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10 Things I Hate About You Series:

This series is roughly based on the movie: 10 Things I Hate About You, with each chapter being based on a different part of the poem from within the film

Part 1

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10 Things I Hate About You; Part: 2

Summary: Sirius is still following you around, but this time he takes it a step farther

Paring: Sirius Black x reader

Warning: slight suggestiveness, slight cursing, brief mentions of killing

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: this didn’t really turn out the way I wanted it to so hopefully the next part is better

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And the way you cut your hair

You didn’t even glance up from your book as you sensed a presence sink into the seat beside you, nor did you as you felt their piercing stare on the side of your head.

“What’re you reading?” Sirius finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper on habit from all the times the librarian had kicked him out for being too loud.

An exhausted sigh left your lips when you realized who it was and you flipped the page, still not looking at him as you replied, “Just some muggle book I found.”

“Professor Fernsby wouldn’t like that too much,” There was a playful twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.

“Professor Fernsby wouldn’t like a good idea if it was offered up to him on a silver platter.” You remarked, still yet to take your eyes off the printed words that lay between your fingers.

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

Warnings: angst, angst yet again, identity questioning, death talk, depreciative self talking, fluff towards the end.

a/n: I’ll have another exam on Sunday and Monday, so I’m about to be real stressed this couple days so I decided to release it a little early for you guys, hope you enjoy it :))

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“Someone’s at the door!” Lupin said, coming downstairs, wand in hand and gesturing to the brothers.

Sirius and Regulus stood up, noticing the loud bangs on the outside wasn’t their imagination or sleepy thoughts.

In short: Wolfstar And They Were Roommates Coffee Shop AU Idiots in Love

Marlene meets Remus, who's looking for a new place to live, as he can't deal with his feelings for his roommate anymore. So when Marlene’s coworker Sirius tells her that his roommate is moving out, it seems like a good idea to bring him into contact with Remus. Marlene may have missed something, though.

And They Were/Are/Will Be Roommates

Remus had been nervous for this moment. He’s usually not very good at talking to strangers, but he knows that if he wants to be considered for the room, he’s going to have to get along with the other tenants. Remus had responded to an add from the girls living in the house, looking for a new roommate now that one of them has moved in with her boyfriend. Miraculously, they’ve invited Remus over for an initial meeting.

His nerves only increased when he saw the girls.

They’re the cool, confident kind of girls whom Remus would’ve admired from afar, but never would’ve dared to talk to. The redhead with her captivating emerald eyes, the tall blond with her edgy style, the petit brunette with her feisty attitude. It triggered a lot of Remus’ old insecurities. He was half expecting these beautiful girls to laugh in his face upon realizing this awkward, weird guy thought he could be their new roommate.

But to his surprise, they seem to be hitting it off.

The conversation flows easily, and before Remus knows it, they’re all talking animatedly. Remus is drawn to Lily’s kindness, Marlene’s sarcasm, and Mary’s cheerful energy. They, in return, seem to appreciate Remus’ dry wit. They chat about their degrees, jobs, hometowns, favourite books, and whatnot.

“So, Remus,” Marlene says at some point. “Why are you actually looking for a new place to live?”

“Oh, it’s just...” Remus averts his eyes and shrugs. “Roommate issues.”

Mary scrunches up her nose. “Bad roommates are the worst. What do they do? Leave their dishes in the sink?”

“Sing in the shower?”

“Leave their hair in the drain?”

“Or dirty socks in the living room?”

“Play loud music late at night?”

“Let you do all the cooking?”

“Leave mouldy food in the fridge?”

“Sneak into your room late at night and watch you sleep?”

“What? No! No, none of that.” Remus runs a hand through his hair. “I mean, yeah, he does sing in the shower, but I kinda really like that about him? He sounds so happy and carefree when he’s singing just for himself. We actually put on this terribly corny music while doing the dishes together, and sing along really loudly. It almost makes doing the dishes the best part of the day! True, he’s not the best cook, so I usually take it up, but he’ll make me my favourite tea every morning, exactly the way I like it. And on Sunday, he’ll get up early to go to the bakery and get me fresh cinnamon buns for breakfast. He’s just so kind, and he always knows how to make me smile, and that’s... Well, and that’s just the fucking problem, innit?” Remus let’s out a deep sigh. “You see, I’ve gone and fallen head over heels in love with him.”

COFFEE LOVER- Chapter two: strawberry biscuits

remus lupin x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: A date doesn’t go according to plan when the rain decides to make an apparition.

Warning/content: mention of food, sex; fluff, modern/muggle au!, my english

a.n.: 2.5k words- i’m feeling like something’s off with this chapter but enjoy ig :)

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The next day Remus came more handsome than ever. He was wearing a shirt under his sweater which was unusual because it was Saturday and he only wore shirts for his work. 

“Hi remmy!” he smiled when he heard the nickname, he would find it stupid if it was from someone else but since it was you he loved it. 

“Hello, lil barista” he knew the effect this pet name had on you and it didn’t miss, your cheeks immediately heated up.

annoying.

the very first time james tried to get your attention was in your second year at hogwarts. he could not recall the exact moment he realised that he would do quite literally anything for you, even if it meant that he would have to die, but he knew for sure that you were the one he was meant to be with. remus thought he was being a bit dramatic, he was only twelve, for merlin's sake, what does he know about love, but james paid no mind to his worries and complaints. sirius, of course, supported him, and peter simply just trailed along hoping that they will make it out alive. why? well, you were a slytherin.

you were having lunch in the great hall with your peers like every other day. barty was acting like his usual joker self. which, frankly, was not his smartest idea, considering the blaringly obvious fact that everybody was eating and a choking hazard comes in package with laughing while chewing. no one really batted an eye, though. pandora was barely holding herself together, and evan was miserably failing at keeping a straight face. regulus was rather unphased and continued shoving pieces of beef into his mouth, but not while secretly chuckling at the stupid faces barty was making. you and dorcas, being the oldest ones, attempted to calm them all down, but your worries went on deaf ears. regardless, you were having a wonderful time, blissfully unaware of what your life was about to turn into.

"oi, l/n!" the laughter around you faded away and everybody's focus was now shifted to james standing at the entrance of the great hall.

"is that potter?" pandora wiped her tears away and rose up from her seat to see the show which was about to unfold. you furrowed your eyebrows as you slipped away into thought, picturing all sorts of possible terrifying scenarios, because why the hell was he addressing you all of a sudden? out of all people? and so loudly? you'd only ever spoken to him in potions class the previous year when slughorn assigned you to work together.

it was all very confusing and you weren't sure what to make of it.

you panicked when james started walking towards you and failed to notice the way your friends sniggered at the way your face went completely pale, just like that. he slipped into the empty spot next to you, smiling while he was waiting for your reaction. gasps left the mouths of multiple slytherins at the table, and your eyes widened in horror when you recieved dirty looks from snape and his peers. they were certainly going to terorise you and your friends for that.

it took you a few seconds, but you managed to connect the dots in your head. those sudden behavioural changes whenever you passed him in the corridors, the all but subtle glances he would send your way, the smiles, that weird twinkle in his eyes - everything suddenly made sense, as much as you hated to admit it. james potter had a crush on you, and he finally mustered up the courage to do something about it. and in the stupidest way possible.

"hello." you tried sound as polite as you possibly could despite wanting him to give him a hard push to the floor. you were everything but delighted by his presence, and restored to picking at the food in your plate without sparing him a second glance. regulus let out a snort.

"can i ask you something?" he leaned forward on the table with his hand supporting his chin. he was way too enthusiastic for your comfort and you wanted him gone.

"uh, alright, i guess." you shrugged lazily, biting the inside of your cheek in distress. part of you felt like you should let him speak; what if it was school related? potter was smart, and you could use some help on your transfiguration essays. the other part of you, however, was just about ready to strangle you.

"wanna be my girlfriend?" he smiled stupidly and it was followed by hollering and cheering from his friends, including your own. the students at the gryffindor table all appeared to have a million questions running through their minds, and your fellow housemates were not very pleased - not only did he ruin their lunch, but he was a gryffindor. and top of it, he was james potter.

you did a double-take. your mouth fell open in surprise. this was exactly what you feared.

"what?! no!" you whisper-yelled, petrified by his offer. your face was on fire, and not because you were flattered by his words, but purely out of embarrassment. barty and evan dissolved into laughter.

"okay, then how about a date first?" he was persistent and you moved away from him by instinct, only to have dorcas push you forward and towards him.

"no! go away!" you hissed, mortified, and turned your face away from him to hide the fact that it was burning. you almost reached for your wand and hexed them both.

"i have a book with some cool jinxes that i can teach you! it'll be fun! please!" he kept pushing, his eyes sparkling with hope. you swore you felt like smoke was about to come bursting out of your ears. regulus reached from behind dorcas and tapped your back in a comforting manner, but you did not miss the way he smirked after he retrieved his hand.

"teach me?! do you think i'm stupid?!" you snapped, finally whipping your head in james' direction with rage evident on your face.

