#lari writes blurbs

[hotchfiles]

hiii, saw your prompt post!!!! 13 + 16 with remus please (if you don’t do both at the same time just 13, but i thought it’d be a good combo)

send me one of my boys + a prompt

remus + reader ⋆ 13 + 16

the touching starts early, first year early. your friends from home wouldn't call you particularly shy, but none of them were there when you got off the hogwarts express, after spending the whole trip not exchanging more than a few words with the people who sat with you, you desperately needed to find anyone who looked remotely nice, but still approachable enough. and remus was there, quiet, shy beautiful smile, a book in hand you've read before, so you stand by his side, not saying anything at first, but feeling the brush of his hand on yours due to the agitation before the house sorting. you didn't even know him, still, it helped you feel calmer, if you needed to talk to someone, he was there, you could talk about the book. it was a plan.

and it works, when you both get sorted into the same house, you quickly found your way to his side, and into his group of friends, into his routine and into his heart. you tell him how being by his side brought you comfort that first day, and being needed, bringing something good to someone's life like that... it was almost too much for an eleven year old to bear, he makes it a point for himself from then on, to be by your side, whenever possible.

when you're eleven you stand side by side, fingers barely touching, he offers his hand to help you when you trip and fall down, your arms touch in class because you're desk mates, your hands touch during lunch because both of you are always going for the same dishes.

at twelve, he flicks your forehead for the first time to tease you, beginning an never ending war, whenever one or the other does something a little bit stupid, or goes a bit too far on the banter, two fingers and a click are coming, begins on the forehead, by the end of the year, the shoulder, the back of the head, arms, hands, cheeks, all fall victim to the awfully irritating war tactic.

at thirteen, hogsmeade weekends are chiseled by the way remus takes your arms in his everytime you're all about to leave, side by side, arms tangled as his hand went right to his pocket. you try not to feel anxious for it, but you silently count the days for when it's time to go there again.

at fourteen he's already gotten so much taller, and he loves when you rest your head on his shoulder, he's also gotten the habit to almost hug you from behind when you're all standing up and talking, putting his arms on both of your shoulders, crouching down just enough so his chin is on the top of your head.

when you're both fifteen, all these little touches begin to make your stomach twirl around, and when girls look at him you feel like you're going to either throw up or punch them in a rage fit. you start tracing remus' scars with your fingers when its healed, and patching it up when its not.

getting off the train for your sixth year, remus offers his hand to help you hop off, he doesn't let go when you do, holding hands becomes the norm. reaching for each other's hand when something good is happening, or something terrible. he often places his arm around your neck, and you intertwine your fingers with his hand there. you lay on his lap on the common room, facing the fire place, and he reads to you while his fingers go from rubbing your arm to putting your hair behind your ear. he gives you good morning kisses, one cheek only, but it always lingers, and good night kisses, on your forehead, and it also lingers and always ends in a tight hug, your hands on his waist, his around your shoulders and on your head, pulling you close to him. you dance drunkenly during parties and it always feels like something is about to happen. but it doesn't.

he almost doesn't let you go at king's cross, enjoying every tiny bit of the last touch of the year, only pulling his arm back when even the tip of his fingers can't feel yours.

it's seventeen and he helps you out of the train, and it's the first day of your last year, and his heart feels like it's going to burst if he doesn't do anything about it. it's not the most romantic place, or the most romantic time, but he knows if he waits too long he's gonna miss too precious of moments with you, so when curfew hits and the few people in the common room begin to leave, he holds you in place and you wait.

it's silent for a while as you both just admire each other, remus shakes his head a chuckles for a good second, not believing he took so long to actually do this, you laugh along with him. and it could be awkward. but it isn't, because it's him.

you notice his hair still has that bit of light from the summer, making him almost blonde, but not so much, and he notices how your teeth are nibbling on your lower lip, anxiously waiting for something to happen.

and it does, he takes your face with his hands and scooches closer to you, "can i kiss you?" if it was anyone else, you might feel childish by how hard your heart beat after he finally, finally asks it. you feel like you've been waiting for this moment from the second you saw him years ago, but you're sure you've been dreaming of being even closer to him for at least three years, you want to kiss him since you were fifteen. you nod in a hurry, afraid he might give up.

"took you so long to ask." he barely gets the yes and his hands drop to your waist, lips hungrily touching yours, you kissed back with just as much passion, landing your arms around his neck, his lips are chapped, but soft, yours taste like strawberries from your chapstick and he's going to remember that. he barely has to try to deepen the kiss himself, you're more than willingly giving him entrance and as your tongues brushed against each other you can feel his breath and yours almost synchronize and think to yourself that might be the most romantic thing you've ever lived through.

but then you part ways for air and he looks into your eyes and you see the same sweet, supportive, caring eyes that have been looking back at you since you were eleven, and realize the mere existence of remus was the most romantic thing to ever happen to you.

#lari writes blurbs #uh #i just love him so much sorry #i-- #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x you #remus x reader #remus x y/n

[a-queen-in-chains]

A Dark Academic Larycent moodboard!

