on your bed with your friends, the warm feeling in your chest lingered, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

And as for Remus, as he made his way to his dormitory, a smile remained on his face. The special night with you felt like a dream, but he knew that it was just the start.

Maybe you were the one he had been waiting for—the one who could tame the heart of a werewolf—the one who could make him feel more alive than he had in a long time. And the thought of spending more time with you, getting to know you, and making new memories together filled him with hope and excitement.

He went to sleep that night with a contented heart and the belief that you were the one he had been searching for all this time, the one he could see himself falling for. And as he drifted into sleep, he let the thoughts and dreams of you soothe him to a good night’s rest.

Who knew a game of seven minutes in heaven could make you feel like this?

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ginevrapng · 8 months

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content warnings: non explicit drunken sex between james and lily, dubcon/noncon? (idk it's fucked up the drunk sex went wrong), emotional cheating(?), (i really don't know how to tag this one guys- if i've missed something lmk)

// (1.5k words) // best friend!james potter lives in my head rent free, reader not specified which house they're from but has access to the gryffindor common room, chubby reader

best friend!james is completely in denial of his feelings towards you so he spends his days chasing after lily evans. days become months and then become years, flirting with her daily and chasing her. he is a chaser it's what he does.

you constantly scowled him as it seemed like lily had no interest in him. you didn't want him harassing her. when he started showing interest in her it hurt, you knew why of course, it's hard not to fancy the great james potter but you quickly got over your feelings when you realised you had no chance with him, he was your best friend and nothing was going to spoil that.

what surprised everyone was when lily started to treat james nicer, when she started to smile at him in class. no one could have guessed this complete 360 of her feelings. the next time james came up to her in the great hall bugging her he asked her to be his girlfriend and she actually said yes, causing james to pause in shock for a moment and then start grinning. "knew you'd say yes eventually evans."

lily just rolled her eyes and told him to shut up.

you heard about what happened later on in the day and were shocked yourself. you never thought they would actually start dating, she never seemed like she was interested in james before and previously you spent so long trying to tell him to let it go and find someone else but you're happy that he's happy. he's finally got the girl.

so why does he feel so empty?

their relationship was good, they went on dates and lily always laughed at his jokes, he started to pay attention more in classes they were both in together to impress her and it seemed like lily became less stressed and uptight. they're both happy yet james feels something is wrong. even through he still grins from ear to ear, still has that mischievous attitude you love and his pranking nature, even though he's acting the same, he knows being with lily is wrong, he doesn't even know why but being with lily doesn't feel right.

lily and james have been dating for months now and james has been able to ignore that nagging feeling. one gryffindor party changed everything though.

gryffindor beat hufflepuff in a quidditch match and the house was celebrating, even people from other houses came to support gryffindor's win, however they may have came for the drinks because the gryffindor house always throw the best parties. either way everyone was wasted by the end of the night, some more than others. james being one of those, lily being someone who is nearly equally as drunk, even though she swore she wouldn't drink much as to try and keep an eye on everyone however that plan was shattered when sirius and marlene kept passing her drinks every ten minutes.

lily and james later made their way upstairs to be in private as the night started coming to and end and as soon as the door was shut they started making out and clumsily taking off each others clothes before falling onto the bed together. james placed a kiss on her neck, making her moan and breathily say, "jamie, come on, no playing around."

the only person who ever calls him jamie is you, every single person teases you about it but you never relent. in james' drunken brain his conclusion is that he's kissing you.

james could never ignore your requests and gives 'you' what you want, he tried his best to be slow but he couldn't, he thrusted into 'you', who he thought was you and started babbling. "god, i love you so much." lily wraps her legs around him causing him to groan. he says your name. your name. he says he loves you. lily realises what is happening and thinks maybe she misheard there is no way that james doesn't love her, not after how long he's been trying to woo and pursue her. that is until she heard him say your name again.

lily pushes him off her and she stares at him, james cocks his head in confusion. she's drunk and angry and so very confused so she storms out the room and slams the door loudly before going into her room, flinging herself on the bed and crying until she falls asleep. the morning after is confusing for james, he's hungover and doesn't remember anything from last night but he knows that lily is ignoring him.

he finally is able to get her alone after some help from sirius, by saying that he needed her for something before leaving them alone, and james asks her why she's so upset and mad. she scoffs. "leave me alone potter." james winces at her tone, now they're dating she always calls him james and only calls him potter when she's teasing him. she turns around to leave and james chases after her. "we're done james! don't talk to me! don't even look at me!" she spits out venomously. his blood runs cold as he just nods, he's never heard her speak like that before, he thought that maybe if he gives her some time she might tell him whats wrong and he can fix it.

she swivels round and marches back over to him, james thinking that she may have already calmed down before he saw her face. she points her finger to his chest, "another thing potter, were you ever going to tell me?" she hissed.

"tell you what?" james asks softly, trying not to anger her anymore but that doesn't work, if anything it just made her more pissed off.

"that you love her!" she throws her hands up exasperated and full of negative emotions towards him and towards you too, despite this is not your fault. james furrows his eyebrows, unaware of what she was talking about or who's she referring too.

"you're in love your best friend! when was you going to tell me james, huh? a year from now, ten years from now? on our wedding day?" she screams at him, not caring if anyone heard.

"oh," james replies quietly, his body posture relaxing.

"oh? is that all you've got to say to me?" she shouts at him.

"yeah. basically. i'll- i'll see you around evans. i really am sorry." james tells her, not really knowing what to say to her before he walks off.

lily's blood boils as he reacts so calmly and doesn't try to defend himself in the slightest. he doesn't try to fight for her. he has the gall to walk away from her.

he spends the majority of his day holed up in his room. he wasn't sure what happened last night but he knows it must have been serious. he's now single. even though she never said the words "we're breaking up" or "i'm dumping you" it was worse. lily hates him and he's now confronted with his feelings. can he really stay in denial and pretend he's not in love with you if lily knows, what if she's told the others. what if she's told you?

he rushes down into the common room, nearly tripping and falling on his way down. he has no idea where you'll be and sirius has the marauders map, maybe you'll be in the gryffindor common room hanging with everyone but you also like the library but you also like- "been look for you everywhere, where've you been all day?" he's interrupted by his train of thoughts by you. he lets out a sigh of relief, you're right here and even if lily has told you you're still cheerfully smiling at him. "jamie, you alright?" you looked concerned after noticing he's just staying silent and not moving.

suddenly he pulls you to him and hugs you tightly, making you giggle. "jamie, this is great and all but you're crushing me." he reluctantly lets go of you and takes you in. your comfy warm clothes you're wearing due to the weather that james finds highly annoying because your clothes are so baggy that he can hardly see your body, he wishes he could see your round frame and your cute soft tummy and plush thighs but you always complain about it being too cold. he looks softly at you, your hair is all messy and windswept, chipped nails from when you've been biting them and picking them because of exams coming up and chubby cheeks prominent as you smile, you look beautiful, perfect.

you put your hands on your hips and look cross at him, playfully, not like lily, but like you're not actually cross, it's not in your nature to stay seriously mad at him. "i've got a bone to pick with you." james freezes up, worried that lily's told you. "why the hell is lily ignoring me? sometimes it's like she's shooting daggers at the back of my head."

james chuckles, "ignore her. we broke up earlier on today." you thought he'd be more torn up about it but he's beaming at you.

"i'm so sorry jamie," you tell him earnestly, grabbing his hands in yours and holding them to your chest.

his heart jumps at how much you care for him. "i promise it's fine. i've realised she was never the one for me." you were about to question what he means by that and to ask him to elaborate and if that means he broke up with her but before you can do that you hear the laughs and chatter of the other marauders come in, they heard that lily and james broke up and came to console him, thinking that he'll be away from everyone in his room only to find him in the common room grinning and laughing, when they saw he was with you it made sense.

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anathemaloren · 3 months

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flowers and tea

Naomi McPherson x fem!florist!reader

🌼Warnings - 2 curse words? and english is not my first language

🌼Genre - fluff (i guess)

🌼Word count - 3.4k (WHAT?!)

🌼Notes - OH MY GOD, you don't know how much time I've spent writing this like 3k words???? that's just crazy. also, i wrote this in several classes at school, sorry arturo, montse and chus 🙏🏼 and this is dedicated to carolina who tried to peek into the story and i didn't let her, luv ya bubs

Having her own shop was a dream and a nightmare at the same time for Y/n L/n. Paying the bills, keeping the flowers beautiful the whole day through, being all day on her feet or dealing with rude costumers were all things Y/n wished she could get rid of. But at the same time, she truly loved her job. Being able to surround herself with flowers was a dream come true, and seeing a smile on the face of a happy customer really made her day. Plus, the shop was in a strategic place in Los Angeles where sometimes famous people came through, and she even had a few celebrities who were usual shoppers. Lucy Dacus stopped from time to time to buy flowers in order to dry them, and considered Y/n a friend. Pedro Pascal always bought flowers for his sister from Y/n, and Ashton Irwin loved to stop by for a chat about how to keep his plants as beautiful as Y/n’s. So, Y/n shouldn’t fall easily for a star, right?

