legolaspinkbow

[legolaspinkbow]

Redraw of an older sketch I did. Galadriel and Arwen taking a stroll

[legolaspinkbow]

i’m all emotional now

[legolaspinkbow]

Imagine oblivious!reader used to having affectionate friends, so when Jason Todd started to be affectionate with reader, they thought it was normal. Meanwhile, Jason thinks they're officially together without it being said and thinks reader understands.

It starts with a simple hug, hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, and soon they start living together. While this is going on, reader is just thinking, "Oh wow, Jason's being so affectionate. It probably means he trusts me deeply as a friend!" And for the living together part, she assumes it's so they can save rent by sharing an apartment.

Skip to 3 months later, where Jason finally kisses reader for the first time. Reader is confused about why he did that while Jason is happy that he finally found the courage to kiss reader.

---------------------------------------------------

A/N: Some random imagine I thought while trying to sleep. I might start coming back again in writing imagines and maybe even actual fanfics. I just need to create a navigation for my blog and other things that I'm too lazy to start yet. 💀

[legolaspinkbow]

I love to imagine love at first sight with Jason Todd but i just know that man has the meanest rbf and it would take some time to figure out that that's just his face and he's not angry before the whole love thing can come into effect.

[legolaspinkbow]

── PAINTING NAILS ,, multiple

characters: kara zor-el, jason todd, dick grayson, roy harper (fem!reader)

★ summary— painting their nails.

★ notes— i saw kara's nails painted in blue in one comic and got inspired.

★ warnings— none i think.

KARA ZOR-EL

she watched you with passion in her blue eyes. she was filled with pride as if you just discovered a new element. but in reality, you were just painting her nails.

you were so focused on her nails since you tried so hard not to ruin it. you weren't an expert at painting another person's nails, and you mentioned that before you started. kara didn't care if it was bad, she loved having her nails painted by you.

"this shade of blue is so you, kara." you murmured. your voice was low as you gave all your strenght into painting her nails, as if that was the last thing you were doing. "it fits you so well."

"is that so?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"yeah," you said slowly as you finished painting her pinkie. you pulled yourself back to take a look at you masterpiece.

"thank you," she said lovingly. she looked at her nails for a very long time. "it looks amazing. i love it."

"you do?" you took her hand in yours, careful not to touch the polish. "it looks so wobbly on some parts, tho."

"who cares? they can only see that if they have kryptonian eyes."

"you have kryptonian eyes." you pouted as you closed the nail polish.

"yeah, well, i love it, so no problem." she kissed your cheek. "come on, it's my turn now."

JASON TODD

jason tried to look and sound not so interested but deep down, he was. he watched you tentatively while you painted your nails red. (intentional, he said. you denied.)

when you looked up from your nails, he turned his head to the tv which was on for no one to watch. he thought he was being discreet, but you caught him.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked.

jason turned his head to you again. "what? i'm watching tv."

"yeah, sure, todd. so believable." you laughed as you turned back to your nails. "if you want your nails painted, you can nicely ask. i'd say yes."

jason thought about that. he should say yes. he must do that. he must let his intrusive thoughts win and have his girlfriend paint his nails.

and that was why he said, "can we do that in black?"

"of course." you said. "i have one in my room." when you felt jason did not move you look up at him. he was looking at you with fierce eyes. you got that quick. "i meant our, jay. you're such a baby." she smirked. "a big baby."

"i'm gona get that paint." he got up, murmuring something about the room. that made you laugh. he really was a big baby.

by the time he came back, you were already finished with you hands. you two waited for your nails to dry for a few minutes. meanwhile, you asked him about patrols, his family, and what he did today. you didn't let him turn those questions to you. it was about him.

"okay," you said. "give me your hands." you started with his tumb after he had his hand closer to you, fingers wide open for you to do it better. "you have massive hands, jay."

"you love 'em."

"so much."

DICK GRAYSON

"babe, what about me?" you saw him pout. he was so ready to have his nails painted but you couldn't see that excitement.

"what do you mean?" you asked, frowning with confusion.

"my nails. what about them?"

"oh," you just said. "sorry, i didn't realize you were eager to paint your nails with me." you sat down next to him and held out your hand.

"thay's okay." he looked at your now dried nails, "i wanna match, babe. paint mine blue, too."

you got to work immediately. starting from his thumb, you painted his nails in blue. "it suits your eyes," you said as you left a few seconds to admire him. "dick, stop moving your hand."

