“We can tuck you in with Remus tonight,” says Sirius lightly. A pink blush blooms over Remus’ cheeks. “He’s got all sorts of methods for getting a good sleep. We’ll have you fully nocturnal in no time, babe.”
this killed me in the best way possible sorry
Reviving you for the next part stay with me lovely!
I’m not sure if this is the right place to ask?? But I’ve been eyeing ‘the boulevard is not that bad’ for ages but it says ‘almost famous au’ in the description and I’m worried it has spoilers for the movie which I want to watch at some point. I’m desperate to read it because I love your work 😭 but I’ve been trying not to it in case. Do you use plot lines from the movie?? Or is it just that the premise is loosely based on the movie? Or does ‘almost famous au’ mean something else entirely?
Hey lovely, it's good to hear from you I hope you're doing well too! I would say boulevard more uses the premise of the movie, I don't think I've done anything so far that you wouldn't know from the trailer and the plot and characters are very different. I do make some references, but I think that's mostly stuff you wouldn't recognize as references until you watch the movie, if that helps? Anyway yeah I completely understand if you still want to wait and experience the movie without reading the series first but I don't think there's anything that would spoil it, if anybody can think of anything I'm not though please say something in the comments :)
i hadn’t read your rockstar series until i saw the newest post and decided to read them all… i am absolutely obsessed !! so excited to read more in the future !!
Yay I'm so glad you're liking it so far angel!! More tomorrow :)
Omg you're so sweet, thank you for sharing this with me!! And gorgeous work as always. I think this moodboard is actually also going to really suit the part I just wrote the other day, part 14 :) reader trying to figure out who she is and if she can trust that too ugh </3
AHHHHH so gutted by the newest boulevard!!!! Yayyyyy I love how you do hurt (and hopefully comfort in the future), and it just fits so well with the arc so far
I can't wait to see more of the boys' reactions to r's professionalism, there's a lot that's been building up (i wouldn't be shocked if this r also got an ulcer, poor thing, the emotional whiplash of being friendly and then seen as an enemy is insanely tough on top of the grueling schedule), she deserves a crash-out moment
love love love your talent as always, even when i'm quiet i promise 🩷
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Haha yes comfort pending! I'm glad you're enjoying it lovely, and happy to hear your thoughts anytime but there's no pressure or rush ever, thank you for sharing them with me <3
Our poor sweetheart of a reporter is just being used as Sirius’ punching bag left right and center! If you like this idea I would love to see a continuation of the angst from part 4 of the rockstar series, where reader kinda just accepts that Sirius hates her, and thinks the other boys just see her as a burden they have to deal with cause of the situation. So she just fully detaches, goes completely professional and doesn’t bother with the extra effort to be friends with them cause she’s not about to chase after them like that if they’ve made their feelings clear. I think the boys would realize in the absence that they miss her and maybe James and Remus would knock some sense into Sirius about how he’s been treating her. Also no pressure at all, absolutely love the series!!!
Babe the way I've hoardeddd this request! Thanks for the idea, hope you're okay with it being put to use much later than you originally thought <3
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
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rockstar!marauders x journalist!reader ♡ 1.3k words
You don’t leave your room until after dark, when the bus loads to bring The Marauders crew to their second show of the weekend. There’s no point in it; you won’t have a good opportunity to interview the boys until after the show anyway, and you’re too tired to be around people anytime your tape recorder isn’t running. For the feature that comes out of this to be good requires some intimacy, but you can set the limit.
You do feel like you’ve achieved the exclusivity you were after. You’ve learned a lot. Not just the big stuff—not just Remus’ spells of poor health and James’ encounter with the unofficial queen of music recording—but details fans wouldn’t know just from seeing the band onstage. That Sirius is funnier than he seems. Not just the loud, showy kind, but funny in how he’ll let the others rag on him, how he’ll put on airs and allow himself to appear distinctly uncool to make his friends laugh. That Remus is not only moody and mysterious, but bashful at times. Often, he rolls his eyes to cover his blush. That James is…well, James is exactly as he appears. That’s the surprise of him. He’s really not too good to be true.
These things are already enough. They’ll be of interest to fans, invite them in, make them feel privy to something that lingers beneath the music. You don’t need the other gossip-column stuff. But what you don’t have enough of yet is what you really came along for: quotes about The Marauders’ upcoming album.
You’ve been too pliable. You let yourself get too excited about being behind the curtain. Somehow, while you weren’t looking, the curtain tangled you all up until you nearly forgot which side you were on before. The camaraderie between the boys is so easy, it’ll sweep you up, make you think you’ve known them all along, too. That’s part of the magic of The Marauders, perhaps. It worked like a charm on you.
