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maraudersmap123 · 2 years

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My Fic Recs

Hey guys, so after many many years of having this account and posting on it, I have decided that im finally going to post my fic recs. I've been writing fics myself for around 3 years now, and I have been reading fics for much longer. so it's fair to say I have compiled quite the list. I love all of these pieces so much, and I think the authors are just amazing. So I hope you all enjoy these are much as I do. I might even start posting these more often, monthly maybe if I have enough because I think it's a great way to bring recognition to great writers on this platform.

Some of the summaries are by me and some are just copied and pasted from the post.

Firstly I'd like to recommend my favourite author for harry potter fanfic, who inspired me to start writing in the first place. This is the only rec I have from Wattpad so I thought I would do it first. They also write for almost everyone, so it doesn't really fit in with the rest.

Harry Potter One Shots (Vol. 1) - @everlovingdeer

SIRIUS BLACK

Study Buddy by @unfortunatelysirius - "You’re Sirius’s History of Magic tutor, but it occurs to you that maybe he doesn’t need the extra help."

They're Just Girls by @hermioneshandbag - A Sirius version of the Jily love story.

Smile by @midnighttmarauder - Sirius gets a letter from home and the reader comforts him.

Babe, you're a habit by @jamcspotters - Muggle au. “The number one rule of friends with benefits is no feelings involved, and, you think you just broke it.”

Don't You Mind by @hermioneshandbag - Friends to lovers but they both think it's unrequited.

The Five Times Sirius Felt Time Stop by @wizardwritings - "Sirius Black could only recall five times in his life when he felt as if time stopped. All those times just happened to revolve around you."

Wasn't Expecting That by @spideyxxboi - "You and Sirius have a secret relationship and don’t know how to tell the other boys until they accidentally walk in on something they weren’t expecting."

About what I said last night by @rainandhotchocolate - Sirius and his girlfriend get into a fight before she leaves for a mission where she is injured.

potter. by @mellifluousmalfoy - Soulmate AU and friends to lovers in one.

How to Fall in Love: For Dummies by @wizardwritings - "Modern AU. you and Sirius have been best friends for years now, but after six months of living with him, you realize that maybe you liked him as more than a friend. The plan? To make him realize the same thing in just three, foolproof steps."

the feeling that we're meeting by @writesowhatnext - "Sirius Black has never liked the reader and this he made known. Maybe it’s because she’s a Slytherin. Maybe it was the bat-bogey hex. Strange, though, how things change with a war in full throttle."

The risk of love by @with-love-anu - "Sirius had been your bestfriend since forever. Things change when he runs away from home"

Baby Fever by @vampirestookmydoubts - Sirius and the reader disagree on having a child.

The way you look at her by @theweasleysredhair - Maybe there really is a fine line between hate and love.

Style by @userinejghafa - you’re the only one for sirius black and the thought overwhelms him.

REMUS LUPIN

Cold Cold Cold by @pronqzz - Essentially where Remus and the reader have some relationship problems.

Happily Ever After by @sleekeazyz - Pretty much post-war fluff with a hint of angst.

This isn't how it ends by @lilysevans-archive - The beginning of the relationship between the reader and Remus with a bump in the road. A headcanon.

Drunk by @futurewriter2000 - Remus puts his drunk girlfriend to bed.

White Lies by @jamcspotters - “I’m sick of you lying to me, Remus. Aren’t we best friends?” with those words, you turned around, walking out of his dorm with heavy steps and an even heavier heart.

Full Moon by @theweasleysredhair - After a particularly bad full moon, Y/n decides it’s time to admit that she knows all about Remus’ little secret, especially since she’s known for years.

Reasons by @drxcodormixns - “I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”

Selfish 1/2 2/2 by @aspiringauthorintraining - best friends realise and eventually confess that they in fact love one another.

Only Love by @imaginesfrommetoyou - Remus and the reader have a secret relationship.

My Heart by @swellwriting - James' sister confesses her feelings for Remus in the infirmary

JAMES POTTER

Promises by @jamcspotters - “After days of hiding from your best friend, forced proximity may just be what it takes for secrets to be revealed.”

Why? by @futurewriter2000 - Jily but with the reader not lily.

Players Cigarette Mate by @amarauder - "in which a girl's bad habit turns into a good one."

The Girl Next Door And The Five Times She Stopped Time by @wreckofawriter - "James slowly begins to fall in love with the girl next door'

misconceptions by @siriusmuch - "james has been telling the marauders all about just how amazing you are. one day, you overhear and get the wrong message from the conversation."

After Quidditch by @intoanothermind - "I was almost too late and almost lost the best thing that happened to me in my life because I was too stubborn"

Always have by @awritingtree - "James and Y/N have always been two peas in a pod, never straying far from the other. Even through James’ endless pining and ramblings about his ‘Lilyflower’, Y/N never left his side. But what happens when Lily’s rejections go too far one day? And what happens when Y/N realizes she’s starting developing feelings for her best friend?"

DRACO MALFOY

The Relationship Formula by @wizardwritings - An arranged marriage between two purebloods.

Play Pretend by @wondernimbus - "in which two people are forced into marriage; reader falls in love. draco doesn’t."

THEODORE NOTT

Stoic Manners and Shy Smiles by @imintofictionalmen - Theo and reader catch feelings for one another but Theo isn't to good at communication.

Did I Mention by @kayesfictioncharactershusbands - "You didn't know when it started, or how it started. You just hate Theodore Nott. And same goes for him. But what if did I mention he also likes you? But one certain word made you slapped Theo because he was jealous. That you didn't know of."

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unfortunatelysirius · 4 years

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I love you, but I’m scared // Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」

Y/N finds herself feeling non-platonic things for long-time best friend Remus. At risk of losing six and a half years of friendship, what can she do?

「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」

BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DISAPPEAR OFF THE GLOBE FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS HAHAHAHA BITCH U THOUGHT, in serious news idk how I feel about this so uhhhh feedback???? also this was like 2650 words idk why I wrote so much. hope it isn't trash!!!! :D fill the inbox with some love (and some requests wink wink) and have a happy weekend!!!

It was past curfew at Hogwarts castle, the moon twinkling brightly in the sky outside, and to most students, it was time to snooze the night away. In the Gryffindor common room, all but two had vacated, retreating to their dorms for much needed relief. Y/N L/N and Remus Lupin had other priorities in mind.

Y/N was rewriting her notes for Arithmancy when she heard Remus clear his throat. He was against the other end of the sofa with his legs tucked into his chest, his Potions textbook acting as a surface for his parchment. Y/N was similarly using a journal. They’d been in the common room for hours, once surrounded by their friends before they decided to hit the sheets instead of their books. After their friends left, the two bookworms descended into silence. It’d been a while since either of them tried chatting through their overload of N.E.W.T.’s prep. Y/N peeked up, losing momentum, at his soft garble.

Remus’s eyes immediately went down to his legs when she looked over, so she looked down, too. His parchment was completely covered in perfect print with barely an inch left to write. “I need to borrow some parchment,” he said sheepishly.

Y/N’s face flushed for reasons beyond her, and she wordlessly fished around in her bag for some spare parchment. She felt less frazzled when she was able to locate a piece and hand it over to Remus.

“Thanks,” Remus said, his fingers brushing over hers without meaning to. Y/N felt sparks but she had no intention of speaking them into existence.

They didn’t speak for a time after that. Remus scribbled furiously, managing to have pretty penmanship through his rush, and Y/N took her time rewriting and slimming down her notes. They would glance at each other on occasion, sometimes connecting without meaning to (and consequentially Y/N would feel quite embarrassed), and they’d cough or sneeze or swallow or smile out of the blue. It went on. Only when the common room clock tolled at 3 did the pair acknowledge they needed rest; even if tomorrow were Sunday, neither of them enjoyed sleeping in.

Remus gave Y/N a tentative smile. “I got a lot done,” he told her, affirming what she felt for herself. Her smile back was mega-watt. Truly she felt better than she had before he’d asked her to study with him. She thought her feelings would get in the way and make her nervous being around him for so long—alone, stuffy and uncomfortably silent, all he had for company—but surprisingly the opposite happened. It was like any other time they hung out.

As friends.

“Me too,” Y/N agreed. She reached out and gave him a side hug before she could chicken out. The baffled look on his face, mixed with something she couldn’t be certain about, made her regret it—but whatever. It was 3 am and he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. I’ll remember it. “Goodnight, Remus.”

“Night, love,” Remus said sleepily, rubbing the crust from his eyes.

The two of them went up their respective staircases, looking back at the same time and waving a final farewell. Y/N felt like a little girl as she face-planted her comforter and snuggled into the pillow, briefly thinking about the pet name Remus gave her. He used it sparingly, usually when exhausted, and it seemed tonight was one of those nights.

Thinking about her best friend that way wasn’t right. He was her best friend. She met him before she met the Marauders, even before she became good friends with her dormmates. They’d been friends for so long that anything other than their routine would disrupt everything. Y/N had felt something other than platonic love for Remus since the summer of this year after he sent her a letter about his time at home. It wasn’t something small, either. She couldn’t fathom how she went from thinking it was gross when he drank pumpkin juice around her to watching his throat as he guzzled the atrocious liquid down. How—why—did she suddenly like him so much she couldn’t breathe around him? Why did things feel stilted?

Did he know?

She didn’t want to feel like this about him. He was her best friend, all their other friends were friends with each other, things were great the way they were and something new just wasn’t going to end well. Platonic love—maybe she was confusing it for the love she read about in her books. Maybe that’s all this was. Yeah.

She was overreacting.

Y/N didn’t fall asleep until it was well past what time it was when she stumbled back to her dorm, and by then the sun was coming up.

She wasn’t one to sleep in but that morning she made an unconscious exception.

Things may not have felt stilted when they hung out, but after they said their goodnights and went to bed, things changed. For Y/N, at least. She couldn’t be in the same room as Remus without feeling anxious beyond reason. She didn’t think she was obvious about it to their friends—maybe to the ever-observant Lily, but the Marauders had to be clueless, and Marlene and Alice were too busy talking about coursework. Remus wasn’t so oblivious. Y/N was constantly fleeing from conversations with excuses that never made much sense, and she was fumbling with what to say and how to act around him. She couldn’t ignore how her heart beat a little faster around him. Her entire body felt sweaty when he had his attention on her. She felt light, heavy, dead, and alive, at different ranges and nocks; she was sure it showed.

