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hoodie date || Blanny

request: no

pairing: oc!Blake Delgado-Stilinski x Danny Mahealani

content: semi-safe drive up the hill, being in the forest in the evening, gay love, mlm story, picnic date on the hill, laying on the blanket, serious conversations, avoiding fights to whatever it is, fear of breaking up, bad relationships (don't do irl, be an attentive partner)

summary: On third of December, Blake and Danny decide to have a date under the stars. But one thing they aren't sure is, if sharing a hoodie is going to help them. Would that ever be enough for the couple of people too scared to love each other?

based on: ❛ do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? ❜ @nightprompts

“Okay, and we’re here.” Blake spoke up once more. He let go off of the steering wheel, parking the car on the side of the forest. He was glad that they were still able to drive up the hill without getting into some incident. After opening the door and leaving the car, he moved to the other side of it. He held the door on that side open for Danny, even though he was practically standing on the ground by the time the blond has done that.

“Thank you, but maybe let’s grab the bag before it grows legs or something.” When the black-haired man watched his boyfriend open the backseat door and grab their food, a smile spread across his face. He grabbed both of their phones from between the front seats, too. Despite everything, they’d still need them even if they were on a date.

After a bit of the walk, they’ve gotten to the place they’ve seen so many times — whether it was separately or together, but this was most likely one of the views that truly defined Beacon Hills’ forest. And it was so romantic, so breathtaking. Then, they also placed the blanket over the grass close to the big rocks covering the end of the hill. Blake put down the bag with food, just before Danny put their phones next to it. They’ve both taken their seats, and for a few more minutes, neither of them has said anything. They were just admiring the night sky above their city, as if it was the last day that they had with one another.

At some point, the brown-eyed teenager opened the bag to take out different boxes with fruits, pancakes, cakes, and different meals which he has hoped would stay fine for the drive here (and they have). They began to eat the food, not wanting it to go to waste. They still didn’t speak a single word ever since they’ve stopped talking during their drive to the forest. One would think that they were going to have an actual conversation, considering the days and hours they’ve missed out on. The ones during which both of them were too busy, doing other things and not even thinking about hanging out with one another.

“It’s the third of December.” Blake said after a while. His gaze was still focused on the already open boxes spread out on the red blanket. Almost like he was too afraid of rejection, too afraid of messing things up once more. After all, he knew that he was at fault for most of those moments and for their lost closure.

“It is.” Danny replied, partially asking him for confirmation — maybe even some kind of explanation of what he was getting to — and partially just stating this fact as if it was something painfully obvious. Which it was, it is also the first December the Third on which they didn’t seem to get along as well as usually. The first one on which neither of them has given the other one a hoodie, even though it was almost the end of the day.

“Yes.” His voice sounded more stern than he wished it would. It could’ve been just his anxiety, and maybe there was a part of him knowing that none of those actions were worth it at the end. Still, the blond pulled off his navy blouse with ‘boy-kisser’ written across it. He stretched out his arm towards the Mahaelani boy, and he finally looked him right in the eyes. However, what came after disproved of any thoughts that have appeared in his mind.

“Hey, where’s my crazy boyfriend, who knows I love this little tradition too much to not take the blouse for myself?” The black-haired man teased the other one. One of the corners of his mouth rose slightly. Amusement clearly showed in his eyes, in spite of him still being as serious as ever. Because Danny truly cared about him. No matter how many lost date nights without them painting together and eating pizza there would be. His words were carrying the truth, since he changed from his own blouse to the one from Blake, and he gave his own to the other boy, too.

“Sorry.” Blake chuckled, and now that his hand was free, it instinctively went to the back of his head. He ruffled his own hair, before soothing them back down. His shoulders slumped a bit. Despite all of that, he was still watching his lover. There was the same soft, calm look all over his face as whenever he was actually looking at the man. Just like whenever he was even near him, and when he was able to hear his voice. Though, there was no reason to think longer about all of the ways he loved Danny so dearly. There was still food that needed to be, at least mostly, eaten before they could go back home.

Once they have finished their meals and packed the boxes into the bag again, they both laid down on the blanket. The bag was moved to the grass, so they had more space. Blake’s hands were laying on top of Danny’s, and their arms were also touching. Both of them could hear the other one’s soft breaths over the quiet evening. For most of that time, they didn’t want to interrupt the peace they were able to experience. They weren’t sure if it wasn’t going to ruin everything once more. Just like always, they avoided having a fight like fire… Even though, having a more serious conversation and actually explaining why they didn’t have time for dating was more than needed at the moment. Who knows, maybe with one more secret it would all just go ‘boom!’…

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?”