#hotd #alicent hightower #larys strong #larycent #otp: a rare bloom #i dont have a fic blurb idea for this one 😞 #AS ALWAYS IF U WRITE A FIC #SEND IT TO ME #moodboard #mine

[tinfairies]

i read your last headcanons of reader defending a bunch of characters and the larys part got me hooked🤭 can you write a blurb or headcanons (you choose🫶🏻) for larys actually crying like actually sobbing in front of his s/o

TW: Use of the "R" slur.

Larys had been made fun of his entire life. Been called every name in the book. He's been a blight on his father's legacy and has fought tooth and nail for what little recognition he receives now.

'He could have had it worse' he always tells himself. He's gotten used to the cruel treatment from others, and has used the way people ignore him to his advantage. Just because he's cripple, doesn't mean he's stupid, but most people don't know or won't acknowledge that. He was used to it, far too used to it.

Yet today, he couldn't take it. It had been a long time since Larys cried. Years perhaps. Maybe all the bottled up anger and sadness finally burst. A simple word. "Retard" fell from a lords lips as though it was something he said often.

That was all it took. Larys clenched his jaw, ire bubbling inside him. Then came the familiar sting of tears. He quickly made his way from the room, he felt small and embarrassed as he hobbled out the door on his cane.

He refused to cry, not until he got somewhere private. He refuses to let anyone see that their words have an affect on him. He had been so lost in his head that he hadn't noticed someone walking towards him. Not until soft hands gripped his arms.

His head tilted up and he saw the angelic face of his beloved. Larys' heart swelled, the Gods may have cursed him with his disability but blessed him with an angel to make up for it.

"My love, what's wrong?" they asked, concern thick in their voice as their hands moved to cup his face. Hot tears spilled from his eyes, he couldn't hold them back any longer.

"It's nothing." he choked out in a whisper. His darling's lips tightened into a thin line, he knew he couldn't hide anything from them.

"Give me a name."

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd imagine #house of the dragon imagine #hotd headcanon #larys strong #larys strong x reader #Angst #Fluff #Blurb #House of the dragon headcanons

[ma1dita]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

hehe thank you for this!

it's so hard to do this bc i get really hard on myself lol,,,, the moots that get to see my work know that but let's dive in, no particular order

solipsism - i did so much fucking research for this one and its underrated as fuck because its genuinely one of my best pieces lol; i love creating lore and this was soooooo!! ugh i think about her constantly

kiss his face with an uppercut - yeah this one made me fall in love with james potter no joke i fell down a rabbit hole for a while after this one

tangible - i always liked how delicate this one is, sirius is so hard for me to write but the softness and intimacy was so fun to write as the black brothers' storyline is my genuine favorite out of hp

bedtime stories - this was my first work for the trouble!verse! it was so fun to collab with my moots (lari tulip and ellie been there for me since day oneee) and have them help me perfect a character i had never written before <3 ifykyk

more than friends, less than lovers - um silly lil blurb but it came so naturally to me? i do miss my man remus. i do.

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[harrysdimplles]

"tell everyone the baby's mine, then" he's not even blinking when he says it, sitting across from her on his kitchen island.

"yeah, sure, h." yn doesn't want an abortion. she thought about it, at first, even went to a clinic and talked it through with a counselor. it's not the best time, and she's not sure how she's going to pull it off, but she's keeping the baby, even if she's bringing it to a world with her insane best friend. "tell the world I'm having your baby, just like that?"

"yes. 's not a joke, love. we could do it. together" he laces their fingers, then. "you know I'm not going anywhere, don't you?"

"jeff would kill you" her heart is racing now: she's known harry long enough to be sure he doesn't just say things, and talking him out of this is not how she thought her evening would go "getting a girl pregnant now, when there's so much just about to happen? it'd be worse once he knew it's not even really yours"

"fuck jeff. I like the guy, but he works for me, yeah? he doesn't have to know. no one does"

"we can't lie to your family, harry! your mom, she..."

"she's gonna be over the moon. yeah, she might bite my ear off for not telling her about us sooner, but she's gonna be happy about it. as happy as your mum would be" she's crying before she realizes it, so he rounds the marble piece, brushing her tears off. "I know I'm asking for a lot, but think about it. please"

"you're insane. I love you, though" she needs time, he knows. it's gonna take her a while to realize he's not about to take the offer back, but he hopes yn can see he's not doing it because he thinks she needs him to: he wants this. all it took was the words coming out of her mouth for the singer to know it, deep in his heart. he doesn't even care if he sounds crazy... he's loved her forever, he knows he's gonna love this baby just as much.

it's simple, when you think about it. they already are the greatest team.

now, they've got a tiny addition. harry can't wait.

#harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles blurbs #harry styles concept #harry styles concepts #harry styles au #harry styles fic #harry styles fics #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #shut up lari #i had to write this down #don't know if it's going anywhere but #pinning harry is my favorite harry sorry i don't make the rules #talk to me about this??? #maybe??

[nanamikeento]

Follower Milestone Celebration!