"i thought you wanted to learn the– ow!" you kicked barty in the shin from under the table. the sudden impact made everybody's plates shake. "hey, i almost spilled my soup!"

"come on, y/n! please!" he decided to shoot his shot one more time, this time with puppy eyes, and a sodding pout, but you refused to give in. nothing in the world could have made you say yes to james bloody potter.

"no." you said sternly, crossing your arms and not allowing yourself to look in his direction again.

"fine! but just so you know, i'm not giving up," he stood up, it was amusing to you how unaffected he was by your rejection. he was as enthusiastic as he was when he first took a seat next to you, "i'm gonna make you mine."

and james kept his promise. the next several years at hogwarts became certainly memorable. getting rejected bruised the gryffindor boy's ego, so he was determined to prove himself to you and became quite a little show off. he was awfully cocky, and to top it all off, he did the absolute stupidest things to try and impress you - from jinxing snape after he heard him berate you for messing up a potion, to straight up helping you cheat in transfiguration class and getting himself a year's worth of detentions. he was a gentleman, though, and didn't try to pressure you into going out with him after you made it clear that you did not want to. as much as he adored you, he never went out of his way to actually do something that would cause you discomfort. no, that was his biggest nightmare.

funny enough, it was also why your hatred for him began fading away, and very unfortunately for you, there was no going back. you really had no true reason to dislike him as much as you did, which only made you loathe him even more. truth be told, you felt bad, and that was what you hated the most.

after james' terribly unsuccessful attempt at asking you out, things became rather awkward and you did everything in your power to avoid him. you despised him, or so you told yourself. your friends were sure you did, you spoke about him with so much venom in your voice that pandora thought they'd have to lock you up to stop you from using a forbidden curse on him. but then somehow, the two of you formed a strange sort of relationship, one would even call it friendship - james would randomly wind up in the same places you (he'd always claim that it was only coincidental), but you wouldn't chase him away. yeah, you'd be mean to him, obviously, and any normal person would probably cry, but he was enjoying it, because, well, it was you. when you grew closer to the gryffindor girls, mary macdonald managed to open your eyes and you saw that james wasn't the creep you assumed he was. so, you warmed up to him, and by some strange miracle, stopped completely loathing him and his presence.

though you still found him completely, utterly and unbearably annoying.

"oi, l/n! what you up to?" he showed up in the astronomy tower where you were reading one gloomy afternoon. regulus must have told him where you were, looks like someone's sleeping on the floor tonight. the lake seemed like a perfect place to drop a bed into at times. it's not that you didn't want james there, it's just that you didn't want to see anybody at that particular moment. you had grown to love colder weekends. they were the perfect excuse to avoid any unwanted trips to hogsmeade that would usually lead to you getting in trouble because barty had a habit of setting off a dozen dungbombs to poke at mulciber and snape. as satisfying as it was, you had gotten enough detentions that year and you weren't exactly prepared to receive another howler.

so, you just couldn't miss out on the perfect opportunity to go up into the astronomy tower and read in the peaceful atmosphere. it had always been much calmer up there compared to the other parts of hogwarts.

"reading." you replied flatly, returning your gaze back to the text in front of you. or at least you pretended to do so. no matter how hard you tried, you could not focus again, so you kept your eyes on the same sentence while you waited for him to do something. for a moment, you wondered what he had been up to before he found you. he peeked over your shoulder to take a better look at the writing.

you did not say a word, and you realised that if you sat there pretending to read while waiting for him to leave you alone would most likely take hours, so you continued trailing your eyes over the letters, and got lost in the story once again.

what you didn't notice is that he got invested too, completely by accident. it wasn't james' intention to come down there and read with you, he wasn't even sure what you were up to and all he wanted was to see you, but there he was, reading from behind your shoulder in the tranquil ambient of the tower.

it was when he suddenly asked you to wait before flipping the page that you realised he had been reading with you all along, and you squinted your eyes at him with a glint of curiosity in them.

"what are you doing?" you quiered. the sudden shift in the atmosphere took him off guard a bit, and he gulped when you locked your eyes with his own.

"reading?"

"didn't know that was a synonym for being an annoying little git."

"i'm not that bad." he defended himself, trying to look back at the letters. you scoffed.

"i thought you hated books." you hid the writing away from his gaze and quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

"i don't hate them. i just prefer not to read." he responded, sounding a lot more cocky than intended which drew a chuckle from you.

"way to impress a girl." you rolled your eyes.

"i am professional at it." you laughed in his face.

"at least you're honest," you shrugged, he furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement, "merlin, are you daft? what i mean is, you're staying true to yourself. not pretending that you enjoy something just to sweep me off my feet. it's admirable."

"of course i am! i could never lie to you. you're the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld in my sight." you let out an exaggerated sound of disgust, pressing your palm against his face and pushing him away, "lay off, romeo."

"oh!" he stood up suddenly, putting his hand over his heart dramatically and looking up, "with love’s light wings did i o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out. " he glanced back at you. you guffawed, looking at him in bewilderment, "where on earth have you managed to hear that?"

"watched romeo and juliet in the theatre during holidays." you cocked an eyebrow at him. never would you have thought that james potter was the one who'd take interest in muggle literature and films. "got a favourite scene?"

james pursed his lips in thought. "the morning after." he wiggled his eyebrows and sat back down.

"that's disgusting." you laughed.

"i'm only joking, i think the balcony one would be my favourite. i'd say it's very romantic," he shrugged with a sly smirk, "and it also made me feel the least emotional pain, if you know what i mean." he put a hand to his chest for dramatic effect and sighed.

"oh, merlin." you rolled your eyes playfully, letting out a snigger at his act. "look, i'm gonna be straightforward with you right now," you began. james sat up straight. you held back a laugh, poor fool probably thinks you'll return his sorry little feelings.

"you're not nearly as distasteful as i thought you were." you poked his arm. james looked a bit perplexed, almost as if he was expecting something more (which he was).

but then he laughed breathlessly, seeming more proud than disappointed. you couldn't help but chuckle. he bit the inside of his cheek in thought as he took in the sight of you, wondering how in the hell he got so lucky to know you. you may not feel the same way, but you surely make his life seem like an utopia, even though you're quite mean to him.

"continue, please." he reached over your arm to turn the page. you were rather intrigued by whatever that was.

"hold on for a second. why are you here, exactly?" you leaned forward to prop your chin in the palm of your hand, observing his face attentively as he scratched the back of his neck in thought.

"i guess i wanted to see you." he responded honestly.

"and there i was hoping you had something exciting to tell me." he chuckled lowly. you had come to notice that his voice was getting deeper. it wasn't high pitched and annoying anymore, definitely a lot less infuriating.

"wait, i didn't finish–" he tried to stop you before you could turn the page. "sorry, guess you gotta read faster."

"that isn't fair."

"i beg to differ."

"you're so not cool."

"then why d'you keep pining over me?" james opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. he huffed and crossed his arms. you smiled in victory, laughing when he stuck his tongue out at you.

by the end of year four, you had read about ten books together. he even read muggle poetry to you in the hospital wing when you got sick, which, to nobody's surprise, lead to what seemed like never-ending teasing from barty and evan (who were also james' biggest hypemen aside from the marauders). when you looked back at it a few years later, you realised that it was the moment when your first romantic feelings for him started blooming, though you would have never admitted it at the stubborn and rebellious age of fourteen. you were headstrog, a bit in denial as pandora liked to say, and top of it off, you were hard to please. in between all of that was james, who wasn't subtle about being head over heels for you in the least bit, and who would have done anything to get your attention. a match made in heaven, really.

you loved to tease him about it. he sometimes wondered why he had to be the one to fall in love with you. that's where the worst part of it all came in; feeling insecure, comparing himself to his friends, secretly wishing he was sirius (since all the gryffindor heartthrob had to do to win a girl over was to wink in her direction) and an existential crisis as an extra in the package. you clearly were never interested in him, and he couldn't help but think you never would be. sometimes, all he was doing seemed pointless, but he kept telling himself that one day you'll love him the way he loves you.

when your fifth year rolled around, you thought he would've dropped the act by then. you had matured over the summer, or at least you believed you had, and you assumed he had too. you had what some may call a summer romance with some stupid muggle boy, and to everybody's surprise, you were the one to break his heart after realising that whatever you felt for him wasn't love. a little something was stopping you from loving him and you may or may not have attempted to obliviate yourself in order to forget about james. obviously, you failed. stupid idiot.

the entirety of your holidays, you kept wondering if james had got over you, or if he was more lucky than you when it came vacation romance. you thought about him meeting a girl who actually cared for him and returned his feelings instead of teasing him, a girl that could have made him forget you completely, a girl who he had a happy ending with. you rather hated the mere thought of that. thinking about it caused an unexplainable ache in your heart.

much to your own delight, you were totally wrong.

however, things were not the same as they were the three previous years. you two became almost inseparable. dorcas kept teasing james, calling him a thief, saying he took her best friend from her. he would play along, tease her back, and tell her that he's a better best friend anyway. it made your heart flutter in a disgustingly sweet way.

you hated the way he made you feel. you hated the way you wanted to see him more often instead of avoiding him. you hated the way he smiled at you. you hated the way he tried to make you more comfortable by pointing out that you are indeed just friends. you hated james potter, yet you couldn't get enough of him.

you would never admit it, though, no. he was still that stupid little boy who offered to teach you jinxes, that idiot who chased snape away from you like a proper knight in a shining armour, that tosser who's voice was still cracking when you read together in the tower, that adorable–

"do you fancy going to hogsmeade with me tonight?" james appeared from behind you the moment you exited the classroom after finishing with ancient runes.