Of course it showed. Remus was bewildered, and honestly a little hurt, as Y/N’s nerves got the best of her. He didn’t try hiding how he felt and he didn't shy away from trying to rekindle things, completely oblivious to what he did. Y/N felt cruel and wanted to hate herself for what she was doing. Remus didn’t deserve this; he deserved a better. Their communication issues felt like years-old radio silence when really the days of Y/N’s strange behavior were slow like a boat against the tide.

Their friendship had never been out there. They weren’t like James and Sirius were with each other, even from the beginning, so tiptoeing around each other and being quiet was just a part of them. They were introverted at heart. Remus always preferred being alone with Y/N so they could engage and relax without their loud and rowdy friends joining, Y/N reciprocating his energy wholeheartedly. But somehow along the way of discovering her feelings, Y/N found herself feeling afraid. That fear translated to isolation, her flee instinct on a victory roll as it repeatedly conquered “fight.” The tiptoeing became profuse excuses, blatant footsteps, Y/N on a never-ending treadmill that just kept getting faster.

She didn’t want to admit to anything, especially if it meant losing Remus. Yet her heart also hated being away from him, hated doing things with anyone besides Remus, hated running away when all she wanted to do was have his company. Why was she so pathetic?

Her friends were obviously more observant than she thought, and they weren’t shying from asking questions, and eventually Y/N started running from them too.

She didn’t know how to get what she wanted without breaking her heart along the way.

She hid and she ran and she avoided. A cycle that inevitably caught up with her.

Sirius, the friend closest to her aside from Remus, met her during first-year Potions and hadn’t stopped pestering her since. He wasn’t the most sensitive bloke and feelings weren’t a subject matter you went to him with. If you needed him to threaten or prank a bully, fine. If you wanted a dueling partner for the big Defense Against the Dark Arts practical, sold. If you were being obvious about running away from his best friend… feelings were probably involved, so he knew he wasn’t the right man for the job, but he’d have something to say regardless. He always knew what to do, even if it would backfire tremendously.

Y/N was in her usual library nook reading an old fairy tale book, having been there for two and a half hours after Remus tried asking her to study with him, and she was just getting to the good part when—

Sirius popped his shaggy head around a bookcase, a loud, “Hullo,” echoing in the corner, scaring Y/N so badly that her book went flying feet away.

He merely glanced at the book (probably trying to see the title) before his entire body appeared from around the shelf. “Ah, so here’s where you’ve been running off to, aye?” He raised his eyebrows in a “Huh?” gesture. “Remus said you might be here.”

Y/N winced, remembering that Remus knew all about her favorite spots around the castle. He must have seriously thought she had something against him if he was abiding her avoidance by doing some of his own.

“I’m reading,” Y/N said weakly, grimacing when Sirius picked up her book and flipped through the pages. “Wasreading.”

“You’ve been avoiding Remus for three days,” Sirius said pointedly, tossing her the book. Beauty and the Beast. How fitting. “He’s right glum about it. Bet he’s half mad wondering what he did to make you cross with him, too. So what was it?”

Y/N felt like a fool thinking she was being subtle with anyone. if she didn’t catch it from her friends’ interrogations, she caught onto their suspicions now. Sirius wasn’t an idiot; Remus wasn’t either. Y/N’s actions weren’t normal, contrary to what her inner reassurances told her over the past 72 hours.

“He didn’t do anything,” she told Sirius, hoping she sounded believable. Sirius looked like he wanted more: a confessionmost likely. “I… just feel weird around him.”

Sirius smirked. “Ah, I see,” he said. Judging by his growing amusement, he’d immediately figured her out and was just taking his sweet time reveling in it. “Love, pesky little bugger, isn’t it?”

“W—love?” Y/N shook her head frantically. “No, that’s not it. I just—”

“You’re avoiding your best mate because things feel ‘weird,’” Sirius pointed out. “You already know about his furry little problem so that’s ruled out. What else makes being around a best mate weird? Maybe fancying him?”

“Believe what you want,” Y/N said tiredly. Her brain chanted at her, Accept it! Accept it! Accept it! but she didn’t want to accept it. Not even deny it, honestly. She thought avoiding him would avoid ruining their friendship, and she knew eventually if she let herself get convinced there weren’t real feelings involved, things could go back to normal. It was all a matter of time and patience. Sirius was not adhering to her internal plans… not that she wanted him to know anything about what went on in her head. He’d just take advantage of it.

Sirius stared at her, not buying the act, before turning around. “Aye, Moony, come over here.”

Seconds passed and the color drained from Y/N’s face.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t hear us,” Sirius said with a grin, eye dropping down into a wink that drove most of Hogwarts wild, “but you guys are about to talk. Good luck, mate.”

He disappeared around the corner and Y/N strained her ears trying to hear the end of what murmured conversation went on between Remus and Sirius when they met. Sirius’s loud footsteps echoed in her corner as he left, replaced by Remus’s nervous face peering around the bookcase.

“Hi,” Y/N said nervously, wanting to bury her face into her sleeves. She couldn’t do that without looking like a child so she just ran her hands over her copy of Beauty and the Beastand hoped (prayed, more like) for the best.

Remus walked deeper into the corner. “Hi,” he returned.

They stared at each other without erupting into quiet conversation as they usually did when alone, and Y/N felt like screaming knowing she’d caused the rift. If she was honest—and she bloody well had to be, knowing that she’d done what she had to Remus’s feelings—she’d put her feelings over his and prioritized her own discomfort. She ran because she didn’t like how she was thinking or feeling. Remus didn’t even get a chance to coast along; he was left in dirt, befuddled and bereaved.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N choked out.

“I’m sorry, too,” Remus immediately said, his head of chestnut hair falling so that his scalp was visible to Y/N but his face wasn’t. His voice was shaking, like he was fighting a battle with his own nerves—and losing. “I don’t know what I did to hurt you, but I’m sorry. If my… if my problem’s what’s bothering you, I promise I won’t bother you anymore. I just thought—”

“Remus,” Y/N said, realizing what he thought. Realizing she was the biggest fucking idiot—biggest fucking jerk—in the universe. He thought she was avoiding him because he was a werewolf. That was the furthest thing from her mind, but how could she put that into words? She was shaking from all the things she should say, could say, didn’t say, and all she mustered was his name, coming out like a sob. “That’s not…”

“It’s okay,” Remus said with a barely controlled breech in composure. His eyes betrayed him, signaling to Y/N that he felt disgusted with himself and he was in pain. Because of me. Y/N wanted to stand up and hug him. She knew she needed to reassure him that he was so wrong, that she would never turn her back on him because of something out of his control, but the pit of self-loathing in her stomach was making words escape her. “I know I’m a monster… You don’t have to apologize. I deserve it—”

“Remus, goddammit,” Y/N said. She began to feel angry about how he was talking about himself.

Remus continued on, his face turning wet with tears; “I know that what I am is always going to be a part of me, I don’t expect anyone to accept it. I don’t accept myself. How can I expect anyone else to? You were kind enough to even give me what you have—"

“I love you!” Y/N burst out, louder than she’d ever talked, unwilling to listen anymore. She knew everyone in the library probably heard her but she didn’t care. Her attention was all for Remus, her mind exploding with persistent reasons why she should flee again—but she was tired of running. And she was tired of hurting Remus in the process. She was tired of him thinking she ran from him because of that, something he could never have helped. “I love you, Remus, but I’m scared. Not scared of you. Not scared of your problem. Hell, I don’t even care about that! Okay? I’m scared of ruining everything we have. We’ve been friends since bloody first year! That’s a long time! Sirius is like a brother, and James and Peter are some of my best mates that you’ve given me. If I—if I love you like this, it’s broken. It’s fucking ruined, innit? Things would never be the same and I, I’d rather break my heart a thousand times than walk over yours.”

“Y/N…” Remus stared at her, mouth agape. If there was a word for his expression, he was confounded.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in return. And she was, so bloody sorry she could build a mountain out of her apologies. “

“Don—don’t be sorry,” Remus said, more assertive, turning his head every which way like he had a fever he couldn’t shake. “Y/N… I love you, too. You know that, right? I thought… How could you love someone who’s a monster?”

“Remus, shut the bloody hell up. You’renot a monster. You’re kind and selfless and brave and smart, and if anyone doesn’t deserve someone, it’s me. I don’t deserve you, Remus. But I love you more than I’ve loved anyone in my life and it’s unimaginable what I’d do for you. You give me butterflies but you also make me more scared than I was during O.W.L’s week. You’re just—perfect, Remus. Bloody perfect. And I’m sorry for running but know it was never because of you—it’s because I was afraid to lose you.”

“You won’t ever lose me, Y/N,” Remus said with tears. Y/N had gotten up from her chair, book falling off her lap, and she was there to wipe them away. She held his head in her hands, staring at him like he was her whole bloody world. She hoped he saw it. “I… you’re my best friend. And you’re the love of my life. I’ve been afraid, too, but maybe we can have both without losing either.”

“If anyone can make that happen, it’s us,” Y/N said, laughing through her tears.

Remus was not a monster and at the end of the day Y/N wasn’t either.

But hurting the people you loved was something a monster did, does. So what did that make Y/N?

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risingtripletaurus · 3 years

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risingtripletaurus' marauders fic recs

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some didn't have titles, so i just gave them one!

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part 2, part 3

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personal faves - 🗽

thats^^ more of a personal indictor for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

sirius black:

broken promises by @juuuuliee

fortune cookies by @violetrainbow412-blog 🗽

not my type by @sirisuorionblack

favour by @clairecrive

lying by @heatherrthorn 🗽

second chance by @heloisedaphnebrightmore 🗽

just let me in, you're my clusterfuck of human by @jamesdeerest 🗽

heated by @hufflebuns 🗽

following all by @v1oletvenus

almost, not quite 🗽

boyfriend swap

only yours 🗽

the stars in our eyes 🗽

following all by @robynlilyblack

smart cookie

i do care 🗽

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remus lupin:

i love you, but i'm scared by @unfortunatelysirius

sugar and spice and everything nice by @writesowhatnext 🗽

"especially with them" by @pinkandblueblurbs 🗽

flower by @futurewriter2000 🗽

through art by @ddejavvu

"i'm not very good at flirting, am i?" by @hello-everyfandom 🗽

bravest person you knew by @finnwrld

following all by @hufflepuffsthunderdome

hopelessly devoted to you

baker girl 🗽

following all my @spxllcxstxr

always with me

cold to cozy🗽

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james potter:

pinky promises series by @pmparker 🗽

restless by @evergreenghost

you're insufferable by @sadboi-writer

slut and the falcon by @leahsficemporium 🗽

what great men say by @quillsanddaydreams

i do by @rosaline-black 🗽

and it all comes crashing down by @jamesdeerest

the one for me by @robynlilyblack

following all by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

idiot 🗽

sucker for you 🗽

following all by @wrathspoet

comfort person 🗽

fake it till you fall in love

flirty friends (or more) 🗽

invading my senses 🗽

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wolfstar:

truth or dare by @sirisuorionblack

proposition (x reader fic) by @slytherweasley

the incident, part 2 by @crownedwriting 🗽

following all by @marauders-venting

flowers and first dates 🗽

i love you 🗽

worth the wait 🗽

until the very end

one bed by design 🗽

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flowerpott:

"you called me lily" by @wolfstar-lb🗽

gay secrets and fabulous hair by @marauders-venting 🗽

halloween, 1981 by @marauders-venting

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poly!maruaders:

a day on the ice by @pregnant-piggy 🗽

you wanna hold my hand, too? by @randomoutsiders

baby by @slut-4-rafe

following all by @seriouslysnape

a little sensitivity 🗽

fighting words

damaged pride🗽

untrusted intuition 🗽

miscommunication, part 2 🗽

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curseofaphrodite · 2 years

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1K Followers Special Fic Recommendations (vol iii)

celebration masterpost

Okay this isn’t exactly a fic recs list because there are way too many of my fav fics to choose from, so this is the list of my favorite writers and their masterlists! Definitely check them out if you haven’t already!