Not anymore, you tell yourself sternly on your way down to the bus. You’re here to do a job. You’re here for yourself. There’s a wall between you and the band by the very nature of your role here, and your role is to make that wall appear transparent, not evaporate it. You won’t let yourself get so close again.
Closeness has only given you less to write about.
You return Lily’s polite nod as you step onboard the bus. Sirius is giving you some kind of look, but you pretend not to notice it poking at your periphery. You ignore too James’ patting of the extra space on his bench, passing the boys by to sit instead in an empty seat a few rows behind them. Close enough to overhear; not close enough to engage. As you should have been this whole while.
“Have a lie in this morning?” Remus asks you anyway.
“Yeah,” you reply.
James turns fully around to speak to you, folding his arms atop of his seat. “I hope you’ve rested up,” he says. “Tomorrow, we’re going to Cadbury World.”
“Oh.” It takes a second, but you find the right smile. Pleasant and distantly apologetic. “You all have fun, but I think I’m going to stay back. I have to edit this article for Tuesday.”
James looks put out. You pull out your notepad before you can linger on it.
“What’s the article about?” asks Remus. It may only be your own new wariness, but you think you detect a hint of vigilance in his tone.
You glance at Sirius on instinct to see if he’s eyeing you with the same distrust. His dark-rimmed stare is heavy, but it’s not…it’s not what you expect. There’s no accusation there. Sirius seems watchful, but not like he’s anticipating something in particular. Like he’s waiting to see what you do next.
You wonder if he thinks you’re angry with him. You’re not. You don’t blame him for thinking you’d sell James out for a story; Sirius is used to dealing with real journalists. He’s learnt to be calculating, to put himself as a shield between people like you and anything—or anyone—he wants to protect. To anticipate the worst you could do so he knows when to be ready. If you were half the journalist Spellbound thinks you are, you would have done it.
You just aren’t sure if you are that journalist. You aren’t sure if you want to be.
“It’s something I was working on before I got here,” you say to mollify Remus.
“Are you feeling alright?” asks Sirius.
You feel your brows draw in tight, forgetting for a moment to control your expression. “I feel fine, why?”
He shrugs. “You seem rather tired all of a sudden.”
You put your pleasant smile back on. Sirius frowns. “I guess all this staying up from dusk to dawn is finally getting to me.”
“Ah, yeah.” James sets his chin on his forearms, his eyes big with sympathy. “I crashed earlier in the tour, too. I think it’s a sort of hurdle you have to get over. Sorry.”
“We can tuck you in with Remus tonight,” says Sirius lightly. A pink blush blooms over Remus’ cheeks. “He’s got all sorts of methods for getting a good sleep. We’ll have you fully nocturnal in no time, babe.”
You direct your stare toward your notepad, trying to focus enough to make sense of the first sentence of the article you’re meant to be editing. “I’m not sure that will work out very well for when I eventually have to be awake during the day again.”
“Why would you ever do that?” Sirius jokes.
You’re tempted to look up and raise an eyebrow at him; you don’t. “Once I have what I need for the feature, I’m guessing Spellbound will want me working normal business hours.”
There’s a pause.
“Well,” says Sirius, “I don’t know why you’d ever work for them, in that case. They sound unhinged.”
You try not to feel anything about the obviousness of James’ upset when he asks, “Are you nearly done with the feature already?”
It’s almost laughable. As if they’ve given you near enough information to write the feature; you hardly have enough for a few paragraphs. But, it is like James to be optimistic. “Not quite.”
Sirius tsks. “Guess we’re not going to be rid of you very soon, then.”
You keep your expression neutral as you look up at him. “I’ll do my best to work efficiently.”
Dark brows descend over stormcloud eyes. “Sure you’re not feeling ill?”
“I’m fine.”
“You should come to Cadbury World with us,” says James, looking worried now, too. “You seem like you could maybe use a break.”
The useless mush of your heart softens instinctively at the earnestness in his voice. “Thanks,” you say, “but I think I ought to stay on task. We all want me to finish up and get out of your hair, right?”
Remus makes a soft sound. “No one’s said that.”
“Maybe we can do an interview after the show?” you go on. “If you’re ready, I can ask some more questions about the album. I know it’s not completely done yet, but the point of me being here is to get accounts of the process.”
“I thought we agreed you’d be taking us to dinner first,” Sirius hums, in that teasing way of his.
You don’t rise to the bait. “If you’d like to have the interview at a restaurant, that can be arranged.” You have no clue how you’ll finance it, but that can be a problem for later (and possibly for Spellbound).