"studying, sorry." you shrugged, pulling out a piece of parchment to remind yourself which class you had next. "really? that's more important than me?" he sighed in disappointment, trotting after you as you began making your way over to the transfiguration classroom.

"who said you're important to me?" you smirked and looked over your shoulder. he flipped you off with a playful eyeroll, chuckling at the way you looked so proud of yourself for that comment. "i'll meet you at the portrait hole at six." you added.

the two of you entered the classroom, laughing over some horrible joke he cracked on the way. you took your usual seat next to dorcas who shot you a funny look the moment you stepped through the door.

"what?" you deadpanned before slamming your book onto the table and flipping through the pages. "care to explain?"

"explain what?" you scrunched your face up at the amused look on her face.

"twat," she slapped your shoulder, "you and potter?" dorcas motioned her head towards him, and you looked his way to find him scribbling something down into sirius' book. he looked up just in time to meet your eyes and sent a smile your way. you grinned back and turned to your friend again.

"what about me and him?" you weren't quite sure where she was getting at with whatever the hell this was. she knew your relationship with james was platonic with a capital p, simple as that. she laughed in your face.

"dorcas! don't be ridiculous, he's only my friend." you leaned back in your seat, profusely blushing and crossing your arms over your chest. everybody knew that you and james were just friends. nothing more.

"i think you better tell him that." lily turned in her seat to face to you. mary, who was sitting next to her, only nodded her head which confirmed that she wasn't on your side either. and neither was marlene who looked rather amused observing you from the table next to yours. of course she wasn't, the fact that she fancied dorcas was more obvious than she thought.

"oh, please. he even calls himself my best friend, you lot are delusional."

"fuck, y/n, you're hopeless." dorcas groaned, exchanging some disappointed glances with the gryffindor girls. she let her head fall down onto the table in frustration. you scoffed, averting your eyes to james and keeping them there for a while.

that was how the rest of your fifth year went; you and james being friendly, him asking you to accompany him on some stupid adventures he often came up with, you playing hard to get, but agreeing to hang out in the end. all of that would usually be followed by dorcas'... and pandora's... and lily's... and pretty much everybody's pointless attempts to talk some sense into your head. you would brush them off, saying he's just a nice bloke who's nobody but just a good pal of yours. you even said it to sirius.

and all of you knew that wasn't true.

soon enough, you began your sixth year and james was starting to lose his mind. he was so in love with you, he could barely keep a calm act around you. hiding it became a lot more difficult. he was convinced that you thought he was over you, because why on earth would somebody still be friends with a person who rejected them and showed zero interest in a romantic relationship? he felt miserable. he wanted you by his side, but just friendship wasn't enough to ease the ache in his heart. one thing was for sure, and that was that he had to talk to you.

he needed to let you know that he still loved you, and pour out all of his feelings if it was necessary. he thought that if you rejected him again, he would drop the whole thing and really, truly settle for just being friends, and that is, if you end up wanting anything to do with him. it would be difficult, getting over you. it would hurt, coming to terms with it all would be an absolute nightmare. he would be heartbroken without a doubt, but he believed he could manage it if he tried hard enough. lies.

very conveniently, you and james got into a bit of trouble that day. that was a well-known concept to you both. neither of you completed your major muggle studies essay on time, hell, you hadn't even started with yours, so you decided to do the only rational thing. which was to ditch the class.

it was nerve-wracking, sneaking through the corridors and trying to avoid getting caught by mrs. norris, or filch, maybe even by a professor, but you managed to make it to the grand staircase. you thought you were going to succeed, you were so close, but surprise, surprise - you were caught by bloody dumbledore himself. instead of cooperating, you tried to make a run for it and hide in a broomstick closet, just in time for filch to catch you.

task failed successfully.

you weren't sure how you managed to dodge getting forbidden from going to hogsmeade or even leaving the school premise, as that was the punishment you both expected to get for running away from the headmaster, but you were more than grateful that the man settled for simply giving you detention.

"do you fancy going for a walk by the lake tonight?" you questioned when you finished cleaning the floor of the potions classroom after your poor attempt at skipping muggle studies.

"what?" james mumbled incoherently, bending over to pick up some crumpled up parchment under one of the seats.

"that was a yes or no question." you crossed your arms. you weren't sure where you were getting all of the confidence from, but you settled for blaming in on james and his self-assuring personality which had quite the influence on you, even though you willingly began spending a little too much time with him. you cursed mentally.

"wait, huh?" he stopped what he was doing, looking rather confused.

"was i not clear enough?" you rolled your eyes in a teasing manner.

"you're asking me to hang out?" his entire face lit up, a hopeful smile found its way to his lips. "yeah, silly, that's what friends do," you scoffed, though you were slightly crumbling on the inside, "so don't you dare treat it as a date." you quickly added, fixing your stance and straighteing your back to come off more relaxed. regardless of your shitty attempt at trying to pretend you were disinterested in him, james looked like he just won the lottery.

"of course." he scrambled to clean up the rest of the mess under the seats as fast as possible. he could not believe you. it truly seemed like he the odds were in his favour that day. just when he was planning on giving up and destroying everything, that simple question restored all the hope he had lost. that was the first time you asked him to hang out. it was usually him initiating everything. you quietly giggled at his overjoyed reaction, and a strange feeling washed over you. you ignored it, all of it, and settled for avoiding his gaze as much as you could for the last thirty minutes of detention.

eight o'clock rolled around so fast you could barely keep track of it. you were in a state of disarray - nervous, panicking and desperately trying to come up with some excuse you haven't used to brush james off before just so that you didn't have to show up. but that would be stupid, wouldn't it? you were the one who wanted to hang out. dorcas, evan, barty, regulus and even pandora were laughing at you, showing no signs of wanting to help you and refusing to give you any form of emotional support whatsoever.

"what great friends you are." you remarked sarcastically, pulling the first jumper you saw in your trunk over your head.

"isn't that his?" barty smirked devilishly, scanning the clothing item with his eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down just to see that the gryffindor jumper you put on did not in fact belong to you. your eyes went wide. all five of your friends convulsed with laughter when you scrambled to take it off. evan fell off of dorcas' bed right onto the hard floorboards.

"i don't know how it got here, but i swear it's not what you think!" regulus was clutching his stomach after joining evan on the floor, and you threw the jumper right in his face. pandora wiped some tears away with the sleeve of her shirt and then quietly chuckled again as she was trying to stop any more tears from coming.

"i will strangle you all, i'm not joking." you lifted your hands up in frustration, stomping back to your trunk and this time taking a shirt you were sure was yours.

"oh, c'mon, we're only teasing you," dorcas stood up, walking over to where you were and hugging you from behind, "i'm sure the laundry got mixed up." barty trailed off, and you could see him holding back a grin.

"right, but," dorcas pulled away from you and began walking backwards towards the door, "it would be quite romantic if you kept it after a nice shag, wouldn't it?"

"dorcas!" you screeched, and she was out of your reach before you even made it halfway towards the door. your friends burst into giggles again, or what was left of them, as evan and regulus were half-dead. you were a blushing mess, and you left your room resembling an angry child who was moments away from throwing a tantrum, but not without james' quidditch jumper in your hands.

you didn't notice the strange looks you were given by the students you passed by in the dungeons. you looked furious, with your jaw clenched and your face beet red, all while holding onto something which belonged to a certain dark-haired gryffindor. your thoughts did not seem to go in that direction even once. you could think of nothing but james.

the mere thought of him made you feel strange. it was a feeling that wasn't too familiar to you, but you had quite clear of an idea of what it could be and it was devouring you. simply looking at him made you feel giddy. his smile would make your heart jump. the light brush of his shoulder against yours would make you shiver. you were in love. but boy were you stubborn.

"who hurt you?" you stopped in your tracks when you heard james' voice come from behind you. you met his warm gaze. there it was, that flutter in your heart again. you blamed his smile for it. you almost cringed at yourself, you were so preoccupied by thinking of him that you failed to acknowledge his actual presence.

was he always that attractive? his eyes are so pretty. how's his skin that perfect? god, his lips look-

your swallowed harshly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and the handsome boy standing in front of you gave you a questioning look. you cleared your throat before handing him his jumper.

"i found this in my trunk." you looked down in embarrassment, crossing your arms and fiddling with a loose thread on the sleeve of your shirt.

"oh!" he took it from your hands, his jaw fell slack, "how did that - there must've been mix up with the laundry."

