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sweeethinny · 2 years

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Drunk

hi anon!

jily lives and harry is being young stupid and in love as he should be! I hope you like it, because I LOVED writing this <3

Drunk

''Dad,'' Harry said, sobbing once more, his head lying on the toilet, eyes closed and looking defeated after having thrown up. ''I made a mistake,''

''One more?'' James sighed, holding himself back from laughing, adjusting the tub so Harry could take a bath—he knew he'd have to do it, as if his son wasn't 20 but 3 years old. ''What did you do now?''

Harry had gone to a party, an Auror startup or something, James hadn't quite understood, but anyway, the boy had been drinking way more than he should have, and he had to go get his son at the bar because everyone else was as bad as Harry were, and he wouldn't be able to Apparate or Floo alone. Ron, who was with him, had been carried away by Hermione from what James understood when he went to get his son.

Not that James was happy, but honestly, Harry deserved to be irresponsible and do stupid things at least once in his life; he deserved this chance to be young and dumb for once, and James was a lot less annoyed at having to bathe his son after he threw up on himself because he couldn't take it until they got home, than when Harry went to the hunt.

If he could choose, without a doubt James would rather deal with the stupidity of youth than the constant fear of his son's death.

''I bought something,'' Harry reached into the pocket of the jacket he was still wearing, pulling out a black box that even without opening it, James already knew what was inside. ''It's for Gin,'' The boy handed the box to his father, then turned his head into the toilet again and vomited some more.

James opened the box, looking at the gold ring with a simple, delicate heart on top, a very delicate ruby stone centered inside. It was beautiful, simple, elegant and he could easily see Ginny wearing it.

He sighed, waiting for Harry to get better so he could continue talking. ''Do you think... do you think she'll accept it?''

''Yeah,'' James smiled. "Even though you might need to hide from her the fact that you had to call your father to help you get home today," Harry didn't laugh, but James was amused by that. ''When are you going to ask her?''

‘’On Saturday… it will be four years since our first kiss,’’ Harry smiled, still keeping his eyes closed, probably because he was already starting to feel a headache that would make him want to die the next day. ''You will be with me? There at the altar? I don’t know if I can do this alone.”

''Of course I will, son,'' James helped him up when he realized he was done, taking off the shirt and pants Harry was wearing and sending them straight to the laundry room, barely holding the smell. ''I will always be with you.''

#send me more!#one word one fic #hinny #jily #jily lives #harry x ginny #james!dad #my fic

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frannyzooey · 1 year

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Don’t think about waking up at your campsite confused why Joel isn’t in his bedroll anymore only to accidentally find him washing in the river. His back to you as he tips water over his head, watching the beads cascading over his softened muscles and rough scars 💕

Oh my god — now this is the goods. That man and that broad back and the secret thrill of knowing you shouldn’t be watching, but you just can’t look away…

That back that you’ve memorized from following him on the trail, the one you stare at when he rolls away from you at night, the one you’ve fantasized about until the imagine of that taut denim haunts your dreams —

drools

Me, contemplating my life after this ask:

#joel miller #joel miller thot #send me more!

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alwaysneedyforsir · 1 month

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10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

65. What is your bra/penis size?

69. When was the last time you watched porn?

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?

92. When did you discover the kinkier and more submissive side of yourself?

(From the pervy asks ☺️)

10: no, but i’ve come pretty close to getting caught (no pun intended there hehehe)

38: that i’m a very very good girl 🤭

65: usually 36b

69: not counting tumblr vids & gifs, like 3+ months ago, n that was something that someone sent me; i’m not as much of a long form/video format kind of girl, i much prefer written form hehe

75: yes but a while ago n they’re no longer on tumblr

76: i unfortunately don’t remember my dreams :(

92: a number of years ago but i only properly/really started exploring it sometime 6-8ish months ago

#asks #anon ask #pervy questions #me #this was fun hehe #send me more!#pretty please? 🥺#in a plane waiting to take off to get back home so v v bored hehe #no nap time till we take off tho :(#and probably too much work to do for a long nap :(

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defilerwyrm · 3 months

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Caleb Trash 1: Sowing the Seeds I’ve Taken

This is another I haven’t worked on in a while either, but it chronicles a notion of how Bren’s years on the street (and on the lam) might have gone. I consider it important in a work like this one to balance a lack of stigma against sex work with Bren’s ever-present guilt and shame for other things; that is, I’ve worked to make sure that the reader will understand that he’s not beating himself up over resorting to survival sex work, but rather all the objectively, actually bad shit he’s done.

