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summary: remus should be in his bed, trying to sleep. but instead you snuck him into yours. luckily, though, he's happy to be here.

-> remus lupin x gn!reader, supposed to be a part two to this fic, but can be read as a stand alone, set in like a few weeks later, established relationship, clingy!remus, he is very much smitten, reader is as down bad as he is though ( yes, you're not safe /j ), loads of kisses, this is actually sickeningly sweet so be warned, word count: 1,192

[ 🎧‧₊˚ ] — ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

You have Remus wrapped around your finger.

Curfew was supposed to be an hour ago. Remus was supposed to be in bed right now, trying to sleep, but instead he’s in yours. And he’s happy to be so. Because despite how much he denies it, Remus knows that he’d rather be with you than toss and turn on his own bed, mind whirling with thoughts. Why dream about being with you, when he can make it a reality?

You close the curtains of your canopy bed, laying down beside your boyfriend. The room is quiet, your roommates are fast asleep, which you should probably be as well. But Remus is here, and you can’t fathom closing your eyes when his pretty face is by your side.

“I have to say, I didn’t think you’d agree on doing this.” You prop yourself onto your elbow, turning to your side to look at Remus. He shifts his gaze to you, eyebrows going up, you find this strangely adorable about him. It reminds you of a dog turning its eyes to the side. “I didn’t as well.” He mimics your pose, a dopey smile on his face. And now that you’re facing each other, you run your other hand through his messy curls, and he lets out a sigh. “Keep doing that and I might fall asleep.” His voice is low, raspy and evidently sleepy, yet he’s still obviously fighting it.

“Go ahead, we have the whole morning to plan our date tomorrow.” Remus shakes his head, pulling you closer to him by the waist. You’re once again laying down on your back, laughing quietly when he dips his face on your neck. “I don’t like it when you agree with me sometimes.” He mumbles against your skin, tickling you. “Remus, you’re the one always telling me to sleep early.” You say in between laughs, he lets out a noise from the back of his throat akin to a whine. And you have to bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing too loud. Remus tends to get clingy when he’s sleepy, and this was a perfect example of it.

“.. wanna go to honeydukes?”

Minutes pass by, you’re surprised to hear that Remus is still awake. But barely so, when his words are almost incoherent. Pulling away from him takes all the strength from you, thanks to his unmovable grip. And the way he wants to make this a struggle for you. “Tomorrow? We can, but I don’t think they have anything new. Did you run out of sweets?” Remus looks up at you, eyes narrowed as if you’d just done him the biggest betrayal by moving a couple of inches away. But then he nods his head, and you give his forehead a kiss as an apology.

“You know, you should really sleep-”

“Maybe we can give Madam Puddifoot’s a try.” You raise a brow, skeptical. Remus didn't hate the shop, but he certainly didn't like it either. Especially when it would get all cramped up inside. And your boyfriend, with his long legs, just can't handle that. “Remus, you must really be sleepy if you’re seriously suggesting that.” He shrugs, looking down. “Wont hurt, right?” You sigh. It wouldn't but you’re still unconvinced.

“I guess so. We can go there if we’re not tired from walking around.”

“Lily said it wasn't so bad.” You hum, fingers brushing through his hair once again. “Never said it was, lover boy.” Remus seems to melt from your touch, and words, as his grip on your waist loosens. He can't hide being all mushy when you’re this gentle with him. “I never said it was too.” You watch his eyes close, as he speaks mid-yawn.

“You never did. But I could tell.” You lean down to press another kiss on his forehead, this time letting it stay there until you fall asleep. Both your heart beats slowing down in sync.

Remus wakes up earlier than you. He’s groggy, vision still getting used to the light from your lamp, as he lifts himself up. Your roommates have left for breakfast it seems, as he takes a peek from behind one of the curtains and sees no one else. When he looks back at you, you’re beginning to stir. “Hey, it's alright, you can go back to sleep.” Remus removes his side of the blanket from him, only to pull it much closer to you. “Where are you going?” You ask, eyes fighting to open, he smiles finding it adorable. “Bathroom. You can sleep, it's still early. I can grab us breakfast–” You shake your head, sitting up.

“I’ll come with you.”

“.. To the bathroom?” He asks, genuinely bewildered. A short exhale of breath comes out of you, cracking up at his misunderstanding. His smile widens too when he realizes. “No, downstairs, for breakfast. You perv.” A breathy laugh slips out of Remus, as he leans down to kiss your cheek. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not a pervert.” You’re all smiley when you meet his eyes, and suddenly you want him gone before he sees you get all embarrassed.