It’s not just Sirius who frowns at you now; all three of the boys look at you like you’ve boarded the bus with serpents for hair.
“O…kay,” says Sirius. “We’ll see.”
“Sure,” you reply. The familiar, hard edge of determination slots into place in your middle; a welcome feeling. “We can see.”
i just saw that post telling you and some other writers to "come back"??? i genuinely am confused on what they mean because you have been posting so much of your work lately, and it might just be me but the "rise my minions" or wtv comment leaves a weird taste in my mouth because you're not some robot that has to constantly put out more and more work. maybe i'm overreacting but i just wanted to tell you that you can post as much or as little as possible and you don't owe any of us anything <3
Haha I know the post you're talking about and I don't think they meant anything by it but yeah I too was confused. I've seen a couple of posts like that that have mentioned me and sooooo many requests I get start with "if you ever decide to write for the marauders/peter parker/stranger things again" and I'm like sorry huh? Often they come within a couple hours of when I've posted a fic of the character they're requesting for too so it leaves me at a loss for where they got this impression that I'm not writing lol. But thanks for the support angel, I don't feel like I owe y'all anything and I enjoy writing and having you read it! <3
I am going to be on a 4 hour car journey tomorrow pls wish me luck so I don’t feel like a Trapped Soul. I shall be thinking of ur steddie roadtrip Drabble at all times 🫡
Good luck!! I love a good roadtrip when I'm driving or in the passenger seat but in the back I feel you lol it sounds like we're on the same wavelength carsick-wise
It’s 🍒 and it has been so long tbh. Sorry about being so gone for so long but has anything interesting happened? For me it was finally finding out that I’m nonbinary and I want to go by a different name now :) but the main downside to this is I can’t tell my parents and one of my friends because they probably will crash out heavily and also said friend doesn’t want to watch HTTYD 2 because one of the characters is queer (I’m pretty sure it’s only one character and subtle; we had watched the first movie with her and another friend earlier this week) and she doesn’t know that I’m queer (I asked her a hypothetical how would she feel if one of her close friends was queer and she would feel mixed up and stressed and said person wouldn’t be a go-to advice person but would still be nice and it would hurt her if she found that out about a close friend) so yea :) sorry if I seem to bring in drama whenever I talk to you but I’m kinda considering starting to be a fanfic writer whenever I get ideas should I? (Sorry for my lack of grammar I’m about to go to sleep) but good morning, afternoon, or night to you and also happy pride :)
Hey 🍒, happy pride! Happy for you that you're discovering more about yourself. It sucks that there's people in your life you can't share that with because it sounds like they wouldn't be unsupportive, but (not to be all compulsive bright-side) I think it's good that you at least know who those people are so you don't unknowingly put yourself in bad situations. I don't think there's any reason not to write fanfic if you want to, but I don't consider it like a major decision, it's become a big part of my life but it doesn't have to be if you don't want it to and I think you can take it as it comes! Hoipe you have a great day/night
OMFG IM SO SORRY GIRL IVE BEEN SO BUSY like I came back to town and my grandmother got hospitalized, I had admissions procedure and then I kind of fell sick, but I'm just happy that I got to go to my old college for formalities, because I could meet this cat we call pirate. I mean it's kind of mean because she's blind from one eye, but she is the sweetest most adorable creature you'll come across. And she's pregnant!!!!!! Like ik cats are reclusive but she's such an extrovert like she'll approach you herself and play with you, and when she met me she purred so much I'm sure it gave me nine lives!! How's everything going with you and princess?? All good? I'm so sorry I've had to be inactive on Tumblr but my love and my best wishes are always with you♥️
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Sweetheart you don't have to apologize for not being online ever!! I'm sorry it sounds like there's been lots of stress. Pirate sounds so cutie and sweetie, I'm glad you got to meet her! Princess and I are great, I got a new couch so I've been trying to get her to sit on it more with me but she's a bit wary, we're working on it. Sending love and well wishes back at you!
hii!! i saw u write for carmy, and i was wondering if u could write smth anout mikey and reader (while he was alive .. #ripmikey)
Hey lovely! I'm not one hundred percent positive this is what you mean so let me know if I'm misinterpreting but I wouldn't be interested in writing mikey x reader sorry
I am a long time reader on Tumblr but I only recently started writing fics (which u inspired me to). Few went well but the others not so much
In particular, I wrote a Lily x reader fic but it was not a good reach ......
Is it bcuz there are very few ppl who read that or something else?