"probably." you replied dryly, avoiding his gaze. "won't you be cold?" he questioned when he noticed how light the shirt you had on looked. the sleeves reached your elbows, the material was almost see through and certainly not suitable for chilly autumn weather.

"i'll manage." you shrugged lazily, looking down at the floor. those old tiles seemed rather amusing all of a sudden. 

"put it on." you lifted your head. you looked at the clothing item, then at james. you sighed and reached for the soft material. "thanks," you mumbled under your breath, holding the jumper close to your chest in a tightening grip, "should we go now? or are we just gonna stand here like idiots?" you put on a smile, hoping it would look convincing enough and hide the embarrassing fact that you were nervous. really nervous. first date nervous. you may have had to remind yourself that that little hangout of yours was supposed to platonic. friendly. not romantic. definitely not a date with that boy who's life goal was to win you over because he was desperately in love with you. and he fucking succeeded.

you lost track of time. neither of you knew how many hours had passed or how long you'd been sitting at the shore, lost in conversations about something that may seem so irrelevant to the ears of others, but so important to the two of you. you found comfort in being able to open up to james. it was different than talking to dorcas, or evan, or any of your other friends. it warmed your heart, and in a strange way, it felt like home.

you only realised how late it had gotten when the sky above you turned dark and became covered with stars. finishing that date off with stargazing would have been a delight, but rain decided to make an unexpected visit and ruined your good plans.

you retreated inside together through one of the passageways james and the other three marauders managed to discover, tippy toeing your way through the corridors in attempt to go unseen and unheard. you successfully made it through the portrait hole without alerting a prefect, and you stepped through the door of james' room, sighing in relief. james could finally release the breath he was holding all the way down from the lake. that was one of the rare times he didn't fail at sneaking around without his cloak. you celebrated a tad bit too soon, though - the high pitched voice of a seventh year girl who was supposed to keep the peace at night came from behind you, and you froze in your spot. james gulped, making eye contact with you before turning to face her.

"potter, what on earth are you doing outside at this hour?" james laughed uncomfortably, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he tried to come up with an excuse, "i was uh," he let out a cough, making the prefect eye him suspiciously, "i was using the bathroom."

"why aren't you wearing your pyjamas?"

"i was busy doing, uhm, something else, y'know, forgot to change and stuff."

"and what is that thing that you were doing, exactly?"

"i don't really think you'd wanna know." he grinned in misery, and you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any sounds. the girl's eyes widened as she realised what the younger meant. she turned beet red and massaged her temples in frustration.

"merlin's beard, oh, fuck– shit! get out of my sight, we'll pretend this never happened. shoo, leave."

"sorry." he gave her one last awkward smile before sliding into his room, slamming the door shut and leaning against it. "remind me not to do that ever again."

"why not? that was pretty hilarious." you snickered at his demeanor - the boy's cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment.

"that poor girl probably thinks i was wanking in there." he groaned, waddled away from the door and slumped down onto his bed. the springs in the mattress squeaked from the impact. "if i don't get kicked out this year, then i must be a walking felix fucking felicis." he continued rambling as he began digging through the mess under his bed.

"where are your friends?" you looked around the room curiously. the other marauders were nowhere to be seen. "they're sleeping in the girls dormitory tonight."

you hummed as you took a seat on the floor beside him and eyed some of the items he had scattered around. a couple of chocolate frogs, some crumpled pieces of parchment and quills, a few records, and an empty bag of whatever the hell he got at zonko's next to a small stack of books. "so, what do we do now?" you looked his way, and he shrugged as he ducked under his bed, with only his legs peeking out. the action drew a snort from you. he dusted himself off as he dove back from under the bed.

"can you help me out?" he scratched the back of his head.

"what are we looking for here, exactly?" you questioned as you peeked underneath. "no clue. i'm trying to find something fun we can do."

"have you still got that book about jinxes?" james blinked in surprise. "with the ones i offered to teach you, what, like four years ago?" he gave you an amused smile.

"yeah, figured i should make up for breaking your heart or whatever." and definitely not because you realised that it was a perfect date idea. definitely not.

"i might, if sirius hasn't snatched it." he shrugged and then you both started digging through the dark and dusty mess of books, boxes and smelly socks.

"is this," your hand grabbed onto something which felt like a glass bottle, "muggle alcohol?!" you laughed at the way james' face went pale.

"i swear that's not mine!" he immediately defended himself, reaching for the bottle desperately.

"no need to lie, potter, i've a fair share of that stashed under my bed as well."

by two in the morning, both of you were absolutely pissed, but had no intention of stopping until the bottle was completely empty. so much for the jinxes.

"have you ever shagged somebody?" it was strange. the alcohol seemed to have effects similar to what was known as the veritaserum. so apart from the constant laughing fits it gave you, it made you both feel rather confident. so confident you kept spilling out truths and secrets not even your friends knew. and, well, it made you flirty. especially yourself. just a few hours ago, you were freaked out by the mere thought of getting involved romantically with the boy in front of you, but now you were shamelessly asking each other questions about your love lives. not to mention that you managed to lose your clothes in the process. james was shirtless, and you lost your trousers.

"how dare you ask me such a question?" james gasped dramatically, drawing a snort from you, "i reckon your body count is higher than mine."

"are you calling me a slut, potter?" you asked in amusement, he shrugged lazily with a smirk on his lips, "no, i'm calling you more attractive than myself."

"why thank you, my dear friend," you smiled, feeling another surge of confidence shoot through you after receiving the drunken compliment. friend. that word suddenly sounded strange.

"i haven't." james finally spoke after a few moments of silence. that little soberity you had left was what held you back from smiling.

"me neither." james bit his tongue. he felt like he could breathe normally, at last. you were relieved, and so was he.

"virgins." he let himself fall back onto the floor. you scoffed, snatching the bottle out of his hand.

by the time the sun had started to rise, you were fast asleep - james sitting down with his back up against the wall, and you on the floor with his jumper posing as your pillow. james was lucky that lily and the girls agreed to take in his three idiot friends that night because he would have had to deal with endless teasing if they had been present.

the sound of a loud knock on the door shook you both awake, and your head was met with the bottom of sirius' bed when you tried to sit up. you groaned out in pain, letting your head fall down onto the red jumper that smelled of that specific vanilla-scented bodywash only james used. you hated how you loved it.

"potter!" dorcas' voice pierced through the door from the other side, and the boy groggily sat up, making his way over to the door. the hangover headache was unbearable, but it was something he could have expected as an aftermath of last night's turn of events. the whiskey bottle lied empty on the floor. he wasn't sure how either of you managed it, but he woke up to a clean floor, and no stomach-turning stench of vomit.

"you knocked?" he leaned against the doorframe, his vision a bit blurry as he barely had time to think or grab his glasses after being woken up so suddenly.

"have you by any chance seen y/n?"

he wordlessly opened the door wider, and a very exhausted, hungover looking creature came into dorcas' view.

"what's this?" dorcas smirked, resting her hands on her hips.

"uh, a friendly hangout? what else? wait, where are my trousers?" you murmured, not quite sure of what you were stating as your brain hadn't woken up properly just yet. the piercingly painful headache was not helping.

"friendly, huh?" she eyed you both with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "yes, friendly." james confirmed.

dorcas sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her pointer finger and thumb. she felt a migrane incoming. you tiredly stood up from the cold floor, feeling a wave of pain shoot through your back from lying on such a hard surface. "goddammit, remind me to sleep on the bed next time." you winced, stretching in attempt to soothe the pain.

dorcas left, with marlene trailing along with her (to nobody's surprise), after you and james decided to head down to the kitchen to ask the house elves for some leftovers from breakfast since you missed it. you were lucky that the elves loved you both, and you were given a few pieces of toast as well as some strawberry jam.

you sat in the gryffindor common room, quietly chatting with james. mary and remus joined you and they took their seats in the chairs in the corner of the room, along with sirius who claimed that sitting in between remus' legs was more comfortable than any armchair. you and james, however, were squashed together on the sofa. you recieved several questioning looks from other students. not necessarily because you were a slytherin in the gryffindor common room, but because you sat so close to one another. you were practically sitting in his lap. someone unaware of the status of your relationship would have assumed you were dating. james' friends noticed too, but decided not to say anything, though they couldn't hide those proud smiles that found their ways to their lips.

you could not stop thinking about that night for days. and you did everything you could to forget about it. you drowned yourself in school work just to wipe the thought of it out of your mind. hell, you did extra credit. you even bullied pandora into being a model for your paintings for two weeks straight, and went as far as to make yourself accompany barty on his daily adventures where he was essentially begging for detention. but nothing was helping. that was the best date of your life. not like you had many to chose from, but it was the best. shit.

"oh, for fuck's sake! it was not a date! shut up!" you said to yourself, or to be more specific, your malfunctioning brain. you were speed-walking through the corridors, your breath uneven and cheeks red.

you came back from the gryffindor dormitories to the dungeons after another friendly hangout with james. all those things you did to forget about the first one ended up seeming rather pointless. much to your dismay, you realised you can't go too long without seeing him, as it turned out. the boy successfully found his way into your heart after all those years. and you didn't even know why. well, him being james potter should be enough of an explanation. you were visibly flushed. dorcas raised both of her eyebrows once she saw you and then fell back into her pillow, shaking with laughter.