A few days ago I realized my audience has grown even more, so I thought of maybe celebrating in a different way. I’ll list some of my mutuals and their masterlists as a way to celebrate them too, because they’re also a part of my followers and I get so much support from them. I also love them very much. So if you don’t follow them, please take a look and consider! Thank you so much for following and putting up with me, lol. 💖✨

@hiscyarika: She has an on going Javier Peña series that I absolutely love with all my heart, and she writes for most of the Pedro Boys, and I love everything she writes. (masterlist)

@vercopaanir: omg, Brandi has a lovely story in progress! I love love her writing style, it makes me Yearn™. I love her version of Din, if you want some dad!Din, she’s the one you should go for! (masterlist)

@forever-rogue: bruh, Patricia writes the best version of Oberyn Martell, In Name Only is literally my fave and I think about it every single day. There’s also a professor!Peña fanfic that sometimes I think about and Yearn. I just love it so much? (masterlist)

@goldafterglow: I present to you, the Ezra Queen. Her words are like poetry and she manages to capture his character so well. Her writing always makes me yearn with her angst and hurt/comfort 🤧 (masterlist)

@bestintheparsec: Lauren is honestly so talented, she writes and make lovely gifs. Her stories are so easy to read and she manages to capture the characters so well! I love her The Same Coin series with Javi, I just love it so much (masterlist)

@hansoulo: lari has a wonderful on going series with Javier Peña that makes me y e a r n. I love it so much. Besides, she writes for other Narcos boys and i love her writing style, so much?! (masterlist)

@aerynwrites: Aeryn is one of the most talented people here. I seriously love everything she posts. She write for Pedro characters and more (apparently for DBH too?? how am i just seeing that??) Anyway, go follow her, she’s so talented and such a sweetheart! (masterlist)

@dindjarindiaries: Molly is the sweetest, most humble mutual I have. She writes fics and little blurbs for Din Djarin and honestly??? She's the Queen. I love her stuff so much and every time she shows up in my notifications I get so happy! (masterlist)

@yespolkadotkitty: If you’re a fan of Pero Tovar you have to read Querida and I’ll Do My Best By You. You just have to. She manages to capture Tovar’s character so well and I love it very much, thanks. (masterlist)

@haildoodles-writing: She’s honestly so talented and sweet! Writes for Pedro characters and dbh as well :’) (masterlist)

@catfishingmorales: Lex doesn’t have a masterlist, but she writes a lot for the Triple Frontier Boys (except for tom, cause f*ck him) and I really recommend if you want to read something sweet and sexy for Benny or Will Miller 🥺

@tiffdawg: Tiff knows I love her professor!Peña version, I freak out whenever she updates it! And she also writes for other characters!! Honestly, she’s such a sweet person, I love her so much! (masterlist)

@agentpike: Marcus Pike Queen. I love her work so much, I don’t think she knows it. I love loveeee her set it up au!!! tbh i wish we were bffs she’s literally the sweetest person!!! (masterlist)

@adikaofmandalore: Adi is so talented and they write Ezra and Jack so in character! I honestly love their writing style and their fics give me the serotonin I need to get through the day! I feel like they’re very underrated and they deserve all the love! pls go follow them, they’re amazing! (masterlist)

@maxlordd: yes, she’s the Maxwell Lord Queen. yes, even though the movie didn’t come out yet. You can see her love for the character, she knows about him a lot and I love that, because you can see she’s read the comics in her writing. And I’m not really a fan of the character but Dreide’s series A Gilded Lie is so good. Honestly, to write such story about the WW1984 without even watching the movie??? Patty Jenkins who?? I love it so much (masterlist)

@huliabitch: Julia writes one of the best smut I’ve ever read?? And she makes beautiful moodboards for her stories too!! Her clan!leader Mando x OFC is amazing!!!! (masterlist)

@softpedropascal: literally the Frankie Morales Queen. She’s got everything covered about him and still manages to come up with more headcannons, written differently and her grasp on his character is so well done. Her Pragma series makes me yearn so much. I love it. (masterlist)

@santigarcia : Taylor’s main blog is currently unfairly flagged for some reason, but if you like Oscar Isaac, she’s the one you should go for! She’s super talented and she writes Santiago Garcia so well and I just love it so much!

@mxndoscyarika: A fellow swiftie who’s talented and wrote one of the best fics for Marcus Pike (yes, I’m still thinking about that cardigan inspired fic), and she also writes a very lovely series with Javier and a chinese reader! (masterlist)

@absurdthirst: She writes a bit of everything and her writing style is so familiar for some reason? I love her smut, she writes it so well! (specially with Pero Tovar 🤧) (masterlist)

@rzrcrst: Also one of the best writers here??? She was the one of the firsts writers that I followed when I joined the fandom and I honestly aspire to be at her level. Her dialogue style is just perfect and I’m in love with the way she writes Ezra (ever since day one), but she also writes for other star wars characters and marvel too!! (masterlist)

@murdermewithbooks: The perfect balance between angst and fluff and smut? Her writing made me cry once and yes that is a compliment! She writes for Pedro characters and I love it so much! (masterlist)

@talesfromtheguild: Honestly she writes the best d*ddy k*nk I’ve ever read? lmao, I love the way she captures Agent Whiskey’s energy even though it’s nothing like he’s in the movie? I don’t know if that makes sense, but it’s just so on point and it makes my tummy churn. I love it. She writes for other Pedro characters too! (masterlist)

#din djarin x reader #ezra (prospect) x reader #javier peña x reader #marcus pike x reader #frankie morales x reader #agent whiskey x reader #pero tovar x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fanfic #txt

[hotchfiles]

can i request prompt 14 and 17 with remus!? Maybe the third person is james in both cases?

