“we casually hook up at parties sometimes but this time you got so drunk you couldn’t make it all the way back to your dorm so i let you crash in my room because it was closer and it turns out you’re really cute when you wake up in the morning, fuck” a texting!wolfstar au
remus // peter
(2:06) r u heading out soon? lily vommed on frank’s playstation and we’re getting kicked out
(2:07) it’s happening again
(2:07) r u fucKING WITH ME?
(2:07) AGAIN?
(2:07) we’re on the corner of 3rd and st. catharine’s
(2:08) where r u?
(2:08) home
(2:08) ???
(2:10) we were going to his but oh my god he’s smashed and we were closer
(2:10) do u hate me?
(2:12) ur holding lily’s hair next time
(2:12) and cleaning the bathroom in the morning
(2:13) AND buying me hangover bagels
(2:13) i <3 u
(2:14) i wish you’d fuck this kid on more convenient terms for me
(2:25) unfortunately, i don’t think that’s on the table tonight
(2:26) i’m making frozen waffles bc i am a stellar housewife
(2:30) what is his purpose if he isn’t hooking up with you
(2:30) send his ass packing
(2:31) i’d like to fuck him the next time frank throws a party and must therefore invest with frozen waffles and our powderpuff girls bandaids
(2:31) how gentlemanly
(2:31) on 13th, be home soon
(2:31) hide ur contraband while u can
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(11:13) where the fuck is my hangover bagel
(11:13) in the fridge u heathen
(11:13) u were asleep when i got back
(11:15) ur my favorite
(11:15) i know
(11:16) is hercules still here or can i emerge?
(11:17) lol he’s still here
(11:17) i’m sorry i just feel bad kicking him out of bed
(11:17) his jawline is ridiculous in the daylight jesus
(11:19) u mean ur waiting to see if there’s going to be a round 2
(11:19) pls be kind i have class at noon today that i super can’t miss
(11:22) we’re in my room ur good
(11:22) no literally i think he’s more good looking in the morning??
(11:23) how is that possible???
(11:23) his bedhead looks STYLED
(11:23) and he’s showing me pictures of his plant collection??
(11:24) his terrace is COVERED in flowers
(11:24) y is that so attractive????????
(11:27) r u catching feelings for a man u exclusively hook up with at frank’s parties??
(11:30) no!
(11:31) he’s just
(11:31) even more charming when he’s sober??
(11:31) but like that doesn’t mean anything
(11:31) i’m just surprised is all
(11:42) lol okay
(11:42) i’m off to class don’t text me
(11:42) old man slughorn is starting to notice that i haven’t looked up from my laptop once
NO ONE can convince me sirius’s handwriting is messy chicken scratch. this young man is a black, one of the oldest and “purest” houses in the wizarding world, a house OBSESSED with image and dignity. that kid was learning calligraphy as he was learning to write, before he even understood the meaning of the toujours pur under his name. his notes at hogwarts were stunning, organized, spaced impeccably, and the envy of one remus lupin every exam season, whose own notes were a mess of his questions scribbled into the sides and attempts to mimic the simple, effortless sweep of the ‘s’ in padfoot’s ‘sirius’
Ryder Lynn is a 21-year-old manager of Midtown Comics, living New York, New York. He’s single, and hopes to someday open his own comic book store.
PREVIOUSLY:
The disbanding of the New Directions and the forced removal from McKinley had to have been one of the worst things to happen to Ryder during his young life, even to this day he still credits it as being truly awful. He had come to a new school, went through a whole year of ups and downs and a lot of discovering who he was, the kind of man he wanted to be, along with making genuine friends that he wouldn’t trade for the world. To being the new kid again, all alone and trying to fit in in a new school that Sue had specifically picked out for him. It was ridiculous, crazy and he’d tried to point out to his parents how ridiculous the whole thing was, but with Sue’s referral also came a list of all the things this new school had that McKinley was lacking and Ryder’s father continued to encourage his son to follow a football career and to try and land a scholarship, so the argument was pretty one sided.
Now, it wasn’t all bad. Sure he missed McKinley and his friends terribly, but the new school did have a great football program as well as a tutor he could work one on one with to continue his reading and writing. But, Ryder never really made friends and bonds like he did at McKinley, he mostly did his time, tried his best and was beyond proud to walk across that stage and get a diploma.
Though the football program was great, Ryder was never offered a scholarship, which suited him just fine if he was being honest. After all, he’d never thought a secondary education was for him, school was difficult enough the first time around and he knew he wasn’t bright enough to work in some big wig office job, or be a doctor or anything. Much to his father’s disappointment he decided to work straight out of High School, getting mechanic jobs and building a name for himself.
His mother was the one who encouraged him to explore what he could of the world, to maybe try and reach out to some of his old New Directions buddies, see where they all ended up. So once he had saved enough Ryder ended up travelling around for a few months and ended up in New York. Sure it was cliche, but he knew if he was going to run into anyone from the glee club days, chances were high they’d be there. After all, everyone wanted to get out of Lima right?
PRESENTLY:
His visit to the big apple turned into a longer stay and now a permanent one. He’d started getting a job at Midtown Comics in Times Square and was truly living his best life there. Now he’s worked his way up to being the manager of that specific location. He knows it’s not the most impressive and a lot of people may look down on him for it, but he’s got a roof over his head, a job he loves and truly he’s having the best time just being himself.
POTENTIALLY:
Though he knows he doesn’t have the schooling for it, Ryder would like to one day be able to open his own comics and collectibles shop, but for now he’s happy being a manager. He’s still wide eyed and hopeful in terms of looking for love but he knows he won’t just settle for casual dating and if he finds the right girl, he’ll know. Though there is always a part of him that’s attached to the one who got away.
he wonders what color
his bones are beneath the sinew of his skin:
he thinks they must be burnt to black with the desire
to peel himself back,
to pick out the bits of lupine sweat that
cling to the inside of his blood
with a pair of good, metal tweezers.
Regulus now had to deal with his mother’s wrath alone; Sirius being gone only meant that even more pressure would be placed on the younger less stronger sibling now.
Regulus recalled the night Sirius had left, how he had watched his brother slam his trunk closed, how their mother had bellowed in anger and how Regulus so badly wanted to stop his brother leaving but even he had to admit...it was better for Sirius to be elsewhere. So Regulus felt alone for a while, unsure of those he could truly trust.
Rabastan was his friend now, someone he ran too in times of need and yet again this was a time of need.
Hoping the other wasn’t busy, the youngest Black sibling approached his friend and raised a small brow “Can we hang out now?”