just space out.

RP blog for an over-dramatic space pun making character named after a dog.

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

“Cold shoulder, ouch,” Sirius chuckled as he sat on the table. He didn’t really care. There were a million other people on the campus for him to sleep with. Sirius was always just awkwardly social, trying to get to know and flirt with everyone he could. The more he had an opportunity to have gossip get back to his parents, the better. Sleeping around on a campus his mother graduated from was a surefire way to make her mad. “Do you want help? I sort of know how to cook.”

“Did it hurt worse than the bruise you have on your ankle?” Remus knew it wasn’t a valid question, but as he was kneeling down to pick up the pancake mess, he spotted the purple and black swelling on the other man’s ankle. Once the pancake was mostly cleaned up, Remus threw it away and began pouring batter on the griddle for another one.

“There’s is absolutely no way I’d-” Biting his lip, Remus reminded himself not to be overly standoffish. “… be wearing a sock with a sprained ankle like that. You might want to prop that up. I’ll… find you a bowl to mix more pancakes with. Sound good?”

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Sirius blinked slowly, staring at the back of the other man’s head as if he had eyes growing out of the back of it. “What?” He kicked his foot up, tilting his head when he noticed the nasty looking bruise. Sirius had no idea what he had done, or where it had come from. Another mystery he didn’t care enough to find the answers to. “Uh, sure. Thanks.”

[meraudurs]

moodboard → sirius black

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

@lupin-writes should probably reply to this: The sun in his eyes was the worst way to wake up. Sirius groaned and tugged the blankets over his eyes, hardly realizing that he was laying on the floor or that he only had one sock on. Somewhere in the background, he could hear muffled voices and footsteps. He poked his head out from under the blankets, staring at the bed that his friend was supposed to occupying. Sirius didn’t know why he was ever surprised when he woke up and James was gone. He forced himself to stand, yawning as he wrapped the blanket around himself. The only perk to passing out in a Frat house was that he could find food, something to drink, and someone to bang within five minutes of being awake. Nobody ever asked Sirius why he was there, or bothered to kick him out, and he always had something to send to his mother to irritate her. Stumbling into the kitchen, he paused when he saw a boy he didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re hot, and I don’t think I’ve banged you. I’m Sirius. Who are you?”

No matter how often Remus replayed his first semester at Harvard in his head, he had no idea how he was talked into joining a fraternity. Throughout high school, fraternities had always been a joke in his mind. Remus never fit in anywhere, and he didn’t believe in paying to have friends. Yet somehow, this group of guys talked him right into it. Maybe it was the anxiety that made him go along so quickly with it, or his desperation for once his life… to blend in.

More often than not, Remus was the only person awake in the house before noon. Especially on Sunday mornings. He was the one responsible for cooking breakfast, once everyone else rolled out of bed with their hangovers. It had started off as a one-time thing, but Remus adapted the “den mother” role of the frat house easily. An unfamiliar voice made him jump half out of his skin, flipping one of his pancakes too far and onto the floor. The words made him blush once they registered, but he acted like he didn’t hear them and tended to the mess.

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“Cold shoulder, ouch,” Sirius chuckled as he sat on the table. He didn’t really care. There were a million other people on the campus for him to sleep with. Sirius was always just awkwardly social, trying to get to know and flirt with everyone he could. The more he had an opportunity to have gossip get back to his parents, the better. Sleeping around on a campus his mother graduated from was a surefire way to make her mad. “Do you want help? I sort of know how to cook.”

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

@lupin-writes should probably reply to this: The sun in his eyes was the worst way to wake up. Sirius groaned and tugged the blankets over his eyes, hardly realizing that he was laying on the floor or that he only had one sock on. Somewhere in the background, he could hear muffled voices and footsteps. He poked his head out from under the blankets, staring at the bed that his friend was supposed to occupying. Sirius didn’t know why he was ever surprised when he woke up and James was gone. He forced himself to stand, yawning as he wrapped the blanket around himself. The only perk to passing out in a Frat house was that he could find food, something to drink, and someone to bang within five minutes of being awake. Nobody ever asked Sirius why he was there, or bothered to kick him out, and he always had something to send to his mother to irritate her. Stumbling into the kitchen, he paused when he saw a boy he didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re hot, and I don’t think I’ve banged you. I’m Sirius. Who are you?”