Would be awesome if you could include both the prompts in the same

<3

send me one of my boys + a prompt

remus + reader ⋆ "can you both just kiss and make up—" both of you: JAMES— + almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

you both weren't on speaking terms for almost two weeks now, thirteen days. even during breaks from hogwarts you two wouldn't go as long without as much as a letter. but there you were, sat in the same room, avoiding each other's gaze as much as humanly possible, talking to everyone else besides each other.

of course, of course, remus was the one to start it, he was the one to avoid you like the bloody plague after making out with you at a gryffindor party. you tried looking for him, talking to him, confessing, and the boys would always cover for him, he's not here, dunno where he went. and what were you if not the pettiest fifth year hogwarts has ever had? you could avoid him too, better, you could simply not talk to him at all. not a hello, not a good night. if he couldn't face you to reject you properly, you wouldn't face him at all.

it was getting ridiculous, it was messing up the whole group dynamics, lily and james had to switch desk mates to acommodate your resolve, lily sitting with remus as she felt you would go as far as isolate yourself from all the boys if it meant getting your point made, so she wouldn't give you the chance to, james would be your desk mate. to you, not that big of a problem (but oh, james was a talker, was he always? did he ever shut up?).

as the minutes passed and you kept quiet, sleepiness took over, the fireplace warm, the voices of your friends bringing a sense of home and security, you lay flat on the comfortable rug, your arm going to your eyes to block the light, no one says anything, it's something you're used to do.

you're not sure how much time has passed since you dozed off, it could be minutes or hours, but you were awaken to muffling sounds and one particular voice you knew being raised above it.

"she's the one not talking to me, why're you ganging up on me!?" your eyes opened immediately as your upper body flew up, eyebrows close in a frown as you glanced over remus.

"i'm not talking to you!? now you're blaming me!?" your tone made every sound disappear, only breathing being heard from everyone in the common room. you can see other students outside of your little friend group shuffle around getting their things to leave what seemed to be the beginning of a fight.

remus doesn't even bother to answer, shrugging it off as if it was an obvious thing, that you were the one making things harder and weird. you curl both your hands into fists, trying to keep your cool, "you vanished, avoided me and asked the three moronic musketeers to cover for you." gasps come from the other marauders at the offense, remus opens his mouth to reply, nothing comes out. he didn't think it was that obvious, he had been thinking you were ignoring him.

"my dudes, just, can you just kiss and make up—" james proves that no, he indeed doesn't ever shut up, earning the most genuine yell of his name coming from both you and remus.

your mood and your body softens as you glance over remus for the first time in days, actually taking him in, he looked tired as always, but his eyes were glued on you, sweet, yearning. lily is quick to notice the switch, pushing all the boys outside so you two could talk.

the two of you stay silent, but remus takes it on himself to make the first move and try to fix what apparently he was the one to break in the first place. he gets up from where he is, getting closer to you as your heart beat like it hadn't done that the past two weeks. he offers his hand and pulls you up, not hugging, not touching more than the hold on your hand.

but he's so close you can hear his heart, his breathing, his scent is manly and sweet and you're drowning in him, your eyes glued to his as you try not to sink. "i thought you'd want to forget it." it being the several minutes his hands roamed your body as your lips didn't leave his. or the way his hands gripped on your waist to dear life, almost scared you would disappear in thin air. you take one step closer, but you don't reply, in case he has more to say, and he always does, he's an over explainer by heart. "you were—hammered. i needed time to deal with that."

why couldn't he just ask. why did he just assume you were only kissing him because you were too drunk? the question comes quick and the answer is in his eyes so evidently it makes your heart bleed. because he's insecure and thinks that little of himself. your hands pull his collar without thinking, the desire to show him how silly that was, and his hands find balance in your waist not to fall over you.

it's happening again, your lips are about to touch, you're about to feel him again. if it wasn't for james coming into the goddamn room talking about his forgotten scarf. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

remus takes notice and uses the opportunity to regain a bit of dominance, pulling you to him in the kiss you were both longing the past thirteen days. thirteen days he spent thinking of you, remembering the party, wishing he could feel your lips on his again, writing little notes to send you and throwing it away, glancing at you hoping you'd glance back at him so he could somehow read you for answers, was he in love alone?

no. he wasn't. and now he finally knew and he could melt in your arms as he always wished to.