"sorry, sorry." he didn't dare move at that point. "you do it like it's sacred job to you. you should open a nail saloon or something."

"nah, i'm good to have you as my only client."

"how do you want me to pay."

you thought for a moment. it was weekend, fast but quiet. the only time of the week you both had long breakfasts together. "pancake. with raspberries and banana and strawberry. you gotta buy strawberries, we don't have any left."

"we bought some yesterday."

you shrugged. "you want your nails done?"

"yes ma'am." he answered with a serious face.

"then do as i say."

he nodded and then tickled your side with his other hand. "dick!" you pushed yourself back. "you ruined your nails, baby."

he took a look. you accidentally painted his middle finger when he tickled you. he smirked as he raised his middle finger. "it's a fancy one."

you smcaked his arm. "i hate you."

"nope," he said, placing his hand back. "you love me too much for that."

ROY HARPER

when roy came home, the only sound coming was his daughter's laughter and his girlfriend's voice. he was happy to see them get along well together. lian was not a hard kid but when it came to his daddy having girlfriends, she could be stubborn.

but she loved you. she even declared she loved you more than he did.

when he saw you two sitting in the living roomm, painting nails, he smiled to himself. "what are you two doing?" he asked. you looked at him at the same time. lian waved her hand at him.

"daddy, we're painting our nails." she showed her little nails. "look i have different colors."

"it's pretty." he got closer, got on his knees beside the couch to take a look.

"you are getting on the light's way, roy. i can't see her nails properly." you said as you pushed him. he scooted over.

"fine, woman." he kissed your cheek. "is this the only welcome i'll get."

"yes." you kissed his cheek back. thenhe kissed lian's cheeks, both of them, while she laughed and tried to get away.

"stop it, daddy, we are doing important stuff."

"yes, roy, it's our bonding time."

he faked a shocked face, "what? without me?"

lian only shrugged to that, "you weren't home."

"so it's your loss."

lian looked at her dad, he looked upset. she patted his cheek with her hand that had colorful nails. "it's okay, daddy, we can count you in now that you're home."

"thank you, sweetheart."

"what color should your daddy have, lian?" you asked her. she may have not hear it but roy heard the mischief in your voice.

"he should have like mine!"

"that is a great idea." roy looked at your sage green nails. and then lian's nails that included red, blue, green, purple and pink.

"i can paint one hand and you the other." she toold you.

"and then it's bed time." roy said and she didn't disagree this time. he held out both of his hands. lian took the purple one while you took the blue.

"are you ready, harper?"

"yes, do your bests, girls."

after finishing and waiting for his nails to dry, he put lian to bed. he didn't take them off for a week.

۶ৎ i feel like i should've written for more characters but anyways...

[legolaspinkbow]

I’m totally on board with the “Jason Todd cries during his first time” so I propose this, you both cry.

Now, if someone is writing a fic like this or knows of one, pretty please point me in the right direction. <3

[legolaspinkbow]

[legolaspinkbow]

during the time Jason was trying to kill Bruce/Pre bruce figuring out Jason was resurrected

Jason, with burner phone: I’ll make you pay for what you did to me

Bruce: New phone. Who dis?

jason: someone who hates you

Bruce: a lot of people hate me

Jason: the person who hates you the most.

Bruce: there’s only one person arrogant enough to think they hate me the most….

Bruce: Benny from 6th grade

Jason: what? No—im the face that haunts you every time you close your eyes. Your greatest failure

Bruce: Ace

Bruce: My dog that Benny killed in 6th grade

Jason, under his breath: the fuck do rich people in 6th grade?

Jason: can a dog text you dumbass? Fuck your dead dog! What is wrong with yo—

Bruce: there’s no need to insult my dog! This would all be easier if you just told me who you are

Jason: who would threaten to kill you

Bruce: a lot of people

Jason: well i will be the one to actually do it so be prepared old man—im coming

Bruce: would you mind being quick about it? I’m going to Disney land with my kids next week and I would like this to be settled before then

Jason:… you’re going to Disney land?