“You're insufferable. Just go.”

“You love me, though.” His tone takes a lower turn, kissing you down your neck. “That I do, but Remus..” You drawl, having to reluctantly push him away before he gets distracted. And now he’s looking at you all beady eyed, lovesick, and messy hair. Which he knows is your biggest weakness. Because Godric knows you can't argue with a man with big beautiful brown eyes. It's an actual madness!

“Go to the bathroom, Lupin.”

“Fine, fine. I won't take too long, promise.” You let Remus go as he pulls away, heading to the bathroom, but right after he pulls you in for another kiss.

“Well, at least some people looked like they slept well.” You hear Sirius grumble once you reach the Gryffindor table. Both him and James look worse for wear, compared to Peter who seems like his usual self. You share a glance with Remus, sitting down. “What happened?” You ask, leaning closer to inspect both your friends. They look like they haven't slept at all.

“James has been planning this surprise for Lily’s birthday. And now he even has me involved.” Sirius groans, exhausted, putting his head down on the table. You turn to look at James but he seems engrossed with a book you’ve seen Lily read before. And suddenly you don't feel like intervening anymore.

“Do you wanna know something?” Remus leans closer to you, and you respond by tilting your head towards him. “I’m glad I slept in your dorm last night.” You nudge him by his side, playfully, with a huge grin on your face.

“Are you going to thank me for that?”

“Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging for this heroic thing you’ve done.” You didn't think that sneaking Remus out from his dorm would ever be a good idea, but here you are. And looking at the circumstances, he might just have to start moving some of his stuff into your trunk soon.

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guess who's working on a draft for part two

summary: remus thinks you're way out of his league. but, to his own surprise, you're here to prove him wrong.

-> remus lupin x gn!reader, just remus yearning & pining, swearing (because, cmon, its remus), inspired by role model's song (with the same name), word count: 1,503

Remus first met you during one of his Herbology classes. Where you helped him with his trouble with the Venomous Tentacula plants. The teethy little bastards annoyed him to no extent—his words—but you had come to his aid and stunned them every time they tried to bite him. He really wanted to make it up to you then, but you insisted. And you never really crossed paths again.

Until James barged into their common room, with you following behind him. Remus noticed you immediately and his breath caught. Turns out James knew you, he had for a while. Ever since he was paired with you for a Charms homework. And you have apparently taught him how to make a flower crown. Which was why James traveled from the courtyard to his common room, just to show his friends the ones you both made.

Remus didn't exactly know how they got you to start hanging out with them. One day you just sat next to them during lunch, and now they’re adding you to every weekend plans that they have. Remus’ friends accepted your addition to the group as if it was just any other day. But for him, it felt quite a lot.

Not to sound like he doesn't like you, it's actually quite the opposite.

Remus could go on with a list about why you're the sweetest person he has ever met. But that’d be never ending, which is probably why he’s in his bed right now, moping to himself about why you just have to be so out of his league. And this was purely coming from after he saw you interacting with Amos Diggory. Even though he probably just asked you a question. Remus shivers at the thought, embarrassed by his own jealousy. He was barely even eating the chocolate you’d given him this morning, having lost the appetite.

Merlin, how did you get him to act like this? He wasn't even supposed to be this miserable so early in the month. And yet here he was curled up in his bed, hiding himself under his blanket, as he let his guilt eat him up. You did look comfortable talking to Amos, though. He wonders if you ever looked at him that way too. If you feel comfortable talking to him at all.

A whine emits from the back of his throat, as he buries his face on his pillows. He was fucked, definitely fucked. You’re too good for him, you deserve someone better. But then he didn't like the image of seeing you with somebody else. So what the fuck is wrong with him?

“Remus? Hey, Moons.” He hears James’ voice as he comes in, closing the door behind him. The curly haired boy comes into Remus’ view with a wide smile, which falters when he sees his friend looking like.. shit. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?” James sits down next to him, eyebrows furrowed, worried. Remus sighs, his mood completely shifted now that James is here. After all, it's hard to wallow in your self-pity when you’ve got company.

“Nothing, I just woke up. What’d you need?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James, I am quite certain.” Remus presses on, and James lifts his hands up in mock surrender. So, he starts talking about how he’s playing a board game with Sirius and Peter downstairs, and asks Remus if he wants to join. Which he originally said no to, but then James mentioned you’re also downstairs. So, now Remus is making his way down to the common room, following James’ steps.

Did he just spend the last couple of minutes crying about you? Yes.