"oh merlin, you are so red." she pointed at your face, giggling uncontrollably.

"great observation skills, meadowes." you responded sarcastically, pulling james' jumper over your head and tossing it onto your bed. yes, you forgot (read: didn't want) to return it, and no, he didn't mind because he wanted you to have it.

"where's everyone?" you quickly changed the subject. you were not ready to talk about whatever the hell your relationship with james was at that moment. you were pretty sure you wouldn't ever be ready to talk about it.

"well, regulus is probably throwing snape into the lake. again. barty and evan are surely snogging somewhere and i think pandora went for a poo, but i'm not sure." dorcas shrugged. her eyes didn't leave you, which obviously meant she was curious about what happened while you were gone. of course she was, she was one of your best friends after all. one of them, just like james. she may have got strange thrills from teasing you, but she cared about you and she made sure you knew that. so did the rest of your friends, even though they were all out and about in that given moment.

you sighed, covering your face with your hands. you felt guilty - not because you were in love with james, hell no, but because it took you so long to admit it to yourself. you never once thought of his feelings or what you've been putting him through for all those years. the first time you felt a bit different while he was by your side, you chalked it up to some weird feelings of admiration and tried to forget about it. but then it just kept happening, and you couldn't simply brush it off and pretend it's nothing. you weren't even sure why you kept lying to yourself; maybe it was because you were so set on the two of you being just friends, maybe it was because you got so used to his presence and his embarassingly obvious eagerness that you couldn't imagine living your life without all of that in it.

tears welled up in your eyes, and you bit the inside of your cheek to prevent any sounds from escaping. dorcas was not as oblivious as you thought she might be. she could immediately tell something was wrong and she rushed over to your side, wrapping her arms around you until you were comfortable enough to speak.

"dorcas, i'm in love with him," you cried, clutching her shirt as she held you close to her chest. "i know, darling." she sighed.

"i'm such a bloody idiot."

"i would usually say that's not true, but i don't really think i'd be doing either of us a favour if i denied it." that drew a laugh from you, but you quickly returned to your messy state. dorcas kept rubbing comforting circles into your back until your shoulders stopped shaking and you were able to speak properly without breaking out into tears again.

"am i an awful person?" you quiered, staring into what seemed like a void to you. you looked lifeless, and dorcas sighed, putting her hand on your knee.

"y/n, we both know you aren't. and james knows that too."

"but what if i am? dorcas, i hurt him. i treated him like a puppet and i never took his feelings seriously."

"well, i can't argue that," she bit the inside of her cheek, "but you know, you couldn't have exactly done much about it. you can't just force yourself to love somebody. and some people take a while to come to terms with their feelings, and that's okay, so don't you dare blame yourself for that. he's still in love with you, anyway."

"i could have just not befriended him." you picked at your nails as you spoke.

"that wouldn't have helped him much, would it?"

"it wouldn't make him feel as miserable."

"maybe, but you'd break his heart either way and the poor bloke would probably still feel the same. look, he was annoying as shit, and you may have been a bit, well–"

"evil?" you interrupted. she covered your mouth with her hand. you blinked in surprise and she laughed at you.

"alright, yeah, but y/n, don't you think you could fix that now? you know, do something about it at last?"

"don't make me make you, 'cause you might be the next person to get dunked into the lake. i'm feeling particularly ruthless today." regulus suddenly appeared at the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

"how long have you been standing there?" you spoke once dorcas retrieved her hand.

"just got here, actually."

"as i was saying," dorcas raised her voice and then put a finger over her mouth to motion for regulus to shut up. he raised his hands up in defeat, "do what you need to do."

"you know what's tomorrow though, right?" regulus interrupted once again. you and dorcas exchanged confused glances, but her face shifted into something that seemed more amused than questioning.

"oi, potter!" you pushed open the door of the great hall. the laughter around james faded away and everybody's focus was now shifted to you standing at the entrance, but you were looking for one person's eyes in particular.

it didn't take you very long to find them. james' surprised gaze met your rather nervous one, and you made your way towards the gryffindor table, just like he skipped over to the slytherin one four years ago.

you slid into the empty spot next to him and smiled while you were waiting for him to say something. just like last time, you failed to notice the way all of the students around you chuckled as they watched the show unfold. all because of you and james, yet again.

"hello." he sat up straight, holding back a smile that wanted to make its way to his lips.

despite being friends for all those years, you never once had the chance to sit next to each other at lunch, other than that one particular day in your second year. so he took the sudden change in your behaviour as a good sign, especially after the events of the previous night, and the night at the lake.

"can i ask you something?" you leaned forward on the table with your hand supporting your chin. james furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and then his mouth fell open in surprise. he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head at your teasing smile.

"go ahead." he shrugged. his eyes haven't left you since you entered the great hall. it was not making your job easier, but you weren't gonna let that pretty face of his stop you from doing what you came to do.

"wanna be my boyfriend?" you smiled stupidly and it was followed by hollering and wooing from all of the students at the table, including his friends, and your own from behind you, "okay, now sn–" barty was shut up by evan's hand clamping over his mouth before he could finish that. pandora was violently blowing her nose into a tissue already. regulus seemed unphased, even though he wasn't. and dorcas looked like she finally discovered the true meaning of inner peace.

james did a double-take, and then grinned like an absolute idiot. you were furiously tapping your foot against the tiles, but froze when he cupped your cheek with his hand.

"can i kiss you?" you nodded, biting your lip to hold back the squeal that was threatening to escape. james was glowing. he grinned, launching himself forward. his lips finally met yours. your hand instinctively found its way to the back of his neck, pushing him further against you. his lips were so soft, and he kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you could feel each other smiling into the kiss, and you broke apart giggling like two fools.

"is that a yes?" you quiered, just in case.

"oh god, yes." then he kissed you again, only to be pulled back by sirius who had just about enough of the pair of you, "some of us are trying to eat, thank you very much."

"sod off." james smacked the back of his head. he could not care less about what anybody else thought at that moment. sirius shook his head as he exchanged a knowing glance with his own lover, and neither of the boys could be bothered to hide their smiles.

"i wanted to do that for six years." james leaned his forehead against yours. you quickly pecked his lips again. "don't worry, i'll make it up to you."

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show: Stranger Things [SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4]

pairing: female reader x peter ballard

summary: growing up in the lab with Dr Brenner for a father wasn't easy, but you had a friend that made things a bit tolerable.

It wasn’t easy being the daughter of Dr Martin Brenner, but you did your best to please him. He was a very systematic man, who wished to control everything and everyone as he saw fit, and you had no problem following orders, except that it was clear your father was setting you up for failure. He never made a secret that he did not like that you were born a female, not a male, and you guessed that was the reason behind all of his impossible requests he kept on making, always wanting more of your brain than it could ever learn.

Bookshop Girl

Part 6: The Project

Remus Lupin x fem! Hufflepuff! reader

Summary: Y/n, Remus and Sirius start work on their charms project, while Sirius is off finding a book Remus finally gets alone time with his bookshop girl

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and sex

a/n: 3.9k words, I’m really happy with how this turned out, until now i had had at least part of each chapter written so this was completely fresh x it’s very Sirius, Remus and y/n focused so i hope you enjoy 💛

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You leaned on one of the columns just across the library entrance, looking down as you tapped your feet on the floor. You were a tad nervous about spending the next couple hours with Remus and Sirius, but after the stunt Alex just pulled, you were sure nothing more could happen that would be more embarrassing than the whole school hearing your friends decide a new nickname. You were pretty sure you were going to murder Alex for that one, especially when a Ravenclaw winked at you and said ‘you can be my sunshine anytime’ as he passed by, the ordeal making you leave lunch early.

As you dug the sole of your shoe into one of the grooves of the floor you wished you had brought a book with you, normally you did but due to the mornings chaos you forgot so instead you settled with daydreams. Until now you didn’t know if he would like you back, but after this morning all you could think about was him calling you love and with that little bit of hope, your head filled with a fantasy of Remus confessing to you

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Bookshop girl

Part 4: Charms

Remus Lupin x fem! Hufflepuff! reader

Summary: Remus struggles with the fact his bookshop girl and Sirius’ library girl are one in the same while y/n has a rather interesting morning

Warnings: swearing, mentions of eating, food and sex, alex and amos being beautifully chaotic

a/n: 4.4k words, I had fun writing this chapter, I did create a plant since I had this idea and went off on a bit of a tangent but technically it’s based off of cannon plants its just a hybrid, this chapter focus’ a lot on Remus and y/n friendships since the next few are very Remus, Sirius and y/n heavy. The next part will be out around this time next week as I have an exam on Tuesday x

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*crack*

“Merlin Moony what that book to do you?” Sirius says as both he and the boys look at him concerned while also letting out little half chuckles at the scene before them

Remus looks down at the Charms book in shock, he had snapped the spine in half the pages beginning to fray apart from the hardcover. His mouth drops open as a series of incoherent sounds flood out, his head spinning as he his mind focus’ on the book to distract him from completely spiralling over the name he hoped he misheard

“Moony?” Peter says worried as the boys look among each other as they watch him fumble about

“Huh?” he looks up at his friends then back to the book “Umm” he swallows hard as he attempts to form a sentence “I…book…girl…merlin!” he drops the book in his lap pressing his hands to his face for a moment before grabbing his wand and trying to fix it desperately but he’s too stressed to form any useful magic “Fuck!” he curses throwing down his wand

“Here let me” Peter stands up taking a seat on the other side of Remus and begining to fix the book for him

“Thank you” Remus lets out a sigh as he places his head on the boy’s shoulder while James rubs his back and Sirius moves to sit at the bottom of the bed

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MASTERLIST

PART I

A/N:The modern part is that smartphones exist. It’s not necessarily “modern” per se. Hogwarts and the like whole franchise is the same with the same characters and ages but you and Fred are still in school (7th year). And basically this part will be the readers POV but the second will be Fred’s. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL DORM.

