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town except its the capital city(i js want to leave my country and live in nyc, london or paris)
artist: Cassie
ZAAAAYNE 😭😭
me staring at the search bar trying to decide which fictional man I’ll read about tonight:
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble
sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.
luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader
James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you."
He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.
"It's not about irritating me," you say.
"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet."
"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?"
"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose."
What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed.
James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs.
"You alright?" the smoother asks.
i will forever live laugh love sly remus
think again - james potter
summary: on your fifteenth anniversary, sirius and remus gift you and james a photo album that has you gasping in embarrassment in front of harry and closing it with a loud slam. despite that, and the warning on the front page that says 'Harry, if you’re reading this, think again', your son can't help himself. He should have thought again. And again. And maybe perhaps just one more time. wc: 1.9k+ cw: suggestive themes and two explicit sentences, discussion of inappropriate images, mentions of r! and james having harry before marriage (when they were 18)
Harry Potter loved his family.
Even though he pretended to hurl when his dad whisked you for a kiss that had you swooning long after he pulled away, or pushed you away when you kissed him on the forehead, hugging him for a little too long in front of his friends, Harry could not have asked for better parents.
So when it was your and James’s fifteen year anniversary, Harry didn’t tease about how it seemed mathematically unusual that he was already past the fifteen year old mark. He didn’t take a close look at photos from your wedding, inspecting all of the photos baby Harry was in, curled in his grandparents' arms for most of the night. He didn’t make a comment about how his parents were only thirty three with a grown teenager, relatively younger in comparison to the parents of other kids in his year.
No, Harry did none of that. Instead, he watched fondly as his father held you in his arms on the couch, whispering sweetly to you.
He smiled, mimicking the looks on both his parents’ face. You were curled into James’s chest, staring at your husband with an unbeatable expression of love that only your James himself could out do. James was pressing sweet kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and the briefest one on your lips before shying away from you. Harry caught glimpses of your youth in these moments; mischievous, affectionate, and definitely a pain to every one of the single friends around you.
The front door slammed open. You and James didn’t even pull away from each other as Sirius Black sauntered into the living room, a grinning Remus Lupin on his heels. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. His godfathers looked like they were up to no good.
“Happy anniversary.” Remus announced, shifting his weight back and forth from the balls to the heels of his feet. “Did you know,” Sirius started, pointing a finger up in the air, “That exactly fifteen years ago today, minus approximately ten minutes, the two of you were having sex?” You laughed in shock, asking “What?” and James pulled you closer to him. Harry grimaced in disgust.
“Yeah, we came to wake you up, said it’s bad luck to see each other on the day of your wedding. Door was locked, you told us it was too late, and we warned you that we would break into the room, but then we heard-”
“Stuff.” Remus cut him off, raising his eyebrows. You felt your cheeks go hot, remembering how your fiancé — back then — had spoken to your best friends while thrusting into you at an unforgivable pace. Your high pitched moan as you orgasmed had thankfully alerted your two friends not to enter the room.
“Don’t know much about bad luck now.” James chuckled, glancing down at you with a grin. “Anyway!” Remus announced, drawing your attention back to the two men. “We made you a little gift.”
“For every time we’ve seen too much!” Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked past your two best friends to glance at your son, sat alone on the couch, not even pretending not to be listening. His face was contorted in repulsion.
Sirius thrusted a thick photo album in front of you, and you shuffled in James’s hold to release your arms from the bundle of limbs you were wrapped in. You gently took the album from Sirius’s hands, smiling softly “Aw, thank you guys.”
“Oh, you won’t be thanking us for long.”
Concern overtook you at Sirius’s words, and you opened the photo book. The first page was blank, apart from writing that said ‘Harry, if you’re reading this, think again.’ James’s chest rumbled with a whole-hearted laugh. You glanced up at your best friends nervously before hooking your finger into the next couple of pages. You turned to a random page in the booklet.
You gasped loudly, immediately shutting the photo album.
The couple in front of you seemed proud with their work, a loud laugh escaping them both despite the horrified look you shot them. James was silent next to you, and you twisted your torso to look at his expression. His eyes were wide, cheeks so red you were sure his glasses would begin fogging up.
“Anyway, we’re going to take Harry out to diagon alley for a couple of hours. For no reason.” But Sirius turned around to wink at you as he left the room with Remus, who slung an arm over his shoulders. Harry wordlessly followed his uncles, shrugging.
He did not want to know what was in that album.
Would be the furthest thing from the truth. He itched to find out. So badly, that when he sipped at a milkshake in diagon alley with his godfathers, he was twitching in a poor attempt not to ask about their gift. So badly, that when he was left alone at home that night while you and James went for dinner, all Harry could think about was sneaking into your room and looking through those pages.