#lari writes blurbs #THIS TOOK SO LONG AND ITS SHORTER THAN I WANTED BUT #hope you like it ;; #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x you #remus x reader #remus x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #marauders x you

[hotchfiles]

Hello! 15 and/or 17 from prompt list + Isaac please 🥺

send me one of my boys + a prompt

isaac + reader ⋆ finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you + almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

parties are fun. everyone loves parties. every high schooler loves a good fucking party. you get to drink, maybe even get a little high if you know the right people. listen to good music, dance with your friends. always a good time.

well not for you.

for you it meant drinking, yes, which meant a goddamn headache the next day, dancing, having fun, yes, all of that, and on top of that, it meant watching the boy of your dreams being, for lack of a better word, chased around, by girls your age. and younger. and older. sometimes it was amusing, you could see the panic in his eyes. sometimes the girl was so gorgeous you couldn't help but look away, go somewhere else. get some fresh air, so you wouldn't have to watch anything hurtful.

you were in lov—interested in isaac for... a while, ever since he officially joined the pack, you've been playing it cool, maintaining his glance when he looked at you for a few seconds before turning away so it wouldn't be obvious, making your best not to smell his beautiful curly hair every time he hugged you... but you were only human, and he wasn't. you couldn't always control your heartbeat, so you were sure he knew it. he had to. he just wasn't interested. hurtful, but you'd live. eventually.

by 1am you're more than tipsy, and apparently so is the stunningly beautiful girl who very much on purpose tripped in front of isaac, forcing him to hold her by the waist so she wouldn't fall face first. she's charming thanking him, flirty, you know the routine by now, it's time to turn around and get some air, and you would have if stiles didn't appear out of nowhere in front of you talking about one hundred words per second. he really shouldn't drink.

while stiles asks you if his clothes are okay, if there's too much gel in his hair, if he smells nice and if he's annoying (right now he is) because every girl he tried to flirt with ignored him, you were—ignoring him. because you were forced to stay and you couldn't not look at isaac.

and his piercing blue eyes were looking right back at you, it didn't matter how many times the beautiful girl touched his arms, or laughed at him, his eyes were still on you. you selfishly wonder if the girl was just too much of a bore or... if he did that when you weren't looking, like you did when he wasn't looking. the thought makes your heart beat twice as fast, your cheeks flush and isaac notices it, obviously, smirking at you in a mischievous way you had never seen before.

that literally took your breath away, you had to leave. you finished your drink in one mouthful, handing your red cup to the still talking boy in front of you, "sure stiles, you're totally right." he looks confused, but you don't care. you turn in a rush to find the nearest unlocked door.

a room. not a good decision for whoever this house belonged to (you had no idea anymore), but you were so glad. you closed the door behind you in a swift motion and immediately start pacing around, your hands going to your face, through your hair and to your face again as you tried to take a deep breath but could only achieve a few not so deep ones.

"we don't have the money to pay for new floors if you drill a hole on these, gorgeous." your feet freeze on the spot as you hear his voice, sweet, humorous, flirty? you didn't even need to look at him to know he had that grin stamped on his lips.

"isa... what're you doing here?" your lips might as well be gone by how much you're nibbling on them, your hands gripping so hard on your own waist your nails might cut flash any time soon.

"chasing after you, obviously." god, could he not be so straight to the point for once? you nod your head countless times after he shrugs that reply out at you.

"sure... sure sure sure sure... why?" and he's grinning again, getting closer to you.

"well, this is the first time it actually looked like you wanted me and not to die." you keep nodding, and you feel like you're sweating more than normal, "so we're gonna make out, and hopefully i'm right about this." your eyes widen but you don’t move as he moves your arms from your waist to his, his hands holding your neck and he’s so close now you’re the one hearing his heartbeat. just as fast as yours.

so maybe when he looked at you there was reason to it, and maybe his hugs did linger and it wasn’t you holding on too long. maybe the times he told you to wear one of his jerseys to lacrosse matches were because he wanted to see you in his clothes, cheering for him, and not because he was friendly.

"i—i kinda wanted to die—i thought you didn't even look at me." you confessed in a murmur, he chuckled, leaning in, lips terribly close, virtually touching yours—but the door opened abruptly and the noise from the party flooded the otherwise quiet room.

stiles.

STILES.

"HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—" he doesn't have to say twice, you were still stunned by his interruption when isaac pulled you completely to him, kissing you passionately, hoping stiles would get a clue and leave (he did).

his hands were firm, but oh so gentle as he deepened the kiss, it sends shivers down your spine, it was intense, maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact he had wanted to do that for a really long time now.

every brush of his lips to yours was like putting more fire to a flame and you gripped to his shirt with both your hands as you moved together in perfect rhythm. it felt like a second and an eternity at the same time, you could feel isaac's body heat mixed to yours, having to part to breathe was torture.

isaac looked at you and his eyes shared the same hunger as yours, he quickly took one of your hands to his, leaving the room in quick steps as he pulled you behind with him, "so i was right, and we're leaving the party, is that okay?" he looks at you, still walking, and you can only nod, after all, parties are fun, and one with him alone is definitely more your taste.