Bruce: yeah, I take the kids there every now and then—just for a little family bonding, y’know show them I love them and everything

Jason:… you never took me to Disney land

Bruce:…. It’s a family pass

[legolaspinkbow]

headcanon that the batfam are so used to new additions by now that

Bruce: *talking to Duke about one of Clark’s kids* he’s of passable intelligence— Jason: *walking by the doorway* WE GOTTA CODE BLACK dick, from somewhere deeper within the mansion: *rings bell* CODE BLACK EVERYONE CODE BLACK Steph: shit, do we even have another room?? Tim: *grabbing a sledgehammer* if we don’t already, we will soon Damian: I request, father, that the new addition be put through, at minimum, a basic test Cass: an intelligence test? Damian: no a personality quiz. I’m tired of being surprised I want our interactions to be mapped out from the start. Bruce: Bruce: I’m not adopting him Alfred: *raises brow as he sets down tea* I’m sure. Bruce: I WAS TALKING ABOUT CLARK’S KID Alfred: the parvity of how much that changes things is honestly astounding, sir

[legolaspinkbow]

[legolaspinkbow]

petition to give battinson a robin in batman 2 pspsps

[legolaspinkbow]

explanation as to why in my previous comic Dink refers to Tim as "Bitty" (featuring tim's ability to spawn out of nowhere) <3

[legolaspinkbow]

I think its funny that some people paint Jason and Tim as like mortal enemies when in the comics they act like this

Jason calls him "Timbers" and is like "yeah he's the only brother I can tolerate atm"

Like they genuinely respect each other. Don't get me wrong, I see the angst potential with these two, but also so much of their dynamic is just a typical sibling relationship.

[legolaspinkbow]

For your baby blurbs 😳 if it so pleases u can you please do reader making Eddie cum in his pants and he’s just absolutely gobsmacked abt it

why would u do this to me (i love you) sorry its not a baby

fem!reader 1k words SMUT WARNING 18+ ONLY

It starts with a kiss, as it usually does. He's kissing you to the point of bruising, hands at your waist to hold you still. You always squirm when you get like this as if you're struggling to deal with how hot and bothered you are. 

Eddie feels similarly when you take his face into your perfect hands and kiss across his cheek, your lips a heat he can't get enough of as they find his jaw. 

"Pretty boy," you say into his skin, your lips parting and damp as you mouth half-crescents down the column of his throat. "So pretty." 

The amorous twist in your voice sends shocks to his spine and his cock, hard and pressing against the tight fabric of his jeans. 

Your hand moves slowly over his naked chest. You caress him lightly as you start to bite a hickey into his neck. Eddie tips his head to the side and groans at the feeling of your pretty mouth against his skin, how you lick and kiss and suckle over his pulse point. Your hand crawls down and down and down until it's at the waist of his jeans.

"Can I…" you start to ask.

He nods though he's got no clue what you're planning. You rub your nose over the skin you've just scandalised at his throat and move down, setting its twin cruelly into delicate flesh. He has one hand wrapped around the back of your shoulders, tight, and the other at your lower back and creeping down. You giggle as he squeezes soft flesh, your own exploration coming to a head as your fingertips find his aching cock over the tough fabric of his jeans. 

You scratch a fingernail gently down his length. 

"Excited to see me?" you murmur, your tone laid with humour, so beautiful it may as well be mother of pearl. 

You pause your kisses to look down, though it's too dark to really see as you palm his cock, your hand straight and teasingly light. 

"Oh, Eddie," you say. 

He tries to laugh and it comes out strained. He's not far from begging you to touch him, to pull his cock from his boxers and wrap your lips around him. 

You leave quick kisses over his sweaty neck and shuffle down to kiss his shoulder, your hand finally, finally wrapping around his cock. You go at a torturous pace, whispering sweet nothings into his shoulder with a smile. 

"So fucking hot," you tell him, your teeth scraping over his bicep. Goosebumps race down his arms. 

He whimpers and hates himself for it as you pump his cock, the whisper of a touch, not enough and somehow more than; he feels the warm tendrils of a coming climax, the frantic need as his breathing hikes. 

He's panting when you stop touching, his hips rolling restlessly as you move your hand from his aching cock to his cheek. 

"You want me to make you cum?" you ask, looking at him from under your lashes. "You want me to take care of you, Eddie baby?" 

You jut your chin up so your lips are an inch apart. "Let you fuck my mouth? Wanna bruise up my throat, hm?" You smile and give him a small kiss. 

He's panting, fucking fighting for his life because apparently you've been possessed by a sex demon, like a succubus. 