Ones marked as * includes nsfw works too.

MARAUDERS (remus / james / sirius / regulus)

@destourtereaux | masterlist

@unfortunatelysirius | masterlist

@comfortscripts | masterlist *

@sarahisslytherin | masterlist

@eunoniaa | masterlist *

@cupids-crystals | masterlist

@velvetcloxds | masterlist

@padf00ts-l0ver | masterlist

@wrathspoet | masterlist

@messers-moony | masterlist *

@fairydxll | masterlist *

LIGHTNING ERA (draco / harry / hermione / cedric / fred)

@mirclealignr | masterlist

@leydileyla | masterlist *

@draconisxcaput | masterlist

@cupids-crystals | masterlist

@dr4cking | masterlist *

GRISHAVERSE

@kazscrow | masterlist

@magpiencrow | masterlist

@mrs-brekker15 | masterlist

@swanimagines | masterlist

OTHERS

Paul Atreids - @violetrainbow412-blog | masterlist *

Supernatural - @queen-of-deans-booty | masterlist *

Sherlock - @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds | masterlist

MARVEL

@merceret | masterlist

@marvelousluci | masterlist

Also I wanna also share my favorite fic recs accounts on Tumblr — follow these people to get updated on more stories!

@scorpireads

@sheraayasherrecs

@candlesandconstellations

#marvel #grishaverse #paul atreides x reader #fic recs #marauders #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #x read #james potter #regulus black #kaz brekker #spn #supernatural #sherlock #ashrecs

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arandomdump · 4 years

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Fic Recs

(obviously, none of the listed below are written by me. this is just a complied list of all my favourite fics that i just love too much. if you particularly like any of the fics below, please let the amazing writers and creators know because they are simply just that amazing 😊)

* - Angst (prepare your hearts)

♡ - Personal Favourites.

Last Updated: 13/03/21

(this is still uncompleted and unedited, so some warnings may not be there yet. and apologies if i get any tags wrong! xx)

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Countless Nights - by @thewinchestergirl1208

Never Been Kissed ♡ - by @wizardwritings

The Not-So-Perfect Sister - by @wreckofawriter

We’re Not Friends - by @wizardwritings

Summer Revelations - by @marauders--mischief

It’s Been Too Long - by @weasleypogues

Owl You Need Is Love - by @wizardwritings

Amortentia - by @waytooinlovewithharrypotter

Summer lies and jealous types - by @futurewriter2000

How to Fall in Love: For Dummies ♡ - by @wizardwritings

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - by @wizardwritings

She - by @roonilwazlibimagines

A Dangerous Bet ♡ - by @harrytpotter

So cold - by @weasleydream

Home is a Person ♡* - by @approved-by-dentists

How could I mind when it’s you? ♡ - by @approved-by-dentists

By your side ♡* - by @approved-by-dentists

Truth Under Moonlight ** - by @approved-by-dentists

don’t flatter yourself - by @marveliskindacool

The Worst Wingman - by @theweasleysredhair

Just A Natural Fact - by @iliveiloveiwrite

Drunk - by @theweasleysredhair

I Always Was - by @theweasleysredhair

A glass too much…- by @pregnant-piggy

The Way You Look At Her ♡ - by @theweasleysredhair

Bad idea! (or maybe not) - by @bl597

golden snitch - by @firewhisky-kisses

secrets and fears - by @firewhisky-kisses

found family ♡* - by @firewhisky-kisses

Our little secret - by @pregnant-piggy

Cursed Series ♡* - by @pregnant-piggy

Don’t You Think? - by @harrytpotter

“For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?” “I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.” “No, it’s over. She ended it.” “Sirius loves all the attention,”

♡ ** all by @hello-everyfandom

The First Time - by @inkinflux

Broken Hearts and Fire Whiskey Part 2 Part 3 * - by @mrsssiriusblack

Like I Loved You Part 2 Part 3 * - by @mrsssiriusblack

Remus Lupin

starry night - by @ yourssuccubus

Wicked Charm ♡ - by @unfortunatelysirius

I love you, but I’m scared - by @unfortunatelysirius

Say No More - by @ardentmuse

Mama ♡ - by @myboipotterimagines

The Answer - by @writingmanaged

Stay- by @obsessedwithrandomthings

if it wasn’t for you meddling kids - by @writesowhatnext

Is that an offer? - by @approved-by-dentists

My Man - by @obsessedwithrandomthings

Bravest person you knew ♡ - by @stupxfy

It’s Friday, I’m In Love - by @inkinflux

We Should Run Away Together - by @protect-remus

“I’m not very good at flirting, am I?” ♡ - by @hello-everyfandom

James Potter

April Fool’s - by @theweasleysredhair

What’s Happening To Me? ♡ - by @harrytpotter

Right Place, Wrong Time ♡ - by @harrytpotter

Never Just A Friend ♡ - by @theweasleysredhair

Certainty ♡ - by @prongsies

“I’ll say it every second of every day if need be, I love you.“ “James, you’re a right knob head sometimes. She loves you.” “No, please. Don’t say that. You love her, not me.” ♡** all by @hello-everyfandom

The Marauders

The marauders being friends with a reader suffering from depression would include...

A day on ice ♡ - by @pregnant-piggy

George Weasley

Right Here - by @lunalovecroft

Fred Weasley

“Looking like that could make me fall in love all over again,” - by @hello-everyfandom

Draco Malfoy

Unsafe - by @myboipotterimagines

Secrets ♡ - by @iliveiloveiwrite

home is wherever I’m with you - by @iliveiloveiwrite

breathe - by @wondernimbus

breaking point - by @wondernimbus

a bad day - by @wondernimbus

battleground - by @wondernimbus

Marvel

Steve Rodgers

The End of the War - by @redgillan

Not Afraid Anymore ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Cannonball ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Heads Will Roll - by @shotsbyshae

Stark’s Girl - by @avengersassemble-fics

One More Chance of A Lifetime - by @heyiamthatbitch

Fall into Love - by @mrslilyrogers

Bucky Barnes

Right there - by @bitsandbobsandstuff

chambers - by @trillian-anders

Die From A Broken Heart Pt. Two - by @allaboutthebooz

Untouchable Series ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines

Caught In The Fire Series ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines

Peter Parker

The Fight Of Our Lives - by @theonewiththefanfics

Wait For Me - by @waitimcomingtoo

Tony Stark

Sunshine ♡ ** - by @bigballofstress

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Cannonball ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Random Loves

Harry Styles

changes ♡ - by @sunflowervolvimp3

Chris Evans

It’s You - by @wintrcaptn

Cherry Chapstick Masterlist ♡ - by @speechlessxx

Happy together? ♡ - by @fluffymisha97

Kylo Ren

Untouchable - by @thefasstasticvoyage

Ransom Drysdale

In the Dark ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Spencer Reid

Twisted ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines

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with-love-anu · 4 years

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Writer Appreciation #2

Sirius Black

Okay, so first of all, every single writer I have mentioned here is great and I want to share their work and spread love. Second of all, please feel free to add or tag others you feel should be appreciated! And thirdly, I did, I really did try to add specific one-shots, but there are so many great works by them, I couldn’t mention just one ;)

@theweasleysredhair : A killer for angsty fics! Her fics are relatable and always a good read! Her fic “ The way you look at her “ made me go through a whirlwind of emotions angry, sad, happy the whole ordeal!

@breanime : Because I’m going straight to hell! Her sync verse fics for Sirius and James are ~saucy~ and ~steamy~ and ~smutty~, do I need to go on?

@rainandhotchocolate : So, this is someone I’ve been following for a long time. Her fics are fluffy and damn amazing! She’s working on a new series Blackout, be sure to check it out!

@bave-de-crapaud : As I’ve mentioned in the last post, this writer personalises Sirius as hot, charming and did I say hot? I honestly love her work and it’s important for me to say that her works are relatable and the reader’s choices always seem justified.

@wizardwritings : This writer does not post anymore, but her works are still there and let me say, they are addicting! I binged her entire work in a day and I wanted more!

@padfootagain : And here comes the writer I followed immediately after reading the first fic I saw on my dash! She is amazing and incredibly sweet person and her work made me fall for Sirius even more, if that was possible!

@fandomsfeelsandfanfics : This is one of the writers whose fics I just loved to binge. Each and everyone told an amazing story and well, you do get the feels they promised for! What more could you ask for?

@the-fandom-life11 : This writer has written fewer Sirius fics, but man! the feels, the emotions, just wow! Go ahead and read them LIKE RIGHT NOW, you’ll know what I mean.

@seriouslyblacklikemysoul : Sexy and smart; that’s the Sirius she writes for! Her works are so damn incredible,there’s almost a poetic quality in them. The way she writes, she’ll guide you through every emotion, hurt, anger, disappointment, love.

@unfortunatelysirius : This writers’ work is amazing and so nice to read through! Teenager angst and fluff! Do check it out you’ll not regret it.

@princesse-de-ravenclaw : This sweet writer writes for just as sweet Sirius! Her works are fluffy and cute as hell and would always leave you feeling satisfied.

@fortisfiliae : Her fic Somnium was the one that made me fall in love with her work! Do check this blog out because she writes for so many characters and I am sure you would end up binge reading her work!

