Inspired Song: Into It by Chase Atlantic
Character: Sirius Black
Themes: Marauders Era, Sirius being a wh*re, suggestive
WC: 474
Titles: “come and go between my bedsheets”
The string of giggles made you want to claw your eyes out as they echoed around the empty common room, the sound of familiar voices made you sink further into the armchair that you were lounging in. Your knees were tucked up comfortably against your chest and you tried to hide your body from the view of Sirius Black and his midnight snack of the week. This girl was pretty, her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun and the sparkle was evident in her eyes. You pitied the girl, knowing that come Monday morning, Sirius will be on to his next task.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, darlin’,” his smooth voice whispered empty promises to her, but she fell for it, just like every other person does. When the portrait closed, the night went silent again. It was nearing two a.m and like most nights, you found yourself unable to sleep in the dorm room. Your roommate was a heavy sleeper, she snored a lot but she also spoke. It’s how you found out about her infatuation for Remus Lupin and it’s why you usually found the comfort in the same armchair each night.
You listened out for the black-haired man’s footsteps, waiting to hear him retreat back to his dorm but when the silence was prolonged, you peeked over the head rest to find his eyes already in your direction. You rolled your own eyes and settled back down, letting your legs drape over the side.
“That was Rebecca, lovely girl,” Sirius said, making his way to the chair across from you. You hummed in reply, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Trouble sleeping again, love?”
“That’s none of your business, Black,” you yawned, keeping your eyes closed. You could hear him sit down, his leg bouncing erratically.
“If the problems your bed, you are always welcome to use mine,” You could hear the smirk in his tone.
You opened your eyes, looking at him in disgust, “And where would you sleep, pretty boy?”
“Beside you, of course,” he winked.
“And would this involve having to engage in sexual activities with you?” Your words sparked something in Sirius, his jaw hanging in shock and the excitement bubbled up inside him as he watched you stand up and make your way to the entrance of the dormitories.
Sirius was hesitant to follow you, swallowing back the shock. “Are you for real?”
“The offer expires in 30 seconds,” you hid the smirk on your face by wiping your lips with the palm of your hands, and your nose scrunches in amusement watching him jump from the chair and darting over to you, “Oh, Sirius,” you chuckle, pushing his body away from yours, “You’re so horny and naive.”
Sirius groaned in annoyance, watching you slip away from him and disappear to your own dorm.
i would like to request 🎵 with Rafe and WOW by Zara Larsson 💜 pleaseee and thank you 💜💜💜
Inspired Song: WOW by Zara Larsson
Character: Rafe Cameron
Themes: Suggestive, Friends with Benefits, mentions of intoxication and drugs
WC: 567
Title: “feel this way with no chemicals”
It was the way that his t-shirt looked oversized on you, just enough that it still hugged your hips nicely. It was the way that he would wrap his arms around your waist, his lips attaching themselves to your temple as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. It was the way he would reluctantly let go of your hand when you left his truck, the pout on his face making you want to pepper kisses all over it. Worst of all, it was the way you were just his friend during the day and his lover at night.
It all began nearly five months ago. You were beyond the limit of your alcohol tolerance and you had let loose at the party - something Rafe wasn’t used to seeing. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way your head would tilt back when you laughed and how you’d sway your hips to the sound of the music. Something in him that night switched; he was so used to seeing you as a friend but he had the urge to hear you moan and watch you witter underneath him.
There wasn’t much talking when he approached you. You could see the look in his eyes, the hunger and urgency evident in them. He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, your front hitting his chest and before you could utter a word, his lips were attacking yours in a heated kiss that led its way up the stairs.
Fast forward five months and you were lying on your bed, leaning on your side with your head cupped in your hand, watching Rafe pull up the golf shorts he showed up in. His usual gelled hair was spiking in all different directions, sweat dripping from his bare torso from the evening’s activities. His eyes were glossed over, tiredness washing over him.
“I- you don’t have to leave,” you broke the silence that settled over you, his head flying up to find you dressed in only his light blue t-shirt. His eyes scanned your legs, suddenly wishing he wore shorter tops. “It’s pretty late.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Rafe asked.
You sighed, letting your body fall onto the mattress. “Are you suddenly confused?” You didn’t elaborate on it, confident that Rafe would understand you were talking about your feelings. It was bound to come; five months of messing around was due to get complicated and messy. Feelings were involved now, well, your feelings were.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a split second, opening them and being suddenly startled with Rafe hovering over you. You smiled up at him, lifting your hands to brush his hair away from his forehead. “Are you confused?” He repeated your question, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his breath fawning across your face.