Also, please let me know if I made any mistakes! And duh I’m happy to take requests bcs it motivates me to write more.

gif by me !! (bro istg the things id let him do and say to me. he literally INSULTS angles. angles have no choice but to submit to him.)

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A groan came from the bottom of your lungs as you unclasped your bra and took it off. The best fucking feeling in the world. Such a relief.

Yawning, you looked at the time realizing you stayed up a little too late reading, the clock reading 12:41 AM. As you changed into your pajamas, you set it down, putting it to charge while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Long days were your favorite. Well, not the day part, just the night when your muscles relax as you’ve already finished all your work and your head hits the pillow.

Spitting out the leftover toothpaste and water from your mouth, you splashed your face with some cold water, reaching to the face towel to dry it and finally go to your bed.

You let out a content sigh as your body hit the mattress, the cold material of the sheets causing a smile creep onto your face. You were definitely getting the best sleep tonight.

There was a sound as you were already drifting off, but you ignored it, trying to quickly fall into a deep sleep so that nothing could bother you anymore.

Until you heard it again.

Your eyes shot open as you realized it was the buzzing of your phone, you only left notifications on for important people, such as your close friends and family or whatnot.

Unplugging it and pulling it close enough to see, but far enough that the low light wouldn’t burn your eyes, you unlocked it only to see a new notification from your messages.

It was Fred.

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F| you awake - 12:53

F| bruh - 12:55

F| wake up i cant sleep - 12:55

F| HEY - 12:56

F| WAJE THE FUCK UO - 12:56

F| .. please - 12:57

F| please ;( - 12:57

You let out a yawn and typed back

You| what do you want - 12:57

F| for you to wake up - 12:57

You| well im awake now so what - 12:57

F| i cant sleep and im bored as hell - 12:58

You| i know your goofy ass did not just wake me up because you cant fucking fall asleep - 12:58

F| hold on, you mean my goofy and FAT AND LUCIOUS ASS, right? - 12:58

You| im going to beat the fucking shit out of you tmr - 12:58

You| and its luscious* 🥱 - 12:58

You| if you actually fuckinf studied basic english you’d probably know how to spell it, but your goofy - not fat and luscious - ass is too busy setting living human beings on fire - 12:59

F| FUCK YOU - 12:59

F| i prank people i dont hurt them 🙄 - 12:59

F| also you misspelled fucking - 12:59

F| also yeah my ass is fat and luscious and all the girls want it - 12:59

F| you just dont wanna say that bcs then that would mean you’ve actually looked at it and i know you’d absolutely hate to admit that ;)) - 1:00

F| also im not the goofy one here anymore, your silly swan looking ass face wants to fight me - 1:00

F| can you believe that shit 😹 - 1:00

F| you actually wanna fight someone who’s like twice your size, the fuck do you think you are -1:01

You| fred if you dont shut the fuck up and go to bed, im telling your mom you had a girl in your room. - 1:01

F| … okay im sorry :( - 1:01

You left him on seen and put your phone back down, turning around in annoyance to cover yourself up and finally fall asleep.

*Buzz*

Letting out a significantly loud groan, you grabbed your phone, ready to tell Fred to “fuck off and suck a dick.”

But your plans changed.

F| hey im really sorry for waking you up and then acting like a douche - 1:03

F| i don’t wanna bother you but do you wanna facetime? - 1:04

F| talking to you is really nice - 1:04

F| thats why i always only text you and no one else, you actually make me feel better - 1:04

F| more at ease ig, enough to help me fall asleep - 1:04

F| come onnnn - 1:04

F| bruh if you dont answer rn im telling cormac you have a big fat crush on him - 1:04

You| fuck you - 1:05

F| i mean… - 1:05

F| if you really want to then i guess i can make an arrangement. - 1:05

Annoyed at his flirtatious mood, you clicked on the FaceTime button and expected him to answer right away but he took a second.

When he picked up, you made an annoyed face at him, him only keeping a straight face but it was enough to make you snort.

You could see him trying to hold back a smile until you made a smolder face and his lips turned upwards into a wide grin.

“You’re so dumb” he said, a small grin still sticking to his face.

“Oh I’m dumb? Says the one who needs his favorite person to fall asleep and can’t spell ‘luscious’.” you scoffed with a chuckle.

“You think you’re my favorite person? Getting cocky are we?” he questioned, his face morphing into that all too familiar competitive smirk.

“Yeah, am I not?” you stated,

His smirk grew wider, more competition in his eyes.

“Yeah, you’re one of my favorites.” he responded.

You chuckled and spoke again, changing the topic before he made you blush.

“What are you doing on Friday? Wanna go to Hogsmead?” you asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ve got a prank to play on Snape so you’ve gotta come with me to that first, you’re my lucky charm.” he said.

“That sounds… Not so platonic, Fred. What are you implying?” you joked.

“Oh, shut up. You know thats not what I meant. You’re just fun to have around.” he scoffed.

“Just fun? You don’t love me?” you made a pouty face at him.

He hesitated for a second.

“…Well when you put it like that…” he said with a silly voice, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. He chuckled.

Laughing for a little bit, you only heard silence from the phone so when your laugh died down, you looked at him. God, you wished you hadn’t.

He had a sweet smile on his face, like he was admiring you. He was on his side with the right side of his face on the pillow squishing it, making him look adorable. Left hand underneath his face, his short orange hair was lightly fanning over his forehead, and it was quite messy, but it made him look… Cute.

…

No.

…

Hot.

His messy hair made him look hot. It always did. You considered yourself one of the luckiest people on the planet for having him be such a close friend of yours. It meant he’d let you touch it.

All the times you’d ruffled it when meeting him in the corridors, all the times you’d play with it while he fell asleep on your lap after studying for so long. (With you, of course. He’d never spend his own time studying.) All the times you just looked at it and admired it and it’s softness, how fluffy it was.

All the times you’d thought about tugging on it while he destroys you from the inside out.

But that would never happen…

So you snapped yourself back into reality and just continued to look at him. He was so beautiful.

So handsome.

You could marry him but you’d melt at the sight of him in a black and white suit for you.

He made your heart sink to your pussy whenever he’d walk up to you after quidditch, sweaty hair, flushed cheeks from the windburn.

Your knees weak whenever he wore just his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and had loosened his tie.

Shaking your head slightly, you watched him through your phone screen, your eyes adjusting enough for you to see the shape of his shoulders.

Fuck. They were so broad.

And his chest, it was like a brick wall. Even if it was covered with a t-shirt, his muscles were on the brink of ripping it.

At this point, you’d had no choice but to think about when you’d hug him, the warmth of having yourself in his arms while your face was stuffed in his chest.

When you used it as a pillow on the weekends as you were having sleep-overs, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Your back being pressed tightly up against it whilst he’s inside you and whispering into your ear how good you were making him feel.

It was getting out of hand how many fantasies you’d made up about him but you couldn’t stop yourself now. You were admiring every last inch of him you could see.

His lips.

Thinking about how they would feel if he was massaging them against yours.

Both the ones on your face and the ones below your belt.

His eyes.

They had a certain sparkle in them. It wasn’t romantic or anything like that.

Though you weren’t sure it was platonic either.

But what you were sure of was that Fred Weasley had a tight hold on you whether he knew it or not.

“So….” you said with a croak in your voice,

“So?” He repeated, the same admirable look in his eyes, that sweet, tooth-rotting smile still on his face. He wanted you to keep talking but it was incredibly difficult when he looked like that.

“Um I was-“ you began but he interrupted you,

“Wait is that that stupid old shirt George got you for Christmas 5th year?” he asked.

You chuckled, “Yeah,”

You stretched your arms out to be able to point the phone at it, looking down at it yourself. It was a white shirt with a little blue cat on the front, and some extremely long joke on the back that ended with “There’s no punchline, but you sure as hell were bored enough to read the back of a stranger’s shirt.”

Swallowing, he spoke again. “Wow, I can’t believe it still fits you.” You both chuckled.