@kabeswaters : Angst angst angst and you’ll love every minute of it. This writer is responsible for beautiful works and okay, just go, just go to her blog and read her work and then tell me how it is, because I have no words.

@hermioneshandbag : This writer might be is one of the best I know and like I mentioned in the last she’s amazing! Her Sirius fic are cute, fluffy (kind of running out of adjectives here). If you love Sirius Black and don’t follow her work, do it, you’ll never regret it!

@sirius : Now again, one of the writers who would be sure to give you the ~feels~, that you wouldn’t feel otherwise. The Sirius she writes for is so very sweet and a thinker; you’ll love him!

@siriuslyimmoony : Ahhhhh.... I’ve mentioned her before and do it again. She writes fics which are damn relatable and would definitely leave your want for Sirius content but yet not so much; because you need more!!

@goblackhatwithme : Oooooh the fire! It’s dirty and it’s goooood. Hot, hot stuff ahead and you have the writer to complain to to making you want things you couldn’t have

@siriusblackfoot : It was the series ‘Love you sober’ that made me fall in love with her fics. I remember scrolling down till the end to read their fics because they were so very good when I was @crazedartistwriterpoet. Angst and fluff is balanced so perfectly that every single read is just amazing!

@futurewriter2000 : This writer and a great friend of mine, as I’ve said before writes for just as witty and smart reader personalities. One thing that I love about her that she always puts reader’s self care needs above anything else (maybe not in the beginning but it’s always there). There’s drama, angst, fluff; what more do you need?

@scaredofvscogirls : I’ve not found this writer until recently and may I just say that her works are wonderful! Sirius she writes for is so sweet, you’ll want to break the damn screen and give him a hug!

And at last you have me! I’ve written some fics that I loved to share so, if you do get the time check out my blog, @with1love1anu. Hope you enjoyed!

#sirius #sirius black #sirius x reader #harry potter #fic rec #amazing writers

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https-dandelion · 3 years

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Rivals to frenemies to mutual pining to lovers!!

ooo yes i love this - it's definitely healthier than enemies to lover (i mean in the cases where they go straight from enemies -> lovers with no buildup)

fic recs yes:

battle of the bands by @unfortunatelysirius - sirius black x reader - muggle band au [this one is is actually friends -> rivals that still have feelings for each other -> lovers but i think it still fits !]

that's honestly the only rec i have for this trope :/ but i want to read more like this so if you have any recs please tell me !

#ask dandelion #dandelion's fic recs

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unfortunatelysirius · 4 years

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╰☆☆ ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 ☆☆╮ [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 14]

Previous Installments: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

╰❂╮ prompt ╰❂╮ ☾ ¡Original! ☾ With the perpetrator on their tail, and Sirius’s prejudices no longer something that can be ignored, relationships shatter and a safe way out is near unimaginable. ╰❂╮ author’s note ╰❂╮ Sorry this is so, so late. I hope the installment is to your satisfaction. AND IM SORRY IT’S SO SHORT BUT PLS, FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED AND I’LL BE MORE PROMPT ON UPDATES. Will be updating Chocolate Frogs and Love Notes soon. Tell me if you want added to any of my tag-lists! ╰❂╮ warnings ╰❂╮ Angst, Swearing, Violence ╰❂╮ word count ╰❂╮ 2043 ╰❂╮ tag-list ╰❂╮ @kapolisradomthoughts @rageofcaliban @saucyleftovers @bunnymother93 @siriuslyr5 @apareciumimagines @random-quartz @ruefulposts @seabasstiantrash @starlightspidey @pinkettepoet @peppermintspecks @jiongyongguk @bethanystan @raindancer2004 @where-are-my-gummy-bears @cutebutnotinorcent

IT WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT, and a disturbing sort of cold Y/N thought she might never experience in her lifetime, shivers up and down her spine within the dark, suffocating corridor. The stars were like silver dewdrops splattered across the navy sky, visible through each old window’s silhouette littered around the castle; with every passing step, Y/N caught another glimpse of Nature’s finest canvas. She was curled into Sirius’s side, squished between his subtly muscled body and James’s near-identical shape, both Remus and Peter trailing the three of them by seconds. It was reminiscent of times that seemed so far away.

Y/N thought it was all too good to be true. Everything, from her and Sirius falling back into same-old, same-old routine like they’d never left the honeymoon phase to James looking quite sullen compared to his usual upbeat, enthusiastic self. She wondered if it was all a twist on reality to make her think things were fine when really, Sirius wasn’t anywhere near, James still hated her, and the Marauders were leading her somewhere to hex and discard their latest “conquest.” It made all the more sense the longer she thought about it, but thoughts of the way Sirius felt—flesh, bone, whole—made her realize she was daft, and just a little bit mad.

He was so obviously here, a living, breathing wonder, and she was trying to make it a mirage. She wanted it that way.

Or maybe she’d just went long enough with things going wrong that miracles seemed far too good to be true.

“I have to meet with Regulus,” murmured Y/N into the quiet air, after the silence became a tad bit too smothering. She was also alert of her own negligence, from her delirious daze to her angry soul’s demands for an apology, as Sirius’s arm looped around her became a bone-crushing reality. Not so much a reality she craved anymore, but one that needed multiple bandages slapped across it; the Muggle way of rekindling old flames and licked wounds. Y/N was beginning to grow agitated and nervous, as this reality crushed down on her. As her newly-put-together world fell apart in the wake of unanswered questions. “He—wants to help. He thinks I was Obliviated.”

Sirius glanced down at her, looking unsure, his own face not betraying the inner turmoil running their world ragged. The two of them didn’t know how to approach their current problem, the one that kept them from falling together as happy memories asked them to; Y/N was afraid of what lay in wait, Sirius’s admittance that he thought so lowly of her that for even a millisecond he thought she might have been a slag, and Sirius dreaded the moment he had to let his betrayal out into the open. Neither of them were willing to ruin their reconciliation by simple, trivial ire, the kind that winded up someone alone and heartbroken, the kind that could get anyone and everyone hurt.

Even the most painful of thoughts were best kept internalized, if it meant staying locked tight in a dream.

Even now, the two of them were so different. Differences Y/N once overlooked in favor of what made them compatible.

“Regulus doesn’t care about anyone except for himself,” Sirius snapped at Y/N, the three Marauders looking nervous in anticipation for the argument to come. “He’s a Slytherin. The bloody git is tricking you.”

“How the fuck would you know?” Y/N was never one for confrontation. This was all new territory. She was tired, and depressed, and dying of questions; she loved Sirius, she did, but he was still the prejudiced, arrogant prat he was before they started dating. He’d always hate Slytherins because he grew up in a world full of snakes that rejected him for being who he was, and maybe that was a drawn line for why they weren’t meant to last. He was the charismatic, hateful railroad tycoon, and she was his subdued wife that tiptoed around his temper. Stupid, foolish—she was letting herself use another goddamned Muggle analogy—Americanized, no less. Maybe Y/N was running low on a lucid mind as much as she was excuses.

He knows nothing about Regulus, she thought anyway, looking into those silver grey eyes she’d always loved. Sirius didn’t. He refused to talk to his brother; maybe Regulus was growing into himself and losing that part of him that preened and prawned from pleasing his parents. If he was scared, if he was determined to find the truth because he wanted to sabotage dark plans, he never once betrayed it. But deep down, there was nothing else rational to explain his motivations, and Y/N knew he was a scared little boy afraid the monsters would someday catch up to him—

And they’d eat him alive like all wolves just so happen to do.

“Regulus is your brother,” continued Y/N. “He doesn’t want to be part of whatever it is your parents do. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You didn’t grow up with him. You didn’t see him do nothing when his brother was lying on the ground, with their father standing above him,” seethed Sirius. “Don’t act like you know him; you sure as hell don’t.”

Y/N felt like crying, as she wrenched herself away from Sirius’s warm, comforting embrace. “Don’t act like you know me,” she spat. Sirius’s jaw fell downwards, a flicker of hurt flitting across his face. “Go mope in your dorm. I’m getting down to the bottom of this, with or without you.”

Sirius was silent. Y/N continued to watch him, imploring him to say something, wishing he wouldn’t just let her leave. If she left, she could get hurt, and Sirius wouldn’t be her knight in shining armor. They went so long in turmoil that Y/N wanted there to be some sort of compromise; if they could argue and fight for so long, the two a mess with their friends on the fence on how to fix them, then they sure as hell could be soft and melted together, too. Maybe they were different, maybe Sirius couldn’t let his old ways go, but truth be told—Y/N always wanted to show him a new perspective.

She’d tried doing that before things went wrong.

“Really, Sirius?” she said now, staring brokenly at him. “We could finally figure this out, and you’re backing down? Really?”

“Whoever’s done this is dangerous,” Sirius told her. His voice had lost all its shake, all its fury, rendered a new sort of mellow Y/N had hardly ever seen from him. He looked like he itched to hold her and reassure he was just an asshat, but his asshat ways betrayed none of his true love for her, or his need to protect her. None, nada, zilch: right? He was a teenage boy, a prat, but he didn’t mean anything out of his pathetically unfiltered mouth. “I want you safe, Y/N. We should leave this to the professors.”

Those words were foreign out of his mouth. Y/N took a heavy breath and she said, “Sirius, do you even hear yourself? Merlin, what’s happened to you?”

“What’s happened to me? Me?” Sirius’s laugh was humorless. “You’re bloody mad.”

“Sirius, Y/N, this isn’t the best time,” said Remus, looking between the two with apprehension.

“This is the best time, Remus,” Y/N said, refusing to look at any of them. She knew Peter was fidgeting; she knew James was gap-mouthed like a pufferfish; she knew Remus was trying to hide his trepidation. She knew Sirius was silently seething. All of them, they weren’t clearly thinking. They didn’t have their nerves together. Y/N was terrified that solving the bottom of the mystery would never come if they fell apart before they came together. But Y/N could no longer go on if her experience with the love of her life was only going to be heartache and pain, two things she had felt since coming to this God-awful school.

You’re not any better than him, thought Y/N, her brain suddenly going to Ashton. He was dead, and she’d never get to see him again; she’d never get to tell him she was sorry, that she never meant to use him, that he was someone she came to love in her desperation to feel. He taught her about love. He taught her that it was okay to be without for a little while because wholes always regain their lost pieces. Maybe he threw her into an abyss after he broke her heart that left her sad and lost of all hope, but now, with her head on her shoulders again, she could safely say he taught her a lot—yet she gained nothing.

Y/N was happy with Sirius, but he did not teach her anything. He was a fun partner in crime, but when it truly came down to life lessons, he wasn’t a teacher; he was along for the ride, a mere passenger in a bus packed to the brim with faces from the crowd.