#lari writes blurbs #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf imagine #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey x reader #isaac x reader

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hiii !! i’m here to req no. 14 from the prompt list + james ( literally bc i can just imagine sirius telling them to kiss and make up ) 💘💘

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james + reader ⋆ "can you both just kiss and make up-" both of them: "SIRIUS"

there were things everyone in hogwarts knew. some of them where: you and james were extremely competitive, the sorest of losers, partners in crime? yes, but stubborn from the biggest to the smallest bone you both had. having you both playing for the quidditch team was a blessing for gryffindor. and also a curse. a blessing because it meant the red and golden lions had never won so many matches in a row. a curse because you were both insufferable during quidditch practice and even worse than that, sharing dorms and common areas with the both of you after a losing match? hell. literally.

"told'ya that stupid strategy wouldn't work," james' hands go through his hair, exasperated by the terrible beating slytherin had done to the team's score, and to his self esteem. "but nooo, you're always miss right." his face twisting in a mocking expression. "didn't work 'cause you didn't do your bloody part, potter." you're just as frustrated, arms flailing around, the game ended hours ago, this is the fourth or fifth time you both are discussing this exact same point. the common room getting emptier and emptier each time, leaving only you both, sirius, remus, peter and lily, as your friends they were morally compelled to stay and keep you both from each other's throats. both your wands already perfectly secure in remus' pockets to avoid any disappearance of brows or cutting of hair. exhausting really, dealing with you two was becoming exhausting, especially because you were both very easy going people with everyone else. james was a charmer, you were always a delight. it was fascinating how irritating both of you became in situations like these, how easy it was to get you both riled up because of the other. so it clicked to everyone, but you two, apparently, that you simply had feelings for each other. none of you knew how to react upon those, so you bottled it up and when james made something stupid it got you so mad because the feelings you had for him were all intense, all or nothing, no middle ground. and it was the same for him. best friends who had so much in common and loved doing most of it together, who made each other laugh, and helped each other when things got bad. and then suddenly, a screaming match. quidditch strategies, blaming each other for some prank, arguing about the right answer to a test, it was the stupid way you two found to actually feel and deal with the strength of your emotions. lily and remus leave while the argument went from the yelling to the huffing, both claiming to need tea if they were going to endure all that for longer. peter debates staying for a while, he actually had plans with james for the day, but as soon as the yelling gains speed again, he knows those are gone and gives up, leaving only james, you and sirius and the thick weight of the horrible mood the room was filled with. "i won't be doing idiotic stuff on the field just 'cause you want me to, honey." james keeps the nickname, not matter how mad he gets, but there's nothing sweet on his tone. and you want to reply, you really do, you want to say he's the only idiot, that you lost because of him, but instead you suddenly feel a strong push on the back of your head, making you and james touch foreheads. "can you both just please kiss and make up already." sirius isn't even joking, he sounds tired, his hands still holding both of your heads as you and james yelled his name, shocked he would even dare to say such thing. why would james ever want to kiss you? or you kiss him? just because you enjoyed having him around and he made you heart feel a bit weak and you wanted him to validate how smart you are? just because james always got your favorite treats from honeydukes, always asked his dad to make you cosmetic potions if you wanted, and he would always have a spare scarf and gloves when you forgot yours? and the ball finally fucking dropped for you both. you saw it in his eyes as he saw it in your tiny grin, but oh, you were not going to give this so easy to sirius, so you just crossed your arms over your chest, scoffed loudly and went straight to your dorm. sirius was happy to get you both to shut up at least. and he did find out a month later that when he was napping on the common room couch, james went to your dorm and did kiss you, and that was probably why all arguments had turned into just light banter, with flirty laughs and touches. james did have to learn to accept you were mostly always right, but he gained a gorgeous girlfriend, an infinite supply of kisses and the hottest make out sessions, so he got over it pretty quickly.

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hey, can i get a remus blurb with 48 from the angst prompt list?

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remus + reader ⋆ “i gave you my all yet you couldn't even give half of you to me.”

you knew you struck a nerve, you could see it clearly in his eyes, the pain, the sorrow, the regret, still, his response was nothing that could match those, it was hoarse, cold, "didn't ask you f'that." it shattered you once more, it was true, he never asked, he tried to push you away most times. then he settled down. and then he disappeared. for the past years you had dreamed about this moment, that you would end up having a chance encounter with him at the order and he would be sorry and he would apologise and kiss you and clean away your tears while trying to make you smile. but there he was, the same remus, so pathetically afraid of love everyone who tries to do it ends up wounded. "you truly damage everyone around you, and that has nothing to do with the full moon." you chuckle sadly at the realization, turning your back to him and going back to the meeting you were before, leaving him to the excruciating truth that was laid bare to him with no preparation, no sugarcoating.