"Or…" you drawl, your thumb rubbing semi circles into his cheek. You push the sweaty hair from his eyes. "Bruise up somewhere else?"

He swallows. He's trembling as you draw your hand down his chest again, scratching over his nipple and then his ribs. 

You pretend to make a decision. "No, I don't think so. Something tells me," you're almost whispering, your eyes practically pouring affection into his own, heavy lidded, "you wouldn't last. Would you? Two seconds in my hot cunt and you'd be filling me up." 

It can't be Eddie's fault that he cums. He grasps your waist in a grip that's crueler than he means and groans loudly, his eyes closing as he pulls you in close to bury his face in your neck.

As soon as you'd mentioned your cunt he was a goner, picturing the gummy heat of your pussy wrapped around his cock, the drag.

You tease the waistband of his jeans. 

"Did you just cum?" you ask, like you know the answer. 

"Fuck," Eddie groans, feeling hot all over. 

"Well, I wanted to," you joke, leaning back in the circle of his arms with an exuberant smile on your face. 

"You're so fucking sweet," he says, struggling to catch his breath. "Fuck. I'm sorry, babe, but you're a fucking dream. Shit." 

He's out of his mind. You'd barely touched him. You'd barely touched him. Eddie knows he must be blushing, cheeks pink with pleasure and the tiniest bit of embarrassment. 

You start to giggle, devious peels of laughter that scare him and excite him as you kiss his blushing cheeks, one then the other, his face cradled in your hands. 

"Did it feel good, sweetheart?" you ask him, tucking the hair behind his ears. 

You're goading him. He likes to be goaded. You shriek as he pins you down to the bed, his cock sensitive as it pushes down into you, rubbing up into your crotch as he lowers his face to yours. 

"'Bout as good as I'm gonna make you feel, sweetheart," he promises, dipping until his lips touch your cheek. Your skin is hot – you're not as collected as you'd made out. "What did you say? Bruise up somewhere else?" He grinds down into you until you gasp. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes," you whisper. 

He pulls back and watches your throat bob. Despite what he's said, he's decided he's going to be very, very nice to you tonight. It's only fair. 

[legolaspinkbow]

let me be useful ୭̥⋆*｡

/☆ jason todd x reader. mdni, mentions of sex, mentions of free use

The two of you were tangled in the sheets, skin still slick from having sex together the past hour. Your body was loose and warm, already sinking into that blissful afterglow, but Jason wasn’t.

You could feel it in the way he kept shifting, like he couldn’t get comfortable. He lay flat on his back, arm thrown across his face as though he could hide from you, his chest still rising and falling too fast for someone who was supposed to be winding down.

You never try to pressure him to talk to you or to show you something. It took him over a month to show you his scars and even now says that you don't like them. You actually love them and you always take your time to leave kisses between them.

You turned your head, watching him. “You’ve been tense all night,” you murmured, breaking the silence. You started tracing lines along his bicep, making him shiver a little.

His lips curved in a humorless smirk, though you couldn’t see it fully from under his arm. “I’m fine.”

You nudged his side with your knee. “No, you’re twitchy. What’s wrong?”

He let out a rough laugh, but it caught in his throat. “You’re too damn observant, you know that?”

“Occupational hazard of dating you,” you teased, but your voice softened. “Talk to me, Jason.”

He groaned quietly, finally dragging his arm off his face. His eyes met yours, stormy and restless. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a roof, debating if he could really make the jump.

“There’s, uh… something I’ve been wanting to say.” His voice was low, almost hoarse. “Something I’ve been thinking about.”

You rolled onto your side to face him fully, propping your head on your hand. “Okay. Say it.”

He ran a hand through his messy hair, jaw tightening. “It’s stupid. You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“I won’t.”

“You might.”

“Jason.” You leaned closer, your hand brushing his chest, grounding him. “There’s nothing you could say that would scare me off.”

He blew out a sharp breath, like he was trying to summon the courage. His fingers tapped against his thigh restlessly, a nervous tic you’d started recognizing.

“Promise you won’t laugh,” he muttered, almost boyishly.

Your lips quirked into a gentle smile. “Promise.”

For a second, he just stared at you, searching your face for some sign that you were bluffing. Then he blurted it out in a rush, the words tumbling over each other like he had to get them out before he lost his nerve.

“Iwantyoutouseme.”

You blinked. “Slow down.”