Giving up, Harry pushed himself off his bed, opening the door to his parents’s bedroom with one last look down the corridor. He took in a deep breath; no one was home. Harry briefly took notice to the empty potion vial on your bed side table, wrinkling his nose as he realised what it was. Birth control. Taking a couple of steps closer, Harry peeked into the open drawer, looking for the black leather of the photo album.
It wasn’t there.
He rounded the undone bed to open his dad’s bedside drawer. Bingo. Harry reached for the leather-bound album, fingers curling around the curve of the album’s spine. He leaned back on the wall behind him, sinking down onto the floor. No way was he going to sit down on that bed. Harry flicked open the album, and immediately, his cheeks went red.
His godfathers knew him too well.
‘Harry, if you’re reading this, think again.’ He did, extending his arm to tip the book back into the drawer, before shaking his head and snatching it back. He flipped the page over, and his breath immediately hitched in his throat at the sight. Sirius’s words from his morning echoed in his head; they made sense now. ‘For every time we’ve seen too much!’ The two photos that took up the space of the first page of the book dated back to your time at Hogwarts.
Harry knew you and James began dating within the first month of your fifth year at Hogwarts, but you didn’t look fifteen in this photo. Maybe seventeen, possibly older. But it was hard to tell with the way your faces were hidden. Of course, the images moved – much to Harry’s dismay. In the first photograph, James was carrying you, and your legs were wrapped around his torso, the skirt of your uniform riding up your legs, creasing under James’s hands, which were groping your backside.
You were pressed up against the wall of a dark hallway, your arms tightly wrapped over James’s shoulders, his glasses smushed between your faces as you made out deeply. The image of your tongues flattening against each other was grotesque. Harry had seen his parents make out before – a quick snog when you thought no one was looking. James would tug you closer to him by the wrist, wrapping an arm around your waist when you turned your attention to him.
It was often in the kitchen, if not the backyard, but James would press his lips against yours, and you would part your lips to welcome his tongue into your mouth for a quick, greedy lick against yours. James would pull away, his trousers slightly tighter around his crotch, and you would wipe the space around your lips to conceal any evidence.
But this kiss, in this image, was like nothing he’d seen before. Your body was moving against James with a desperation he hadn’t seen before, his dad’s hips frantically grinding against your centre as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, your tongues eagerly battling for control over the kiss.
He couldn’t imagine it, but the next photo was much worse, and he instantly regretted not listening to the note on the front. Harry huffed. There should have been a second warning. By looking at the second image, Harry decided that you and James had just turned eighteen. His dad’s hair was had looked to be freshly cut, not long like the previous photo, almost an afro around his head. Here, it was trimmed neatly, curls soft, the stubble on his face barely there. You wore shorts, exposing your legs, and Harry could see that you had the cheeky smiley faced tattoo on your thigh, which you’d admitted to getting on your eighteenth birthday with his dad, Remus and Sirius.
You were clearly at a party in this photo, with drinks littering the kitchen countertop in front of you, both you and James looking like anyone would after hours of partying. One hand on the countertop, the other reaching up into the cupboard over you, you were biting your lip struggling to get something as you stood on your tippy toes. You raised a knee over the side of the counter, top, and just as you were about to push yourself off the ground, a hand rested on your hip, halting your movements.
James pressed his body against yours as he reached above you, arm stretching up higher than yours to grab a bag of chips for you, wedged in the cupboard. James unnecessarily pressed himself onto his tippy toes, stumbling forward as he lost balance, his crotch dragging against your ass before he fell flat on his feet. Your eyebrows raised in the photo, but you smirked, spinning around and looking at James with a slight tilt of your head. James’s face flushed, a shy look overtaking his features as he poorly attempted to maintain confidence.
Harry almost heard your hum as you stared down his father, just a boy in this photo, before your fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him against you. James’s body pressed against yours and you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. The bag of chips fell to the floor as both of James’s hands came to rest on your hips, already deepening the kiss with you. It was difficult for Harry to believe that those two teenagers in the image would be having a child that same year. Him.
Just before Harry could witness something he didn’t want to see, the image flashed, and the entire scene repeated itself. That’s enough, Harry decided, but he couldn’t help but wonder what had made his mother gasp so loudly as she shut the photo album. He tried mimicking your earlier movements, fingers dipping past a couple of pages. Triumphantly, he turned these pages over, but the second he caught a glimpse of his dad on his knees, back to the camera, Harry made a disgusted noise, shutting the book with a loud slam.