Smirking up at him, and with a raised brow, you said “most definitely.”
“Oh, yeah?” He asked, dipping his head and running his nose along your cheek, bringing his lips to yours in a soft and gentle kiss.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” you chuckled.
“More like falling in love with my cock,” Rafe deadpanned, making you slap his chest and groan in annoyance. You tried to push him off you but he outmuscled you, quieting your protests with his lips again. “And I’m falling in love with those lips.”
So for the song blurb I would like Rafe Cameron from OBX with “a little be yours” by JP Saxe.
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thank you so much for sending this in, I'm absolutely in love with this song now!! also, unfortunately, I don’t have a tag list sorry!
Inspired Song: A Little Bit Yours by JP Saxe
Character: Rafe Cameron
Themes: Childhood lovers, heartbreak, heavy drinking, alcoholic tendencies
WC: 1,091
Title: “i’m still a little bit yours”
It’s been five years since Rafe Cameron has been spotted on the island. He’d love to say that he worked up the courage to come back and finally found a way to bring him out of the misery he has been experiencing but that wasn’t it at all. If it weren’t for his sister’s wedding this weekend, Rafe would still be on the mainland, his mind preoccupied with the same woman he’s been in love with for fifteen years as he drowned the memories in alcohol. The alcohol still played a massive part in his daily life, his excuse was that he was preparing himself for seeing you.
Everyone around him pitied him and he knew it. Sarah was reluctant to invite him to the wedding, knowing that he was still completely caught up with you. Wheezie has never been as quiet before, afraid that she would mention you in his presence. Ward and Rose were checking up on him constantly, making sure he didn’t drink himself into the afterlife. Topper has stopped by but after an hour of trying to drag conversation from Rafe’s numb lips, he gave up and just patted his back.
Rafe brought the bottle of whiskey to his lips, taking a gulp, his eyes quickly scanning his appearance in the mirror before he was stalking out the door to the backyard. The backyard was decorated fit for purpose; white veils and wooden chairs were placed precisely, guests were taking their allocated seats and Rafe felt like a fish out of water. Five years ago, these were his people, these were his friends. But when you left him, he found himself spiraling into a pit of despair and he had no one there to pull him out of it.
Rafe stumbled to the front, ignoring peering eyes as he fell into the chair, feeling it tilt back slightly. No one made an effort to come and greet him, but neither did he. There was only one person he wanted to speak to tonight, and he was eagerly awaiting your arrival. Time seemed to pass slowly, and he hadn’t noticed the groom standing in his spot until the Bridal tune started playing. He sat up straighter in the chair, straining his neck, and the moment his eyes found your figure, it was as if the wind was knocked out of him.
You had that smile on your face, the same smile you had the night you gave yourself to him for the first time. You were shy, knowing that the attention was primarily on you but you carried yourself well. The yellow bridesmaid dress hugged your figure nicely, Rafe took notice of the weight you had gained over the last five years but it suited you. You never looked better than right now, you looked happy. Your eyes were scanning the guests gradually until they met his blue orbs, and it made you lose your footing and stumble slightly.
Rafe jumped to help you up but someone beat him to it. A tall, dark man gave you his arm and you smiled gratefully up at him, the love swirling beneath it. Rafe’s jaw tensed as he watched the man dip his head and place a small peck on your lips. He stood there in the crowd, the only standing figure as you continued to make your way up to the top of the flower arch.
Your breath was hitched in your throat, the emotion washing over you as you avoided Rafe’s stare throughout the entirety of the ceremony. But his gaze never faltered from you. He tried to find you alone during the reception, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted to hear your voice and your sweet laughter again. It was the only thing keeping him here at this point, he was holding tightly onto any ounce of hope that he had left.
“Rafe,” his heart hammered against his chest and he twirled on his heels to see you standing there, alone. You shut the door to the balcony behind you, letting out a shaky breath. “How are you?”
Rafe never said anything, he only rushed up to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. It was that simple gesture that made you burst into a flood of tears that you were trying to keep at bay all day. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his taller figure towering over you. His familiar scent danced around you, bringing back all the memories that made up your entire life.
“I missed you so much,” Rafe said softly into your hair, ignoring the stench of the hairspray.
“I missed you too, Cameron.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rafe sobbed, holding onto you tightly, “I should have never left, I should have called.”