A snippet (NSFW):

“Take it for me, take it deep.” Arik lies fully on top of him and grunts as he thrusts inside. Bren’s cock throbs where it’s trapped between their bellies. His ass is ablaze with pleasure and pain. Their bodies roll together, grasping and straining and sighing; he lets himself cry out and whimper as if he could drown out the guilt that screams at him for daring to enjoy this. But enjoying being fucked is as fundamental a part of him as magic, and just as long-denied, and it sings in him like it used to a lifetime ago.

Arik clutches him tight and gives a particularly hard thrust, then goes still, lying loose against him. Bren blinks into the darkness. Did he come? It doesn’t feel like it…. He waits, and waits, and with great relief feels the man’s chest rise and fall with steady breath.

“Arik…?”

He is answered by a snore.

Bren heaves a mighty sigh. The first time he gets fucked in over a decade and the guy passes out drunk inside him. He definitely deserves this.

#ask box games #wips and chains #replies to things #send me more!#critical role for ts #spicy content

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laceratedlamiaceae · 1 year

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Ouizzy for the ask game

(ship ask game)

Ship It

What made you ship it?

I honestly don't remember; I thought it was fanart but the oldest ouizzy art I've reblogged was from just a few months ago and it's definitely been longer than that. Whatever it was, I've shipped it since the first time I saw someone mention the idea of them together because I love both of them and it just makes sense to me.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

There isn't much to go off of in canon (I think the only time they actually interact is when Frenchie calls him "Jizzy" and when Izzy points a gun at him? Which, when you put it like that it's so funny to think about), so I'm just going to talk about fanon: I love how, for lack of a better word, not mean-spirited they are? It seems like for most other Izzy ships there's often an undercurrent (or overcurrent lol) of "he's such a pathetic loser who doesn't deserve this" that rubs me the wrong way, and while I have definitely scrolled past one or two ouizzy fics that give me that vibe, the majority of them are really nice. I love the positivity that Frenchie brings, both to Izzy and to the fics/art that the two of them are in.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I have seen some fics playing with the concept of Frenchie "redeeming" Izzy, which, even setting aside all the problems I have with the "redeemed by love" trope, I don't like because I don't think Izzy needs to be redeemed (especially when redemption generally just means completely changing his personality and submitting to eternal punishment from everyone else ugh). I also don't really like when Frenchie is portrayed as a super emotional, open person beyond what we see in canon, I assume just because he's on Stede's crew--he's literally the guy who said "bottle it up" in episode one (and he was so valid for that even though I know I'm totally missing the point by saying that lol).

#this was fun! i like thinking about ships like this #send me more!#ouizzy #ask game #asks

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byler-4-life · 1 year

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Unpopular ST opinion.

Ted Wheeler is over hated.

#byler #byler ask #byler poll #unpopular opinions #send me more!

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vergina-spva · 1 year

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Which of any and all OP pirate captains (living and passed) do you think wouldn't hesitate to trade their first mate for a pound of weed? (Or meat if you consider Zoro Luffy's first mate)

Buggy.

Shanks (runs and hides)

Luffy would not. Luffy would not trade any of his crew mates for anything. Not even meat. Unless maybe he knew he could/would get them back.

Law.... maybe 😂 Depends on who you see as Law's first mate. Bepo is probably technically Law's first mate and Law would not trade him for anything. But a lot of people see Penguin as Law's first mate, and Law would definitely trade Penguin for a pound of weed. (and then just steal him back, probably)

But, I mean, there is only one pirate captain who would never ever trade his first mate for anything in the world, and that is Kid, obviously.

I'm just gonna continue with this for a bit, cause it's fun.

Roger would absolutely trade Rayleigh for a pound of weed.

Whitebeard does not care for weed and would not trade his family for anything in the world (except that one time he gave Oden to Roger? 🤔 what did he get for that? Did Roger give him weed for that? 😂 Did Whitebeard trade Oden for weed?)

Hawkins has definitely done this in the past. He trades away all his crewmembers if the opportunity strikes.