“I mean it’s only been about two years, not like I’ve grown that much since then. Plus, George got it like two sizes too big,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You know, I had the perfect gift for you but I lost it two days before Christmas that year. I think someone stole it and I was so sad that I couldn’t give it to you.”

“Awh. What was it?” you asked.

“I’m not telling you.” He smirked.

“Bruh come on. You lost it so just tell me, it’s not like you’re going to die if you do.”

“Yeah well I don’t want to. If its such a pain in your ass then I’ll tell you this, it was an inside joke from third year.” he told you.

“Wait, lemme think…” you looked up and bit your lip as you tried your hardest to remember all the stupid jokes you made in third year.

“Ah! I know! Was it the time you and I snuck off in the middle of the night and caught Snape reading that really cheesy poem out loud? I forgot what it was about but I remember it was really funny. You wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you said

“No, that’s not it. Not even close.” he said.

“I have no idea then.” you said.

He went silent again and just kept looking at you. Smiling.

It made the room really hot. You tried looking elsewhere, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and his ridiculously good looks.

“Look at me.” he said, taking his hand out from under his face to avoid it falling asleep and getting pins and needles.

When you heard him, it was like a half whisper, his voice was so soft and it sent fireworks all throughout your guts.

As you looked his way, he had a small smirk on him.

Why the fuck does he always have to smirk?

Your face was starting to get hot.

“What” you said.

“Let’s have a staring contest.” he replied.

“That’s dumb.” you stated.

“You’re dumb.” he retorted.

“No, I actually study. You spend all your time making jokes and pranking people and you never study. You always only study with me and I literally do like 80% of the w-“

“Just stop talking” he interrupted and giggled at the argument you were trying to make.

You let out a sigh and looked at him with a disappointed face.

He sighed too but just kept his eyes locked on you. He wouldn’t stop and it was starting to bother you a little bit.

“Damn okay.” you said.

He squirmed in his place, it seemed his room was also starting to get as hot as yours.

Chewing the inside of his bottom lip, his smile slowly began to fade.

You had to start looking around awkwardly.

His eyes seemed to be getting heavy and they kept closing, he’d shoot them back open only to keep fucking eyeing at you.

“If you’re about to fall asleep then we can just talk tomorrow. Unless—you’re sure… you wanna stay on call…?” you spoke.

His eyebrows twitched and he responded, “M-Yeah…” he sighed. His eyes fluttering shut once again.

“You look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep into oblivion, Freddie.” you giggled. He probably didn’t hear you since he was actually already starting to pass out, but he did.

He rolled his eyes back and you took that as a sign that he was actually starting to get pissed off that you kept on talking.

Turning his head to stuff his face in his pillow, he let out a groan that sounded like he had been working out all day.

A small cry came from him that indicated he’d been deprived of something he loved for months, and he still managed to look back at you, but with furrowed eyebrows, hooded, watery eyes, and his mouth slightly agape.

“I-I’m gonna go to bed.” he choked out, stuttering as if he was on the verge of crying.

“Oh, okay, goodnight then, I love you.” you said with a sympathetic smile, he probably had a long day and needed your presence somehow, it seemed that he needed to let a cry out now that you were hanging up.

His face actually got really red and he replied.

“I love you too…” he sighed.

“So much.” he inhaled sharply before closing his eyes tightly, his face scrunching up like he just poured lemon on an open wound.

When he opened his eyes, he sent a small, forced smile your way.

You hung up and hesitantly put your phone down, turning around and covering yourself back up so you could sleep.

Tossing and turning for like five minutes, you turned back around and texted Fred again to ask him if he was okay. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get any sleep if you were worried about him and didn’t know what was wrong.

You| you okay freddie? - 1:31

…

No answer.

You waited for about a minute until you decided to click the FaceTime button again since you wouldn’t wait for him to text back.

He took a second to pick up.

When he did, he was now on his back, holding the phone above his head.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Are you okay, Freddie?” you asked, you knew he liked it when you called him ‘Freddie’ so you did it now just to bring him comfort.

“Uhm…” he licked his lips and looked down towards the end of his bed.

“..Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long and… stressful day with… uh, grades.” he looked back up at you now, he looked fine and relaxed. A little nervous might you add.

You noticed he wasn’t wearing his shirt anymore and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead.

…

He definitely had a terrible day.

Yeah.

That’s all.

“Erm okay well.. Goodnight then I guess… See you at breakfast.” you tried your best to hide the fact that you were worried sick about him.

He chuckled, “Goodnight then, love.” he sent a big smile at you and it made you feel better, but you hung up as fast as humanly possible so that he wouldn’t notice your nerves.

You were glad that he was okay now.

Throwing your phone on your nightstand for the last time, you finally turned to try and sleep.

But not before turning back around and grabbing your phone again,

You| can i go to your room? - 1:37

———————

There’s a part two coming with Fred’s POV 😻

Love Letters To No One (Part Four) - Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: You write love letters to your friend, Remus Lupin, with absolutely no intention of sending them. Ever.

Warnings: none

Words: 0.5K

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Dearest Remus,

You held my hand today. Not out of any type of romantic affection, but you still held my hand, and I think I nearly passed out.

We were going to Hogsmeade, and I lost my glove. I found out later that James stole it, but you offered me your glove. We had a bit of an argument about your hands getting cold and my already cold hands, and you grabbed my bare hand in your gloved one. I felt jolts of electricity go through me in that moment, and you just smiled like you’d won.

But really, have either of us won? I’m in love with you, and you’re not in love with me. Your best friend is in love with you, and you don’t feel the same way.

Unless you do. As we held hands throughout Hogsmeade, I wondered if perhaps you felt the same. Especially when you didn’t let go when we entered the warmth of the Three Broomsticks.

I don’t know how to deal with this. Writing letters to you and not sending them seems wrong, somehow. I feel like I’m letting things out instead of keeping it inside, even if I’m not sharing it with anyone. And it needs to stay inside, because if you know that I love you then it will ruin everything between us. Things will become weird, so I have to keep it inside and to myself.

But I suppose writing these letters isn’t that bad. It’s very therapeutic for me to let it out on parchment, although it does make me slightly sad that I’m pouring my heart out and no one will ever know. Not even you. Especially not you.

I suppose it doesn’t really matter.

I love you.

Forever yours,

Y/n Potter <3

And, like the others, your letter was stashed in the box under your bed. You did feel slightly guilty about writing them, but the only person who actually knew about them was James, and you’d made sure he’d never tell anyone about them.

You wished that Remus could read them. You wished you had the confidence to give them to him. But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, no matter how much you loved him.

“Are you okay?”

You looked to the door and saw Lily leaning against it. You nodded and looked away, and you heard a sigh from the redhead. The mattress sank slightly as she sat beside you and placed an arm around you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” she questioned, making you look at her. “We’re friends, Y/n. If you ever need to talk about something, I’m right here.”

You debated telling her. But James already knew, and if Lily knew, then two out of five of your friends knew, and that was too many. You didn’t even want James to know.

“Thanks, Lily,” you said instead. “I’m just really tired. School’s stressing me out a bit.”

Lily looked at you for a moment longer before squeezing your shoulders.

“You brother and his friends just snuck out and got us butterbeer. You want some?” she asked.

You nodded and plastered a smile on your face before following the witch down the stairs.

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Bookshop Girl

Part 3: Stars

Remus Lupin x fem! Hufflepuff! reader

Summary: Y/n has a couple of encounters with a certain star and Remus explains the plot of his book to James

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and sex

a/n: 3.4k words, things are getting interesting so hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think x

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Sirius wandered through the hallways aimlessly in search of something to do. Remus and James were in class, Peter was currently passed out which may or may not have been the raven-haired boys’ fault and now with pranking Snape off the table, he was beyond bored. Passing by the library entrance he stopped, thinking for a second before heading in giving the librarian a wink as he walked by causing the women to reluctantly blush as she made a mental note to watch him for any shenanigans.

Walking towards the charms section, well what he was 70% sure was that section, his eyes started trailing over the books for the one Remus and Peter were talking about. The map was completed but this book would help them add a little flair to it, a personal mischievous touch if you will. As he walked around the corner and started to head down yet another strip of never-ending bookshelves, he spotted someone attempting to push themselves up on the little desk in order to grab a book.

He smiled at the scene as he approached, letting his eyes fall down across their figure in particular the way the skirt had ridden upever so slightly in their endeavours “Need a hand?” he says making the poor girl jump in her surprise and fall off of the desk

Sirius is quick and reaches out, head hitting his chest as she falls into his arms. As he helps steady her he realises who the girl is, what are the chances, he thinks as he recognises you, the little Hufflepuff that he caught smiling at him earlier at breakfast.