“You do?” Blake recognized the small difference between Danny’s tone, when he was just asking a question and when he was trying to figure out if they agreed. At the same time, he turned a bit to the side. First his face, then anything from the waist down, and his torso was turned last. But he changed his mind, and lifted himself up. He leaned his jaw on one of his hands. His eyes still stayed on the brunet’s face. He was still waiting, with furrowed eyebrows and his head tilted to the side as if on the pure instinct of doing so.

“Maybe… Or maybe I just wish that we were the souls it would fight for. So we could have one more chance to be truly happy with each other.”

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Cutie patootie (I love this art)

I thought Sebastian could look good in a beanie.

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I'M ALIIIIVEEEE!!!!

Just been dealing with some health issues for a while and finally feel well enough to whip up something.

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Peace be upon you. I don't know how to tell you, but I really have never extended my hand to anyone in my entire life, but the war has left us with no money, and my father was seriously injured for the second time, and they can no longer provide for us or work. My big brother was martyred, and we no longer have anyone to help us. Just help us, even with a euro, because it would really help me and I would be grateful to you. The occupation burned our house and our car, and they have left us with nothing in this life. I no longer aspire to collect money to complete my education in medicine because the amount is large, but all I want is to treat my father so that I do not lose him as I lost my brother. Please put yourself in my place as you see the dearest people to you die. Thank you for listening to my story. I hope you do not ignore my feelings.

https://gofund.me/bdfbc1aa

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Today we took our young son to the hospital because he suffers from two holes in his heart, which affects his breathing and causes him pain. I hope that everyone will help us save our young son’s life and donate any amount possible to provide treatment and medicine

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Hello 🙋

My name is Ahmed, I’m 20 years old, and I’m from Gaza City. I used to dream of a peaceful life, completing my education, and getting a job, but the war has turned that dream into something impossible 💔😭. We lived through this massacre in every painful detail, and we are still in pain 😔. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in the north of Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Strip. After we fixed a small room in our destroyed house to live in and start over, unfortunately, the war returned, stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter and no source of income. We have exhausted all our savings during the war. I know that I started my campaign very late, but that’s because there is no other way to help my family 🙏. I am fully confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these difficult circumstances 😔.

I know that the feeling of starting from scratch is painful and frustrating, but I hope to receive any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

https://chuffed.org/project/helpahmedfamily

Even a small donation would have a great impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

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Update🚨🇵🇸🇵🇸

Today, the war in Gaza has stopped after a year and a half, thank God.

We cannot return to Gaza now because we do not have a house or even the travel expenses. Please help me, even a little, so that we can return and I can rebuild my house.

Thanks to anyone who helps even a little 🇵🇸🙏🏼🙏🏼

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I am Kareman Dohan، From besieged Gaza

I record this message in the 21st century, specifically in the year 2025, fully aware and in sound mind. I hereby testify, confess, and declare that a criminal entity—ruled by violent gangs—has revived the horrors of Nazism, and has even surpassed them. For over 600 days, it has committed one of the greatest atrocities of our modern age, in a place called Gaza. They murdered our children before our men, our women before our youth. They destroyed homes, displaced families, and starved the innocent. And this brutal campaign has not stopped—not even as I speak these words. The world today counts more than 8.2 billion people, Yet not a single force has been able to stop the bloodshed, or protect the defenseless.

I call upon every free soul, every conscience still alive, Spread this message far and wide.

Speak up. Act.

Support my people. Support my family.

Let your silence not be another weapon used against us.

Silence is complicity.

Solidarity is a duty.

Donate to my family and my little boy, donation links below the post or by clicking here

Short video of 600 days of war

Donate here🌸:

GoFundMe: Click here

PayPal: Click here

Chuffed: Click here

My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here @gaza-evacuation-funds here My number in post 6

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #640 )✅️

My name is Fatima, a 21-year-old woman🤰.Just one month before the war, I was engaged, dreaming of a warm home and a small family.But the war tore us apart—my fiancé and I were separated between northern and southern Gaza, with no way to communicate💔.

Despite the pain, we held on to hope. Months later, I left my family and joined him.We got married, believing it was the start of a new life.But the bombing returned, and we were displaced again… Now we live in a fragile tent in western Gaza, awaiting the birth of our first child amid conditions unfit for life🥹😭.