It was a slow day, so Y/n busied herself rearranging flowers on the back of the shop. She was calmly arranging a bouquet of lilies when she heard the bell on top of the door and a pair of shoes rushing in. Curious about who would come bursting in like that, she lowered the volume of the Glenn Miller vinyl that was playing on the background and stepped into the front of the shop while cleaning her hands on her apron. She then saw a person looking like they had run for 10 kilometres, with curls sticking to their red face, and trying to catch some air.

“Hi.” Y/n said calmly “Can I help you with something?” she asked. “Yeah, I think you would be unbelievably helpful right now” they said, making Y/n chuckle amused. “Tell me, what can I do for you?” she said, taking her notebook out, just in case she needed to write something down. The person standing on the other side of the counter leaned a bit on it and tried to arrange the curls around their head. “It’s my mum’s birthday, and I’ve been so busy that I completely forgot about buying her something, and I love her very much I can’t just not buy her anything, and I’m meeting her tonight, I can’t show up empty handed” they said without stopping, catching a quick deep breath “. So Lucy told me to come here and say to you that she sent me and that you could arrange something with flowers that have meaning for, like… now… could you?” they finished, looking expectantly at Y/n. The girl just blinked a few times, taking all the information in. “Which Lucy sent you?” she asked, testing the person’s connection to her, not truly trusting them yet, even though they looked like a decent person to her. “Ummm… Lucy Dacus?” they said, with caution. Y/n visibly lighted up, smiling at the thought of the black haired girl recommending her to her friends. “Well, you should’ve started with that.” She said, turning around and starting to walk to the back of the shop, turning around again to gesture to the still nameless person to follow her back.

If the front of the shop was a dream, full of aromatic plants and antique furniture, the back of it was another level of etherealism. Besides another huge amount of plants and flowers, one wall was a window wall, made out of old looking stained glass of art déco style. There was a table with two chairs were Y/n would have tea, sometimes with someone else, and behind the table there was a bookshelf with heaps of books about flowers and their care and meanings. In the middle of the room there was a worktable with a few half-arranged bouquets of lilies of different colours. Y/n moved with ease around the space, and she turned to face the stranger once she got to the workbench, only to find said stranger with their mouth half opened in awe.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked, slightly amused with the reaction she was witnessing. The stranger blinked a few times as if to come out of some sort of trance, and responded after centering themselves in the conversation again “Yeah, yeah, fine” they said, making Y/n’s smile a bit brighter. “I’m Naomi, by the way” the stranger said, finally giving a name to the curious person. “Oh, yeas, from Muna, right?” Y/n said, eliciting a nod from Naomi. “Lucy has told me so much about all of you, I don’t know how I couldn’t recognize you the moment you walked in” she said, making Naomi smile a bit. “She really talks about me to you?” Naomi asked, feeling a wave of affection for their friend. “Yeah, she talks about all of you all the time” Y/n said, giggling a bit “. I almost feel like I know you personally sometimes, although meeting you in person makes me realize she forgot to mention some things” she said, standing behind the working table and moving the flowers around to make space for others. “Like what?” Naomi asked, furrowing their brows, thinking that maybe they had given a terrible first impression, when they had been mesmerized with Y/n since they had seen her. The girl standing opposite to them smiled at them coyly before saying nonchalantly “For starters, she forgot to mention you are even more handsome on real life than on pictures.” The comment made the curly haired blush, not expecting the sweet looking florist to be so flirty and straightforward.

Naomi’s reaction made Y/n giggle, feeling like she couldn’t stop smiling around them. She didn’t know where the confidence to be so bold had come from, either. She then decided to stop messing around and get to work. “So” she said, clearing her throat before continuing ´´, what did you want for your mum?” Naomi shook their head for a second, pulling themselves together about the flirty comment from before, and answered the question “I truly don’t know, I just want to tell her I love her, and flowers seemed like a good option” they said, being truly bad at flowers. “So you want to send a message with these flowers” Y/n said, looking at Naomi attentively. “Yeah, basically” they answered, doubting a bit about the rightness of their answer. “Well, if you want I can arrange a bouquet with flowers that mean that you love her” Y/n smiled, always loving to do bouquets with deep meanings. “Do you mean flowers mean something specific?” Naomi asked, making Y/n clutch her pearls in feigned offense. “Of course they do! That’s my job you’re talking about!” she said, making Naomi laugh. Y/n smiled and walked over to the bookshelf, picking up and old-looking book, with a pink cover and golden details.

Y/n sat down on one of the chairs of the table, signalling Naomi to sit in the other one. The florist browsed through the book, in which Naomi could only see beautiful illustrations and paragraphs of what they could guess was information about the flowers in the other page. When Y/n finally had all the information she needed, she closed the book and looked up, only to find the curly haired brunet already looking at her. This discovery made the girl blush and Naomi look away immediately, embarrassed about being caught. Y/n decided not to panic, clearing her throat before speaking “I think I’ve found the ideal flowers” she said “. If you follow me, I can show them to you” she continued, while standing up, already blushing a bit again. Where had all the previous confidence gone? The person now standing in front of her was truly messing with her emotions, and they had only met for roughly 25 minutes, even less.

Y/n waltzed around the room picking up flowers, oblivious to the mesmerized client who was following her. She picked up the flowers and explained their meanings to Naomi “White carnations mean purity, love and beauty; the azaleas are a symbol of womanhood in China, and they are a symbol of love; daisies symbolize purity and innocence; and camellias represent gratitude and longevity” Although Naomi seemed like they were just hypnotized about the girl’s beauty, her words were also enthralling to them. After coming back with the flowers to the worktable, Y/n asked Naomi about their opinion, at which they could only stutter an OK, making the girl working in the bouquet blush and giggle.

When she finished the bouquet, the mixture of carnations, daisies, azaleas and camellias looked beautiful. Y/n’s talent was something that had Naomi’s mouth open in amazement. Their head couldn’t wrap around the fact that two hands and a few flowers had given such result, the florist’s talent oozing from every aspect of the bouquet. Besides from the big possibility of their mum loving the bouquet, Naomi had also fallen in love with the care and talent Y/n had shown making it. Maybe they had also fallen for the hands responsible of such beauty, and the person who controlled them with so much grace.

Y/n finished wrapping the bouquet, not really wanting Naomi to leave her shop. But she knew she couldn’t stop a big ass pop star that surely wasn’t going to fall for her. “I think this is finished” she said, nerves flowing through her whole body. “We can go to the front now” she continued, now moving to the front of the shop, bouquet in hand. While Naomi paid with her card, Y/n finished preparing the gift. When she turned around to get the business card she always gave out to first time clients, she hesitated when deciding what complimentary flower to give to Naomi. She finally chose a lavender coloured rose. She nervously put the flower and the card in a bag with the flowers. She didn’t know why she was so shaken, Naomi probably didn’t share her feelings; for fuck’s sake, they had known each other for something more than an hour. When Y/n gave the bag to Naomi their fingers brushed ever so slightly, which resulted in different reactions; Y/n let out a sigh, while Naomi froze immediately. When the florist realized they had spent more time than necessary in that position, she put her hand back as Naomi’s suddenly burned. They just blinked a few times, blushed, turned back and marched through the door mustering a rushed thanks and a farewell. Y/n sighed when Naomi was finally out, leaning on the counter and placing her head between her hands. What a naïve thought, that someone like Naomi McPherson could ever like someone like her. Now, she just had to move on, and try to forget about them.

Lucy Dacus had decided to have a quiet night. She had a nice dinner, placed a few candles and played some soft background music. She then picked up her current read, and with a cup of a delicious tea that Y/n had suggested her, she got ready to relax, plunging down on the armchair she loved the most. That relaxing, though, didn’t last long, as she heard the doorbell ring. She groaned, detangling herself and getting up to open the door. If it was her annoying neighbour again, she was ready to throw hands. However, when she opened the door, there was no nosy neighbour on the other side; instead, Naomi was there, nervously biting her nails, and looking a bit miserable. “Naomi? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Lucy asked, worried about her friend’s state. “Where the fuck did you send me?” they just said, spreading their arms exasperated. “What?” Lucy just said, sincerely confused. Seeing as the only answer from Naomi was a pair of widened eyes, which lead to Lucy sighing and moving from the door, signalling Naomi to come in. Goodbye, quiet night.

