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just saw a joel miller to the archer by taylor and it was a heartbreaking way to start the day🫠
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1000 FOLLOWERS OH MY GOD!!!!!!! thank you so much you guys i will try to get this remus request ive got sitting in my drafts out over next couple days <333 THANK U SM!!!!!!!
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awww 100 notes on diner darlings !! thank u so much girlies <3
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was anyone else the next step girlies or was that just me
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i just found out we are putting my dog down on wednesday so I will be a little inactive for a couple days 🫠
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run me over RUN ME OVER 🚚🚚🚚
Lemon & Tangerine in BULLET TRAIN (2022)
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SO CUTE I LOVE
EARLY MORNINGS. — remus lupin
summary: you help remus with his injuries one early morning.
warnings: fluff, injuries (nothing graphic,) cuddling, implied pining on remus’ end, bad writing.
a/n: i haven’t had a thought in my life but cuddling with remus is so soft so… take this
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you’re not surprised when remus shows up at your door at the crack of dawn.
you’ve gotten used to it, frankly. it’s like clockwork—every month, on the dot, remus shows up at your door at an ungodly hour. he’s always worse for wear; bruised, bloodied, exhausted.
you gesture him inside, too tired for words yet, and shut the door behind him. remus finds a place to sit in the living room, and you dig around in the kitchen cabinets, finding your first aid kit and starting a cup of coffee.
you yawn as you sit beside him, pulling out rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad, and start to clean the wounds on his face. they’re not too bad—mostly shallow cuts and yellow-ish bruises, but there’s quite a few. remus doesn’t say anything.
“would it kill you to wait a few hours?” you say as you clean a particularly deep cut just beneath his eye. “the sun’s barely up.”
“sorry,” remus mumbles.
you wave him off. you wouldn’t help him if you didn’t want to. you pick up a band-aid, applying it with steady hands. remus looks at you as you work—though, with your proximity, it’s not like he can look anywhere else.
once you’ve finished with his face, you take one of his hands in yours, cleaning the wounds there. some seem self inflicted; crescent moon shapes that line up with his hands. you don’t ask. that’s part of the deal, the unspoken agreement—you don’t ask questions. you just help.
you pick up your wand and mutter a spell, ridding a deeper cut of dirt and grime, and remus winces, his fingers flexing unintentionally. you clean the cut, and pick up a roll of bandages, wrapping it around his hand.
you cut and tie off the bandage, and look at him, rubbing your eyes slightly. you can’t see any more injuries you need to deal with, just a few minor abrasions.
you sigh, close the first aid kit, and yawn. you rub your eyes blearily. maybe if you go back to sleep, you can get back to whatever you were dreaming about. you get to your feet, take remus’ hand, and walk towards your room.
“uh,” remus says, “where are we going?”
“bed,” you reply, too tired to be embarrassed. you stop in front of your bed, let him go, and gesture towards it. remus, face pink, looks at you in incomprehension. “you,” you say, pointing at him, “go to sleep.”
“i’m not that tired, honestly—”
you roll your eyes, take hold of his sweater, and pull him into the bed with you. you pull the covers up over him, wrap your arms around him, and rest your head in the crook of his neck. he’s warm, and he smells good. remus stills, his breath catching in his throat.
“then shut up,” you say, yawning again, “and let me sleep.”
remus laughs, shaking his head, and wraps his arms around you. “alright, sunshine. sweet dreams.”
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wooo we hit 200 notes on Remus hcs!!! thank you guys 💓💓
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diner darlings masterlist
summary: a series of late nights at the diner where procrastination meets a cute waiter. fluffy blurbs !
part one
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diner darlings- j.potter
summary: a series of late nights at the diner, with a cute waiter to take the edge off of studying. based of this request! uni!band!cafe!au with my lovie my darling jamie potts <3 this will be part one of hopefully a couple :) w/c about 700ish, requests open!
23:40pm, november 2nd
Your eyes were starting to glaze over.
It had been four hours since you’d slid into the booth, ordered a long-forgotten chocolate milkshake, plugged your laptop in and started to write this godforsaken essay.