Was he about to miss an opportunity to be with you? No.

Is he pathetic and a coward? Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely.

And turns out, the only way out of his miserable, depressing, and guilty state is you. You and the sweater you're wearing, that looks oddly similar to his. “Hi, Remus.” You smile once you see him—and it's so bright you might as well put the sun into shame—and he sits down next to you on the sofa.

You must’ve sensed that something's up with him, as you immediately rest your head on his shoulder. And he welcomes it, completely melting once you’re in near proximity. You don’t talk, you don't ask him any questions, you just sit there and offer him your comfort—silently. And maybe that’s just what Remus needs. A moment where he could turn his mind off, and don't let his thoughts consume him.

In a span of an hour, you managed to convince Remus to walk outside. And maybe it's just him trying to distract himself, but he’s pretty sure you might have Legilimency. Because why else would you take him to the Black Lake to see the sunset? If you didn’t know, he felt absolutely horrible? But, on a more serious note, you’ve always been spontaneous. And he likes that about you. Especially, when you pay attention to him so much that you know when things start to feel off.

Things like this, it makes him think if he really does have a chance with you or not.

“This is yours, by the way.” You admit, pulling on his sweater that you’re wearing while looking up at him, expectantly. And his eyes widened. “How?” He seems much more amused than you expected. “I was cold earlier, and this was the first thing Sirius gave me.” Remus raises his brow at the mention of Sirius’ name. “I asked him where he got it, and he said you let him borrow it.” Then you let out a laugh, finding it ridiculous. “Which I was suspicious about, but I didn’t ask him again.”

Fuck, Remus knew exactly why Sirius gave his sweater specifically to you.

“Looks like I have to talk to him about stealing my things.” You smile, glancing up at him and then down on the ground. He watches you kick a few pebbles to the lake, as a comfortable silence falls into you both. Then you say his name, and he hums, meeting your gaze once again.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” It's sudden, and he doesn't exactly know where it came from, but Remus appreciates your sentiment. More than so, when he finds your hand inching closer to his. And he’s never been brave enough to initiate the first move, yet here is, intertwining his hand with yours.

“Is this alright?” Remus whispers, voice coated with uncertainty. He’s already bracing himself to pull away, expecting the worst. But you tighten your hold, pulling him closer to you. “More than alright.” You assure him, lifting the weight off his shoulders. And he thinks this is the most convinced he’s been that he might have a chance with you. Because, all this time—as pathetic as it sounded—he would only wish for something to happen.

So, what if he did sneak into the Divination classroom, and tried to look into a crystal ball to see if there’s a future with the both of you together? He was desperate! Okay? He wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the nagging voice inside his mind.

But it seems that he no longer has to come up with such desperate measures. As the universe presents with something more interesting. “Can I tell you something, Remus?” You ask, and he nods his head in response.

“I’ve liked you for so long. And this isn't exactly how I imagined I’d tell you–”

“You like me?”

He didn't really mean to interrupt you, but his mind may have short circuited the moment he heard the words ‘I like you’ . You look at him, baffled as to why he’s acting like this is a new discovery. Which it is, for him.

“Wait. You didn't know?” He shakes his head, and you cover your mouth in surprise. “How come? I thought I’d made it so obvious?” You really did think so. I mean, you’re wearing his sweater for Merlin’s sake! But, typical Remus, he’d rather assume the worst than ever think you had the same intentions as him.

“There might’ve been, uhm, some slight issues with the transmission, perhaps?”

“You mean you really didn't have a clue?” He nods his head, and you can't help the sudden laugh that comes out of you. “Did you tell James or Sirius?” Remus asks, and you nod your head. “I told both of them.” He gawks at you, before looking away to run a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.

“Is that bad? That I only found out about it now?” You shake your head, things were already going the different direction, anyway.

“No, not at all.”

Maybe this isn't how the both of you expected for things to go. Remus thought you’d never like him back, but here he is pulling you closer after you just told him otherwise. And he felt the strong urge to really make it up to you this time.

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summary: james is, and will always be, the light of the group. but who's the one to lift him up when it's him feeling down?

-> james potter x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, james is a very appreciative boy, reader is james' comfort person, teeth-rotting-sickenly-sweet couple things, word count: 893

James’ bed is comfy as you lay down and bury yourselves underneath his fluffy blanket. All while you can hear the faint sounds coming from the party downstairs, in the common room. Earlier, this afternoon, James rushed to you with no explanation whatsoever. He just went straight to your arms, after you barely stepped foot in the Grand Hall. And now here you are, massaging his scalp as he lays his head on your chest. You’re almost convinced he’s asleep, if it isn't for him tapping you on the arm when you stop.