After a cup of tea, Naomi had calmed down, and they had told Lucy about those afternoon events. “And when I finished dinner with my mum I needed to vent, and as you were the one who told me to go to her, I just…” they finished, trailing down at the end. Lucy nodded in understanding, not needing to hear more from her friend before concluding “So basically, you fell head over heels for her and you think she doesn’t correspond your feelings”. Naomi just mustered a “yeah” while dropping their head in defeat. Lucy nodded again, leaning back on the armchair she was sitting in. “Well, we can kind of know how she feels about you” she said, smiling softly, making Naomi shoot their head up, waiting for a solution for their problems. “Did you keep the flower she gave you with her card?” Lucy said, already knowing the answer. Naomi slowly reached for a pocket in their jacket, taking out a lavender rose. Lucy got up and moved towards a shelf next to a window, where she saw rain starting to pour. She took a book from the shelf, under the curious stare of her friend. The book was a Victorian guide to flower meanings, which Lucy had somehow managed to thrift. She looked through the book sat on the armchair again. She could feel Naomi biting their nails and looking nervously at her. Finally, she found it. “It says here that lavender roses mean…” Lucy stopped, looking kindly at the meaning “It’s a flower that represents enchantment love at first sight” she said, looking again at Naomi, whose mouth was now partly opened in shock and eyes completely opened. They quickly recomposed and started shaking their head in denial. “Come on, Dacus, stop playing” they said, not believing what Lucy was saying. “I’m not” Lucy replied, showing the book to them. Naomi was feeling a weird mix of emotions, between shock, denial and complete confusion, with a tint of utter affection. Was this some kind of sick and twisted joke?

Naomi got up and started pacing Lucy’s living room, not sure about what that really meant. They knew they had liked Y/n, call it love at first sight if you feel like it, but something had bloomed in that flower shop, and not only the plants. Lucy closed the book and laid back, deciding to leave Naomi to walk around and calm down. They finally did, sitting across Lucy again. Taking a deep breath, the curly haired talked for the first time in the last few minutes, breaking the silence that had settled itself on the room, mixed with the sound of drops of the still pouring rain. “What do you think I should do?” they asked Lucy for advice, with a hint of somewhat fear on their voice. “I can’t decide anything for you” Lucy said, shaking their head. “I’m not asking for instructions, Luce, I want your opinion” Naomi said, in a soft tone. Lucy sighed and leaned towards her friend “Do you like Y/n?” she asked, not really expecting a forward answer. “Yeah, I think I do” Naomi said with a sincere voice, astounding Lucy, who blinked and talked again. “Do you want to tell her that?” “I think I do” they replied again. Lucy questioned Naomi for a third time “I have her address. Do you want me to give it to you?” she said, and spoke again before Naomi could say anything “And don’t say that you think you do” she half-threatened. Her friend closed their mouth, opening it not much of a second later “I truly want her address” Lucy nodded, getting up to write it on a blue piece of paper. When she finished, she folded it and gave it to Naomi, who was standing up, nervously playing with their fingers. The moment they had the paper, they gave a heartfelt hug to Lucy, and then sprinted to the door. Lucy saw them get into their car and smiled softly. She didn’t mind a night not so quiet if it was for the sake of romance.

Y/n was laying on her couch, one feet dangling off it. She laid there, looking at pictures of Naomi on Pinterest, although if someone asked, she was reading the Rilke book that was now laying on the coffee table next to her. She sighed, turning her phone off and keeping to staring to the ceiling. How was she so stupid that she had been so enchanted by someone who had been in her store for an hour. She stood up and picked up the book, deciding it was enough pining for someone she probably would never see again. She read a few pages, but didn’t last long before putting the book in her lap and looking out the window. She looked at the pouring rain, which she loved. She knew she should hate the rain, but she loved the romanticism of it all, even though she knew she would never have her ever so idyllic love confession in the rain.

Just as she was lost on her thoughts, Y/n heard the doorbell ring. She wondered who the hell would be knocking at that time in the night, even more with that terrible weather, which truly didn’t invite to going out. She kept wondering who it could be as she walked to the door, expecting to see a neighbour or someone trying to sell her some stupid product. However, the only person she found waiting outside of her house was a drenched Naomi. Y/n’s eyes opened wide as she took the sigh in, with her breath getting caught in her throat.

Y/n talked, although the lump she felt on her throat made it a bit difficult. “What are you doing here?” she said, not being able to move herself from her spot on the door entrance. “I needed to see you” they said, with a tint of hopelessness in their voice. Y/n felt like flowers were blooming in her stomach, with the leaves and petals tickling her stomach. “How did you know where I lived?” Y/n asked again, nerves now flowing through her system. Naomi looked a bit guilty before answering “Lucy gave it to me, I asked her for it”. Y/n made a mental note of scolding her later, but asked the last question she couldn’t stop pondering about. “And why did you want to see me, Naomi?” she said, not sure if she wanted to hear the response. Naomi breathed deeply before replying. “I like you” they said, making Y/n’ world turn upside down in a matter of microseconds. She tried to calm down her breath, that was now working, but too fast for anyone’s liking.

However, Naomi misinterpreted the silence, thinking that Y/n was somewhat outraged by the statement, apologizing while moving back to what Y/n suspected was their car “I’m sorry, this was a mistake”. Y/n snapped back then, following Naomi to their car with a quick pace “Naomi, wait!” she said, trying to get Naomi to look at her. The curly haired, which hair was now not so curly as it was soaked and stuck to their face, turned around and looked at her with a pained look on their face. Y/n tried to find the words, but they seemed to be stuck to the walls of her throat. Naomi exhaled, turning back once more to unlock their car. Seeing as the opportunity of confessing was slipping through her fingers, Y/n decided to take matter in her own hands… literally. She got closer to Naomi and took their face into their hands, pulling them in for a kiss. The kiss was short and sweet, and Y/n pulled away to see what reaction that had elicited from Naomi. They just stared at Y/n with a look of shock on their face, that didn’t last so long, as their brain decided to finally act. Naomi took Y/n face in her hands and kissed her again, now deepening the kiss. The moment under the rain seemed to last forever, as both their hearts synchronized in loud thumps. When they finally pulled away from one another, the rain kept pouring over them with an astounding force that seemed to mimic the strength of their feelings for one another. They were both soaked as they stood outside of Y/n’s house, smiling to each other like the infatuated idiots that they were.

“I liked the flower” Naomi said, still not getting away from one another. Y/n laughed, touching her forehead with Naomi’s. “It was not as subtle as I intended it to, I guess” she said, making Naomi laugh now. “I liked it better that way” they voiced, giving a small kiss to the side of Y/n lips. It that was a dream, they both hope they would never wake up.

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Are we thinking MM will be Misan’s plus one for the Oscars? She has been love bombing him for ages now and surely his poor quality photos of her are not all she is after.

If he takes her instead of his wife, it would be a new level of low.

So I've been thinking about this, and I don't think Meghan actually wants to go to the Oscars, the Grammys, the Golden Globes, etc.

I think she loves being associated with that A-List crowd and she loves the idea of us (her adoring public *and* her critical public) thinking she's that popular, influential, famous, wealthy, connected to be "in" with that crowd. But I think she's actually terrified to be physically there with that crowd.

If you look at every public 'engagement' Meghan does, there's always a couple of things in common:

She controls every single thing - how she looks, who she speaks to, who approaches her, what they say to her, how she's photographed, where she's photographed, who's with her, who's next to her, who's taking her picture, so on.

She's the main attraction, the big kahuna - everyone is there to see her, they want to listen to her, they want to shake her hand, they want to hug her, they want to write only about her.

Neither of these are possible when she's in an auditorium full of much more famous, much wealthier, much more connected, much more desirable celebrities than her. She wants to sit front and center like William and Kate do at the BAFTAs but that's not possible; front and center at the Oscars is reserved for the people that the rest of us tune in to watch - the Meryl Streeps, the Colman Domingos, the Lily Gladstones, the Cilian Murphys. If being in the overflow room on the 8th row in an enormous ballgown is humiliating, just wait till she's stuck at the back of the auditorium with the film editors, the foreign language nominees, and the plus-ones of everyone not famous enough to sit at the front on camera.

Something else to remember about these kind of events is that they're giant parties for the Hollywood industry. Meaning everyone knows everyone, they're all there for a good time. they're not there to promote anything or talk business -- they're not going to talk to someone they don't know, who doesn't really work in the industry, and who's made headlines for blabbing about other people's private/personal business. In other words, Meghan is going to be the one going up to these people to talk to them. She's going to be the one climbing over the chairs to give hugs and say hello and she's going to be the one catering to other people's egos. That's not what she wants. She wants people to come to her, to be in awe of her, to be flattering her ego.

And because everyone knows everyone at these events, it's probably a very safe assumption that if Meghan and Harry have misbehaved/done things to certain people as alleged, then those people have told their friends/staff, who've told their friends, so a whole bunch of people are on their guard about Meghan being in their space.