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Bookshop Girl

Part 2: Moony’s girl

Remus Lupin x fem! Hufflepuff! reader

Summary: The marauders find out about Remus’ bookshop girl, teasing him rotten while y/n tells her own friends about her encounter

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and sex

a/n: 2.8 words, I’m so excited for this one, Alex is of my own creation he’s technically one of my OC’s dads, i tagged the people who asked and/or asked about part 2, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think x

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“Pads, hurry the fuck up!” James roars down the platform, hands on his hips as he watches Sirius straight up ignore him, huffing as he realises it’s useless and turning back to look around for his other friends, spotting Remus as he approaches “Moony!” James calls, smiling and waving

“Hey Prongs” Remus says placing down his luggage before he gives James a hug “I’m assuming Pads is taking his sweet old time” Remus chuckles, he was pretty sure everyone heard James’ scream, some 1st years with muggle parents could be seen debating their choices about letting their children go

“Yeah he got caught up with some guy” James shrugs “I mean siriusly it’s like moths to a flame” he wiggles his fingers gesturing as Remus smiles realising how much he missed his friends over summer

“Hey guys!” Peter greets as he jogs up, placing his own luggage by Remus and James’ “How was your summer?” he asks smiling away clearly happy to see his friends as well

“Pretty good actually, we…” James replies but Sirius cuts him off as he waltzes up

“Oh yeah, pretty good if you count Mr dear over here talking about Lily every two minutes” he huffs rolling his eyes “How he’ll finally woo her now we’ve stopped bullying Snivellus…hey” he mocks arms waving around before snapping at James as he hits him in the back of the head “What was that for?” he asks annoyed shoving his friend back

“I told you not to call him that in public” James scolds him looking around to make sure a certain red head didn’t hear it

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Temptation is the sweetest fruit | J.P

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word count: 9k (yeah…idk how that happened either)

Summary: Your parents arrange a relationship for you and James (you both come from religious families). You connect instantly, this is the story of that connection and the temptation to sin that came with it. Fluff & Smut.

Warnings: Smut 16+, arranged relationship, implied future arranged marriage, slight misogyny from readers family, depictions of religious guilt, masturbation (male & female), oral sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex/pull out method (please don’t do this in real life lmao), no real dom/sub dynamics, maybe very briefly sub! James but thats a stretch. Let me know if I missed any! 

Side-notes: In the story it’s stated that the reader has to hold back around her family to appear ‘proper’ and ‘ladylike’ I of course know this is not the case in all religious households. This story is not meant to bash religion or anything like that. 

A/N: Do any other authors immediately hate a story they’ve written and think its awful as soon as they go to post it? Idk why I’m like this 😭

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masterlist!

hi hi!! here is my masterlist:)

 reminder that i do not give permission for anyone to steal/ copy my work or  any reposts. reblogs and comments are welcomed!

please enjoy petals. best wishes xoxo- claire

smut or implied smut = *

thunder

after months of drawing and writing your feelings away, they become exposed to the man you’ve been desperate to keep them from…bucky.

relaxation 

you notice bucky has been feeling a little stressed lately, so why not treat him to a spa night?!

bbm baby *

its the rockin 70s and you and the gang have a night out, feelings may or may not get exposed;)

mine *

bucky owns the north end of brooklyn, new york. you’re his dolly, and someone tries to take you from him. no one touches his dolly. he shows you exactly just who you belong to.

desperado *

you and bucky have hated each other since the beginning, and push each others every button. after months of disobeying buckys rules regarding missions, he decides to finally teach you a well deserved lesson. 

i knew you were trouble ( buckys verison) ( part of the red series)

the second you met bucky, you knew he was trouble. falling for the bad boy was never your style… but who are you deny a man as charming as him? maybe you wanted to be trouble too…

don’t make me ask twice *

 you’ve been teasing bucky all day and he’s had enough. meet him in his office at 11pm sharp… and don’t make him ask twice. 

knee socks *

you’re buckys favourite thing to come home to after a long day at work.

i drink wine *

long day of meetings + bottle of merlot= stress reliever. but bucky adds one more variable to that equation, and you discover the missing component when you find him masturbating in YOUR bed.   

you wanna be good for me? *

the crush you have on your fathers best friend increases at an alarming rate when you come back home for the holidays. you show bucky just how good you can be for him. 

the meeting *

 your boss mr. rogers is a mean mean man, but you find he has a sweet spot- just for you. perks of the job? he’s hot. and his best friend is too. ;)

teachers pet  *

professor barnes wants to reward you for being such a good girl and for being such a  good, hardworking student. you meet him after class for some much needed release.

lovers rock *

after sharing a joint with the famous ladies man- bucky barnes, the two of you get into a little…trouble involving a bed, and your legs spread wide open.

SERIES 

stress reliever *

after a stressful long day at work, your roommate bucky knows just what you need to ease the tension.

the morning after * ( pt 2 to stress reliever) 

a long night between the sheets requires an even longer shower :) 

go go dancer  *

 you’re steve’s girl, and everyone knows it. he takes you with him everywhere and flaunts you like a brand new rolex. at the most popular club in NYC, he wants you with him, dancing and for a business deal.

beautiful player *

you’ve always watched steve from afar,and at a party one night you decide to really get to know him. you may REALLY get to know him later on in the semester… 

you and steve are going back to 505.. except the room only has one bed. this would be fine on normal circumstances right? except one thing.. you cannot stand steve’s guts. at least thats what you keep telling yourself.

melodrama

when you go through your rough patches, your boyfriend steve is always there to guide you through them.

butterfly *

after comforting his little butterfly, steve shows you just how special and pretty you really are.

the meeting *

 your boss mr. rogers is a mean mean man, but you find he has a sweet spot- just for you. perks of the job? he’s hot. and his best friend is too. ;)

its artistic vision, pumpkin *

sexual tension has lingered between you and your best friend steve for weeks. instead of him asking you to paint the two of you having sex, he decides maybe its best if the two of you actually have sex instead. 

the letter

due to conflict that has happened in asgard, loki had to send you to new york to keep you safe until it passes. love letters are the one way you and your lover stay in touch.

every man gets his wish *

 you bump into loki, your best friends brother while running to the kitchen to quench your late night thirst. loki might just decide to have a midnight snack.

not allowed *

after another failed attempt to get your best friend loki off your mind as a lover, you decided to seek him out for comfort. but you could never touch him and feel him like you do in your dreams right? wrong. 

moon song *

sneaking out to meet your prince at all hours of the night just so happens to be your favourite past time, especially when it ends in gentle love making. 

bubbles

loki helps you during a panic attack.

working for the knife

your boyfriend loki spoils you after a long day at work.

SERIES 

enchanted (in progress) 

the dreadful war is over, and odin has invited you and your family to asgard to celebrate. you are enchanted to meet a certain someone, and slowly start to become head over heels with the prince charming. 

confessions 

confessions are made, and kisses occur <3 ( part 2 to enchanted)

swear? swear.

 when a mission goes south and you send up stranded and wounded in a snow storm, you wish your natasha was there to give you some warmth.

peter x reader are always of age in these fics!

play date *

you’ve had a crush on peter for quite some time now, and when he shows up for your guys weekly study session, he walks in on something he probably… shouldn't have.

training wheels *

peter comes over for another study session, but instead of it being filled with the study of molecules, he studies the way your body reacts to his touch. and his mouth. and his words. 

SERIES

chapter one: the comfort

 touch me not feel me *

you swore you’d never hook up with the infamous fuck boy peter parker ever again, yet here you were… in his bed… again.

chapter two: the mistake

in my feelings *

he hasn't called you in ages, so why and how does he appear in your bed again?

chapter three: the longing

 right where you left me * ( the interlude) 

its been four months since parker left you alone and hurting, and you haven't been able to build the walls back up again that he tore down. you love him, but he doesn't love you…right?

chapter four: the serenity

( coming soon) 

coming soon…

BLURBS & REQUESTS

you can run but you cant hide- the winter soldier 

as HYDRA attacks new york, you attempt to flee your horrible past, desperate not to be captured by them once again. but theres a slight problem… the winter soldier wants to play a little game first.

birthday suit- steve rogers  *

you give sub! steve a little birthday surprise.

i know places- bucky barnes *

you hate barnes, and barnes hates you. yet when you get injured on a mission, the lines of love and loathing are crossed… and the single bed tony has at the safe house ends up being a benefit after all.

lover- steve rogers

you n steve are lil lovebirds, and neck kisses in bed is the nightly routine.

back off- bucky barnes

when someone gets a little too close and comfortable with you, bucky decides enough is enough.

material girl- peter parker *

you eat, sleep and breathe luxury- and everyone loves you. accept for one man- that being peter parker. which doesn’t bother you, because you hate him back. don’t ask how this equation works… but somehow the two of you end up as a very happy couple.

ultraviolence- peter parker *

 friends are overrated, so when the boy in the apartment across from you, peter parker, decides to be happy go lucky towards you, you become rather annoyed. soon enough, he warms your frozen heart

.dirty talk- peter parker *

teasing your boyfriend at dinner with his family was a bad, bad idea.

behind closed doors- peter parker *

 to the world you may appear to be a shining angel, but sometimes peter wishes people would see what goes on behind closed doors.

THE SEVEN SINS MASTERLIST

there’s been a mixup in the afterlife, and a sweet, innocent girl like yourself ends up in the first level of hell. the rulers of the seven sins promise to help you leave the pit you wound up in, with a few favours along the way. experience all of what the seven levels of hell have to offer…