I’m pregnant🤰, and my due date is near🥹. I have none of the essentials I need as a mother or even as a human being🙏.We lack everything: medical care, food, clean water, and basic supplies for childbirth and the baby🥲.

I’m not asking for the impossible—just enough to protect my life and my baby’s

Your donation is our only hope🥹😢.

My campaign is new and has not received much support. Please support me and my family.

https://chuffed.org/project/helpfatema

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #640 )✅️

[pancake-lovy]

MY SHAYLA

Please, I'm crying, sobbing... I literally cannot with him

My love for him thanks to this lovely, fantastic, amazing thing overwhelms me in any way it can

I love the love confession here, and the way Spencer is like "I think so", and then reader is like "you know so"

My heart!

“For Science”

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer has a theory. A theory that, apparently, requires kissing you to confirm.

Warnings: Pure fluff, Spencer being an adorable overthinker, lots of nervous rambling, a very sweet and scientific first kiss.

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Spencer is staring at you.

Not just looking—staring. Like he’s running a full-scale analysis of your existence, his brows furrowed, his fingers twitching at his sides.

You glance up from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Spence?”

No response. Just more staring.

“Spencer.” You wave a hand in front of his face. “Earth to genius—are you okay?”

He blinks rapidly, like he’s just now realizing you can see him. “I—yes! Yes, I’m fine. I just—I need to test out a theory.”

You shut your book, intrigued. “Okay?”

“I require your help.”

You grin. “How so?”

Spencer swallows hard, shifts his weight, fidgets like crazy. Then, finally, he looks you dead in the eye and says, “You need to kiss me.”

…

Excuse me?

“I—what?” you stammer, sure you misheard.

Spencer immediately panics. “It’s not—It’s not what it sounds like! I mean—it is what it sounds like, but it’s not—it’s scientific.”

You fold your arms, fighting back a very amused grin. “Oh, really? Enlighten me.”

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Okay. So, there’s a theory that kissing someone you have romantic feelings for releases a surge of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin in the brain, reinforcing emotional bonds and—”

“Spencer.” You interrupt, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Are you saying you think you like me?”

Spencer freezes.

His ears turn pink.

His lips part slightly.

He looks like he just blue-screened.

“I—” He clears his throat. “I have reason to believe that I may… potentially… have romantic feelings for you, but I need empirical evidence to confirm.”

Oh. Oh.

You grin. “And you think kissing me will prove it?”

He nods, nervous. “Yes.”

“Spence,” you whisper, stepping closer. “You do like me.”

“I—” He exhales sharply, eyes flickering to your lips. “I think so.”

You shake your head, smiling. “You know so.”

And then, before he can overanalyze it, you kiss him.

It starts out soft, slow—like you’re giving him time to process. But then Spencer melts into it, his hands finding your waist, his breath hitching as he kisses you back like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.

When you finally pull away, he just stands there—dazed, breathless, utterly wrecked.

“So?” you murmur, brushing a curl from his forehead. “What’s the scientific verdict?”

Spencer exhales, grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I really, really like you.”

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Hi, I am Ahmed from Palestine, from the northern part of Gaza City. I am 33 years old, married, and a father of two children. I live in the Jabalia refugee camp with my family, which consists of 19 members, in a four-story house.

Since the beginning of the war on Gaza on October 7th, life in northern Gaza has been extremely difficult, lacking basic necessities due to the siege imposed by the Israeli army on the northern part of the Gaza Strip. The occupation has blocked food, medicine, water, electricity, and even communication networks. Thousands of airstrikes have been carried out, and hundreds of massacres have been committed, mostly affecting innocent civilians, the majority of whom are children and women. The infrastructure, thousands of homes, and civilian facilities have been destroyed.

On May 12th, 2024, the Israeli army besieged the Jabalia camp for the second time and ordered us to evacuate, informing us that it was a military operation zone and a dangerous combat area. We were forced to leave our homes in the camp and flee under heavy bombardment and intense gunfire, navigating through the rubble and bodies lying in the streets and on the roads. We became homeless, with no food or water. During this difficult siege, I lost two of my brothers, Abdullah, 30 years old, and Atallah, 26 years old, due to random shelling and airstrikes on the camp.

Why am I collecting donations?