He scrambled back on his feet, dropping the book in his father’s drawer and closing it before rushing out of the room to return to his bedroom, forgetting that his parents’ bedroom door hadn’t been open when he first came in.
Luckily for him though, you and James were too busy kissing your way up the stairs and into bed to notice the detail.
sigh i love fics where harry is my child 😔🫶
His bed is a little too small
Another imagination of sleep with Konig, enjoy your comfort after ending the mission with Konig
the little guy is his son : ) (I saw a video of Konig lifting up his mask and showing his little toy" his son" to you, and I CAN'T GET RID OF HOW CUTE IT IS)
when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics
Perfect Replacement | R.L.
summary: Remus begins to worry about your well-being after seeing you act much differently than before.
pairing: remus lupin x Black Family!reader
includes: use of Y/N, mentions of abuse (both mental and physical), unfair treatment, bullying, cursing, allusions to receiving the dark mark, burning out, angst, smallest bit of fluff (lmk if i missed any!)
a/n: lowkey, this one was sad and requested by someone a while ago… i’m swamped with my own school work so this was a little vent fic for me :)
From the moment you were born, Orion and Walburga knew what you were meant to be—what you would always be known as. You were the Black Family’s spare. If Sirius or Regulus was injured in a way magic wasn’t enough to heal them, you were the person they tore open to find missing parts. You were nothing but a tool.
Worst of all, they refused to recognize you as even part of their family. What they wanted was a male heir and—being the first born before Sirius by mere minutes—you ruined their lives. Sure, the legacy would’ve still been able to continue with Sirius, but Walburga and Orion were furious when they saw a girl be born into the Black Family.
It was always your fate to be their spare.
OH IM so sick to my stomach that this is only a one shot 😭😭😭 JUSTICE JUSTIIIIICEEE
“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”
ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep
Stan: 😃
Ford: (≖_≖)
puss in boots 3 when???
The babygirl!!
the babiest girl in the pack
Babygirl 🐶
‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama
purposely choosing to ignore current events about the murder of black lives, for the sake of not wanting to see any “negativity” is so fucking stupid. blocking that out doesn’t make your fantasy bubble dreamy, it only shows willful ignorance and/or being blinded by your own privilege. that also goes for those who say police brutality is an american problem and it doesn’t affect them— the lack of sympathy is truly telling and anti-blackness exists everywhere so that’s relevant. if you’re present on social media, i guarantee you’re just one click away from at least knowing what the hell is going on. it’s so important these days since misinformation spreads like wildfire.
If you aren’t aware of what’s going on today in the Philippine shit storm, trolls all over Facebook have been creating dummy accounts of students and alumni of universities, journalists, and activists, or anyone who has voiced out protest against the Anti-Terror Bill. These dummy accounts have no profile picture and no content on their profile, and some have messaged the person they’ve made an account of and sent insults and threats to them.
It is also likely that once the Anti-Terror Bill is passed, these accounts will start posting malicious content, and as the bill will make it so that any form of negative content against the government can be labelled as a terrorist attack, point the blame to those they’ve impersonated.
I, myself, was also victim to this. My friends and I have reported the dummy account, but Facebook will not be removing any of these dummy accounts because they don’t go against their “community standards.” So, fuck you, Facebook.
UPDATE:
These trolls are paid 3K pesos to make these fake accounts and someone has recently discovered they’re doing it on LinkedIn as well.
In addition, the Philippine National Bureau is Investigation are saying these fake accounts are a result of a “glitch”. Seriously?? Since when do glitches send death threats too, huh??
These are obviously just scare tactics, I know. But, stay vigilant and keep fighting to JUNK THE ANTI-TERROR BILL!
June 9
The Facebook thing happened June 7th, and fake accounts were still popping up June 8th and today. Around noon today, it was also announced that the Anti-Terror Bill has been signed late last night and was already en route to malacañang, where it waits for the president’s signature of approval (or veto, which I doubt would happen since he filed it as urgent).
These people fast-tracked this vaguely-worded bill during a PANDEMIC and quietly moved it forward like thieves in the night (quite literally lmao).
As of last night, the bill only needed 3 more members of congress rescinding their votes to lose majority. They really want this bill to happen and with the way it’s worded, this is dangerous for critics (are we even critics at this point? I DEMAND BETTER POLITICIANS FFS) of the government.
Additionally, it has been reported that there was an inaccurate counting of votes to pass the Anti-Terror Bill, but the ones who voted yes to it disregarded it and still had it brought straight to Malacañang Palace.
A lot of the original votes were withdrawn once they heard the people protesting it. Again, the authors disregarded this and approved it anyway.
i jus saw this on my news feed and i cried
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