(Some of those rumors: Harry taking drugs at Courtney Cox's house party and writing about it in Spare, Christian Bales's family having concerns about what Meghan wheedling Gloria Steinem, Meghan using Oprah for headlines while Oprah was at her dying father's bedside, all the shit that went down with Tyler Perry, whatever went down with David Foster and Kat McPhee, Meghan hitting on Serena's husband, whatever Melissa McCarthy and Tracee Ellis Ross know about 40x40, whatever went down with the fertility doctor/OBGYN who closed up shop right after Lili was born, whatever she did to piss off Edward Enniful, everything that happened with Netflix and Spotify (which Netflix hinted at in last week's article), and Meghan's "fuck off" to Anna Wintour about the Met Gala that got her blacklisted.)

Another thing is the fashion at these events. It is a 100% total merchfest. 9 out of 10 celebs you see on the red carpet (including the men) have partnered with designers and are wearing their clothes/jewelry for free. Who the celebs wear usually correlates to one of three things: their fame/popularity, personal relationships between designer/stylist and celebrity, and the likelihood of the celeb getting on camera. Meghan isn't going to get the elite designers to dress her for these events. She doesn't want to wear Carolina Herrera or Hermes readywear when everyone else is wearing hot-off-the-runway Dior, Versace, Prada, etc. She doesn't want to wear Birks when everyone else is dripping in Harry Winston, Cartier, Tiffany's.

And finally, these events are filmed/streamed live. Meghan doesn't like being recorded when she isn't in control. And these are 3-hour, 4-hour long events. She can't keep her mask on for that long, especially when she's being snubbed and ignored by people she thinks should be falling down at her feet. That's why she always hypes up going to the after-parties instead, and why the only events she actually *does* attend are red carpets for private events - there are no cameras at the actual events so she can more easily keep up the "I'm all that and still unbroken!" facade she so desperately wants us to believe.

I mean, she bailed on the Travolta awards at the last minute for a reason.

And if she can't handle being third fiddle to William and Kate, she absolutely can't handle being third fiddle to an entire auditorium of Williams and Kates.

So she might be lovebombing Misan to be his plus-one to the Oscars. But I don't think she would actually go. She'll probably pull out last minute. If anything, I think she's probably lovebombing for tickets to Netflix's after-party. She may also be trying to get Misan to be her "personal" photographer the way Kate "has" Matt Porteous and Chris Jackson.

#ask #brf #sussexes

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Ink and Destiny - Part 4

Maybe keeping a secret relationship with James is not as perfect as you think. Or, a whole lot of nothing, I need ideas plz.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I hope everyone had a great Christmas! If you don't celebrate it then I hope you had a good day! Sorry this part is really bad, I need ideas, PLEASE give me ideas in the suggestion box please ily.

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Did you hear that James Potter is dating someone?”

“Do you think it’s Lily? He’s been crushing on her for years” “Of course it’s Lily. They’re going to have the cutest babies.”

You focus on the schoolwork before you, trying to block out the people next to you. You know James and you agreed to keep this dating thing private but you can’t help but feel sad, and jealous when people think he’s dating Lily.

You know James likes you, he’s made it clear. And you know that Lily doesn’t like James if the way she always rolled her eyes when he was around was any indication.

You’ve told Lily and Alice everything between you and James, as James has Sirius and Remus. Alice already knew since James asked her what your favourite book was, and Lily was shocked, disgusted and happy for you all in the span of five minutes.

The teacher dismisses the class and you rush out, bumping into Lily on your way to the girl's dormitory.

“You’ll come with me to the Quidditch game, right?” You ask nervously. You’re still nervous around James and Lily coming with you would help you calm down a lot.

She nods, hooking her arm with yours, “Yeah. Do you want to start getting ready? I’ll paint your nails.”

“Can you paint them red? I don’t know what I’m wearing yet, please help me.” you plead, sighing in relief when you reach the Gryffindor common room.

Scanning the room, your eyes land on James sitting on the couches in front of the fireplace, talking to James and Sirius.

Lily teasingly nudges me and you glare. “Stop it-” You stop at the sound of your name being called out and turn to face the speaker.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Sirius Black asks you from his seat, eyes swirling with mischief.

“Excuse me?” You squeak. From the corner of my eye, you see James smash his face against the couch pillow.

“The Quidditch game. Do you want to sit with Remus and me?” James lifts his head from the pillow, cheeks flushed as he mouths a silent ‘sorry.’

You nod, “Okay. As long as Lily can sit with us.”

It’s Remus who speaks, “Of course. We’ll meet here in an hour.”

You nod your head awkwardly, flashing them smiles then drag Lily up the stairs.

“I’m not ready to hang out with Remus and Sirius, what if they don’t like me? James values their opinion and if they don’t like me then who knows what will happen-” Lily cuts you off with her hands on your shoulders. “Calm down, it’ll be okay. You’ve worked with Remus before in Potions, remember? He liked you, and Sirius will like you too. Now cmon, let’s get ready.”

She leads you to a table in the corner, pulling out a deep red nail polish. You take turns painting each other's nails, Lily choosing to go for a dark green.

“What do I wear?” You ask, throwing everything out of your trunk in search of something cute. She joins you on the floor, rummaging through your trunk before holding a black skirt up.

“This is cute!”

“It’s almost winter.” “So? You’ll wear tights.”

It's pleated and lands mid-thigh. Hesitantly, you agree and you continue the hunt for a top. You chose to pair it with a maroon turtle neck sweater so you don’t freeze to death.

“Are you wearing cute underwear?” Lily asks as you get dressed.

“What? We’re not having sex!”

“Are you sure?” You send her a look. “Okay, but wearing cute underwear makes you more confident.” “Go away.” You can’t resist your smile as Lily laughs. You quickly do your makeup and hair, putting on simple black boots.

“Is this too much for a Quidditch game?” You ask self-consciously. Lily scoffs from behind you, “No. You look hot.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

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Remus and Sirius are sitting in the same place as before, cheeky grins on their faces as they spot you.

“You ladies look amazing,” Sirius purrs, “You ready? I know James is excited to see you.” He winks, causing your cheeks to flush.

Ignoring Sirius and Lily’s laughter, you make your way to the field, Remus falling into step next to you.

“Don’t stress about getting him to like you. He already does. We all do.” At your confused face, he continues, “James has been so much happier since he found out you were his soulmate. And we like whoever makes him happy. So as long as you don't break his heart, we like you.”

“I’d never break his heart.”

“Good.”

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“Potter! Potter! Potter!” The common room is deafeningly loud with almost everyone from Gryfindoor celebrating.

Gryffindor won, obviously, and the celebrations have been going on for an hour already. Besides a quick congratulations on winning the game, you haven't seen James since.

You and Lily were sitting alone in the corner before she got dragged away with a boy from her Defence Against the Dark Arts class, so now you’re sitting alone, nursing a glass of water as you try not to look too miserable. Parties have never been your thing, and even though you can’t exactly speak to James, you’d celebrate with him in spirit.

Perking up, you spot Sirius coming towards you with flushed cheeks, forehead lined with sweat. “Darling! James asked you to meet him in the boy's dormitory. It’s nice and empty for ya.” He slurs, stumbling over his feet.

Your cheeks flush red and you hurriedly thank Sirius before pushing your way through the crowd, breathing a sigh of relief when you make it into the dormitory.

It’s empty and you stand awkwardly in the middle, turning in a circle as you take in all the bits and bobs around the place.

There’s only one bed made, most likely Remus’s, and clothes are strewn across the floor.

“I’m sorry, I told the boys to clean up in here.” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of James’s voice. Turning around, you take in his sweaty hair and flushed cheeks.

“It’s okay.” You mutter quietly, watching as he comes closer.

He goes to hug you but stops. “Sorry, let me have a shower.” He points to a messy bed, “Take a seat, I’ll be quick.”

The door shuts behind him and you do as he instructed, tidying his bed up a bit, first. Ten minutes later he comes barreling in, cheeks flushed from the hot shower.

He sits down next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I feel like I haven't hugged you in ages. How are you, Love?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m amazing.”

He kisses you, it’s soft and gentle but you can’t get those nagging thoughts out of your head.

James notices, of course, he does. “You seem tense, you sure you’re okay?”

You tense even more and he pulls away slightly, brows furrowed in concern.

“Are you okay?” He asks again.

“I- We’re not going to have sex, right?” You blurt, wincing immediately.

He pulls away completely. “No. I just missed you, haven't seen you much tonight so I thought we could have some quiet time together, I know you don’t like parties. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention. I just missed you.”

Your cheeks flush and you shove them into your hands. “No, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

He gently prys your hands apart, “Hey, no. I would’ve thought the same thing, too. But we’re not having sex until I become your boyfriend and we talk about what we’re comfortable with, okay?” “You want to be my boyfriend?” You ask shyly, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Of course, You’re incredible. Why wouldn’t I want to be?”

You hesitate, “I have a lot of insecurities, James, and I don’t want to burden you with them.”

He scoffs, “You could never burden me.” He lays down beside you, reaching out so you’re forced to rest your chin on his chest, legs tangled with yours.

You scoff, earning a stern glare from James.

