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could dive in his eyes and would happily drown

the perpetual line of spit between a person's lips can sometimes be so personal

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can i request a heavy sleeper x any marauder (sirius?). im such a heavy sleeper lol, once my siblings had to literally wrap me in bedsheets and drag me away cause someone was at the door and i wasn't waking up and we were all sleeping in the front room LMAO

i love your writing 🩶

tysm babe! hope you enjoy <3

sirius black x reader who is a very heavy sleeper ✩ 900 words

cw: fluff

an: something short and sweet to ease back into writing after two weeks off

It’s not like you to ignore a message sent halfway through the day, and it’s got Sirius on edge. Especially when his evening call to confirm your date goes unanswered. So now, slightly worried and running through worst-case scenarios, he finds himself at your front door, hoping you answer his knocking. And if not, well, Sirius has a pretty good idea of where you keep your spare key.

His knocking at your front door goes unanswered. Not once. Not twice. Three times, loud and urgent, knuckles rapping with increasing panic.

Sirius curses under his breath and steps back from the door, dragging a hand through his hair, already halfway to frustration and fear. He knows you. You don’t ignore him. Not like this. Not when there’s a date circled on the calendar and you’ve been talking about it all week.

He jogs down the little front steps and over to the pot you keep near the railing, an ugly terracotta thing you always say you’re going to replace. Lifting it carefully, he finds what he’s looking for; the rusted little key with a fraying blue ribbon attached. His fingers close around it, but he pauses before moving forward again.

He unlocks the door.

“Doll?” His voice is soft, hesitant, cutting through the stillness of your apartment. “You home?”

Nothing. Just the low hum of the fridge and the muted creak of the floorboards under his boots.

His brow furrows. He steps inside, pushing the door closed behind him and locking it without thinking.

“Y/N?” Louder this time. Not quite yelling, but enough to carry down the hallway and into every room. There’s a tension in his shoulders now, the kind that makes him feel like pacing.

It’s short lived though, because as he rounds the corner to the living room, there you are.

Sprawled on the sofa in a soft tangle of limbs and blankets, one sock half-off and the remote still loosely clutched in your hand. Your head, tilted at an awkward angle on a throw pillow, lips parted in the deep, absolutely unconscious kind of sleep.

Sirius exhales sharply, the tension breaking with a huff of disbelief.

“Jesus, doll,” he mutters, walking over. He crouches beside the sofa, brushing a knuckle over your cheek gently. “You trying to give me a heart attack?”

You don’t stir. Not even a twitch.

He tries again, brushing hair from your face, this time a little louder. “C’mon, sweetheart. Wake up.”

Nothing.

Sirius chuckles under his breath, despite himself. “You sleep like you’re dead, babe.”

This time, you groan. A soft, confused sound, eyes fluttering as you shift and blink up at him with bleary confusion.

“Sirius?”

“Hi.” He grins, relieved and amused, eyes crinkling.

You blink at him again, and then your eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” You sit bolt upright, disoriented and still half-asleep. “Oh my god, I fell asleep–I didn’t mean to–I was just going to rest for a minute–”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sirius leans in, hands gentle as he catches your wrists. “Slow down. You’re alright.”

You breathe out, a long, shaky exhale as you try to gather your thoughts. Sirius is still holding your wrists lightly, thumbs brushing comfortingly over your pulse points. His voice softens even more.

“Are you okay? Bad day?”

You shake your head, your face crumpling just a little.

“No,” you mumble, leaning forward until your forehead bumps gently against his shoulder. “I think I was just really tired.

Sirius lets out a soft breath, wrapping his arms around you in a firm, grounding hug. He presses a kiss to your temple, his voice rumbling next to your ear.

“Shall we just stay in then? You pick a film and I’ll order a takeaway?” He asks lightly, “Not going anywhere looking so zombie-ish.”

“Zombie-ish!” you guffaw, swatting lightly at one of his biceps.

“Prettiest, most gorgeous zombie ever.”

You laugh, a breathy sound muffled by the fabric of his shirt, your arms looping lazily around his waist.

“Think that’s the first time someone’s called me a pretty corpse,” you mumble, still nestled against him.

“Always happy to be your first,” Sirius replies, lips curving against your temple. He pulls back just enough to look at you, hands still warm on your sides.

You roll your eyes, cheeks flushed. The sharp panic that had etched itself into your spine when you woke is fading now, replaced by something sleepier, sweeter. Sirius helps you rearrange the throw blanket as you both shuffle around, before settling with tangled limbs.

“Alright,” he murmurs, easing himself onto the couch beside you, “what do you fancy? Thai? Indian? Pizza the size of my face?”