You had specifically picked an all-night diner, but by this time of night it was near deserted, only the black-haired waiter milling around the tills to keep you company. Well, him and the words on your screen, that were starting to blur together. You took another drink of your milkshake, the last dregs rattling around noisily in the glass, and you winced at the tinny bell on the door- too loud for any respectable bell at this time, really- before attempting once more to focus on your work, although the booth was becoming more and more comfortable...
A pointed cough interrupted your descent into sleep, and you jerked upright, knocking the milkshake glass off the table in your startled flurry, though before you could try to catch it- “Easy sweetheart, I got it.” The waiter- no, a different one, this one has glasses, although still the garish pink and white uniform- grins down at you, and despite your sleep-deprived state, you feel some sort of flutter in your stomach. “My saviour.”
He laughs, shaking his head slightly, and your eyes follow the movement of his curls. “Saviour? Makes me sound like Jesus. I’ll take Prince Charming, though.”
You scoff, raising an eyebrow. “Is that right?” He nods, beaming, all teeth, and you, and you fight down a squeal. “Well, Prince Charming, I’ll take another milkshake if you’re up for it. Same again.”
He nods and leaves, taking your rescued glass with him, and you watch him out the corner of your eye. His colleague huffs an amused laugh, and you jolt, turning back to your laptop, pretending to type to escape mortification. Somehow, this kicks your brain back into gear, and before you know it glasses boy is interrupting your workflow to place your milkshake down with a flourish. “For you, milady.”
You smile up at him, taking a slurp through the red and white striped straw, and focus back on your work, typing away until you notice him looking over your shoulder.
“Can I help?” He moves back quickly, looking almost embarrassed, and pushes his glasses up sheepishly. “Oh, don’t worry, I was just watching you.”
His eyes widen, realising his words, and he flushes, trying to ignore the snickers of his friend behind the tills. “I- I mean-”
You smirk, and shift along in the booth to make more space for him. “You can sit, if you want. I don’t think it’s going to get too busy in here.”
He slides in next to you, and before you know what’s happened, has produced a straw from god-knows-where and has stolen half of your milkshake, staring intently at your work. You glare at him, but your annoyance fades when his eyes meet yours. He wipes off some milkshake from around his mouth, running a hand through his hair, and faces you more directly. “I’m James, by the way. I mean, you can still call me Prince Charming if you want, but I usually go by James. Or Jamie. Or Prongs. Or Potter...” he trails off, looking at you expectantly.
You give in, and tell him your name. He beams, slurping more of your drink in a way that should be obnoxious, but of course he pulls it off. “Well, milady. When’s this essay due?”
“Technically midnight, but realistically more like two am.”
He hums, finishing your shake. “Two am?” You nod. “I can work with that.”
You laugh, and the two of you turn back to your laptop, James making comments and suggestions that range from sensible- “That word sounds stupid- use something more formal”- to simply to make you laugh- “Have you ever considered dropping out and becoming a clown? I have- no, shut up Sirius, I’m being serious-” and the time flies by.
Sirius yawns, wiping a glass down, and his eyes soften at the sight of the two of you. He supposes he can forgive James doing absolutely fuck-all this shift just this once. Pretty girls are distracting.
As long as this doesn’t become a regular thing, this is fine.
He looks over at the booth again, at James’ belly laugh, and sighs. Well, there goes that idea.
this hopefully will be a multipart series of little fluffy blurby things. requests are open !
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Okay this may be weirdly specific but when I go to sleep I play scenarios in my head and recently my scenario was that I move abroad and am studying in the same university as Remus and through him and his boyfriend Sirius ;) I meet James and we all become friends and then me and James fall in love but the friendship dynamic between all of us never change (I am so lonely lol) If you dont like the scenario please dont feel pressured but I would like to read headcanons about my daydream with your incredibly lovely writing. (And just cause I like to rant I want to tell you my fav detail which is; James, Sirius and Remus are in a band, and while Remus is doing his masters James and Sirius run this incredible chill and cool cafe ;))
hi my loveee i'm gonna make this into a fic bc i love the band/cafe/uni concept so cute !! i hope its ok but i'm not making it a transfer student- i feel like it would b a bit easier for me to write this way <3
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im in such a remus mood rn send hc requests!!
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GUYS I JUST GOT A UNI OFFER !!!! i submitted my application 2 days ago and I got offered my first choice i am literally over the moon
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