You change topics, “So when are you going to be my boyfriend?” You question teasingly.

He sighs playfully, “Well, I was going to ask you on our next date.”

Your eyebrows raise, “Our next date?” He nods. “I’ll bring your favourite food if you promise to ask me to be your girlfriend, okay? "He smiles, “It’s a deal.” Returning his smile, you lean in for a kiss, relishing in his warmth. Neither of you notices the time go by, too captivated by each other.

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up-to-some-good · 1 year

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Your Mother's Eyes

By the time Harry was 11 years old, he'd heard it what felt like a million times.

"You look just like your father, but you have your mother's eyes."

Everyone seemed to say it, from his parents' old friends to random people in the street who'd come to shake his hand. The only people who hadn't said it were his guardians.

He knew they thought it. He saw it sometimes in their eyes. Every time he called Padfoot to play quidditch in the backyard or schemed to play a prank on someone with Moony, their eyes would gloss over for a second and he could almost hear them thinking it.

It was true, too. His skin was the same dark shade as his father's. Their faces were the same shape and their hair was messy in the same way. His eyes were the exact green of his mother, shaded by long eyelashes just like hers.

He looked just like his father, but with his mother's eyes. And he was tired of hearing it.

Which is probably why he stormed out of Ollivander's the second the old man compared him to them, running to some a hidden corner of Diagon Alley where he could sink to the floor and hide his face for a few minutes.

His peace and quiet didn't last for long. Heavy footsteps made their way towards him, getting louder until his guardians were close enough to settle on the floor on either side of him. They didn't talk for a small while, just sitting there and giving him a moment before confronting the situation.

"You wanna tell us why you ran off like that?" Sirius asked quietly.

Harry grumbled in response, muffling his words as her buried his face in his knees.

"Can you try again, Harry?" Remus asked. "We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."

"I'm sick of being compared to them." Harry lifted his head up and stared resolutely at the wall. "It's all I ever hear. I look like my dad, but with my mom's eyes. I know! It's what everyone says and I know you two see it too! But sometimes I want to hear something else."

Sirius wrapped an arm around him, offering some comfort while he tried to think of something to say. Remus, however, took no pause before responding.

"I don't see that at all, Haz," he offered. "If anything, I'd say you look like Lily, but have James's eyes."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," Remus continued. "Your facial expressions are all Lily. The way that you smile and laugh always remind me of her, especially when you try to get me to cause mischief with you. She used to try and drag me into pranking your father, before they got together, and you look just like her sometimes.

But your eyes? That's all James. Lily's colour, sure, but the way you never seem to know which eye too look at when making eye contact, flicking your eyes back and forth, James always did that. The fact that you're useless without your glasses, that's him too."

"What if I don't want to be just a reminder of them?" Harry asked quietly.

"You've never been that, Harry," Sirius came in. "Yes, you do remind people of your parents, but that's not all you are. Your grumpiness in the morning until you've had at least two cups of coffee, even at age eleven, is uniquely you. The way you can catch a snitch before I've even seen it but can't ever find a matching sock. The way you forget to fold your shirts and keep begging us to get a kitten and sing so loudly in the shower. You're your own person, Harry, and we see it every day."

"And we all remind each other of other people," Remus added. "When Pads is making my wolfsbane every month, he gets the same focused look that Regulus used to get when he was tutoring me."

"And Moony always makes me think of Dorcas, the way they could curl up with books in some corner of the castle, and not reappear for hours at a time."

"The way Sirius cooks is all Effie Potter: chaos followed by a delicious meal."

"Our Christmas celebrations are from Hope Lupin, from decorating the tree by hand to opening the gifts before coffee."

Harry was starting to smile as they continued, uncurling himself and leaning into Sirius's embrace.

"You remind us of each other too, you know," Remus continued. "Your morning routine comes from Pads, down to the way you brush your teeth in the shower."

"And your love for knitted jumpers is from Moony, though we all know that."

Sirius tugged gently to Remus's oversized sweater before gesturing to Harry's. The pair were even in matching Gryffindor colours today.

"The point is, Harry, that we are all made up of other people, from our parents' genetics to habits we picked up from the people in our lives, however long they were there. And sometimes we remind each other of those people, but it doesn't stop us from being ourselves. No one else is that same unique tapestry, only you," Sirius concluded.

"And we love you, Harry, no matter what habits you pick up or who you look like, just for you," Remus added.

"You promise?" Harry's voice croaked a little as he spoke.

"Always."

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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okay okay okay! remus lupin x shy!hufflepuff!reader

where she joins remus and the boys on a hogsmead trip and is like silent the whole time and the guys think they did something wrong so they keep trying to make it up to her and remus just watches in amusement as y/n kinda hides behind him and tells the boys she's just shy and she's not uncomfortable at all

♡ shy, not high - r.l ♡

oof i kinda hate this one but i hope you like it lol <3

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; remus lupin x reader

category; fluff, humour

summary; remus' outspoken, outgoing friends are a far cry from your usual quiet

warnings/content; none

other; fem!reader, shy!reader, hufflepuff!reader

remus was getting increasingly nervous to introduce you to his friends, but they persisted.

"c'mon remus we'll be fine! it's not like we're gonna bite her, we're nice people!" james whined.

sirius knocked his head lightly, "well you won't know if you don't ask her."

he sighed and said, "i know prongs, but she's really shy"

peter frowned, "like weed or?"

"shy, not high, wormtail."

"oh. my bad."

after some more relentless prodding, "i don't even know if she'll want to!"

he was answered with a groan as remus mussed up his sandy hair before grumbling, "fine, i'll ask. but no promises."

the three marauders nodded eagerly, and remus was surprised that you did too when he gathered the nerve to ask.

"really? they're kind of... a lot."

you smiled at him, upside down from the position on your bed while he stood in the door, "i mean, yeah, i know, but they're your friends, i'd like to know them."

remus rubbed the back of his neck, "that involves talking to them though."

"yeah, i guess. it'll be fine."

it was not fine.

at first, anyway. remus had warned his friends that you were shy, but the word wasn't really in their vocabulary, and they worried they'd done something to seriously upset you as you silently walked, hand linked with remus'.

"did we say something bad?" sirius whispered to peter, but quiet wasn't in their vocabulary either, and remus definitely heard.

he said nothing, not wanting to embarrass you. but an hour later, james had gifted you thirteen sugar quills, peter had offered you help with transfiguration homework, and sirius showed you a cool card trick he'd spent ages mastering - he even told you the secret behind it.

you just smiled and nodded and thanked and laughed when appropriate. they were starting to worry.

so when you went to the bathroom in the three broomsticks, the guys jumped at remus, begging to know what had gone wrong.

he shook his head in amusement, "i told you, she's shy."

they looked confused.

he sighed, "shy. as in, struggles talking to strangers. gets nervous easily. not a fan of many people trying to speak to her at once."

they nodded seriously, james the one to ask, "so how do we make her feel... like we're not strangers?"

"if you want to make her comfortable, just ask her about something she's interested in, and be genuinely interested as she tells you about it."

sirius prompted, "like what?"

remus shrugged, "she's really good at potions, loves em. better than snape."

better than snape was something the others loved to hear.

when you returned, you slipped quietly back in next to remus, who soothed the back of his hand over your leg that had started bouncing. you stopped the nervous reaction, taking a breath.

you expected them to continuing talking about quidditch, but to your delight, the topic had switched to potions.

and you came out of your shell bit by bit, remus hiding a fond smile, the other three celebrating in their heads.

for the next few months, they strived to bond with you, over the moon when they succeeded.

only to be slightly pouty all day when lily managed to instantly connect with you, even making you laugh ten minutes into the meeting. they considered asking for tips, but reserved their pride instead.

shy or not, they liked you, remus loved you, and all was well.

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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Hey, could you do a part two of "Just my luck"??

Oh yes! This one is one of my favorites!

Just My Luck

Part Two

Part 1

Warnings: some language, fluff

You apologized to the sitter as soon as you walked through the door and promised you'd pay her extra.

"Don't worry about it, y/n," Lily said.

"Really?" you said still breathlessly, still reeling from what Timothee said to you before you left him in his car.

"Really," she said, " Your son is a dream to watch. He's sleeping. He went out like a light around 7:30. You need to cut yourself some slack. You're a single mom. Your book just got picked up for a movie. You're in the studio every day making sure it's done to perfection AND you're in the process of writing what will probably be another best selling book! And..."

"And?"

"And I saw that cute guy in the car...was that Timothee Chalamet?" Lily's voice went an octave higher at the end. She nudged your arm with her elbow, as if she thought there was something happening between you and him. Which there absolutely wasn't. Was there? You weren't sure you could let yourself fall for someone like him. Someone who could bag any hot A-list celebrity walking around at any given moment. Someone who would not ordinarily be attracted to someone like you. In that moment, you decided that he didn't mean anything he said in the car. He couldn't have. People like Timothee Chalamet didn't date people like you. And more importantly, people like you didn't date people like him. It just didn't happen. Maybe in movies and cheesy romance novels. But this was neither of those. This was real life and you refused to allow yourself to be swept up in a fantasy such as Timothee Chalamet having feelings for you. Tomorrow, you'd go to work like any other day. You'd go to work like Timothee Chalamet said nothing at all to you the night before.