After more than 15 months of war, on January 19th, 2025, the ceasefire came into effect, and we returned to the camp to check on our home. However, we were shocked by the extent of the destruction and devastation in the camp. The homes had turned into piles of rubble, and we could no longer recognize the places or roads due to the scale of the damage. Our house was completely destroyed, leaving us homeless. Now, my family and I live in a small tent that is insufficient for the number of family members. It offers no privacy, no bathroom, no kitchen, and it does not protect us from the summer heat or the winter cold. We are living in an overcrowded environment with displaced people, chaos, piles of garbage, and the spread of diseases, especially among the displaced children.

This war has forced us to live in extremely harsh conditions and an environment that is unfit for human life. We continue to suffer every day from the ongoing war, repeated displacement, lack of resources and essentials, fear, pain, and oppression. Not to mention the hardship of fetching water, standing in long queues for basic needs, and struggling to find food—another challenge added to our suffering in this devastating war that is destroying people, buildings, trees, and animals. All of this has exhausted our bodies and deeply affected our mental well-being.

Therefore, I am reaching out to you through this humanitarian platform to help me support my family, rebuild our destroyed home, and contribute to providing the basic necessities of life so that I can live with my family with dignity and freedom.

• How will these donations be used?

1) An apartment will be rented to temporarily house my family until the reconstruction of the destroyed house is completed, as an alternative to a tent, at a cost of $600 per month for at least two years. (An estimated total cost of $14,000 over the two years.)

2) Purchase the basic tools and equipment necessary to furnish the rented apartment at an estimated cost of $5,000.

3) Purchase clothing and basic necessities for all family members at an estimated cost of $6,000.

4) Remove the rubble of the destroyed house and rebuild it at an estimated cost of $140,000.

5) Purchase the tools and equipment necessary to furnish all apartments in the new house at an estimated cost of $35,000.

• How does your donation and support make a difference?

Your support and donation is a noble humanitarian cause that supports and strengthens our resilience during the war. This contribution, even if it is small, will make a huge difference in my life and the life of my family.

Please help us to live in safety and peace, to start over to achieve our ambitions and dreams, and to create a safe environment for our children that will provide them with a bright future.

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my ts4 mods - general

Before we start...

I wanted to point out that earlier on, I've reblogged the cc I've used. I might still be doing that. However, considering the fact that I've been downloading more of them through Elliandra's videos, it'd be easier for me to do it like this.

Right now, I chose to make a short list just of the things I ALWAYS have in my Mods folder, regardless of the household I'm playing (because yes, I have a folder for each different households)

CAS MODS, DETAILS:

Height, hip, and face asymmetry sliders by @luumia

Lashes (N01, N24, N27) by @pralinesims

Eyebrows (02, 03, 05, 10), and Lipstick 02 by @stretchskeleton

Gaia skinblend by @divinecap

Butterish forehead by @lamatisse

Fleur skinblend by lunamoth

Renee Eyes facepaint by flameiyo

Mariana skinblend by @kumikya

Body kit no 2 (stretchmarks 1) by @miikocc

Body presets (Vanya, Sophie, and Mae) by ^

Passion, Supernova nails by @christopher067

CAS MODS, CLOTHES/HAIR:

AxA 2022 set by @aharris00britney

Pikachu slippers by @gloomfish

Lucy hair by @candysims4

Stardrop rings, and Tara jeans by @clumsyalienn

Swimwear Kala, Lani, Oliana by @renorasims

Love Bomb lingerie by @trillyke

Underwear by @ajduckie

Angelista hat by @laeska

Rainbow socks by @sondescent

BUILD MODS:

Study In Style set by @aira-cc

Soap Opera Conditioner/Shampoo by @ravasheencc

Amore Vanity mirror by @arethabee

Nora living stack of books by @myshunosun

GAME(PLAY) MODS:

Meaningful stories by @roburkyplaysthesims

Nap on the table by @simkatu

Game overrides by @ebonixsims

No mosaic/censorship by maxiemason

Map overrides by 20th Century Plumbob

Language barriers by frankk

RPO by lumpinou

Bed Cuddle by thepancake1

Shoe Removal Override by ^

Sims Sessions unlocker by Peco

Faster homework by @littlemssam

Better childbirth by @pandasamacc

MC Command Center by @deaderpoolmc

Ps. If I tagged the wrong creator - I'm sorry, and please correct me

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My heart, it's so sweetly heartbreaking!