Standing in the hallway, letting these thoughts wash over her, Y/N could not do this anymore. She needed to find Regulus and reach the climax of this game. Someone was toying with her and her feelings, and if she didn’t put a stop to it, if she didn’t find a way to draw the villain out and stifle the madness, there was no way for her to get peace—and she’d stay stuck in an endless cycle of being a living ghost.

“I can’t anymore, Sirius,” whispered Y/N. “I can’t.”

She turned around and ran.

The Marauders watched after her, one looking horrified, two looking shocked, and the one this mattered to most—he looked heartbroken.

And none of them even bothered to go after her, as the guilt sunk in and they realized—

Was the love-potion maker truly the villain? Or was it them?

Y/N had stopped running after reaching the fourth corridor. She eventually stopped walking altogether. Her pace slowed until it was nonexistent, her harsh, shaking breaths fell into soundless sniffs, her erratic thoughts slowly but surely came to a close. All she could think about now was Regulus, who was waiting at the library for her presence. And that half-blurry, half-familiar memory of a white-haired girl in the very same forest Y/N was in herself

Y/N knew it mattered. She knew she’d been Obliviated, and she was foolish not to go to Headmaster Dumbledore for help in retrieving her memories… but she was a foolish girl, and foolish girls wanted to figure out mysteries by themselves.

“I’m a bloody fool,” mumbled Y/N to herself, clutching her head like that would heal all trace of confusion, as well as her sadness. It wouldn’t, but it felt like it did—so Y/N continued to grope at her temples and scalp. The corridor echoed with spooky creaks and even spookier whistles. Y/N felt regret seep into her bones, as she realized she was still a bit of ways away from the library—and she was totally, utterly, completely alone.

Y/N heard someone laugh.

“You are a bloody fool,” they said.

Out from the end of the corridor emerged a girl, whose entire face and hair were obscured by shadows—but the pretty little patch on her robes had a snake on them. Y/N knew it was a Slytherin. But all she saw was the patch, as her body and face were near invisible—and even then, the patch’s emblazoning was blurry to her. She felt her head grow light, her eyes squinting to see within the darkness. She was so caught in looking at the patch to even pay any regard to the words the stranger spoke or the wand as it lifted, pointing right at Y/N’s chest.

“Who are—”

The girl flicked her wrist. “Stupefy,” she said.

Suddenly Y/N was knocked off her feet by a powerful spell, the backlash sending her head cracking against the corridor wall, rendering her immobile and near-unconscious.

She felt her body crumble, but only half of the way—a steady stream of numbness shooting through her like lightning.

The stranger walked up, a laugh emptying from her mouth.

“Got you!” the girl sang happily.

That was when things went black.

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wlntrsldler · 4 years

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do you know any good sirius x reader fics out there?

hi anon! i’m so late to this but i’ve been reading and searching for sirius fics since you sent this in.

you can find all my sirius fic recs under my #sirius fic rec tag but i’ll link them all here and give a little overview of why i loved each one! (smut marked with **)

reuniting** by @kaetastic: this dives right into the smut and it’s so IMMACULATE. i mean wow. it’s so hot and the remus cameo at the end? HOT.

padfoot, the big black dog by @unfortunatelysirius: THIS WAS UTTER CUTENESS!!!! i’ve never read a fic like this. i literally got butterflies reading it.

tease** by @sirius: PLEAAASSEEEEEE. this was so so hot. i couldn’t handle it. i just. read it. now. you’ll feel things after reading it but i swear it’s so good.

enraptured** by @sirius: it was a mix of wow i want a love like this and also wow i wanna get railed like this. perfect balance. and perfect writing as always.

animal instinct by @ra-veela-claw: this is so sweet!!!! made me realize why i would love to be an animagus if given the chance.

the not-so-perfect sister by @wreckofawriter: angsty. angsty. angsty. i definitely shed a few tears and also kinda hated james???? but sirius makes it all better. will make you sob uncontrollably, in the best way possible.

how to fall in love: for dummies by @wizardwritings: probably in my top three favorite sirius fics. i just love imagining sirius in a romcom type situation. comedic, sweet, and also a little heated at times. perfect mix of all. 10/10 recommend!

@theboywhocriedlupin‘s entire masterlist. sirius and other character fics included.

i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think.

#sirius fic rec #im obsessed #they're all amazing writers #i re-read these on the daily

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zeldapanda · 3 years

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Tagged by @reshirement - Thanks for the tag!!

Last song- Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Last movie- The Half Blood Prince (Harry Potter)

Currently watching- Criminal Minds🥰

Currently reading- The Silmarillion

Currently craving- some sleep😂😂

I don't have 9 people to tag but I do have these great people: @icrackunderanysocialpressure @evil-grows-in-us @latenighttrash3 @unfortunatelysirius

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spn-destiel-sabriel-fanfics · 7 years

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rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people….most importantly, have fun!

Tagged by my bestie @nnicolezelda <3 love you bae ;)

a / age: 19

b / biggest fear: being deemed as a waste of space or worthless (sorry?)

c / current time: 11:32pm

d / drink you had last: Horchata cuz I’m a basic mexican lol

e / everyday starts with: wallowing in my self-loathing lol kidding probably just laying in bed

f / favourite song: Of all time- Fujiyama Mama by Wanda Jackson; Currently- Dark Nights by Dorothy

g/ ghosts are real? It’s possible?

h / hometown: San Marcos

i / in love with: Jensen Ackles/Dean, Jared Padalecki/Sam, and Misha Collins/Castiel

j / jealous of: people in general

k / killed someone: ... not that you can prove ;) shhh

l / last time you cried: uhh I honestly dont remember because I hate myself and push away my feelings #masterofdealingwithmyproblems

m / middle name: I don’t have one lol

n / number of siblings: 0

o / one wish: to be able to help others selflessly

p / person you last called/texted: my best friend, Nicole (wow, haven’t called her by her name in years... usually just a nickname lol) still texting her rn

q / questions you’re always asked: stuff about my future career, medical questions, and when i’m gonna get a job

r / reasons to smile: dogs, loved ones, music, and Supernatural (smile and cry too lol)

s / song last sang: Bang Bang Bang by Dorothy

t / time you woke up: maybe 9:30ish

u / underwear colour: black

v / vacation destination: Greece and France in general

w / worst habit: biting my nails or procrastinating

x / xrays you have had: as far as I know, just my teeth

y / your favourite food: french fries or grapes lol

z / zodiac sign: Aquarius

You don’t have to but if you wanted to,tag me so I see your answers :3

@grungedaddykinks @katymacsupernatural @middle--fingering @lucifer-in-leather @music1-0-1 @unfortunatelysirius @wheresthekillswitch @professrmoony @sis-tafics @winchesterstilinski-pack

#tagged by my bestie #first time doing this #actually enjoyed this #you don't have to do it

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unfortunatelysirius · 5 years

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WHEN YOUR HEART STOPS BEATING // DARYL DIXON X READER

「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」

After walkers infiltrate the prison, you are boxed in and lost. It’s up to Daryl Dixon to find you.

「 ❁ 」WARNINGS 「 ❁ 」

Fluff, violence, gore, angst, panic attack, and swearing

「 ❁ 」WORD COUNT 「 ❁ 」

3560

YOUR NEW HOME WAS MORE THAN it seemed.

For one, it didn’t just house the decaying, shambling corpses of former guards and the hostiles they were payed to watch; there was a group of flesh-and-blood prisoners, wearing their jumpsuits from the end of the world, who popped up, seemingly from nowhere, after Rick was forced to amputate the leg off your group’s eldest member. And for two, walkers materialized at every turn, whether you were alone or not. There were many things about the compound that screamed unease to you.

Why were there civilian corpses? And why was it the prison stayed quiet, yet grew to a crescendo of snarling anytime the tunnels became occupied?

You could admit it—you were never tasked to be the critical thinker, the one who took surface level and dug inside to find the under-level layers. But you were the strategic one; if the group needed a quick thinker, someone who could make plans swiftly and efficiently, they turned to you. Escape artistry was one of your talents at the end of the world, trickling over from your former life as a patient at a psychiatric hospital. You liked to run and hide.

That didn’t change with the abrupt appearance of an apocalypse.

Even now, behind closed doors—safely enclosed in walls—you couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t last. When the prisoners had shuffled into Cell Block C, you’d looked them up and down. Big Tiny, Oscar, and Axel seemed okay, probably jailed for misdemeanors and drugs, but Tomas… and Andrew… Andrew could be helped—he was obviously more a follower than someone to take initiative—but Tomas? The controlling gleam in that man’s eyes reminded you of someone knew from before the outbreak—someone you could never stop running from, even in your dreams.

“I don’t think he should be let around anybody,” you’d told Rick, after you’d gotten far enough way that the prisoners wouldn’t overhear. The uneasy clenching in your gut wouldn’t subside, no matter the internal whispers of Rick and Daryl will keep us safe and We’re okay and Everything’s going to be alright. “I think he was in here for murder.”

Rick patted your shoulder, gave you that paternal look he saved for when he was a moment away from patronizing someone, and said, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

You knew what that really meant. But Rick made the rules. Even if you wanted to, arguing would get you nowhere.

A part of you thought it was funny, how scared you were. How cowardly. It’s the former patient in you. The paranoia. You’re scared everywhere you go. It was nothing short of the truth, though you’d like to pretend you were better now. Once upon a time, everything was a monster. Everything was out to get you. And now, at the end of the world, your worst nightmare became a reality: a town of demons, with nowhere to go, and no hero to save the day. No safety belts. All dust, no oasis.

You supposed it was relieving, in a way. You weren’t being paranoid now; you were taking precautions, being precautious, to keep not just yourself safe but an entire group of people. There was a pregnant woman in the group—a preteen, a teenager. An aging man still recovering from the bite. Very few in the group actually held necessary skillsets to protect the rest.

Though you could handle a gun, your only real asset was your speed. And even then, a person could only run so far before the monsters were there to catch their fall.

When Big Tiny was scratched, you watched your demons come to life. Between bickers of I’m sorry and It’s the end of the road for ya, buddy, Tomas had stormed past and sunk the killer end of his hammer into Big Tiny’s head. He threw and threw, sickening crunches heard throughout the sick, homicidal procedure, until Big Tiny’s face was nothing but mush and brain bits. Tomas turned, and your eyes met. With a face covered in blood, his hazel-brown eyes gleamed with madness.

Daryl had pulled at your arm, then, tugging until you were behind him. “Stay behind me. Don’t go near him,” he’d muttered to you. To Rick, he said, “You see the look on his face?”