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Sirius and 16. Thanks💞

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young!sirius + fem!reader ⋆ naturally gravitating closer together

sirius doesn't even notice it at first, the way he always takes the seat behind you in class and how he always makes room by his side for you during meals. he doesn't notice how many times you had been yelled at for not paying attention to the teachers, instead your head turned around to face him, or your arm at his table for him to doodle. none of you are aware of how your thighs seem to be glued together whenever you're sat side by side. it's impossible not to see it though, when holding hands while his arm was around your neck made you both smile, and when he warned you late at night that he was going to kiss you, you didn't stop him, instead you knew you wanted to be close to him like that forever.

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For fluffy blurb. 25 & Isaac 🥺

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isaac lahey + reader ⋆ finding comfort in their scent

for way too long isaac didn't know what home really was, he didn't know what feeling safe was, saving people and helping the pack was his way to try and save himself, as if he saved enough people, he would be able to feel whole, he would be able to heal what his father broke. you were the one to teach him what home was, what the warmth of actually feeling safe was, and he can't get enough of it, of anything that reminds him of you. his hugs always linger as he takes in your perfume, your shampoo, your soap and your scent, your actual pure scent. it was the first thing he would capture when he got to school and you were already there, he could smell you and it made him smile that he would be able to hug you and kiss you in seconds. and it made his heart drop just a little whenever he got there and he there was no trace of you, immediately texting where are you :((( before even stepping through the doors of the high school. for him it was almost like a sign, whenever your scent was there, he knew he would have a good day.

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From your new prompt list I’m thinking 5 and James ♡

thank youu

xoxo

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james + reader ⋆ crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay."

the problem with perfectionism wasn't really the fact that perfection is unachievable, something completely impossible to achieve would be easy to drop, surely, the problem with perfection is the almost. almost getting to it, reaching so close you might as well touch it and still not attaining it, and then forcing yourself to reach for it again and again. because when you're an almost person, you have to believe you're capable of perfection. that you're equipped for it. you just have to keep reaching.

sadly for you, you were an almost person, almost straight Os, with too many E.Es and a few As that did more than just keep you on your toes. when your mother said you needed to get into quidditch like her and your father, you only obliged, like you always did, she wanted you to participate in everything hogwarts could provide you, and to strive for perfection like she always did. you got into the team, sure, but was benched from the get-go, probably being able to get on the field during actual matches a couple times only during your whole time in hogwarts. and you so wanted to make your mother proud, you wanted her to see your efforts, to relish in the fact you tried, tried to be the perfect student, tried to be a good quidditch player, tried to be an auror like she wanted. your mum wasn't a tried person though, she was a perfection achieved person. when you dropped out of auror training you knew your relationship with your mother would be strained, and you knew the type of treatment you would have to endure from her, what you didn't know is how much it would hurt when she couldn't even send you a letter for your birthday, or to ask about the small bakery you had started at the kitchen of your own apartment. that's why when james comes to your apartment to watch movies and fill up on pastries like you both always do on your birthday, he finds you on your bed, eating a cupcake, sobbing like a child. and he doesn't have to ask, because this has happened before, since you were just kids back in hogwarts, he would catch you crying about your grades, or your hair, or your skin, or anything that somehow made you feel less than perfect. and it has been an unspoken agreement to leave you alone, maybe get you something to eat, maybe come back later with a blanket, but to not be there, to not watch you in such a humiliating circumstance. and he respected it every time, even though it hurt him as your best friend. and on your birthday of all days, james can feel a snatch on his heart as he goes over to your bed. you're sitting down, mascara awfully runny, lips still collecting chocolate from the cupcakes you've been eating. he crouches to your eye level while cupping your chin, wiping your tears as delicately as he could, trying not to make you feel exposed or disturbed, "tell me what i can do for you, honey." and truly, he fully expects you to ask him to go away, to come back tomorrow, but instead your hands grip to his shoulder and ask him what he's been waiting for you to ask all those times and he didn't even know. "stay. please." and he does, nodding softly just before you gave him room by your side in your bed, and you both laid down, face to face, as james rubbed your arm so softly it made you feel warm and cozy. and before you can even think of falling asleep to the calming sound of his breathing, his hand goes back to your face, holding you still as he tentatively pulls himself closer, first by brushing his lips to your forehead, and then to your lips, you keep your eyes closed, just in case this is a dream, but you kiss him back, it's slow and loving as your tongues twirl around. james pulls away first, not only for air, but because he has so much to say to you, and he realizes you both have time, but you have to know it, "you're perfect for me, always, in everything you do or don't do. to me, perfection means you." the choice of words only he could master, because only james knew how much those haunted you every single day. and you knew believing him meant the whole concept of perfection wasn't as strict as you were taught, but as you looked in his eyes, and your fingers went through his curly dark hair, and his lips turned into that stupid smug grin that he gave you every time he was able to make you admit you were wrong about something... you believed him, because to you, right now, perfection meant him.

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I LIVE FOR ANGST

can you do 18 with james?