Like, you write so well that I truly don't think I'd ever be able to get over it. I simply love reading your stories (...even if it takes me ages to actually do it, but we'll ignore the difference between me liking and reblogging this)

And I adore how protective, caring Sirius was the entire time, and how he just offered to go back home to take care of the reader

would you please do sirius and reader with chronic pain? thank u so much lovely 💖💖

I dont have chronic pain so if there is anything inaccurate or inauthentic please let me know! thank you for your request <3

You know as soon as you wake up that today is not going to be a good day, pain wise. You’re determined anyhow, because Sirius Black has asked you out on a date. Sirius Black. A date. 

You do the things that you can. You shower and feel white hot, dizzy enough to sit on the toilet seat for a long ten minutes afterwards with your head in your hands. You get dressed. You do your hair. You blink away tears, an inescapable panging reverberating through your whole body. Pain and frustration; you’re hurting and you want it to stop, want to go on a simple date with a nice boy without this constant pain.

You laugh to yourself at the thought. A cool boy, you amend your thoughts. 

You’re not dressed well, for the pain or the weather. Still, hours later outside The Charm, Sirius says, “You look killer.”

It’s a pretty pub with dark wooden beams and a huge TV in the corner. From your window seat in a padded booth you can see a gorgeous garden and a small play area with two young kids running and climbing all over. I miss being able to do that, you think. 

Sirius is watching you when you turn back. 

“What?” you ask, smiling. 

He doesn’t smile so much as his eyes close a fraction, heavy black lashes edging his blue, almost grey irises. “Nothing.”

You’re stopped from questioning him further when the waitress comes to take your order. Sirius asks for a lemonade. You don’t expect it of him. 

“It’s quiet in here,” he says. 

You’re distracted by pain. 

“But well decorated,” he adds. 

You smile and rush to answer, afraid of seeming stiff. “The telly is distracting me.” Mostly a lie.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, arm moving behind him as he leans back to take in the rather large TV screen. He reads the headline. “Small group of ducks removed from family swimming pool. Lucky ducks.”

He turns back to you. You look down at your hands and try to breathe in a way that doesn’t sound so pained. It is possibly one of the worst times to have a bad flare up. You really, really like Sirius, and you think he likes you when you’re not so quiet and evasive, eyes pointed at your trembling fingers. You press them flat to the table and wince. 

Sirius edges forwards over the table. "Can I ask you something?" 

You blink and nod and he nods in return, fingers stretching towards you as he leans in. He speaks quietly. "Are you feeling okay?" 

"I-" you clear your throat. "I'm fine." 

"You don't look very well," he says, "I know you're not supposed to say that to girls when you fancy them, but you're shaking." 

You stammer through an explanation. "I'm sorry, I just- I. You know about my… condition," you say. 

He nods patiently. 

"It's bad today, that's all." 

"You're hurting?" he asks. 

"A bit." 

Understatement of the year. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, not knowing what to expect. The waitress saves you from saying anything else, from Sirius' answer, putting your drinks down in front of you confidently. 

"Awesome. Uh, could I ask a favour?" Sirius asks the waitress. She smiles as he powers on. "Could we get the food to go? If it's not too much trouble." 

Your heart breaks a little bit in your chest, a feeling like cracking over your skin. It must show on your face how affected you are because Sirius, in a way you've never seen, flinches. 

"I'm happy you're here," he says, something hot in his voice, a roughness, "but I-" He scrubs a hand through his hair and tries again. "Not to be forward, but would you let me look after you?" 

You gawp. Sirius grimaces. 

"I mean. We can go home. Sit somewhere that isn't these back aching chairs, get you a proper cup of tea. You don't look like you should be out of bed, darling." 

You nibble the corner of your bottom lip, conflicted. 

"Sirius, I can look after myself. I can. I do it everyday." 

He looks properly chastised. "Right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't assume." 

"Maybe not," you say, smiling, "but. If you want to look after me," your voice dips to a murmur, "that's okay with me. I'm really not feeling very well." 

"Right," he says. He grins like you've pulled one over on him and he loves it. 

The food comes and Sirius ushers you with a heart searing amount of care into his car, the takeaway boxes hot on your lap. You go back to your place because that's where all your things are, and you're glad for it when not long after you're in your comfiest clothing and Sirius has borrowed a mismatched pair of pajamas. He looks very cute in lilac plaid bottoms. You eat dinner on the sofa and give up halfway through. Sirius gives up with you without any complaints, traipsing after you into your kitchen. 

He watches you fill your hot water bottle with a startling intensity. 

"What?" you ask, laughing under your breath. "Why're you watching me? Go sit back down." 