He groaned, “I want you to use me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy, raw. He immediately groaned and rolled onto his side, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over his face. His voice came muffled: “Fuck, forget I said anything.”

You tugged the pillow away gently, setting it aside. “Jason,” you said softly. “Look at me.”

He resisted at first, but finally turned his head, eyes flashing with nerves. “Yeah, I know how it sounds. Crazy, right? Some big, bad guy like me saying shit like that. Just, forget it. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“Use you?” you echoed, not mocking, just trying to understand.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah. Like… free use, y'know. Whenever you want me. However you want me. No asking. No waiting. I’m just… there for you. Yours. And I know how that sounds, I know it’s—”

“Jason.” You cut him off gently, reaching out to touch his jaw. “It doesn’t sound insane.”

His brows drew together, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you said, and meant it.

He stared at you like you’d just spoken a language he didn’t know. “…You’re not freaked out?”

You smiled faintly. “No. I’m not freaked out. Honestly? I think it’s kind of hot.”

The tips of his ears went red, a rare sight. He tried to cover it with a gruff laugh, but it came out shaky. “Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there until you felt him soften beneath you. “Jay,” you whispered. “You don’t ever have to be nervous about telling me what you want. Not with me.”

His eyes softened at that, but he still looked like he was standing on that metaphorical edge. He searched your face again, voice rough and vulnerable. “And if you… if you change your mind?”

You kissed him again, slower this time, letting your lips say the thing his doubts wouldn’t let him believe. When you pulled back, you murmured against his skin: "Before changing my mind, I'd talk about it with you, babe. But, hey, it doesn't really look like I'm planning to."

Jason exhaled, but it wasn’t steady, it shook, like he didn’t know whether to laugh or crawl out of his own skin. His hands twitched against the sheets, like he didn’t know what to do with them.

You shifted closer, your leg sliding over his, half draping yourself on top of him. He froze under the weight of you, his chest rising against yours. The tension in his body was screaming loud, but so was the way his pulse jumped when your fingers trailed lazily up his ribs.

“Relax,” you whispered, brushing your nose along his jaw before kissing the sharp line of it. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine, remember?”

Jason let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan. “You can’t just say shit like that and expect me to keep my cool.”

“Who said I wanted you to keep your cool?” you teased, lips skimming down to the hollow of his throat. He shivered, his arm sliding around your waist automatically, like he couldn’t not touch you.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing his face into your hair. You felt him tense again, the war inside his head not quiet yet. “I just… it feels so stupid saying it out loud.”

You tilted your head up, watching the way his eyes avoided yours. “It doesn’t sound stupid to me, Jay. It sounds like you trust me. And that’s—” your hand slid down his stomach, slow enough to make him suck in a sharp breath “—sexy as hell.”

He flushed so red you thought for a second he might actually combust. His lips parted, but no words came out at first, only this broken little laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re blushing,” you said smugly, kissing the corner of his mouth again before sucking gently at his lower lip.

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, and his hand fisted weakly in the sheets beside him like he was trying not to grab you too hard. “You’re killing me here.”

“You want me to stop?” you asked, your voice low, dangerous, playful.

His eyes snapped open, wide and panicked. “No! No, don’t stop. Just—” He groaned, covering his face with his hand again. “God, you make me sound like some desperate little shit.”

You slid your palm over his, tugging his hand gently away so you could see his face. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks hot. You kissed him, soft and slow at first, then deeper, your tongue teasing at his until he was groaning into your mouth.

When you pulled back for air, you murmured against his lips, “That’s because you are desperate, baby.”

Jason’s eyes widened, and the sound he made was pure, flustered indignation. “You’re evil,” he muttered, though his hand had slid up your thigh, gripping it like he needed to anchor himself.

“Evil?” you teased, shifting to straddle his hips, feeling how hard he was already against you despite his nerves. “Or just exactly what you want?”

Jason’s head fell back against the pillow, a curse slipping out under his breath. “Fuck. You’re not supposed to be this good at reading me.”

You leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear, whispering, “Good thing I am, huh?”