Okay so I think if it's without a hint of hesitation, I'm gonna say Hawkins, because he clearly doesn't really care for his crewmates anyway, seeing as he uses their lifes just to defend himself. He also seems like the type to do weed.

#one piece #ask #inappropriate ask game #send me more!#most of these were not really inappropriate anyway #they were fun though #but you are allowed to make them more inappropriate

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filmmakerdreamst · 2 years

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Thoughts on Life with Luca? I was excited until I found out that they've made Derek a successful musician, for some reason?? (I remember him playing guitar in the series, but he couldn't really sing, that was part of the reason he needed Casey to front D-Rock) + they both have 14-year-olds now, meaning we're expected to believe they had a kid at what? 19? Believable for Derek, maybe, but completely out of character for Casey, IMO.

I preferred the original pitch, which implied Casey & Derek's kids would be younger and that they would be two single parents, kind of co-parenting their kids together in one household. Though I guess the latter half of that could still happen, if this movie spawns a series and Casey gets a divorce lol

Ooof I honestly don't know how I feel about it. I've long made peace with the fact that Derek and Casey are possibly not going to be together - even though its a natural progression for their characters whether you ship them or not, so putting it off, is just delaying the inevitable in my opinion BUT I digress.

Yeah, their kids being 14 is a way of copying the original premise plus reliability because its easier to have older kids as the leads you know. Derek having a kid early makes sense for him. Casey's a bit of a stretch. All I'm saying is they better not have the Unresolved Sexual Tension that Derek and Casey have because that would be all kinds of weird. It wouldn't work as well. So I'm hoping for more of a sibling vibe.

Save the Sexual Tension for their parents aka THE PROS.

Derek being a musician makes sense to me simply because alot of emphasis was put on that in the original show. The filmmaking job possibly makes a little more sense in context, but I think the music thing is what Derek was really interested in because the show always treated the 'filmmaking' thing as a hobby for him.

I always imagined Casey being married and Derek being single. I made that prediction a while ago and I kid you not, I did a double take when I read the synopsis because it CAME TRUE. Realistically, I don't think it would of been possible for Derek and Casey to end up together. I have this mindset that they had a physical relationship in college but because of their families, they decided to end it and haven't really talked about it since.

Whether Casey's marriage lasts, it all depends really. (I hope it doesn't) But naturally it will pale in comparison when Derek walks back into her life, as do all the previous love interests in the Original show - at least to the audience.

They're never going to NOT love each other, because as much as Derek and Casey fought constantly, the two of them found a connection so deep when they were young that even though their lives went on different paths, different directions, they had that together. You can never lose that.

How their relationship will play out I don't know. Maybe Casey's husband works away, and Derek moves in to help look after the kids. Maybe it falls apart who knows.

Basically I'm expecting to like 70% of the show, as much as I like all spin-offs. The whole show could be shite, but as long as they get Derek and Casey's relationship right - I'm good.

#its whatever #i love asks!#send me more!#(its gonna happen regardless so might as well accept it and move on - yay for HD DASEY though)#dasey #derek x casey #life with derek #life with luca #tv show #asks #question #answer #micheal seater #ashley leggat

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narcissa-black-supermacy · 2 years

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wolfstar prompt 35 for @veriableflowers

“Everyone keeps saying that this is all in my head, but I know it’s not, I know it’s real!”

I have no idea how this got to 2K? It was supposed to be short and angsty but they basically demanded a happy ending to this drabble.

“What’s going on? Where is he? What happened?”

Sirius pushes through the crowd of Gryfindors gathered at the entrance to the infirmary, not caring how many first-years he has to elbow to get past them. His eyes scan the scene until he finally finds the familiar head of Remus’ ruffled brown locks.

Sirius breathes out.

He looks fine. There is no blood, or wounds, and he looks perfectly healthy and- he looks fine. He’s a little wet, and there’s a blanket wrapped around his shoulders with Frank standing by his side, an arm on his shoulder, looking as tall as ever-

Something is off. Frank looks taller than usual, although the rest of them look fine in comparison to him.

He pushes a group of curious first-years away and makes his way over to the hospital bed.

“Show is over! Out! All of you!” He yells angrily at the crowd, throwing a dirty look at the younger students.

“Prongs, what’s up?” He asks James, stepping inside and closing the curtains of the bed around them to shield them away from curious eyes.