"I wanna know how to do it." 

"The hot water bottle?" 

"Yeah. When you need it hot again, I'll know." 

You bite back a smile and show him. You turn from him to take a handful of painkillers and he's frowning when you turn back around. 

"Is it awful?" he asks. He instantly looks apologetic but doesn't take back the question. 

"It's bad. But I have to live with it, so…" 

You try your best to sound unaffected. Sometimes, when you have to deal with it everyday, people expect you to get used to it. But it's not something you can get used to. You think you're used to the pain and then realise how horrified you are with everything else - the days off, the life you can't lead, the permanent nature of it. You come to terms with that and suddenly the pain is flaring up and unimaginable, and you think - how am I going to do this forever? 

Sirius stops leaning on the counter to open his arms. 

You step into them, his affection burning through an invisible layer, filling you with a comforting relief. 

"Poor girl," he says, and he doesn't sound condescending. 

"It's really okay," you say quietly. 

He rubs your back, long and slow, pulling your shirt up a silver with every sweep of his hand. You've hugged him before, though not like this. He smells like cedar. 

"Sorry about our date," you murmur, feeling slightly sorry for him and very sorry for yourself. 

"Hey, don't be. I only wanted to spend time with you. I don't care if that's here or at some dingy pub." 

"It wasn't dingy," you murmur. 

He laughs and it vibrates through his chest and into yours, his hands careful but adoring where they caress you. "Wasn't the point." 

You stall, arms tight around his back. You could get used to this, this closeness, this feeling. 

"Don't be sorry," he says, barely discernible, the ghost of his lips against your temple and his breath hot on your skin. "I just wanted to see you." 

There, from under the pain – excitement. Dizzy pleasure. Knowing that you stand at the beginning of love. 

The hug ends before you really want it to and Sirius nudges you with his hip until you're back on the sofa. He straightens the blanket over your legs and slouches beside you, his side pressed to your side and your hand pulled into his lap. He toys with your fingers. 

You lean your head against his shoulder, chest rising and falling, staggered breaths. 

His hand moves to the hot water bottle, at first feeling for warmth. He leaves it there and you're unsure whether it's forgetful or on purpose. Either way, it's nice. 

"Anything I can do, sweet thing?" he whispers. 

You sigh, almost happy, almost content. "No, this is good." 

When you shudder and twinge and your breathing hikes he puts a tentative arm behind your neck and talks quietly to distract you. A steady constant, the dulcet tone of his voice, like a tether through the fog. 

[pancake-lovy]

I actually can't decide which part I love more.

I've always read the trope (or whatever you'd call it) of wearing the lover's clothes, and it's so sweet here.

But also the conversation of the reader and Sirius, and them joking about sinfulness, and halos is so good.

BUT ALSO THE DANCING, and the talk before it! It just has my entire heart, I think, but also the other things are equally as good!

Congratulations on 2k J!!! Your writing is incredible and my heart does a little teehee everytime you post something <3

As much as I adore your characterisation of Rem, I have read 'this early dancing' repeatedly in the padt few days. And all i can think, is going to the kitchen for water at night, and Sirius following you and pulling you in a sleepy dance in the moonlight :')

thank you so so so so so so much <3 ahe thank you for such a lovely request <3333

You wake up groggy and with an aching throat. It's so cold these days that the walls ache with it, and not even Sirius' arms can keep you warm. You edge out from under the layers of duvets and blankets he's insisted upon and feel the cold air against your bare legs, cringing.

His bedroom is dark and yet so familiar you could manoeuvre it blind and with your hands tied, weaving through clothes and a lamp you hate, his shoe rack overflowing and a milk crate full of records. You pause to gather up a pair of his pajama trousers you know are lying by the door and hop into them as quietly as one can manage, trying the draw string around your waist before you begin the trek down his creaky stairs.

And it doesn't matter how well you know his stairs, they creak all over. You hope he's sleeping soundly enough to ignore them and shuffle through the dim hallway into his kitchen. The blinds are open. Silver moonlight drips in through a generous window and casts lines of mercury over the whole room. It might be dazzling if I could see it properly, you think, wiping sleep from your eyes.

You ran the tap and filled a stout glass with water, sipping as you looked out over the front garden, bathed in light. The chairs where you lounged this summer with friends, sunspun and tipsy, flicking ice cubes at each other during card games you never win and sneaking too-sweet kisses when the others aren't looking.