Rick didn’t even look at Daryl. He instead was looking right at you. “I think you were right, Y/N,” he said, just as quiet; “He’s dangerous.”

You wished you were wrong. You wished for these worries to be nothing but irrational, proven as subsets of your paranoia; instead, you had to watch Tomas attempt Rick’s murder, thrice occasions. First, he disregarded a direct order—instead of opening one door, he opened two. Second, he stabbed at an imaginary opponent, missing Rick by very little. Third, he took a walker, and tossed it to Rick’s body. A second longer, and no Daryl Dixon to come to his aid, and he would have been dead.

Silence followed.

Shit happens. Shit happens. Shit happens.

He was comin’ at me, bro!

Bang, bang. A slash from Rick’s machete, and Tomas was dead.

You remembered a past conversation, as you watched Tomas’s eyes go dull with lifelessness. One from before. “You’re gonna have to get used to the scary, Y/N. Or the scary’s gonna eat you alive.” You’d shaken your head, in denial. You didn’t want to get used to the scary. “You’ll be saying that, sweetheart. You’ll be saying that when you drown.”

Everything went in slow motion, after that. Andrew was horrified—rightfully so; after all, he’d just witnessed his leader’s death—and had attacked your leader with a bat. Rick reacted fast, kicking at him, while Daryl raised his crossbow. Andrew ran out of the room, and Rick followed; Oscar and Axel were down on their knees, already surrendering.

Daryl had his crossbow leveled between them. T-Dog had his gun raised. You were merely standing there, still trying to process what just happened.

Maybe if you blinked, the scenery would change. The prisoners wouldn’t exist, and you wouldn’t see a dead body (of someone who had looked at you, spoken to you) slumped against the ground. Daryl and T-Dog wouldn’t be pointing weapons at strangers. If this were a perfect world, there’d be no corpses, no violence; just warmth, and safety. Surrounded by family.

Rick came back. Then it was three against two, and the groups were unevenly matched; no weapons, just surrendered defenses, for the prisoners, while your three—the men of your group, sans Glenn—were well-armed, looking down the barrels.

They seemed like good guys. You knew people like them, from before. People who were honest creatures—who had done stupid things, sometimes unforgivable things, but redeemed themselves day-by-day, piece-by-piece. You watched the demeanors of the prisoners, one standing tall while the other was fidgety with nerves, and concluded: they’re good people.

“Rick,” you said quietly. You felt your stomach drop when Rick broke his stare-down, his attention turning towards you. He looks so scary when he’s mad, like a ticking time bomb. “I don’t… I don’t think they’re like Tomas.”

Rick exchanged a glance with Daryl, then T-Dog. They were all giving you the same look—one of doubt, and sympathy. They remembered the stories you told of your life before. They knew why you were nervous and soft-spoken. And a subconscious part of them wondered if it was really wise to trust a former psychiatric patient.

“We’re just taking precautions,” Rick told you.

“But—what if they’re good guys?” You looked at him pleadingly. You didn’t want to play a part in an innocent man’s condemnation. And not one, but two trials were at play. “They could help us clear the prison.”

“Y/N, please.” Rick shook his head, looking tired. You wondered how he could look so unaffected, when moments ago he was hammering the life out of a man made of blood and bone. Was it the cop in him? Or did part of his humanity leave when he murdered his best friend? “Think of Lori. Carl. They could get hurt if we put trust in the wrong people.”

They could get hurt if we put trust in the wrong people. Where had you heard those words before? You were sure they sounded familiar. “I know, but…” You bit your lip. “You’re not going to kill them, are you?”

Rick was serious when he said, “Not unless they try something.”

You were relieved. Not unless they try something. You could trust his word. He wouldn’t go back on it. He wouldn’t hurt an innocent man. He only killed the monsters—like Tomas. Like Shane.

Not unless they try something.

Right?

You supposed it was only time before your utopia would break into calamity. You only wished it hadn’t been at the sake of walkers.

Tranquility was hard to find, especially in times like this. You’d thought the prison would be a haven in a world without civilization—looked to it as a beacon, after the initial suspicion wore off—but now—as you watched Rick scream for his wife and child, as those outside in the field broke into sprints for the courtyard, as Daryl yelled for you… You couldn’t move. You were paralyzed to your spot.

If you could trade places, you’d rather be back in time, watching Rick’s machete slice through Tomas’s cranium on an endless time-loop. At least then, you’d been safe. A bystander. Not being crowded in on by mindless, flesh-eating beasts; not watching as the people in the courtyard scattered, little Carl shooting at corpses as they snarled and reached out hungrily. Beth and Hershel closed themselves in at a gate. Maggie was leading Carl and Lori through a door. T-Dog was bitten.

Just as a walker’s hand gripped your shirt, your fight-or-flee instinct kicked in. Flinging yourself away from the danger, you did what you did best.

You ran.

You ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. You took the door you’d seen T-Dog and Carol go through, feeling a sob scratch at your throat when you heard the snarls, the growls, felt the intensity of hunger in the air. You slammed the door behind you—only to realize the entire corridor was full of echoing screams.

The scary’s gonna get ya.

You only had a knife. No gun, no armor, no inhaler, no nothing. Just a knife—and a broken, senseless mind.

A bitter resentment welled inside you, like a fledging parasite, as you pat and circled hands all around your body. Shame on you, Y/N, the voice in your head taunted; Now you’re going to die! Death did not scare you, not really—what really scared you was dying alone. Dying painfully, slowly. Being taken by your monsters rather than on your own grounds. Ever since you saw Dale with his stomach torn open, you had sleeping patterns plagued by you being teared at and eaten alive.

Were your nightmares about to come alive?

Walkers banged and shrieked against the door, obviously angered by their separation from their next meal. You whispered to yourself, “They can’t get you. You’re not going to die…”

Taking out the knife from your sheath, you began to run again, paying no attention to the muffled gunshots and yelling from behind the door—

The prison corridors were like a labyrinth. Every which way you went, it came up feeling like a dead end. There were corpses littering the floors, and blood splatters on the walls, beneath your shoes; you slowed your running to a hasty jog after slamming into a wall from slipping. Your mind was haywire with anxieties, going rampant with visuals of your friends being torn apart and left to die slow. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t pay any attention, stumbling like a walker would; what if your worries were true?

T-Dog was bitten. What if he was already dead, before you had any real chance to say goodbye?

As you got to the end of the next corridor, you heard something. It sounded like… chewing. Walker snarls mixed in with chewing.

You slowly peered out from the corner, and what you saw made your heart leap into your throat…

The walkers were leaning over something, pulling out innards and wolfing down blood and intestinal matter.

“Oh, my God,” you said, horrified. The only two people to have went down this hallway were… “T-..T...”

One walker slowly turned in your direction. Flesh was hanging down from its teeth. As it caught your eye, it snarled.

You couldn’t go back. Walkers were at the door, just waiting to devour you alive. Holding your knife tight, aim unsteady and shaky… you slowly began your approach. One walker stayed over T-Dog’s body, continuing to eat what lay in front of it, while this one—it saw its opportunity for live, fresh meat, and was going to take it.

Ignoring the ball of nerves suffocating you from the inside out, you raised your knife—and got knocked into the wall just as you hit your target.

Your knife was sticking out of its head. You could have taken the few seconds needed to extract it—you had some time before the walker’s comrade would notice your existence—but... but you couldn’t breathe.

You held a hand to your throat. You felt the vein beneath your finger, but it did nothing to calm you. Your stomach was coiled, limbs stiff. As you stumbled forward, terror-filled eyes intent on the door beside T’s half-eaten corpse, you felt something snap. Your body became flightless, bounded, and you fell to a knee.

That’s when the feelings intensified. That’s when you could no longer swallow, or breathe, and all that was real was the choking sensation in your throat.

Not here, not now. You were trembling, so intensely afraid that all you could think were those four words; not here, not now. Over and over again. Not here, not now. Not here, not now. A monster was mere feet away from you, and you were here, frozen in place, back turned to an opening that could easily house more monsters. The monster in front of you was occupied, but that didn’t change the scary reality that you were slowly drowning. That after it finished eating, it’d move onto you.

The scary’s gonna get ya someday. And that day’s today, sweetheart.

Even while kneeled, you were dizzy. There was an aching in you that would not go away, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Your chest hurt, your stomach hurt, your legs hurt, all to a point your nerves were shutting down and a tingling pressure was spreading across your skin. Numb. You were going numb. You remembered your nightmares, in that point, as you fought to breathe.

Running so fast, your legs caught, and you tripped. Screaming so loud your larynx was ripped and shredded. Fumbling for an imaginary weapon as the monsters caught up to you and took turns picking away skin. Pleading for an invisible god to save you from your fate, his laugh echoing all around you.

There were footsteps. From in front of you, the walker had gotten bored of the dead, tainted meat, and was standing. It stared at you with glistening, faded eyes, watching you intently. Was it mad that you had killed its brother? No, no, that couldn’t be right; walkers had no sense of loyalty. They didn’t care, not in the way that humans did. It growled when you made eye contact, and it stumbled into the wall on its path to you.

You clenched your eyes shut, shaking. So choked and scared you couldn’t even find it in you to cry.

This was it. You were going to die.

Alone. Slowly. Painfully. Just like you feared. Just like they had all warned you, years and years ago.

Right as the walker got so close you could taste its rancid odor, you heard a shot. A gunshot. The garbling stopped, as did the loud, over-theatrical footsteps; but there were secondary sounds, ones your cotton-stuffed ears couldn’t comprehend. Voices. Purposeful footsteps. All accompanying the shrill buzzer as it rang, with no intention of faltering.

Through the fog of your panic, you could not piece whichever direction the voices came, whether they were familiar, or if you were truly saved from danger. The anxiety that swelled in your chest made sure of your uselessness, and you could do nothing except sit there, shaking, like lamb being led to the slaughter.

Your eyes fluttered opened. The choking sensation was still there, and the full extent of your senses still hadn’t returned, but you had enough energy to see. The world around you was blurry, almost completely black. Your eyes locked on the hungry walker that was rushing towards you moments before, and now, it was dead. Its gaze was dead. Its arms were immobile. And it couldn’t hurt you.

It can’t hurt you. It can’t hurt you. You’re okay, Y/N.

You’re safe.

Your bottom lip quivered, mouth opening soundlessly. Words were lost. Who was behind you? A presence was to the right of you. Your nerves were severed—all feeling lost in a whole other realm of consciousness—to the point where you didn’t realize someone was touching you. Someone was talking to you.