His breath caught, and for once, he didn’t argue.

masterlist a/n ☆ just a little thing i thought once. maybe i do a part two of you finally using jason during your routine. who knows. jason's art from the beginning by @ciricearts

[legolaspinkbow]

Eddie Munson Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog 𐴱 More Incorrect Tweets

Dividers and Banners by me on my side-blog @dividers-are-us

[legolaspinkbow]

okay, okay, OKAY!

streamer! remus (or whoever you want) and the person he talks to fondly off screen (reader)

omg ok so I loved this prompt soooo much the second I got it and was SO nervous to try because I'm a noob BUT!!! thanks to @prettydaisygirl for her championing me and the help of her streamer!James masterlist for encouraging me to give it a shot!

streamer!Remus Lupin x gf!reader who he's caught mooning over [656 words]

CW: dudes being bros, streaming???, writer's never watched a livestream pls pls pls be chill, fluff

“You son of a b-” Remus huffs, interrupted immediately by Sirius’ bark of laughter.

“Sucks to suck, Moony boy.” 

Remus shakes his head and fights off the smile that flirts at the corners of his mouth. “That was a fuckin’ bitch move, Padfoot.” 

“All’s fair in love and war, lads.” Peter chuckles, causing James to finally clue into what is going on.

“Did you fuckin’ kill my mate, Pads!?” 

prettydaisygirl: uh oh. dad’s mad guys.   butt3rnugg3t: Padfoot went after Prongs’ man l0st0nl1n3: or maybe moony just sucks

“Moony! Moony, wait! I’m coming!” James hollers dramatically; the screen shows Remus wincing in the blue light as he pulls one side of his headset away from his ear. 

“My stats beg to differ, l0st0nl1n3; there’s no need to be jealous.” He replies goodnaturedly, letting the smile quirk one side of his lips upwards as Remus waits for James to revive him. 

suugarbabe: omg did moony just almost smile? butt3rnugg3t: who r u and what have u done w/ moony?

“I’m going fuckin’ barmy dealing with Pads and Prongs; Wormy’s a close call.” He gruffs in response.

“You looooove us.” Peter croons into the microphone, causing Sirius to chuckle. 

“I’m almost there, Moons.” James huffs, sounding out of breath as though he actually did run across a battlefield to come to his dying friend’s aid. “I swear to God I’m almost there.” 

“I’m not holding my breath.” He mutters, movement out of frame by the doorway into his office catching his attention.

He smiles immediately as he lets his headset fall to his shoulders. “What’s that?”

You hold a plate up to Remus’ view, out of sight from the camera as you murmur for Remus’ ears only. “I made you something to eat. Do you want it now or should I put it in the fridge?”

It’s a sandwich, which you’ve paired with some crisps and half of a chocolate muffin. Remus’ traitorous heart pools uselessly in the hollow of his chest. 

“Is that for me?” He asks; his voice a crooning thing that has your timid smile growing ten-fold. 

He vaguely hears someone screeching in his headset. 

“Thank you, dovie.” He says emphatically, standing from his chair and leaning to press a kiss to your lips in thanks; close enough to his desk that he doesn’t have to unhook himself from his set up, far enough away to keep you out of the frame. “Thank you. I’ll beat them soon, swear it.”

You roll your eyes as you hand off the plate, perhaps well aware that Remus is currently dead and reading him for filth. 

“Don’t rush on my account,” you tell Remus with a wink, turning to leave and looking so fucking delectable that he has to stand and ask for one more kiss before he lets you go.

He sits with his plate and puts his headphones back on, watching the comments roll in.

suugarbabe: omg he real smiled prongsontop: better screenshot that, folks. It’ll be the picture on his obituary, the fucker. prettydaisygirl: oh to be spoken to like moony speaks to dove

“You fucker!” James squawks the second Remus’ headphones are back on. “You left me to the fuckin’ vultures!”

“Now, now, Prongs.” Sirius drawls in a bored tone. “Is that any way to speak to your champion overlords?” 

“Overlords,” James scoffs as more comments roll in.

l0st0nl1n3: that’s a stretch. Prongs killed Wormtail and it was 2 against 1

“Thank you, l0st0nl1n3.” James thanks emphatically. “No thanks to Moony boy.”

“Was too busy mooning over his girl.” Peter mumbles as the game starts anew. 

“Fuck off, you wankers.” Remus laughs. 

James grumbles as the teams dissolve once again. “I hope that sandwich is the best sandwich you’ve ever tasted in your life, Moons-”

“It is.”

“-and tell Dove I’m the best teammate in the world and deserve one the next time I’m over.”

“No.” Remus replies without hesitation.

yourusername: consider it done, Prongs.

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.