The ache in your throat eases. You swish water around your dry mouth and swallow the last of it, setting the cup down next to the sink. You look up into the sky and find a waxing (or waning, you can never remember which) gibbous moon, the clouds that rush through the sky giving it the appearance of a coin of ice, steaming as it flirts with the warmer air. Its condensation collects into fine droplets of moonlight that stain your boyfriend's kitchen in a gauzy blur, a dreamscape.

You hear a creaking and look over your shoulder. Sirius is at the bottom of the stairs, mouth quirked down in a gentle frown.

"Why're you up, baby?" he asks, the words like honey from his mouth.

He moves into the room with a similar grace and is instantly drenched in light, gracing him with an apparitional glow. You let him tuck your face against his sternum, arms around your neck and hands at the top of your head.

"Throat hurts."

He sighs in sympathy. "It's the cold."

"I think that's a myth," you murmur.

"Very mythical that you get a sore throat everytime the weather turns, then."

You pull away from his chest to cradle his face in your hands. You mostly shield him from the silver light, the very whisper of it slinking over his hair, giving his dark curls a moonlit halo.

It's fitting, you think, for him to look so heavenly. You tuck his kinky hair behind his ears gently, slowly, pleased as punch when his tired eyes creep shut from your touch. You finish and set your hands over his jawline, thumbs in line with the corners of his handsome smile, index fingers hooked in the divot behind his ears. You can feel when he swallows.

"You're an angel, Sirius," you say.

He looks charmed and confused at once. "Thank you?"

"You've got a halo. From the moon."

He looks up like he's expecting to see it through his eyebrows and you laugh. He covers your hands with his and pulls them away, fingers scraping against stubble. He puts his hands to your waist and moves you, spins you both, so quickly it tears a nervous giggle from you.

"Where's your halo?" he asks.

You move a strand of hair from his mouth and grin. "You're too tall. You're blocking it."

"Or you're so sinful it won't appear," he jokes, turning you again. It's enough to get you laughing again. "What's so funny?" he asks, smiling.

"It's like we're dancing," you say.

"Dancing? You think that's dancing?"

"Yeah, I do!" you defend yourself, words steeped in the joy of being with him in his kitchen and so in love you've nothing to do but argue technicalities for fun.

"I've got years of ballroom lessons that are about to prove you wrong."

And he does, taking your waist into his hands. He dances you around the kitchen, skin glimmering in the light like a mirror ball, and, when he spins you out, you can almost hear music behind the thudding heartbeat in your ears.

He pulls you back, cradles your head against his chest and sways. Time slows, his breathing deepens. You worry you'll both fall asleep standing, leaning against each other like penguins searching for warmth in the dizzy white of the Antarctic coast, though your blizzard is much more pearly and ten times warmer.

"Do you still think your little spin was dancing?" he asks quietly, filling the small silence with his warming baritone.

"Needs music," you say lightly.

"Yeah? Like what?"

You hum your best rendition of one of his favourite rock songs, suddenly, voice high and unattractive to reach the notes of a quick guitar riff.

His laughter, cracking with tiredness, is worth it.

[pancake-lovy]

Pleaseeeeee, they are adorable... This entire situation is like pure sugar or pure honey. I love every single bit of it

But also, you write the sad parts so well. Sirius talking about how he thinks he doesn't deserve the reader is so realistic, but it literally breaks my heart that he would think that :(

are we going for the trinity again? 👀👀👀 reader and drunk sirius please 💖💖 thank youuuu

YES WE ARE thank you for requesting hope this is okay <3 feat vulnerable Sirius

“Kisses,” Sirius declares, out of nowhere. 

Your eyes blow wide. You ask him for kisses in the same way all the time, eyes bright and pleading, features soft. It always works. He, however, has never propositioned you in this way, and you’re shocked. 

You and Sirius don’t have a name for what you are. If anyone asks you, you both love to say you’re close friends. And you are, but you also kiss and hug. It’s fucked up but you like it and he likes it and neither of you have ever cared about what other people think enough to bother working it out.  

You’ve barely time to pucker up before he’s leaning down. He plants a chaste kiss on your Cupid’s bow, pouting. Then another on your lips, then another. You stop him after that, licking your lips. 

“You taste like a mini bar,” you tell him, frowning. 

“You taste amazing,” he says. He cooes at the embarrassment on your face and pinches your cheek, probably more cruelly than he means to.  