"Yes. And before you say anything he's just a friend, he was driving me home."

"Mhm," Lily said, pushing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "Friend." She added, putting the word inside air quotes with her fingers.

"Have a good night, Lily," you said ushering her to the front door. "I'll Venmo you your pay for tonight."

"Okay, but if you end up fucking, I need to know all the de-" she trailed off as you opened the door. And when you looked over her shoulder, realized why.

Timothee Chalamet now stood on your front porch. Apparently, within the last five minutes it had decided to start raining. His curls, now curlier, dripped water onto your "Go Away" welcome mat and his clothes were drenched, his maroon shirt now appearing a blackish red color.

Lily made a noise somewhere between a gasp and the word "oh".

"Is that...at your door?" Lily asked, not even able to say his name in front of him.

Timothee smiled, a closed lip, nervous smile. "Hi," he said, raising his hand and giving Lily a small wave.

Lily leaned her head back, and not so quietly said, "If you don't take him, I will."

"Bye, Lily," you said, pushing her out the door. She reached out and touched Timothee's soaking, wet shirt just to say she did.

Timothee waited for Lily to round the corner and for her footsteps to start echoing down the stairwell to start talking, and when he did he didn't stop for a long time.

"Before you say anything. I'm sorry. I know I should have drove away and let you think about what I said like you said you would. Only. I couldn't. I knew that you'd get home, you'd chalk it up to me just being nice. I knew that just like you wouldn't let me have actual feelings for you, you wouldn't let yourself. I knew that you'd come to work tomorrow and act like I didn't I didn't beg you to think about the possibility of being with someone like me. And maybe you shouldn't, you know? Maybe it's shitty and selfish for me to ask you to take a chance on me, but I'm glad I did." He sounded passionate, and slightly upset, like he was on the verge of an argument, with himself or with you, you weren't sure. He took a quick breath and continued. "Anyways, I decided to come up here-which I rang the doorbell of six wrong apartments before I found yours-and at this point, I don't care if your mad or creeped out by me. I'm not leaving until I convince you to let me take you out to dinner."

You stood there, gaping at him. You weren't sure how he knew you planned on avoiding him tomorrow. Or how he knew you had already decided he didn't mean anything he said earlier. You weren't even sure what to say. Was he expecting an answer right away or were you supposed to think about this now too?

You weren't sure how long you had been silent or how long you had been staring at him, but the sound of Timothee's chattering teeth snapped you back to reality. He was still standing on your porch, still drenched in his soaking wet clothes.

"Your freezing," you said, taking Timothee's hand and pulling him inside of your apartment. "Let me dry your clothes for you. I've got something you can wear."

Timothee was now standing awkwardly in your kitchen. His arms wrapped around himself, teeth still chattering only now much softer making his bottom lip quiver slightly and his hair was forming a small puddle around him on the yellow and black tile. You came back with a towel and an old Marlboro Red t-shirt and some grey sweat pants.

"Here," you said handing him the items, "these look about your size."

Timothee made a face.

"They're my brothers not a lovers." you assured him.

Timothee nodded. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Just down the hall second door on the right."

He was in there for five minutes, then ten, then fifteen. Finally, after twenty minutes, he came out. His hair tousled perfectly and only slightly wet. Your brother's clothes fit him perfectly. You were chewing on the side of your thumb, pacing when you hear him walk back into the front room. You looked up and smiled at him. He looked good in your brother's clothes.

"I'll take you anywhere you want," he said.

"What?" you asked, still lost in his attractiveness.

"You want to have dinner in Paris?" he pulled his phone out." I can get us first class seats on any airline you want, and we can be there tomorrow night. What about...London? Tokyo? Vegas? I can take you anywhere you say the word."

"Timothee," you said, shaking your head.

"Please? Please don't deny me this." He walked up to you. Taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger. He placed the softest kiss to your lips, so soft you weren't even sure he kissed you at first. "Please," he whispered again.

"Your place."

"Hmm?"

"I want to have dinner at your place. And I want you to cook it."

A smile, pulled at the corners of his mouth, one he tried to mask the size of.

"I'm not much of a cook," he admitted, "but I will do anything for you, y/n."

You stood on your tip toes, this time placing a kiss on his lips.

"Then it's a date," you said.

"Then it's a date."

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totorohugies · 2 months

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You might know now that I love my angst, but for our moony's birthday (I missed it (again)) I wanted to do something lighthearted :)

10th of March 1977 — Sirius's bed at midnight

Sirius: Moony are you asleep yet?

Remus:... I am...

Sirius: oh well, then. Please remind me to celebrate your birthday first thing in the morning.

Remus: wait- you remember it?

Sirius: of course I do moony! How could I ever forget!

Remus: I... I don't know, I mean... I thought people would forget.

Sirius: I will never forget! Neither James nor Peter. You can include girls as well! Lily would die before she forgets your birthday.

Remus: she would... thanks. Its great to know I'm important for them... for you.

Sirius: Remus, you always call me your star but you're forgetting something. Without life, a star would be, well... just a regular star, but with life and people around me who I care more than everything, for example someone who's born this day, I can't remember who... with friends and lovers, I'd be a sun. You bring the best of me, moony. You push me to be the best version of myself.

Remus: ...thanks.

Sirius: I should be the one thanking you, without your fancy poetry books I couldn't think of this dumb metaphors.

Remus: they're not dumb.

Sirius: well... I hope they aren't, but I have to work on them so I could-

Remus: Sirius, just- thank you..

Sirius: Anything for my moony. Happy birthday.

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foxes-that-run · 3 months

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18 is the only song Ed Sheeran wrote specifically for One Direction, and only one he wrote from their perspective. To me, it refers to I Wish You Would which Taylor wrote about Harry while on the Red Tour with Ed. Like Tenerife Sea, I think it is about Taylor from Harry's perspective. The Spotify vertical video focuses on Harry and Zayn who primarily sing it:

To Smallzy in September, 2014 Ed said, both that his songs are generally about a specific person and he also talked about writing 18 for One Direction:

"I wasn't gonna do it again because there was lots of ..ah.. basically, my record label got very annoyed that my first #1 was a song that I gave to someone else, and they were kind of like "don't do it. I did Britain's got Talent and basically Simon Cowell invited me up to eat and talk. And he mentioned it and in my head I was like 'I just just want to focus on my stuff' and the next day I was in Copenhagen and I got an idea and I kind of went into the shower room that's big and reverbartive and I wrote it thought that sounds like something for them. It's not something I would use for myself. It was written specifically for them and it's cool" Smallzy asks about Taylor he if he had helped with 1989, Ed "that's all her, all throughout of her doing it I heard little bits of it all throughout. Everything she does is a certain quality, it is going to satisfy any fan of hers."

Simon Cowell tells a similar story. Taylor also told Ryan Seacrest and others she played 1989 to Ed while on the Red Tour together.

The '...ah...' it is interesting, because although Ed and Harry stayed close, Ed did not write a song for Midnight Memories. There is a rumour this is about Don't. Ed did write Tenerife Sea, another song from Harry's perspective about Taylor in 2013 - that's on Ed's Multiply. This helps determine which Britain's got talent appearance he was referring to.

Timeline

Ed was on Britain's Got Talent twice, both were live shows, which narrows down when this song was written to 2 days, the day after:

8 June, 2013, Ed and Taylor performed Everything Has Changed together, or

27 May, 2014, Ed performed Sing.

Either is possible, but I am inclined to focus on 2014, because it's on Four and Ed did not write for Midnight Memories, which June would have made. In May 2014:

24 May 2014 Ed and One Direction both performed on the main stage of the Radio 1 Big Weekend in Glasgow. Harry and Taylor were seemingly back together. 2 squad members, Lorde and Lily Allen, also played. Taylor was in New York that morning then disappeared for 6 days, Harry off 3 of those.

25 & 26 May 2014 - ED & Taylor MIA, 1D have a few days off, Harry is seen in London playing a celebrity football game.

27 May 2014 - Ed performs on Britain's Got Talent in London, Taylor and Harry MIA.

28 May 2014 - Ed said he wrote the song in Copenhagen the next day, he wasn't seen. 1D UK show, Taylor still MIA.

5 June 2014 - Ed seen in London, Simon Cowell said he gave him the song a week after Britain's Got Talent.

Live Performances

Ed has never performed 18, he has performed other songs he gave to other artists, it may be that it was never written for him or it could be that others charted higher. One Direction added 18 to the OTRA setlist with No Control on 13 June 2015, replacing One Thing. It hasn't been on any solo 1D concert setlists. (It's at 33 mins here)

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Since we were 16 honey

Harry once said “I have love you since we were 16 honey” after the chorus. Nothing that the song was only performed June - December 2015 I think Harry is taking the piss of Louis and Larries. 1D met industry people in LA before he turned 17 and Taylor was in town there, and there were times in late 2015 Harry and Taylor were maybe in contact, but I do not think this was serious.