I have lost some hope in writing after that bcuz it was not a good reach
Holppp 😭
P.S I would also like an anon plsss
I love u bae and thank you sooo much for giving me the courage to write lovely
I am truly grateful ❤️❤️
Hey angel, idk I feel like my lily fics don't tend to get much interaction either, I'm unsure if that's a general wlw thing or just because a lot of my audience didn't originally come here for wlw content or something else. I think it's always hard to say, with anything! There are many factors. And yeah for sure, if you just want any anon I'll give you one in the tags of this post. I'm glad you've felt motivated to write! <3
Hi lovely! Speaking of camp counselor James, I’ve always wondered what those training days were like when he and reader first met. I love reading those early first impression moments, and I was wondering how it was for them or what James thought <3
Thank you for requesting lovely!
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
camp counselor!james x fem!reader ♡ 824 words
James’ parents raised him to reach out to people. He learned early in life how to go up to anyone, put on a smile, and ask politely if they’d like to be friends. It may have been a skill he was supposed to adapt as he got older. Remus teases that James has brought preschool social norms into adulthood; Sirius says it’s part of his charm.
Either way, it’s that old instinct that makes James choose the seat beside you.
Your fellow counselors are cloistered around a long cafeteria table, getting acquainted while you all wait for the camp manager to join you and training to begin. It’s early enough that the sunlight coming in through high windows is bright and buttery yellow. Those who have had longer drives to camp are nursing paper cups of coffee while watching the others chat, bleary-eyed. It’s the sort of table where you can only really talk to the few people seated nearest you, but James hasn’t seen you talk at all. You’re smiling, your eyes sweet and attentive while you listen to the others around you.
When there’s a lull, he gets your attention. “Sorry, I don’t think I got your name.”
You turn with a look of mild surprise. Your smile takes a moment to return, hesitant, as though unsure if James had really been talking to you. “Yeah, I think they’re going to have us do name tags first thing,” you say. “Not many of us know each other.”
“Have you worked here before?”
You give a sort-of nod. “Last summer, for a bit. I only worked the first session.”
“Oh.” James remembers vaguely having that option, but he hadn’t considered that people would actually choose it. He hopes it’s not common; he’d rather keep you for the full summer. “What about this year?”
“This year I’m staying the whole time.”
James grins. “Me too. It’s my first year. Maybe you could show me the ropes?”
Your eyes flicker over him quickly, like you’ve done it before you could think. When you blink, they’ve stopped. “You don't seem like you'll need my help.”
The camp manager comes in to greet you before James can ask what colors you’d like in your friendship bracelet. You don’t join in on the murmuring or commentary some other counselors do, listening patiently and raising your hand when he asks who’s been through the general training before. There are other, specialized ones counselors can take to get certified for various activities—swim instruction, archery, management of the ropes course. You raise your hand to volunteer for the last one, and so does James.
As he watches you, he decides that he doesn’t think you’re completely reticent by nature. Just a tad shy, maybe. You seem like the sort that needs to get comfortable with people.
Luckily, despite what Remus says, James can be patient.
He is also tenacious.
James collects other friends throughout the day, but he doesn’t give up on you. He finally learns your name when you all paint them on wooden rectangles, and he asks you to show him how you’ve done the clouds around yours. He partners with you for your ropes course training, talking his way through the awkwardness of practicing taking harnesses on and off of each other. At dinnertime, another counselor’s story about a kid in a previous year who took a shit in her bag (not out of malice, she claims, but desperation) makes James shoot lemonade out his nose, and you laugh, bright and startled. James feels strangely proud for having caused it.
With eyes still watering, he nods at your plate. “Not a fan of grapes?”
You’ve stopped looking surprised when he talks to you; a victory in James’ book. You look only slightly chastised. “Just picky, I guess. These ones are sort of soft.”
“I’ll trade you my fries for them.”
You blink. “Are you sure? They don’t usually serve fries. You should enjoy them while you can.”
“Two fries per grape,” he negotiates.
You seem to debate with yourself for a moment before deciding they're James’ luxury to give away if he likes. You push your plate towards him, empty but for the few grapes, and take a few fries in return.
“Pleasure doing business with you.” James crunches a grape (you’re right, they are a bit soft) between his teeth and holds out his hand.
You raise your eyebrows, but put your own in it, shaking.
“I think we should be friends,” he says. “Do you want to?”
Your eyebrows travel further upward. “I don’t know if anyone’s asked me that since we were little.”
“I don’t know if I’m supposed to take that as a compliment or not.”
You smile; it makes your lashes kiss at the corners. “It’s not an insult.”
“So?”
“Sure, James.” Hearing his name in your voice makes James grin inexplicably, and you grin back at him. “I’ll be your friend.”
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