You make a sound–half-laugh, half-yawn–and settle your head against his shoulder, your legs curling beneath you as you tug the blanket higher. Sirius reaches for your phone on the coffee table with one hand while the other instinctively wraps around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Okay,” he hums to himself, scrolling, “how do we feel about burgers? Or there’s that curry place you like with the stupidly good garlic naan…”

No answer.

He glances down.

You’re asleep again.

Sirius exhales, quietly amused. His thumb stills against the screen, and he smiles, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear with infinite gentleness.

“You’re killing me,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

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I’m about to have a fun afternoon.

So my trainer’s bf cheated on her. She broke up with him. He’s holding her stuff hostage until she agrees to talk with him. Which she refuses.

She trains; for free mind you; three college linebackers, a college wrestler, two martial artists, a body builder, and… wait for it…. a Navy seal. We’re gonna go get her shit for her.

This should make for an interesting story.

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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how's this a serious sport

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she wanted to say hi

Omg the little earrrrsssss. Ugh the best and worst time of my life was fostering bottle babies — but the way their little ears twitch when they’re drinking fucking sends me 😭😭😭

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um...

and what if taylor swift drops a video of her accepting her awards in front of a brick wall with a cowboy hat and boots with snake charms. what then.

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In Catching Fire Katniss mentions that Victors are meant to have a “special talent” and that hers was fashion design.

She says she refuses to sing for the Capitol, implying it is her choice.

Which just seems improbable to me, the Capitol is not above forcing Victors to perform.

In reality Snow was probably the one to refuse to let her sing. He was not going to let a Covey girl from District 12 sing in the Capitol ever again.

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For the first time,

"Happy birthday, Haymitch." isn't a burden.

my heart 💔🥺

I keep seeing people upset that Haymitch never had another partner, or that he “never got over” Lenore Dove. That he was left miserable for the rest of his life. That he should’ve been given another love interest — a real one, not just anyone. And honestly?

Let’s talk about it.

1) Haymitch is not unhappy.

He literally says it: he doesn’t drink to numb the pain anymore, he drinks because he’s an addict. And yeah — I wish he had stopped altogether. Some of the most heartbreaking deaths I’ve seen in real life were due to cirrhosis.

But that doesn’t mean he’s miserable. He’s surviving. He’s healing.

2) The Capitol love interest people want for him? That wouldn’t have worked.

She’s brainwashed. Period. And if she weren’t, we would see it in the text — either through Haymitch’s eyes, or Katniss’s. Both are reliable in different ways.

In Panem, when someone from the Capitol is pretending, or disagreeing silently, it shows. It leaks out.

If Haymitch were to have another love interest, it would need to be:

• someone from the Districts,

• maybe even another Victor,

• someone who understands his trauma and oppression firsthand.

That’s the only way it could ever make sense.

3) Haymitch did get his happy ending.

And again — he says it himself.

He’s happy because Peeta and Katniss are his family.

He let people back into his heart.

He’s at peace, because Lenore Dove doesn’t haunt him anymore.

He’s moved on from her death.

Now, he sees her old and happy — and that gives him peace.

Haymitch is happy.

You don’t need a romantic partner to be whole.

He made peace with his past.

He let his ghosts rest.

And most importantly?

No more children are chosen to die in the Arena on his birthday.

For the first time,

“Happy birthday, Haymitch” isn’t a burden.

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monaco gp in a nutshell:

lights out and away we go

pierre dnf and yuki calling him an idiot

alonso proving that he is, in fact, the unluckiest driver alive

mercedes simply forgetting that this was a two pit stops race until lap 60

"are you upset with me or something?"

williams-mercedes drama (resolved between the drivers over dinner paid by alex)

romeo juliet 2.0 (toto and james after the race)

max timepassing in p1 while lando and charles were fighting for their lives in p2/p3

max pitting in the last lap

lando norris wins for the first time in monaco

the woman presenting the trophy (forgot her name) getting confused between father and son (oscar and charles)

charles' home podium (‼️‼️‼️)

fans dreading the next few years with this track on the calendar

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tom's outfit at the tbosas Los Angeles premiere appreciation post

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using a big pot to cook a fuckton of food is awesome until you need to wash the pot and then its the worst thing ever

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Anybody else have a growing fear of updating their tech cuz everything seems to be getting worse and worse

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Sunrise on the reaping is not as good as the ballad of songbirds and snakes, and that makes me sad. Like imagem the story of haymitch but in the quality of TBOSAS, it would slay

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I'm listening to The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and wow, Snow is just a loser