Trying to make you feel safe.

You glanced down at your crumbled form. There was a hand on your leg, too large and coiled with muscle to be a woman’s. You wondered if it was Daryl. You wanted it to be Daryl. You wished he would just take you into his arms, broken mind and all.

“Y/N.” That’s what he was saying. You were watching his lips, your vision the only sense that could still function, albeit in a dysfunctional way. “Watch my lips. Watch me.” He was trying to calm you down. Those were his special words. “Count.” He always needed to remind you. Whenever you talked about your previous doctors and all the coping mechanisms you had shoved down your throat, he actually listened. He always chose the ones that worked best for you. Counting and breathing.

You counted. You ignored your surroundings—ignored Daryl—and counted.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Daryl was still there when you finished. He watched with concerned eyes as you took long, uneven breaths, eyelids fluttering open then closed. Over and over again.

“You alright?” he said hesitantly. It wasn’t a question. He knew you weren’t alright.

He just wanted you to speak. Instead of sitting there, like a broken doll, your pieces spilled out across the linoleum aisle. It was an affirmation that you would be alright.

I’m not insane.

“I will be,” you told him.

As your senses rushed to you, you realized that the two of you weren’t alone. Daryl seemed to have the same realization. He looked to his two companions—Rick and Oscar—and jerked his head. As though he were saying, We’ll be alright. Go on ahead. Rick nodded, his eyes reading paternal concern as he glanced at you, before the two of them went rushing through the door. The door Carol left.

“Daryl…” A sob clumped in your throat. You forcibly swallowed it down. “I... I…” You couldn’t get the words out.

Daryl seemed to know what you were trying to say. His gaze hardened, and he pulled you into his arms. His greasy head nuzzled against you, and his arms roped around you like a lasso, caging you in completely. He muttered against the skin of your neck, “It’s gonna be a’ight, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss there. It was something he took up doing to you all throughout winter, when your panic attacks came swiftly and violently, never in serene circumstances.

“They killed him, Daryl,” you cried. “I don’t—”

“You don’t have to,” he said, cutting you off.

“But I do.” You slowly put your arms around Daryl, fully returning the embrace. “Or I… I’ll get killed.”

“I’ll protect ya.” Daryl’s voice was firm, and held no room for argument. “You won’t get hurt under my watch, darlin’. I promise.”

I promise.

You squeezed your eyes shut, arms growing tighter around Daryl’s neck. “You don’t know that, Daryl,” you told him hoarsely. “You… you can’t be there all the time.”

The scary doesn’t wait, you told yourself, when the voice in your head protested against the pessimism. It’ll catch up with me.

Daryl pulled back. When you didn’t meet his gaze, he took your chin, tipping it upward. You stared into his cerulean eyes, held captive by the ferocity you saw inside. “I will,” he snapped. When he saw the doubt in your eyes, his gaze only sharpened; “You’ll be safe. I don’t care what it takes, Y/N. I’ll keep ya safe.”

He sounded so sure. Who were you but to believe him?

Against the shrill sound of the prison alarm, you laid your head on Daryl’s chest.

But against the other voices, as they cried for you to be realistic, you sagged in relief.

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╰☆☆ I Think I Like You ☆☆╮ // Steve Harrington

╰❂╮ prompt ╰❂╮ Five times Steve Harrington was a terrible flirt, and one time he wasn’t. ╰❂╮ author’s note ╰❂╮ THIS IS ACTUAL TRASH, I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE ╰❂╮ word count ╰❂╮ 3479

Steve Harrington hated his job. And he didn’t hate it for his coworkers. He didn’t hate it for its usual aroma of butter-pecan and cookie-dough ice cream, their most popular flavors. He didn’t hate it for his salary. He didn’t even hate it for his boss!

He hated it because of its stupid, ugly, so-not-cool uniform.

“Screw protocol,” he said to Robin one day, after a girl had teased him for his hat. He took it off for emphasis, looking at it like he wished it would combust under his not-so-heat-powered vision. “I’m about to fling this stupid thing into space.”

Robin rolled her eyes at him before it suddenly hit—why he was frustrated. She smirked. “Aw, did another girl reject you, Harrington?”

Steve scowled. “No, I—ugh, yes!” Under Robin’s unimpressed glare, he broke. “It was Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N L/N?” Robin looked surprised for only a moment, before she barked out a laugh. She’d heard stories about the girl, almost to the point she knew her as a sister, rather than just a face in the crowd. Steve, quite frankly, never shut up about her. It drove Robin absolutely, out-of-her-hair crazy. “That girl you like?”

“Yes, Robin, God,” said Steve. He looked away, as a futile attempt to hide his blush. Unfortunately for him, the embarrassment was evident in his voice, and Robin cooed at him. “Shut up!”

“Your flirting game needs upped, Harrington,” Robin told him. She pretended to think for a moment, before the idea hit her, and she raised up a finger. “Or maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t flirt at all. There’s this thing called ‘respecting boundaries.’ And, I mean, what if she doesn’t even like you back, Steve?”

Steve’s mouth was agape, at her audacity to both question and insult him, before the gravity of her words weighed on him. The thought that Y/N didn’t return his affections wounded him deeply. Robin’s own shoulders weighed down with guilt, because the sure hurt of this realization showed on Steve’s puppy-dog face.

“Okay, alright, Harrington, cut the face,” said Robin, cursing herself for being so susceptible to puppy eyes. “Let’s get your girl.”

This could go so terribly wrong, but what the hell, right?

Terrible Flirting 101 [1/5]: Scoops Ahoy! Standard Pick-Up Lines

Steve had put Robin on clean-up duty, and was sitting by the register, scoping the parlor for his favorite customer. Y/N was a regular at Scoops Ahoy, having been there every day since it first opened at Starcourt Mall, and it was common for her to come down most afternoons, after her shift up at the Family Video store ended. Y/N’s order was as simple as it was predictable—a scoop of (Favorite Ice Cream Flavor) on a waffle cone. She always paid with a smile, and her reaction to Steve Harrington’s shameless, unending flirtations was a smile accompanied by a giggle.

Today, with Steve and Robin’s plan—Operation: Get the Girl—underway, it was a no-brainer for Y/N L/N to switch up her response to Steve’s affections—for scientific research, of course.

Steve was leaned against the counter. Sexy pose: check, Scoops Ahoy hat gone: check, Farah-Fawcett-infused hair styled perfect: check, and silly uniform ironed and clean: check. As the clock ticked and closing time neared, Steve’s eyes flickered towards Robin, who was wiping down a table.

“No luck?” she called across the parlor.

Only after she spoke did Steve see her; Y/N L/N walked into the ice cream parlor, dressed in a cute little daisies blouse and a knee-length skirt. Her Y/H/C hair was pulled into a ponytail, swept to the side. She waltzed up to Steve uncertainly, like she hadn’t expected him to be there—and Steve felt his heart pound in his chest. What if the uncertainty was due to disappointment?

“Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, madame—might I take you along for the journey?” Steve’s words came to a bleak, abrupt end, as he realized—he’d skipped over many, many parts. He’d rehearsed this a thousand times, yet came up short at the end, like he’d done every time before. If he weren’t in front of the girl of his dreams, he might have smacked himself silly. “Uh… what can I get for you?”

Y/N L/N smiled and laughed, as she so often did with Steve’s idiotic antics. The only change had been yesterday, when she’d teased him for his hat. Again, though, she was full of surprises. Her smile stayed sealed on her mouth as she said, “Where’s your hat?”

“Uh, what?” Steve blinked at her.

Y/N wordlessly pointed at her head, then back at his.

“Oh, my hat.” He smiled, nervous. He was so, so nervous. And when Steve was nervous, he liked to embarrass himself. He leaned on the counter, and his smile became a smirk. “I, uh… who needs work protocol?”

Y/N eyed his hair before turning her gaze back to his face. “You should wear the hat,” she said, a lilt to her mouth that told him she was teasing. “It suits you.”

After she ordered her signature one-scoop of (Your Favorite Ice Cream Flavor) in a waffle cone and left the parlor, Steve took his break. While he sat in the empty parlor with only his coworker as company and a bowl of cookie-dough ice cream in front of him, Robin took pity. She slid down across from him, and stared until he looked up from his ice cream.

“My hair,” he moaned. “She doesn’t like my hair.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “I sincerely doubt she hates your hair,” she said, before remarking—albeit sarcastically—“Who could hate Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington?”

Steve let out a loud groan in reply.

Terrible Flirting 101 [2/5]: Compliment Her Hair

Y/N L/N came again the next day, this time a tad-bit earlier—arriving at 1 in the afternoon. Steve had just taken his lunchbreak, and he was cursing his luck when she walked in, a sucker in her mouth and hair hanging long. Robin was at the register, bored out of her friggin’ mind. She turned stiff as a board when Y/N walked in, eyes going straight to Steve, who was at a booth in the back.

“Mayday, mayday,” she mouthed to Steve, who nodded. Mayday in-freaking-deed! How was he meant to put the moves on Y/N L/N, if he never even had the chance to speak to her?

Y/N walked up to the counter, eyes glancing from the glass that housed the different ice cream flavors to Robin’s pale, smiley face. She said something to Robin that Steve could not hear, but whatever it was couldn’t have been her usual order. Robin’s face went from nervous to super-freakin’-surprised. She got a waffle cone and supplied it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, as well as some sprinkles—much to Steve’s total and complete amazement. He watched with a gaping mouth as she paid for the cone, then set off to venture into Starcourt’s center. Steve could have sworn she looked at him.

Before she could make it out of the parlor completely, he screamed out, “Y/N!”

Y/N L/N looked at him. Hell, the entire fucking parlor looked at him. They were all silent and perplexed, waiting to see what he’d say or do.

“Keep doing what you’re doing with your hair,” said Steve. He gestured up at his own head of hair, where he’d decidedly put back his hat, per Y/N’s request. “It’s… pretty long.”

Y/N flashed him a sarcastic smile, before she picked up the pace and left.

Robin smacked him in the head and called him a doofus when he came back in from his break.

Terrible Flirting 101 [3/5]: Be Stupid Cool. You’re Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington!

“Be stupid cool. You’re Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington,” said Steve, into the mirror in the breakroom. He’d just clocked in, and he was going to own the day, dammit. It was Thursday, and Y/N L/N was sure to come in, if her usual schedule was to be trusted. He’d decided that to be a good flirt, he needed to have confidence. He’d enlisted Robin as a helper, to achieve this boost.

“Yeah, Harrington,” droned Robin, in a dull monotone. “You’re Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington. Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is stupid cool. Woohoo.” She pretended to swirl around an imaginary pompom.