Someone shoves you from behind and you flinch forward into Sirius’ chest. He wraps his arms around you tightly, looking down at your face squished to his chest with a concern that would make you melt if you weren’t flustered. 

“Is something wrong?” he asks loudly. 

“Someone pushed me,” you say. 

“Who?” he asks, abruptly angry, looking over your head searchingly. 

“Was an accident!”

“And I’ll make it look like an accident.”

You roll your eyes and push your hands into his chest for some space. He holds you at arm’s length. 

“Why are you so drunk?” you ask.

“Why are you so fucking pretty?” 

You’re going nowhere fast. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Sirius asks. 

You assume he’s attempting his usual smooth, sultry voice and stance. He’s not quite getting there, bright eyes droopy in his intoxication, nose piercing askew. You raise your hand slowly to his face. His eyes close as you adjust it for him, hiding the little ball of the ring carefully. 

When you’re done he takes your hand and presses it to his face. You gawp at him though he can’t see, hand hesitant as you spread your fingers against scratchy stubble. You love touching his face — it’s Sirius who doesn’t like you touching his face. 

“Will you take my bobble out for me?” he asks suddenly. 

“Yeah, baby, of course I will. Turn around?”

He turns, attempting to take your hand with him. You giggle and pull it out of his grasp. “Lean your head back.” He does, and now able to reach his hair, you pull the bobble from his hair, unleashing his lovely black curls. You root your fingers into the soft mess and massage his scalp, knowing he must have the hair-pin headache from hell. His shoulders rise at first but then slowly drop as you go, head tilting towards your kind fingers. You rake your fingers through his hair like a make-shift comb, walking around him to straighten the face-framing pieces. 

“There,” you say, “handsome as ever.”

He smiles, and then seems to remember he can open his eyes. “Thanks,” he says roughly. 

“No problem. Kiss?” you ask softly. 

He gives you a chaste peck and you take it as an opportunity to stroke his cheek. 

“I like drunk you,” you tell him. “You never let me be so nice to you.”

“S’cos I want it too badly.”

“What do you mean?”

He’s squinting at you, like even drunk he knows it’s not something he would usually tell you. “I like it when you touch my face. And when you play with my hair.”

This is news to you. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Mm.”

You bring your hands to the bottom of his face, cradling him close, face inclined to yours. “Then why do you never let me?”

“Don’t deserve you.”

“Sirius…”

“You’re too good for me,” he confesses his thoughts. 

You stroke his cheeks with both thumbs, squeezing his face gently. “Baby, you deserve the world. You deserve everything you want. Understand?”

He seems much younger than he ever has before. You sigh, feeling awfully heartbroken for him. You know he’s drunk and that he doesn’t mean to tell you, but you can’t help probing for more. You just wish he would’ve told you this sober. 

“You know why I like touching your face?” you ask him. 

He shakes his head. 

“It’s ‘cos I like you. Like, a lot. You know. I love you,” you tell him. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know.”

“And you love me.”

“Yes.”

“If you love me, then you should know that your being happy makes me happy, right? You deserve affection, and I desperately want to give it to you.”

And maybe he doesn’t totally get what you’re saying right now, or he might forget this all by the morning, but he deserves to be told. Even if it’s temporary. 

He blinks at you slowly. You don’t want to overwhelm him, smiling wide until his eyes lift. 

“Stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles,” you tell him. 

He scowls at you. “No I won’t.”

“Yes you will.” 

“I won’t. I have perfect skin.”

“Because you’re young, Sirius,” you say, smoothing your hands over his shirt. 

“No, because I’m perfect.”

“Yes, that too.”

“You’ll get wrinkles,” he argues. You snort. This infuriates him. “You will.”

“If I get wrinkles, it’ll be your fault,” you say theatrically, throwing your hand up to your forehead. “For you’re oh so mean to me.”

“I’m not mean.”

“And what are you being right now?” 

He looks mildly alarmed by this and reaches for your hands. You giggle, endeared by this version of Sirius, vulnerable, completely missing his cool guy exterior. It’s heartwarming how much he seems to care as he takes your hands in to his and apologises. 

“Sorry,” he says. 

You let him off the hook. “That’s okay, baby. Wanna know how you can make it up to me?”

He nods. 

“Let me plait your hair?” 

And he does let you. You practice your fishtail braids tucked into the corner of the room on an armchair barely big enough for the both of you, and the tugging of your hands in his hair must get to him, because he falls asleep in your lap. Sirius Black falls asleep in your lap. James takes a picture.

[pancake-lovy]

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