Your other friends are downstairs, probably enjoying the party, and James would normally be there as well. But he felt really off today, he said. He woke up early—just like any other day—but had to drag himself out of bed. Which was quite unusual since he had always been a morning person. But then his body just didn't feel right, every muscle just felt heavy. He wasn't in pain, he was just exhausted.

James got through his morning schedule, but that was until lunch came, and he really couldn't deal with it anymore and had to see you immediately.

You could say it's an automatic response between the both of you. That whenever someone feels tired they would always find rest within the other one’s presence. And, currently, James really needs yours.

“I think I’m just overwhelmed..” James mumbles, his face against your collarbone. You can feel his heart beating in sync with yours, and it makes this moment a little more intimate. “Well, you have been juggling your responsibilities.” You say, averting your gaze down at him. Your boyfriend indeed has become busy ever since he became the head boy. And it's impressive how well he’s dealing with so much on his plate, especially when he’s also the captain of the Quidditch team. But you wouldn't discredit him for becoming overwhelmed. At the end of the day, he’s also just human.

“I shouldn't be so down, huh? I mean other people have it bad too.” You let out a hum, moving your hand down on his back, and he melts into your touch. You’ve told him plenty of times before, that just because he was given these responsibilities, doesn't mean that he should prioritize himself last. He’s just as important as keeping the students in line, or winning the Quidditch cup. “James, I don't think that’s how it works. No matter what it is, you shouldn't invalidate yourself. And you’re burnt out, you should allow yourself to rest. Do you understand?” James nods his head, a small smile gracing his features.

“What would make you feel better? Do you want to talk about it some more?” He shakes his head, pressing his palms flat on the mattress beside you, and lifting himself up. You tilt your head to the side, watching him manoeuvre his body, so he’s face to face with you. “I’m already starting to feel better, angel.” You smile, his hand cupping your cheek as he pulls you in a kiss. Your whole body flushes, your cheeks warm as you kiss James back. And it's sweet, even passionate, maybe because of how emotional the both of you feel right now.

His other hand travels down from your arm and down to your waist, pulling you closer to him, before he pulls away from the kiss.

“Don't tell Sirius, but I’m sort of glad I ditched the party.”

“James.” You laugh, breathless, and he smiles while admiring you. He thinks you’re the prettiest like this. Still a little flushed from kissing, all soft and endearing, it makes all his bad days more worthwhile. He misses you already, even though you're still here.

“I don't say this a lot, but I’m grateful that you’re always here for me.”

“You do say that a lot, Jamie.”

“Oh, well, then I won't get tired of telling you how grateful I am for always being there for me.” You're by the stairs now, just near the Gryffindor common room, after the both of you got bored and decided to sneak out. You couldn't get far though, initially headed for the kitchen, as Flinch is currently doing his rounds near the area. And you can't really risk detention.

“Alright, lover boy, you can thank me all you want.” You can tell he was slowly coming back to his usual self. The random compliments, getting overly affectionate and emotional—although he’s been unable to keep his hands off of you since earlier—and, of course, being all smiley.

“Thank you, really, I mean it.” He rests his head on your shoulder, as if he couldn't be much closer to you. You don't even have to look to know that he’s currently staring at you with doting eyes. Though, to be fair, you do look at him the same way. “If it wasn't for you, I don't think I'd be able to have time for myself.” And it's the truth. You make his miserable days much better.

“I think that was more of a collaborative work between us.” James watches you place a kiss on his forehead. “But you’re always welcome.”

Moments like this reminds James just how important you are in his life. And if it's his lifelong fulfilment to appreciate you for everything, then consider it will be done.

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summary: sae-byeok finally meets you, the kind caretaker cheol has been telling her about.

-> kang sae-byeok x fem!reader, fluff, au without squid game, meet cute, reader works at cheol's daycare, sae-byeok being a little softer than usual (ooc? maybe?), sae-byeok lowkey finding the reader pretty (I live and write for lesbians), word count: 980

[ 🎧‧₊˚ ] — there she goes by sixpence none the richer

The wind chime makes a melodic sound as Sae-byeok enters the convenience store, with the purpose of getting Cheol his daily treat. She had just finished her shift for today and was feeling rather lucky. After all, it was also her pay day, and with that means she had extra money to spoil Cheol with whatever he wanted. And knowing her little brother, Sae-byeok wastes no time and beelines her way to the ice cream freezer.