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

A grin spread across his face as soon as Remus turned away. Sirius loved making his friend turn red and squirm. He loved knowing that no matter what, he would always be able to get under his friends skin in the best and worst way. “How about I spend most of my night with your dick in my mouth? You can continue with whatever educational thing you’re doing. I’ve got enough room under the desk.” Sirius tucked his hands under his head as he watched Remus, waiting for his friend to throw something at him or finally give in and give Sirius what he wanted.

Part of Sirius Black’s charm was how relentless and quick on his feet he was. Remus almost, almost couldn’t keep up. Luckily for him, he had been friends with Sirius and James long enough to hold his own now. “Reducio!” The charm was simple to cast, and he grinned as the desk shrank snug around his lap as he continued jotting down notes for his essay. “Oh, darn. There doesn’t seem to be any room now. Sorry, buddy.”

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He blinked slowly when the desk shrank, not expecting Remus to actually do anything to stop him. After a few seconds, Sirius shrugged and closed his eyes. The only thing worse than begging Remus to do anything was pretending like he didn’t care. “Your loss, MoonMoon. I just figured I would be a nice friend and offer you a distraction from your upcoming dilemma. But if you’d like to just do homework instead, that’s fine by me.”

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

Happy birthday, idiot.

“Aw, thanks Moon Pie. I knew you loved me.”

[watermami]

My mouth ft your dick

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@lupin-writes 😉

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[lupin-writes]

nirnaetharnoediads:

HP Meme ~ Favourite Parental Figures of Harry [¼]: Remus Lupin

“And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the dementor, and pulled out his wand,” said Hermione, “and he said, ‘None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.’ But the dementor didn’t move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away…”

”You’re the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we’ve ever had!“

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

“Because Herbology is a rubbish subject,” he replied honestly. Sirius wasn’t cut out for school. He didn’t have the attention span for it, or the ability to tolerate people. He didn’t know what he was going to do with his life, or what he even wanted to do. Sirius was perfectly fine to float along and just exist. When he hit the floor, Sirius whined and rolled onto his back, pretending to glare at his friend. “No, but I did write a very well written essay on why you should let me bang you in the forest under our favorite tree.”

Their tree. Remus could feel his face burning with redness as he swiveled his chair so that, hopefully, Sirius wouldn’t see it. “I find myself not surprised,” was all that he could manage to get out as he rolled back to the desk to gather up his school supplies. “Hate to break it to you, but it looks like you’ll be spending most of the night writing what I hope is another ‘very well written’ essay on poison anticdotes, darling.”

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A grin spread across his face as soon as Remus turned away. Sirius loved making his friend turn red and squirm. He loved knowing that no matter what, he would always be able to get under his friends skin in the best and worst way. “How about I spend most of my night with your dick in my mouth? You can continue with whatever educational thing you’re doing. I’ve got enough room under the desk.” Sirius tucked his hands under his head as he watched Remus, waiting for his friend to throw something at him or finally give in and give Sirius what he wanted.

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

He whined and flung his arms over his face. It wasn’t any fun when he was stuck in a room by himself while all of his friends were enjoying their freedom. Sirius let out another over dramatic sigh before letting his arms fall away from his face, causing his hands to brush the floor. “I could have been spending my evening rewarding you for being such a good tutor this week, but no,” Sirius whined as he stared up at Remus. “I had to sit in detention.”

“If I’m such a good tutor, why was your mark on that Herbology paper such rubbish, hm?” Rolling his eyes, Remus rolled his away from the desk without caring that the other boy’s hands were dragging the ground. It took little effort to nudge Sirius with his hands and push him off his lap, grinning at the thud! he made. “Speaking of papers, I know that instead of staring down the hourglass, you used your detention to start your potions essay… right?”

