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you ever get surprised by your own recurring issues. like come on man. I thought we were past this.

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Just them🤍

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james “in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen” potter

WHAT??

WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THIS HURT MEEEEEEEEE

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regulus black variant

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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

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Potter ⭐

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James: Regulus kissed me! Sirius(excited): NO! Peter: OH my god oh my god oh my god! James(dreamy sighing): It was unbelievable. Peter: Oh my god oh my god! Remus: Okay alright! We wanna hear everything! Peter get the wine, James, does this end well or do we need tissues? James: Oh it ended very well. Peter(hurrying with the glasses): DON'T start without me! Don't start! Sirius: Okay let's hear about the kiss! _________________________________________________ Meanwhile Regulus: And then I kissed him. Barty: Tongue? Regulus: Yeah. Dorcas: Cool. Barty, Evan, Dorcas & Pandora (nodding and going back to their pizza):

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“slut era” i whisper to myself as i rot in my bed, sick like a frail victorian child

#me rn

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Sirius Anything-But-Black.

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Sirius hates his last name. He always joked around by going by his friend's names instead.

Sirius Potter was the most common, of course. He was practically raised by the Potter's, he and James had been brothers for years of course he was a Potter.

Second was Pettigrew, mostly when joking around with Peter.

He'd make comments like "This is why it's so great to be a part of the Pettigrew family!" and "Don't you dare disrespect the Pettigrew Brothers!"

A handful of times he even used Lily's last name, referring to himself as Sirius Evans.

She finds it hilarious, as soon as she catches on that he hates his last name she starts calling him Evans too.

Whenever she'd pass by the group and greet James as Potter, she'd always make sure to reply to Sirius' "Hey, Evans!" With a "Hello, Evans." In return.

Every once in a while he used their other friend's names too; Meadowes, Longbottom, McKinnon, he went as far as to use McGonagall once and nearly got detention for a week.

But he never used Lupin.

Remus asks him one lazy Saturday morning as the group was sprawled across the furniture in the common room.

He'd wondered for years, they all secretly had, but it never meant enough to any of them to really ask.

"Why do you never go by Sirius Lupin?" Remus asked, filling the lull in conversation.

It was supposed to be a casual question, but there was nothing casual about the look Sirius gave him when he replied,

"Because you haven't asked me to marry you yet, Moons."

The room was silent. Remus and Sirius were staring at each other for a long time. Remus slowly stood up and walked over to him, kneeling down in front of his chair,

"Sirius, will you marry me?" He whispered.

"Of course, Remus." Sirius breathed.

Nobody else could tell if they were joking or not. They'd never once shown feelings towards each other, nothing more than what they normally did.

Remus wasn't even gay.

But then, all of the sudden, Remus and Sirius were found walking the halls hand in hand, placing gentle kisses on each other's cheeks.

They started sleeping in the same bed at night, Remus curled on his side with his nose nuzzled against Sirius' neck.

Sirius exclusively went by Sirius Lupin now, refusing to go by anything else. He also made it very clear to all of his suitors that he was engaged and off the market.

The others still couldn't quite tell how much further they would go for the bit, but they seemed happy?? So they were all happy too.

Immediately after graduation they got married and made it official. Everyone was kinda blown away, but then again, it was Remus and Sirius, they've kind of always been dating, even when they weren't.

The others finally asked years later if they'd been secretly dating prior to that, since it was the only thing that made sense.

Sirius shook his head, "No, I had no idea Rem liked me back. I was just really in love with him."

Remus nodded, explaining he wasn't actually sure if Sirius was joking or not either at first, but he was too in love to question it, and took the chance he got.

It ended up working out, Sirius was now- in all ways including legally- Mr. Sirius Lupin.

And he'd never been happier.

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#stop I love them #they’re idiots #and i love them

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Smooch

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blush - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 224

Sirius wasn't easily flustered.

At least, that's what Remus thought.

The shorter boy was constantly being propositioned by girls: anything from a deeply suggestive note to an out-and-out date-prosal in the middle of the Common Room was normal.

And Sirius never blinked an eye.

He took some of them up on their offers, but he never seemed to lose his smooth nature and confidence. He just...went with the flow.

Until one day.

The day he walked in on Remus at the beginning of sixth year. When Remus had on nothing but a towel.

In the past, Sirius might have wolf-whistled and made a comment about Remus's 'chiseled physique.' He might have even called out to James and Peter to 'come get a look at this view!'

But he didn't. Not this time.

Instead, he froze. He took a deep, shaking breath in.

And then? He blushed.

He sputtered and stuttered, seemingly incapable of coherent speech, and Remus stared with wonder. Why was Sirius so frazzled?

"Alright, Padfoot?" Remus asked, a bit concerned.

"Hot," Sirius muttered. Then, all the color that was previously in his face instantly disappeared and he looked like a deer in headlights. "No! No, I-erm-I mean-I'm hot. Like. Temperature. I'm going to...go for a walk." And he all but ran out of the room.

Perhaps Sirius was easily flustered?

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‘-I’m mental about you too’ PLEASE THEY’RE SO IN LOVE

#I want it

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Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

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Andrea Gibson

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

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i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention

#it’s so shocking when people remember things about me #like oh my god you actually noticed I was there? #that’s so sweet of you

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oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

#oh