“You’re no help,” Steve said, pouting. He turned his attention back to the mirror. He whispered, “You’ve got this, Harrington. You’ve got this.”

“Steve’s got this, everybody,” said Robin. She clapped. “He’s got this.”

“You are the actual worst, Robin,” said Steve, as he left for the front. “You should be proud of yourself.”

As Steve disappeared from her sight, she called after him, “Believe me, Harrington, I am!”

Steve sat and took orders and scooped ice cream for hours. He refused to take his break, terrified he’d be stripped of his chances as he was on Tuesday, where he’d panicked and said something about her hair. Her hair! Steve was an idiot, a fact he knew well and a fact Robin loved to remind him of, but that bit of idiocy took the cake as one of the dumbest things he’d ever done. And he’d done a lot of stupid things.

Y/N showed up around 2, when Steve was beginning to regret his decision to go break-less. He was exhausted from standing, and his arms hurt from the number of scoops he’d had to dig from ice cream buckets. When Y/N walked in, her hair the same as it was on Tuesday, Steve nearly fainted. She’s so pretty, he thought stupidly. When she appeared before him, it took her little harrumph to regain his attention.

“Oh—uh.” Steve blinked. Be stupid cool. You’re Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington. “Ahoy, Y/N! And on his journey, what might a fine lady like yourself want as a refreshment?” A fucking idiot—that’s what Steve was. But he retained his smile, and didn’t let it show on his face just how much he regretted his choice of words.

Y/N wrinkled her nose, but didn’t giggle at him. She eyed his hat, then his frumpy uniform, then his nervous face, and smiled. “A scoop of (Your Favorite Ice Cream Flavor) on a waffle cone, please,” she told him.

“One scoop of (Your Favorite Ice Cream Flavor) on a waffle cone, coming up, m’lady,” said Steve, in a voice too shaky to be considered suave. He ducked his head down and began scooping out her order to hide his embarrassment.

Y/N put the sleeve of her blouse overtop her mouth, to hide the giggle that threatened its escape. Steve was oblivious to it, but Robin—who peaked from the staff window—noticed it. After gaining back her composure, Y/N said, almost offhandedly, “You must get sick of seeing me in here every day.”

Steve’s head snapped up so fast that he hit it on the corner of the showcase’s window. He groped for the afflicted area with his free palm, nearly dropping Y/N’s cone. “Ow—shit—no. No, no, no. You don’t bother me at all. I like seeing you in here every day.” He checked to make sure the cone was intact, before he slowly handed it to Y/N.

Y/N L/N paid for her cone, gave Steve one last smile, and took her leave.

“You’re a joke, Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington,” Robin said to him, when he sulked back into the breakroom to clock out for his break.

She wasn’t wrong.

Terrible Flirting 101 [4/5]: You’re Cute, I’m Cute. Wanna Make Out?

Steve Harrington was sick of himself, and running out of ideas. When Y/N L/N came in on Saturday for her regular one scoop of what-the-heck-ever in a waffle cone, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You’re cute. I’m cute. Wanna make out?”

Y/N L/N blinked, and the grip she had on her coin purse slackened. “Er… what?” Her face flushed bright pink.

Steve gaped. He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. But he couldn’t lose his cool—not when he’d made it this far without being punched in the face. “We should make out,” he told her.

Y/N’s face was still pink, yet had also turned steely and unreadable. “Where at?”

“Wait, what?” Steve blanched.

“Where would we make out, Steve?”

Steve caught the mocking tone of voice, and he felt terrible. He shook his head frantically. “I was just joking, Y/N—I’m sorry—”

“Yeah, okay, Steve,” said Y/N, spitting his name out like it was acid. Her coin purse was snapped shut, the sound so loud and angry that it made Steve flinch. She turned on her heel and left, without even taking her cone.

I’m an idiot, thought Steve bitterly.

When Steve slowly turned, to look around for Robin (who was sure to make a mockery of his failure), it was to see her blasé figure holding up a sign. There were two sides—a “You Rule!” side and a “You Suck!” side. The “You Suck!” side had three tallies, a fourth being scrawled out by Robin as he turned, while the “You Rule!” side was a sad, sorry shade of blank.

“You’re oh-for-four, Popeye,” she said, pouting at him.

Steve just stared at her. “Yeah, I can count.”

Robin looked back at the sign. “You know, that means you suck.”

“Yeah, I can read, too,” said Steve, arms crossed like a petulant child. He surely felt like one, too.

Robin smirked. “Since when?”

Steve despised her. Oh, how he despised her—especially when she was right to ridicule him. He (read: DISCREETLY) flipped her the finger and returned to manning the register.

You’re oh-for-four, Popeye.

Maybe she really didn’t like him.

Terrible Flirting 101 [5/5]: Just Say Sorry

Y/N L/N didn’t come back.

Steve knew it was because of what he’d said to her. He was a terrible flirt, and an even worse person—worse than he’d been at Hawkins High, during his “King Steve” days. This was embarrassing. He knew Robin was right. He was supposed to “respect boundaries” and honor his code as a worker bee—where he wouldn’t harass his customers.

That plan went to shit. Now here he was, reaping the repercussions.

“She still a no-show?” asked Robin. They’d just opened for business, and there was already a group of adolescent girls entering shop. Robin was manning the counter, while Steve sat beside her, reeking of negativity.

“Yeah,” Steve said in response to her question, voice no higher than a sigh. “I feel awful for what I said to her.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Apologies exist, Steve,” she said scathingly. “Now get your head out of your ass, and go get her.”

“But—we just opened?” Steve eyed her confusedly.

The group of girls had come upon the counter, and were waiting impatiently for the two to finish their conversation. “Hey lady, I ain’t got all day,” said the tallest girl, the supposed ringleader, who had a sneer on her mouth from having to wait any longer for her daily dose of extreme dairy.

“Yeah, okay, hold on a minute,” said Robin, a snap in her voice, before she turned her glare towards Steve. She poked him in the shoulder. “She works at Family Video, right? Morning and afternoon shifts? So go get her.”

“But—I’m working,” said Steve.

“So clock out. I’ll be okay until you get back.”

Steve stared at her. He quickly realized she wasn’t going to back down.

After dressing out of that horrid, girly uniform into a more-suitable get-up—fit without that stupid hat—and clocking out, Steve was on his way to Family Video.

When he got there, it wasn’t to the sight of Y/N but of Keith, a guy he knew used to work at the Palace Arcade. He was munching on a bag of Cheetos and leaning heavily on the counter. His eyes were bored as they turned to Steve.

“Can I help you?” said Keith.

“Uh, yeah,” said Steve, his palms sweating. “Is Y/N L/N working?”

“Y/N? Yeah, she’s in the stockroom,” said Keith. He looked bemused. “Why? Do you need her for something?”

“Can you get her for me? But, uh, don’t tell her my name.” Steve raised his hands up defensively, looking and acting the part of extremely suspicious.

Keith narrowed his eyes. “Okay, weirdo.” He munched on a Cheeto as he headed back toward the stockroom. Well, hopefully the stockroom. Steve hoped Keith wasn’t about to leave him here in anxious wait for another thirty minutes, before coming back to admit Y/N L/N hadn’t been here at all.

He came back with Y/N, with her hair pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head and face scrunched into a cute little frown. She looked nervous. That nervous demeanor only intensified when she saw Steve.

“Hi,” said Y/N, biting her lip. She rolled it around in her mouth as she stared at Steve.

Steve felt speechless. But he couldn’t be speechless—not now, when he had a chance. “Uh. Hi,” he said.

The silence between them was awkward and tense, only broken by Keith’s obnoxious chewing. He was watching the two of them like they were the next best thing since Days of our Lives.

“I came by, just to—er—apologize,” said Steve. He raised his arm to scratch at the nape of his neck, nerves flitting about in his stomach. “I’ve been harassing you, and I’m sorry. I’ll just, uh, stay away from you from now on. Yeah.”

Y/N pursed her lips. And of all things to be, she looked angry. Why was she angry? She shouldn’t have been angry. That wasn’t part of the plan. Actually, none of this was part of the plan. “God, am I that much of a joke to you, Harrington?” she hissed at him.

“Wait, what?” Steve stepped back a bit, not expecting this—no, not at all. “Why are you angry?”

“Because!” She pulled at her hair, frustrated. “I’ve been coming to the parlor for you, Steve.”

Steve opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. He didn’t have a single thing he could say to articulate the warring thoughts in his head.

Initiating… Good Flirting 101 [1/1]: Don’t Be a Dunce

Y/N looked away from him. “I… I thought you were just making fun of me. Poking at my crush on you,” she admitted. “You were, won’t you?”

This was when Steve realized how much of a joke he was. So much of a joke that his terrible flirting appeared as over-the-top and an attempt at being funny, rather than a subset of his own failure to play it cool. Was that what everyone aside from Robin thought? That he was trying to funny? That he wasn’t just an awkward, sorry excuse for a human being?

“Oh God, Y/N, I wasn’t—I’ve been flirting with you this whole time. I guess I’m just an idiot who doesn’t know how to flirt.” Steve didn’t know what to do with himself—whether to smack his own face, whether to sulk his way back to Starcourt Mall and have Robin smack him in the face, or to just man up and ask that Y/N do it. Whatever the case, someone needed to hit him. He needed sense smacked back into him.

Instead, what he got was a hopeful glance from Y/N L/N.

“So, you weren’t joking? You meant it?” said Y/N, and dammit, it was like she’d forgotten all about his stupidity—the way he’d foolishly asked if she wanted to make out, how he’d told her to leave her hair down, how his stupid little Scoops Ahoy! pick-up lines were a crock of shit. His apology was all it took for this whole situation to turn on its head.

Steve was in utter disbelief. “Of course I meant it,” he said with a snort. “Have you looked at yourself? You’re, like, a literal goddess.”

Y/N smiled and laughed, as she always did in his presence. The difference, though, was the context in which Steve took it. He felt like he could listen to her laugh for the rest of his life, if it made him feel this good inside.

Note to self: don’t be a dunce. Steve knew that had been his problem all along. If he’d been himself from the very beginning instead of telling God-awful pick-up lines and saying things no one, not even the flirtiest person on the planet, would appreciate, maybe this wouldn’t have worked out so strangely.

Keith, being Keith, decided it was the right time to munch on a Cheeto. He chewed and chewed, until the two of them were staring at him and he’d finally swallowed the mushy remains. “You guys gonna make out or what?” he asked.

Leave it to Keith to ruin the goddamn moment.

Part 2?

[Yes] [No]

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