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

“Because Herbology is a rubbish subject,” he replied honestly. Sirius wasn’t cut out for school. He didn’t have the attention span for it, or the ability to tolerate people. He didn’t know what he was going to do with his life, or what he even wanted to do. Sirius was perfectly fine to float along and just exist. When he hit the floor, Sirius whined and rolled onto his back, pretending to glare at his friend. “No, but I did write a very well written essay on why you should let me bang you in the forest under our favorite tree.”

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

As soon as the last of the sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass, Sirius was out of his seat and rushing out of the dungeons. He didn’t care that Professor Slughorn was yelling at him to come back, or that he nearly crashed into his Head of House on his way up to the Common Room. Detention was over, and he was a free man. As soon as his bag was thrown onto the couch, Sirius practically threw himself onto his friend, burring his face into Remus’s neck and whining. “Detention is so unbearable when I’m the only one of us in trouble!”

Without even needing to glance up from his parchment, Remus knew who had just arrived in Gryffindor Tower. He would recognize that sound of feet stomping and melodramatic sighing from his grave. It was hard not to crack even the smallest smile as Sirius draped himself across Remus’s lap like a ragdoll, and Remus made sure to push all of his hard work away from Sirius’s inevitable destruction. “So either do something outrageous enough to make all of us go down in flames with you, or… you know… stop mouthing off to teachers.”

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

He whined and flung his arms over his face. It wasn't any fun when he was stuck in a room by himself while all of his friends were enjoying their freedom. Sirius let out another over dramatic sigh before letting his arms fall away from his face, causing his hands to brush the floor. "I could have been spending my evening rewarding you for being such a good tutor this week, but no," Sirius whined as he stared up at Remus. "I had to sit in detention."

[lupin-writes]

 @padfootisdramatic​ gets a starter because he’s sometimes cute.

In the Gryffindor Common Room, Remus hovered over the desk by the window and acted like he was oblivious to the waning moon reflecting on the lake. Every inch of his body ached with the threat of his upcoming change. Two more days, and his monthly hell would be unleashed. It was hard to focus on his schoolwork at a time like this, but he was also desperate for any type of distraction from the pain. Even the potion Madame Pomfrey gave him wasn’t enough to quell the ache in his bones tonight.

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

As soon as the last of the sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass, Sirius was out of his seat and rushing out of the dungeons. He didn’t care that Professor Slughorn was yelling at him to come back, or that he nearly crashed into his Head of House on his way up to the Common Room. Detention was over, and he was a free man. As soon as his bag was thrown onto the couch, Sirius practically threw himself onto his friend, burring his face into Remus’s neck and whining. “Detention is so unbearable when I’m the only one of us in trouble!”

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

Hey pal! I heard of the best joke today.

Was it the one about the astronaut hanging out at the space bar?

[lupin-writes]

padfootisdramatic:

lupin-writes:

“… N-no. I was actually going to be an arse and just say Sirius Black. The space bar joke is old, Padfoot. You’re losing your touch.”

“How about we go to the bedroom and see how out of touch I am? I bet even the Muggles down the road will hear you tonight.

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

Hey pal! I heard of the best joke today.

Was it the one about the astronaut hanging out at the space bar?

[lupin-writes]

“… N-no. I was actually going to be an arse and just say Sirius Black. The space bar joke is old, Padfoot. You’re losing your touch.”

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

“How about we go to the bedroom and see how out of touch I am? I bet even the Muggles down the road will hear you tonight.

[padfootisdramatic-blog]

Hey pal! I heard of the best joke today.

Was it the one about the astronaut hanging out at the space bar?

[sixpenceee]

did you ever become friends with someone so beautiful?  and then they started telling you about the douchebags in their lives that did horrible things to them, like cheat and lie. and the only thing running through your mind is “who would ever want to hurt someone like you?”

[diablocodys]

for in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own