“You should have,” you whispered back, remembering the pain he caused you over five years ago, leaving you with no answer or explanation. “I-I was miserable here without you.”
“I know-”
“No, I don’t think you do, Rafe,” you snapped, pulling back from him but you let him hold onto your wrist, knowing he needed some physical touch right now, “did you even think about me while you were gone? Was I not worthy enough to care for?”
“T-that’s not it,” he stuttered, whispering your name as you shook your head in spite.
“We were friends for ten years, Rafe.. we fell in love with one another and you left! You let me tell you how much I love you, you let me show you!” you hissed, the anger bubbling inside you at the painful memory.
“I was scared, I knew I wasn’t good enough for you..” Rafe replied, his tone as calm as ever, “It was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.”
“The hardest thing I had to do was get over you, Rafe but I did that, finally!” You ignored the tears strolling down your cheeks, letting them fall into your mouth, “And then you come back here after five damn years.”
“Do you still love me?” Rafe asked, his eyes red and pleading.
You looked at him, the way his hair was gelled back to perfection and how his cream suit was tailored to every inch of his body; he looked like the Rafe Cameron you once knew and loved, but you knew better than that. You had changed so much in the five years, you outgrew your love for him and you were going to be honest from here on out.
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yes, this happened, i reached 1k followers on this site and im so shocked and speechless. i wasn’t sure if i was going to do anything to celebrate the milestone because i haven’t been too active, but then i thought, f*ck it. i want to be more active and be friendly with more people so i said i’ll do something <3
send in as many asks as you like, spam me, love me, please don’t let this flop
fandoms included: harry potter, outer banks, criminal minds, dawson’s creek
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congrats on 1k!!! could i get a 🎵 with harry potter and the song ‘visions of gideon’ by sufjan stevens? he deserves more love!!
Song Inspired: Visions of Gideon by Sufijan Stevens
Character: Harry Potter:
Themes: Angst, death
WC: 377
Title: “i have touched you for the last time”
notes: i know you said he deserved more love, but I listened to the song and well... this is what i came up with oops
Harry was in a state of shock as his eyes scanned the corpses laid out in what used to be the most magical room in Hogwarts. The euphoric atmosphere that welcomed him every mealtime had vanished, the sound of his classmates and his professors sobbing filled his ears. He stumbled over a lifeless limb, his eyes tearing at the sight of Professor McGonagall sobbing into a second year’s chest.
His chest tightened the deeper he went, the more bodies he saw. He felt weak when the realization hit him that he hadn't seen you yet. He doesn’t know what he expected, but what he wanted was for you to rush up to him and wrap your arms around him, whispering to him that everything was going to be okay. He needed you, he needed you to ground him.
Dean Thomas passed by him, a forced lift in his lips as he patted Harry on the back. Dean pointed down to where a crowd of red-haired figures stood, his family. He watched Ron fall into one of the twin’s embraces, both of them clinging onto each other tightly. Harry felt a wave of sickness wash over him, he tried to pick up his strides but he felt as if his feet were cemented in the floor.
Mrs. Weasley was the first to see Harry and she tipped Hermione on the shoulder. Hermione’s expression said it all, tears started to form in Harry’s eyes and his best friend rushed up to him just in time to catch his body as he collapsed into her chest. “Harry,” Hermione gasped, feeling the dead weight hit her.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” he sobbed, not being able to find your face or hear your voice. The world wouldn’t have been such a dark place at this moment if you were there to try and spread some positivity. Hermione didn’t say anything, she only maneuvered their bodies to stand in front of the one person that made Harry feel loved and cared for.
Harry fell out of Hermione’s grasp, his body covering yours as his hands caressed your lifeless face. Your eyes were closed shut, but a light smile lingered on your expression - as if you welcomed death.
🦋 one of my all-time favorite fics is “i’ll show you every version of yourself” by @sinkbeneathwaves! ❤️
ill show you every version of yourself by @sinkbeneathwaves
first of all, thank you for sending this in. second of all, thank you for bringing this fic into my life.
wow, i am amazed at the talent of the writing. every sentence, every word just seems so effortless and beautiful. i also love the lack of using y/n in the fic, it’s something that i never really considered before now and it just worked so well.
describing how ward cameron says the reader’s name just sent chills through me for some reason and her dancing with rafe and being in control at all times. i also loved how jj approached the reader and left the note for her, how subtle and cute it was.
just this whole story is fantastic and im definitely adding it to my favourites!! <3