“Oh god.” As soon as Remus’ eyes find him, he flushes brightly and turns around, pulling the hood of his cloak over his head to hide his face.

“James, get him out of here, he is going to be so awful about this-”

Sirius frowns. “What happened?”

James sighs and turns to face Sirius, effectively blocking his access to Remus. “We were at the hall, and some arshole from Slytherin cursed him with-”

“What?!” Sirius’ eyes dart back to Remus, but James is in the way, standing between him and the bed. “Who was it? What did they do?” He grabs James’ shoulder, trying to push him away, but the other won’t let him. “For fuck’s sake, James, let me see him!”

“It was a height diminishing curse.” Peter’s smug voice sounds from behind. James and Sirius both turn to find him stepping through the curtains, pushing them close behind him once he’s inside.

“A what?”

Sirius pushes James again, and this time he gives in. He walks over to the bed slowly, and crouches down next to Remus’ face.

“Moony.” He whispers softly. “Moony, what’s wrong?”

Remus shakes his head and mumbles something incoherent into the pillow.

Sirius reaches out his hand to stroke his back gently. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

Remus turns his head halfway to the side and squints at him with narrow eyes. Sirius gives him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, whatever happened, the guys who did it will have it so much worse, I can promise you.”

Remus flaps his eyelashes at him slowly, then finally sighs in defeat and rolls over. He sits up on the bed first, pulling the hood off of him. Then he hops off the mattress to the floor, and slowly straightens up.

Sirius’ jaw drops open.

He is about Peter’s height now, almost an entire head shorter than Sirius.

Sirius blinks, gaping at him, mouth wide open.

He feels the laughter building up in his chest, making its way up his throat.

“This is hilarious!”

Remus shoves him at his chest forcefully and flops down on the bed, pulling the hood of his oversized cloak over his head and face. “I knew you would be insufferable about this.” He mutters into the sheets.

Sirius jumps onto the bed and drops down next to him in a half-lying position.

“Aww, look at him.” Sirius cooes. He pokes the side of Remus’ face with a finger, then tugs on the hood until it starts sliding off. “So small and adorable.” He reaches his hand out to pinch the other’s cheek, and Remus turns his head sideways, biting the tips of his fingers in return.

Sirius laughs. “I want to hug you all day until you get back to being a tall gloomy dracula again.” He glances sideways at Frank. “When is he going back to his normal height?”

Frank shrugs. “About a day or two. There isn’t anything we can do, just wait for it to wear off.”

“A day or two?” Sirius exclaims loudly and Remus groans in annoyance. “This is amazing.”

Remus glares at him. “I hate this.”

“I love this.”

“I hate you.”

Sirius leans in closer, his lips curling up in a sly smirk. “What are you going to do about it, small guy?”

Remus hits him with a pillow.

After that, Madam Pomfrey comes in and rushes them all outside of the Hospital Wing. Sirius pulls away reluctantly, glancing over his shoulder one more time at Remus’ unusually small form.

Remus is right, he absolutely intends to be insufferable about this.

And he makes sure to keep his promise.

“Moony!” Sirius exclaims loudly as he sneaks up on him in the library, throwing his arms around Remus’ small frame, snickering when the other tries, and fails, to squirm out of his tight embrace.

“Moony.” He whispers as he places his chin on top of his head when they wait in line during class.

“Moony,” he hums teasingly as he reaches up for a higher shelf that Remus is trying to get to, secretly enjoying James and Peter’s hollering laughter at the dirty glare Remus sends him when he snatches the book out of Sirius’ hands and smacks him on the back of the head with it.

Remus keeps swatting at his arm, and squirming away, and sending him annoyed glares, but Sirius does not really think much of it until they get to the dorms at the end of the day and Remus snaps.

“Moony-”

“Will you cut it out already?” Remus spits angrily, turning to glare at him. “God, I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Sirius pulls his hand back.

“Oi, come on, I’m just-”

Remus does not wait for him to finish, storming off to his side of the dorm. Sirius watches him kick off his boots in one swift motion and crawl inside, pulling the curtains around his bed frame tightly shut.

Sirius is left standing there, blinking in confusion for a moment, until the initial shock of the outburst passes. He quickly slides out of his own shoes, leaving them abandoned by the door of their dorm, and follows Remus inside.

“Does this really bother you so much?”