She slides it open, looking down at her options. Cheol wasn't really picky, he would eat any flavor Sae-byeok gave him. But he was particularly fond of ice cream cones, especially the vanilla ones. And so she grabs one and gets herself a popsicle. When she turns, however, she bumps into somebody. A string of apologies falls out of the person, as they bend down to pick up the things that have fallen.

Sae-byeok, somehow feeling a little nicer than usual, follows and grabs a few of their items. One of which was a small packet of tissues. And when she goes to pick it up, her hand accidentally collides with the other person’s. That’s when Sae-byeok looks up and meets your gaze. Her heart stutters for a bit.

You’re pretty… close. Pretty close to her.

“Uhm, excuse me.” Your voice is quiet, Sae-byeok doesn't hear it, not until you clear your throat that she snaps out of whatever trance you’ve placed her in. “Sorry.” She mumbles, handing you the tissue packet and lifting herself up. You let out a chuckle, the tips of her ears start to feel a little warmer. “It's fine. Thank you.” Sae-byeok nods in response, feeling a little too tongue-tied to say anything. You move past her to the cashier and leave her wondering just what exactly happened.

That was certainly a unique impression to leave, for someone she’s never going to meet again.

Cheol hasn't stopped talking about his caretaker since Sae-byeok stepped inside the orphanage. It was sweet, really, definitely a preferable change from a few months ago—when Cheol would barely talk to her about his day. And now he was even making a few friends.

“Noona, your ice cream..” Cheol points at her popsicle, currently melting down her wrist. Sae-byeok looks down and lets out an annoyed scoff, before lifting the sleeve of her jacket to wipe it. That’s when a hand comes into her vision, offering a tissue. “You can have this.” Sae-byeok looks up and her heart flutters. It's you, from the convenience store earlier.

Cheol says your name, exclaims it even, as he stands up and pulls on your own sleeve. “This is my sister!” He says, giddy, meanwhile Sae-byeok grabs the tissue you offered her and uses it to wipe away the sticky stain the popsicle left on her wrist.

She couldn't believe it, I mean what are the odds, right? That the person she bumped into earlier happens to be the object of her little brother’s affection. Looking at you, though, Sae-byeok was starting to get it.

You're as sweet as Cheol was making you out to be.

You’re sitting next to her now, on one of the benches, as Cheol went off to play with one of his friends. Sae-byeok doesn't know why but she feels a little more nervous than usual. “Sae-byeok, right?” You ask, an attempt to start a conversation, and she wasn't about to leave you hanging. Sae-byeok nods her head. “Yeah, I’m sure everyone has told you.” She tries to look at you, but when your eyes meet, she ends up looking away. You aren’t even close to her, yet you still manage to make her feel light-headed.

She says your name, you perk up. “You know me?” You look genuinely surprised that it makes Sae-byeok raise a brow. How can she not? You’re all that her brother can talk about. But, maybe you really didn't know. “Cheol talks about you a lot.” You nod your head, still surprised, but a smile starts to form on your lips. And it makes her heart flutter once again.

So, what if she thinks it's nice to see you smile? It can't really mean anything..

“Same with you. Cheol was really adamant for me to meet you. He said you’d like me.” You watch as both of Sae-byeok’s eyebrows rise, catching you off guard. Did you say something wrong? Was that too soon to say?

“Uhm, I mean, he said you’d appreciate me for taking care of him.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I do.” She watches you bite your lip, nervously. Did she make things awkward? Maybe she shouldn't have reacted like that. What was she supposed to do? You said it so out of the blue. She definitely ruined the moment, and maybe blew off her chances too.

“You’re not so bad.” Sae-byeok hums, when you start speaking again. “I was really nervous. The others keep telling me you were intimidating, that they can’t really approach you.” Your lips start to curve upward once more. And Sae-byeok starts to consider that maybe, just maybe, this really was starting to mean something to her.

“Am I?” She asks you. Now, Sae-byeok really isn't the one to care about how people perceive her. She’s been called plenty of things in her life, and yet here she was asking if you found her intimidating or not. When you shake your head, it's somehow reassuring for her.

“I think there’s a chance we’d get along.” Your words manage a small grin out of her, as her eyes glint with a certain amusement, and curiosity.

“You think so?”

“I do, I’m quite convinced so.”

Looks like she didn't blow off her chances after all. Sae-byeok thinks, as she offers to get you a drink from a vending machine nearby.

You have to start from somewhere, right?

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