Lyrics

I got a heart, and I got a soul Believe me, I will use them both We made a start Be it a false one, I know Baby, I don't want to feel alone

The opening verse is about a relationship that ended (false start) and not wanting to feel alone. To me, this is referring to the events of 2012/2013 and that relationship ending, Ed, being good friends with Harry while on tour with Taylor, hearing 1989 as it was written would have been keenly aware. He wrote Tenerife Sea in that time.

This verse, like the song to me sounds like it is written for Harry's voice. The verse is describing someone close to the narrator that ended. Later, in Olivia Harry sings of being alone "When you go and I'm alone"

So kiss me where I lay down My hands pressed to your cheeks A long way from the playground

The end of this verse 'long way from the playground' tells us this is a love that started when they were young. Taylor uses school and childhood as a metaphor for One Direction and this young love, including in the MV for EHC which Ed co-wrote, and Suburban Legends.

I have loved you since we were 18 Long before we both thought the same thing To be loved and to be in love All I can do is say that these arms Are made for holding you, oh-oh I wanna love like you made me feel When we were 18

The 1D boys all dated people different ages to them, however Harry and Taylor started officially dating when Harry was 18. I think Ed's simplified this to 'we were 18'.

"Long before we both thought the same thing", to me, is referring to I wish you would and the way Taylor described it. IWYW was written 27 May 2013 while on the US Red Tour with Ed who was likely to have heard it then.

The end of the Chorus is telling us this is a relationship that had come back, much like Taylor had written Style a few months earlier.

We took a chance God knows we tried Yet all along, I knew we'd be fine So pour me a drink, oh love And let's split the night wide open And we'll see everything we can Living love in slow motion, motion, motion

This verse is so much like Harry and Taylors later work which makes me think it must be a referring to a conversation or pattern:

Drinking

Delicate: But you can make me a drink

Satellite: We share the last line / Then we drink the wall / 'Til we wanna talk

Fine Line: We'll get the drinks in and I'll get to thinking of her

Time and slow motion

Olivia: And time is irrelevant when I've not been seeing you

Gold Rush: I don’t like slow motion, double vision in rose blush

Midnight Rain: My boy was a montage, a slow motion love potion

“Slut!”: Half asleep, taking your time in the tangerine neon light

So kiss me where I lay down My hands pressed to your cheeks A long way from the playground

Harry's unreleased Lay down also has arms around his muse, without knowing a clear era for Lay Down the inspiration could go either way with those. "Lay down with me (I put my arms around ya)" I am inclined to think Harry referenced Ed.

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majaloveschris · 9 months

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Before I start I would like to add I'm not a big Chris Evans fan, personally I don't find him all that attractive and the only work of his that had me interested was Knives Out and that too because of Daniel Craig, not Chris. Also would like to add I'm not one for PR relationships anymore (just found other interests and life got busy), but I was one for 6 years. Though when I found out about this whole Chris Evans' public girlfriend ordeal, I got a bit interested, and then I found your page and have been following for awhile, and one thing that really confuses me is people asking, "well why would Chris need to do pr? Chris doesn't need pr!" Well, they are so very wrong. Chris absolutely needs pr, and he knows that, that is why he agreed to go on an PR ice cream date with Lily James, i don't know why these people are acting like Chris is some saint who would never ever do PR when it's extremely clear he has done so and he is not ashamed of it or that he didn't want to participate in it, are people forgetting how happy he looked in that park licking his ice cream next to Lily? and that was confirmed PR because of how quickly she was spotted with another man just a few weeks after, but, coming back to my point. Chris absolutely needs PR, I don't like to say this, but I have to be honest here, nobody outside of the Chris Evans fandom had been talking about him lately, his projects hadn't been that big of a success, and overall, nobody outside of the fandom really ever spoke about him, but once he has done all of this PR, he is getting a lot of attention from people who aren't in the fandom and will never be, hell, other fanpages of other celebrities are coming to defend him and his "girlfriend"! This has given him a big boost in being talked about and staying relevant on Social Media. I know that people say "ohhh but this isn't good pr for him! she's racist or she's problematic etc etc" but the thing is, nobody outside of the fandom really cares about him that much to go and research and find out what his new girlfriend is like, Alba's extremely questionable actions have never become popular, so no, this isn't bad pr for him, and as far as I know other than losing a few of his fans, this hasn't affected his career in a bad way, I think people who say this is bad PR don't really understand why celebrities do PR and how it works. Ofcourse all of this isn't that simple but I tried my best to put it into simple words so everybody can understand it, though if people do want me to do a detailed analysis on this PR relationship and also explain how they work I would be more than happy to. I know how social media apps are engineered and what went into creating them and the same with PR relationships, I also know how PR relationships are planned out in different ways and what people expect from different kinds of PR relationships, so if you guys would like to know more, I would be more than happy to provide a detailed analysis on this PR deal and how it was made, why it was made and how it works.

I think the reason why some people say (and I think they also said it) that it is bad PR or that it isn't going the way it is is because we are in the fandom and we see what it causes inside the fandom. People are leaving. People who've been fans for 10+ years, or since the very beginning of his career. Everything he's ever said or stood for is getting questioned when Alba and her friends are the exact opposite of those things.

But I agree that most people outside of the fandom either don't care, care for a minute, or defend. Just the number of TikTok comments I see that defend them is crazy. Most people only talk about the age gap. If I see a person saying something bad about their relationship, it's about their age, which is then excused by a hundred people saying, "She is an adult; it's not like he is dating someone that just turned 18". Most people don't know about her past or behavior, or they just don't care that much about his private life.

I think for us "normal people," it's really hard to understand why celebrities do certain things, but I've always believed and still believe this is PR, so if you'd like to let us know more, feel free to share with us your opinion and theories.

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Seriously, I don't know how the person who interviewed Jess didn't question the fact that Jess lied during most or all of the interview about her experiences and careers professionnels and didn’t she get annoyed with Jess's answers which mostly made no sense ?

Especially her experience in dance when she was young, the fact that she says "I never wanted to be a professional dancer but I wanted to be a dance teacher and I always wanted to go into dance teaching" it does not make sense what she says, because when you want to be a dance teacher, you are obliged to be a professional dancer, to transmit your knowledge and to teach dance to other people (maybe I'm wrong, I don't know not much in the world of dance).

The title of the YouTube video of Jess's interview is "Jess Moloney (Jamie Bower's partner)" the video was posted on YouTube in 2021, I think there are people who watched her video because of title and not because she is co-founder of a company called Ice Studio and that she is in celebrity management (otherwise she would have been written "Jess Moloney co-founder of Ice Studio instead of Jamie Bowers Partner)", because no one would have watched her video and because no one really knew her in 2021, because there weren't many people who people knew she was dating Jamie and that it was a new relationship. Many people started to know her in 2022 thanks to Jamie's success in Stanger Things season 4 (not because of herself), the fact that she was all over the world with him for conventions and Anthony Vaccarello fashion shows in Venice, Paris and Morocco, for almost two years now she has to attract attention to herself through Jamie and her lies.

If it's true that she is co-founder of Ice Studio and that she is in celebrity management, Can she afford to travel the world with Jamie and leave her business ?

Jess is lying about her professional career and her life and no one realizes it, neither her fans, not her supporter and not Jamie and I hope they will open their eyes, especially Jamie.

I'm confused about who this person is and why she was giving an interview in the first place. The intro says "Beats: A Rewind" and she introduces it as if this is a normal thing that Beats does. It uses the official Beats logo in the intro as well. If you go to the official account for Beats you can't find any evidence of this existing in their reels or anything (you think they'd have promoted it if they were partners in creating it). If you go to her account you can find a highlighted reel of her talking about the series to promote it but it doesn't seem like it got very much traction on her end either. She does seem to have worked with/for Beats at some point but this series seems to only exist in one place and with people who aren't extremely noteworthy. I wonder if she and Jess just happened to know each other already and she asked to be interviewed or something, or even paid for it for exposure (to look more legitimate).

I also question why this person, Lily, would think of Jess Moloney of all people to interview as "inspirational" and "pivitol" in the fashion industry or entertainment or whatever the point of this series was...unless she already knew her for some reason to begin with. Why is this the only video interview with Jess that seems to exist and why did she only get it after dating Jamie? Did she talk this woman into giving her the interview because it would get views? Maybe Lily thought that it would boost her follower count. This interview seems more like it was done as a favour to Jess (or for self-serving promotional reasons) than for legitimate interest in who Jess is or what she does.