Remus is laying across the bed, propped up on his elbows with a quill in his hands, twisting it around in his fingers. He does not reply, but the answer is clear in the way his entire posture is tense, like he is expecting a personal attack. He grabs his wand and levitates the quill next to him in the air, quietly murmuring a charm under his breath to sharpen the tip.

Sirius sits down next to him and leans against the wall.

“Why?”

Remus’ brows pull together, forming a frown at the question. “I just-” He glances over his shoulder at Sirius, taking him in for a moment, then huffs out a breath and turns back to fixing his quill. “Forget it. You won’t get it.”

Sirius cocks his head to the side. “Try me.”

Remus drops the levitating quill and rolls over to his side. He watches Sirius carefully for a moment, and Sirius can see the thoughts running around through his eyes before he speaks up.

“I.. I always feel like people are.. looking at me. With the-” he makes a vague gesture with his hand, “the scars and everything and I just- every time I get back to class after a full moon, it always feels like everybody’s watching, and I’m so scared that if you and Snape managed to figure that out, it’s only matter of time until others will as well and then-”

Remus drops back onto his back with a frustrated huff and brings up his hands to his face to rub at his eyes. “Everyone keeps saying that this is all in my head, but I know it’s not, I know it’s real!”

Sirius watches him silently, and his hand reaches out on instinct to his knee, rubbing soothing circles into it gently.

“I don’t know.” Remus lowers his hands, letting them drop onto the mattress, and turns his head sideways, looking at the fluttering curtains around them absentmindedly. “It’s probably stupid, but when I’m tall it feels like I have some kind of- upper hand?” He glances over at Sirius tentatively, as if to check if what he is saying makes sense to him.

“People are less likely to stare. Now that I’m short everybody is touching me and looking at me, and I know it’s only for two days, but I hate that- Merlin, I hate it so much.” The fingers of his right hand clench into a fist by his side and he hits the covers of the bed with it in frustration. Even in the dimmely lit dorm, Sirius can see the slight flush of embarrassment over his cheeks, and the way his eyes glisten a little more than usual as he blinks rapidly at the ceiling.

Sirius suddenly becomes aware of his own hand, which is still massaging the muscle of the other’s leg, and he hurries to pull it away.

“I-” He glances hesitantly between his own hand, which feels so out of place and useless just lying in his lap doing nothing, and Remus, who is now looking at him. “Sorry. I’m just-” Sirius makes a movement to pull away so they are not so suffocatingly close to each other, but Remus sits up abruptly and then his hand is on Sirius’ wrist, stopping him.

“I- I didn’t mean you.” He says quickly. “You can.. You’re okay. You can look and.. and touch.” His eyes are dancing between Sirius’ face and their hands, where his fingers are still wrapped around Sirius’ wrist. “If you want to, I mean.”

Sirius feels something warm spread through his chest. There is something infinitely rewarding about not just being allowed to look and touch, but being the exception to the rule.

Sirius Black always did love being the exception to the rule.

Sirius feels the smile tug at his lips and before he has a conscious say in the matter, his body throws his arms around the other boy and he tackles them both onto the soft mattress below them.

Remus groans, but lets him nonetheless. They both lie down on their side and Sirius wraps his arms around him tightly while their legs interwine together over the covers.

“You know what,” Sirius pulls away a little and cups Remus’ face between his hands, forcing him to meet his gaze, “you’re right- people do stare. But it’s not because they’re suspicious or anything. It’s because you’re bloody gorgeous.”

Remus lets out a huff, like he does not quite believe that, and Sirius presses his hands further against his skin, running his thumbs over his freckled cheeks gently. “Especially now that you’re so tiny and adorable.”

Remus gives him an annoyed look and squirms out of his hands, shaking his head in a way that makes the longer locks around his ears bounce.

“I’m not tiny.” He protests. “I’m Peter’s height.”

“Peter is tiny.”

“He’s really not, you’re just being annoying.”

Sirius feels his grin widen. “Tiny, tiny Moony.” He teases, watching the flush on the other’s cheeks increase with every word.

Sirius throws his arms around him, pulling him closer once more, and tucks Remus’ head safely under his chin. It does feel strange having him be able to fit in his arms so easily, but Sirius is going to enjoy it as long as he can. He’s going to enjoy Remus in any shape, length and form he can have him.

#send me more!#ill get to all of them eventually #wolfstar #my writing

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