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james + reader ⋆ “i’m… disgusted. i’m disgusted by you.”

the words left your mouth easily, like it was second nature. you felt the burning in your eyes, in your throat, but you swallowed it in, stubborn in keeping your pride. james sounded desperate while you made your best to be calm, collected. he tried to argue he didn’t know you would come back to the cottage you both shared, that he was distraught, heartbroken. “we had a fight, potter, d’you always fuck someone else when we fight?” it was the first time you heard him stuttering, his words failing him, his charm unable to work. you headed to the fireplace, not looking at him, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your red eyes. “be back tomorrow. don’t be here.”

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hello i love your writing so much and! i saw the prompts on your list and i just

omg.

i could barely choose.

but

18 with marauders era sirius 👀👀

please and thank you🙏🙏🙏

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sirius + reader ⋆ feeling hot all over the place after the kiss ) #)'?&)%+#

"you're blushing, mon trésor." his voice merely a whisper, his lips still so close to yours you can feel the warmth from him inhaling and exhaling so smoothly, so effortlessly, his hands on your waist, his forehead glued to yours.

and oh, you were blushing, you were panting, that wasn't your first kiss by any means but you've been flirting with sirius for months now, glancing at each other at parties, and you always having an extra hair tie on your wrist for when he started to seem bothered by his strands attaching to his face when he began to sweat, and you would gently go through his hair and tie it up for him, and he would thank you with the most beautiful smile, a chaste kiss to your forehead, a few french praise words you were sure he learnt only to make girls like you melt for him. and it worked, you were indeed melting, "no, i'm so not!" you replied, hands to your cheeks and you looked away from him, the blushing was obvious but you still denied it, you didn't want to seem silly, or too eager, and you definitely didn't want him to know how hot only that kiss made you feel, or how you had to mentally keep yourself from moaning or how you felt like crossing your thighs (or entangling them around his waist). because that was sirius black, he was cool, he was brilliant, he had girls sometimes literally falling for him, but he was selective of who deserved his attention, and he was just so gorgeous and you didn't want him to see you as some weird fangirl of sorts. "oh, you are, you are all adorably red, my dear." you feel his fingers pull your chin so you can look up to him once more, finding a smile you think you never got from him, it seemed almost shy. and eyes sparkling just like the star he was named after, sincerity pouring from them. "it's a'ight, you didn't catch it but i got shivers all over." that earns him a giggle from you as you begin to feel more at ease knowing you weren't the only one feeling more than just the touch of the lips, that he too was as elated as you were. and in honesty, he really was, as the flirting progressed he couldn't stop himself from thinking about kissing you, and he knew you wanted it too, it wasn't an insecurity thing, no, sirius wasn't the type, his targets were always certain, only this time it felt like he was the target, the victim, his heart hit with the biggest arrow cupid could find, so he enjoyed the flirting a little longer, the glancing, the lingering of your fingers on his when you accidentally touched him, the tenderness of how you showed him you cared in such little acts. he wanted the kiss to be special too, meaningful, the panting and the blushing and how hard you gripped to his waist was a delightful bonus, so he waited until the perfect day came, the sky the bluest he's ever seen, but still with enough beautiful white clouds to look at and wonder what they looked like. a past time you told him you had as a kid in some silly conversation you thought he wouldn't remember. but he did remember, as he remembers all you've ever talked about, as he'll remember the way you gasped for air after he pulled away from your first kiss, as he'll remember the shivers that went down his spine in the most delicious way and how he felt like he was at the top of the world. and he hopes you'll remember it too. but if you don't, that's ok too, he intends to keep getting you hot and bothered for him for as long as you let him.

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Hi! 12 and James from the new prompt list please. Thankks

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james + reader ⋆ “my friends keep telling me to move on from you but tell me this: how the hell am I supposed to do that when there’re still pieces of you in my life? you left behind memories I can’t discard; pieces of you you told me to keep safe for you.”

oh that wound would leave a mark, you knew that for sure, being in your front door, curls completely disheveled, months after you broke up and mentioning things you told him back in hogwarts while you were both teens. that alone made you twist your nose in an attempt to distract your eyes and avoid the tears from coming. keep that piece of me safe, hm? you would always say every time you told him something you never told anyone before, something about your past, some darkness about your parents, something silly about yourself you were embarrassed about even, and he would always kiss his fingers as if they were keys and pretend to be locking his heart, keeping your pieces safe. "james, please, i can't do this again." it was hard enough the first time, and it has been hard the other times he begged, it only hurt the both of you and it never changed your mind, because you loved him but your made your choice, and when you graduated and he decided to enlist the order and fight the war and be part of dumbledore's suicide mission he knew it was over for you two. and he made his choice as well. you loved his morals, you loved how he put the greater good above all else, and when he chose the order instead of you, you knew surely that yes, that was the james you fell in love with, but that wasn't you. after the childhood you had you reserved yourself the right to peace, even selfishly, you were not going to spend years every night waiting for letters hoping and crying that when an owl showed up, it wouldn't be his obituary. he looked so vulnerable and broken, and it was desolating to watch it and know it was your doing. but it had to be done. so you took both of his hands on yours, warming him up for a few moments, leaned in for a chaste, lingering kiss, "go fight your war, find a soldier, forget me, please." and you let go of him, closing your door. and that was the last time you saw james potter alive.

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