This is a very long and roundabout way of saying that the reason I think that Lily doesn't question what she's saying and doesn't draw attention to how crazy it is, is because this was pre-arranged by the two of them for cross-promotional reasons and was mutually beneficial. Since Lily actually works in that industry (and you can verify it in various ways, unlike Jess), this woman has got to know that what Jess is saying is entirely made-up bullshit but she probably believed that interviewing her would get her the attention she wanted for the series because of Jess's connection to Jamie so she didn't really care what Jess said as long as she got her interview done.

The first "Rewind" on Lily's account she openly states that she's worked with the woman (Leah Abbott) forever and they've been friends for a long time. Though she does not do this for Jess's interview I'm starting to think that she just reached out to friends that had some level of social status or following and used that to try to launch this series which really only lasted for ten installments. Jess's interview on Lily's account has under 1500 views and only 17 comments. It doesn't seem like anyone who follows Lily really knows who she is.

As for the YouTube video you pointed out (and how it's titled) that's a Jamie fan account. Not the original account that posted the interview. However, I do agree that the person titled it the way they did to maximize the views that it would get because they knew if all they said was "interview with Jess Moloney" no one would know who the hell she was. The interview is directly stolen from Jess's Instagram account (which they say in the description). The only reason this ever got the few thousand views that it did was because of Jess's connection to Jamie, not because she's worth interviewing.

On top of the fact, with how much Jess stumbles over her words, says "um" and "like" and seems to avoid giving realistic details on how anything in her life actually happened (so many things boil down to I sent an email and everyone loved me so much they had to give me a job!) that it's clear she's never been formally interviewed in her life for anything. I can't imagine an actual person who really does interviews for a living (and according to Lily's LinkedIn she doesn't even do interviews for a living) would be able to stand talking to Jess for that long unless they absolutely had to.

As for owning her own businesses (or co-owning Ice Studios) it does seem to be true in some capacity (or it was in the past and the information never got updated) but it doesn't seem like very much is expected from Jess when it comes to her part in running her end of the business. Honestly, it seems like all she does is take credit for inventing the idea that Renell should start an "artist collective" or something (and Ice Studios as an entity existed before Jess got involved, I looked it up) so I don't even know how she somehow convinced Renell to let her be part of this, take credit for it, and then do basically nothing to earn the title she uses.

Jess even said in that very interview when she met Renell she had no experience managing photographers, had no idea what it entailed, but she didn't think it mattered anyway because she would figure it out as she went along and she believed because she was already a manager she could "sell anything" so she sold this idea to Renell without also having the experience to back up whatever it was she was saying. If that isn't the mark of a scam artist I don't know what is, exactly.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #apologies for the long reply #mail

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I wonder what Lily would think her delisting the SU video would be. That her fans would cry or that it would be seen as this great lost of critical and informative analysis, like some Library of Alexandria? Only for everyone to celebrate and laugh AT her. And funny enough she only delisted cause “….of threats and parasocial hatred to me and the series”

Which… Lily doesn’t like the series or more accurately doesn’t like Rebecca Sugar. (which to throw something back. I’m NOT SAYING LILY IS ANTISEMITIC. but, if you saw the Nazi jokes, her screeching at sugar and constantly criticizing sugar. I Wouldn’t blame anyone who came to that conclusion that LILY IS ANTISEMITIC) which Lily said in the post there’s little in it she still stands by. And that’s all the stuff Rebecca Sugar.

The only ones who have made responses to Lily’s video are fans of SU. Not only that, but hatred for SU was already there. Lily didn’t create it. Like Lily didn’t create her own jokes… or format… or anything else really.

i do say that LO is antisemitic because she disrespect Jewish people and their culture when she as much just mentions either. even if she had deleted that video, those interactions she had with Jewish people would still stand out for me. i honestly don't know either what was the plan here. i think she maybe tried to throw herself a pity party, to have everyone fawning over her because her family was being harassed, and don't you feel so bad for her, but then couldn't resist giving people any satisfaction at all or be the butt of the jokes so took everything back.

#lily orchard

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@captainsy-cookiemonster, my dear! 💖😍 Once again, I would like to wish you a very happy birthday.

Nothing like a weekend celebration, aye? :) I hope you that are having a really good one today and that the rest of the week will be amazeballs!!!

So now, with no further ado...

Not from this Earth.

Mike x OFC named Lisa x.... 👀

No smut.

Not beta'd. :D All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

"I love it when they turn on the heat in places like this," Mike proclaimed as he gazed around him.

Snow at this time of the year was anything but normal but thanks to the crowdedness and the heating system, it was so hot inside the club that some of the women were down to their bras.

Mike was on the hunt tonight. Standing near the DJ's stage with his older brother, he scanned his surrounding with boyish excitement, every time a woman made eye contact with him he immediately quirked an eyebrow and winked which resulted with 'the victim' rolling her eyes and turning away.

"Smooth, really smooth," Will snorted. "I don't know who you got your manners from, but it sure ain't from me, little brother."

"You know that attitude never gets you laid, right?" Mike retorted playfully.

It was Will's turn to roll his eyes now. While he was solely a couple of years older than Mike, Will was always considered 'the mature one'. Having their father leave as toddlers, the young man tried to compensate while Mike was what you can call a loss cannon. Though, Will always knew that Mike just needed to meet the right woman to set him on the right path.

Too bad, it didn't seem like she was anywhere in this sleazy club tonight.

"How about you make yourself useful? Got get us another round of beer." Will suggested and pulled out his credit card.

A slanted smirk peaked one of Mike's cheeks, creating a large dimple that even Will found irresistible. Immediately snatching the card, he nodded but not before fishing something from his leather jacket's pocket, "here, just in case you do find a girl in my absence."

Will blinked at his open palm and then sighed again.

A condom. He gave him a god-damn condom.

The path to the bar was packed with a dancing crowd. People dressed as demons and beasts ground into one another while the lights above them flickered in red and blue.

Mike stood listless, waiting to be noticed by the bartender, when something called for his attention.

Out from a thick mist, amid the devils and monsters, appeared an angel. Not a literal one, at least, he didn't think she was, but she sure looked that way.

Dark long hair spilt down her shoulders, and her big almond-shaped forest-green eyes looked like they could devour a man in their dark wilderness. A fluffy white halo hung over her head, and from her back spread large white-feathered wings that framed her small figure like something out of a fairytale.

"I'm in love..." he murmured to himself and then swallowed the lump in his throat as a sudden dryness stuck him.

Just then, the little angel made eye contact. She smiled at him, noticing his obvious stare, her hand lifted up coyly to brush a strand of hair that fell to hide her face before she looked away.

Sure, Mike had seen his share of beautiful women, but there was something about her, almost as if she wasn't from this realm.

Completely forgetting why he even came to the bar, Mike slid from the counter and fixed his leather jacket, his heart pounding as he made his way toward her.

The scent of lilies filled the air, and he could have sworn it emanated from her... the closer he got, the stronger the scent became, and she only seemed more and more beautiful as he could catch a better glimpse of her features.

A few more steps and he could talk to her... his mind raced, trying to come up with what to say first. There was no way in hell he could say something corny, not to a girl like this, not with that sweet smile she gave him as she saw him drawing near.

She bit her lip, holding her fingers laced together and dropping her gaze to the floor for a shy second, but as she raised her eyes to peer at him again, her joy suddenly faded, and concern filled her eyes.

Mike halted, looking at her confused when a stern hand fell on his shoulders and squeezed hard enough to hurt.

"Hey, what's your story?!"

At first, he thought it was his brother, but as Mike turned to look at the man who interrupted him, a sudden sense of dread chilled his bones.

Pale blue eyes peered back at him in a glare that couldn't be confused with anything other than a threat. He was slightly taller than him, though had the confidence and looks that could make even the strongest man whimper and above his lips stood a thick moustache that made him look even more attractive and menacing than he was.

Mike wrangled his shoulder free from his grip and took a step back, staring at the bewhiskered man. He was wearing a suit... who the hell wears a suit to a shitty club like this?

"She's mine, kid." The man finally spoke, his smooth baritone leaving no place to doubt. His gruff chick twitched into what appeared like an unpleasant smirk before he wiped his hand clean on his sleeve and walked toward the Angel.

Mike followed them with his eyes, watching the large man as he offered her his below in an old-timey mannerism. The coyness and sweetness faded from her smile, now replaced by submission and what Mike could only interpret as servitude.

The bewhiskered gentleman pinched her chin gently and then began leading her away while Mike stood watching, his heart breaking with the distance growing between them.

But just before they vanished from his sight, she turned her head to look at him, and he could have sworn he heard her voice echoing in his mind.

"Lisa, my name is Lisa. Come rescue me when you wake up."

#captainsy cookiemonster #Happy Birthday Lisa!#henry cavill #august walker #hellraiser mike #hellraiser mike x ofc #Henry cavill fanfiction #August walker x ofc

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