đ - âsay it again, pretty.â with Sirius <3
the way I got so excited when I saw this request. this was one of my fav dialogue prompts and Iâm sososo glad I got to pair it with sirius. love u babe hope this is okay!!
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Siriusâs mouth is diligent on your neck. His lips are parted and wet as he works his way from a spot behind your ear downwards, smothering you with hot, open mouthed kisses that have you squirming underneath him. Your whole body feels like itâs on fire, worse when his tongue swipes over your skin, followed quickly by a not-so-gentle scraping of his teeth.
You gasp, fingers curling tighter where theyâre buried in his dark hair. Youâre sure youâre hurting him but maybe in a good way. With the way heâs kissing you, you think youâre right about that.
âSirius,â you breathe out, more a moan than an actual word. âSirius, baby âŚâ
Sirius stops abruptly. You miss his heat immediately. He pulls away, hovering over you like some sort of angel, his forearms braced on either side of your head. His chest is heaving. You think maybe almost as deeply as yours.
Heâs staring at you in a way you donât understand. Dark eyes hooded by thick lashes, his lips parted and kiss-bitten, so swollen you want to kiss them til he canât breathe. Still, heâs not saying anything. You frown.
âWhat?â You ask, breathless and quiet. And then, because you canât help yourself, âWhyâd you stop?â
A grin breaks out across Siriusâs face. âAngel,â he coos, in what you think is a fond, adoring tone. âDid you just call me âbabyâ?â
You think you stop breathing. You hadnât meant to call him that. You hadnât even realised. And now heâs looking at you like he wants to eat you. You pull your hands from his hair and cover your burning face with them instead.
Sirius protests immediately. âHey, donât get all shy on me. Come back out, sweetheart.â
He shifts his weight to one arm, his body flush with yours, and with the other he pulls at your wrists until you stop resisting. It doesnât take much. Heâs strong. And youâre putty in his hands, clearly.
âSay it again, pretty,â he says, voice low and quiet. If you didnât know any better youâd say heâs almost pleading with you. Heâs got both your hands in his big one, holding them to his chest so you canât use them to hide. âCall me that again.â
You flush all over, your body tingling, heat licking itâs way up your neck and face. The way heâs looking at you, the way heâs talking to you, youâre surprised heâs doing such a good job containing himself.
âBaby,â you say, shy and quiet and barely there.
But itâs good enough for Sirius. He grins wolfishly. âYeah, honey?â
You pull your hands from his grip and bury them in his hair again, pushing his lovely dark locks from his face before tugging his head back down to your neck, silently telling him what you want.
He takes the hint.
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đ â how about âgood girlâ with eddie GIGGLES
this is really short Iâm sorry
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âSweetheart,â Eddie says. âFinish your food.â
You push further into his side instead of doing what he says. Youâre tired and heâs comfortable and yes, youâre hungry, but you donât feel like picking up the fork and putting the food in your mouth. Itâs too much work.
Eddie laughs at your disobedience. âY/N,â he says, faux serious but itâs so convincing anyone else would think heâs actually scolding you.
Steve sure does, throwing you a somewhat alarmed look from across the table where he and Robin are sitting. You wave him off.
âIâm too tired,â you complain to Eddie. You take his wrist in your hands because itâs pretty, and heâs wearing his silver bracelets with the cool charms and heâs very distracting even when heâs not trying. You toy with his fingers and pretend heâs not sighing at you.
âToo tired to eat?â Robin gawps. âEven if I hadnât slept for three days Iâd have energy to eat.â
She proves it by continuing to happily dip handfuls of fries into her milkshake. Steve wrinkles his nose at her.
Eddie tries again. âY/N, honey,â he says, exasperated now. âEat your pancakes. Then we can go home and you can sleep.â
You pull your face from his shoulder to look at him. Heâs staring down at you, stern but thereâs a kindness behind his eyes that you donât miss.
âUgh, fine,â you groan, only because you want to go home and go to bed, not because heâs extremely convincing and too pretty to say no to. You push yourself off of his shoulder to scoop your fork up. You shovel a forkful of pancake into your mouth and donât hate it as much as you should.
Eddie gets an arm around your waist and ducks his head to kiss your hairline. âGood girl,â he says quietly, so Robin and Steve canât hear.
The warmth in your chest has nothing to do with the pancake you just ate.
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âyou can kiss me, you knowâ with lil baby eddie munson <33
summary: eddie kisses shy!you when he gets back from band practice
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Eddie comes home from band practice to find you fast asleep on his bed. Your hair is splayed out across his pillows, your shirt rides up your back, exposing a sliver of skin, and your arm dangles over the edge of the bed.
Eddie feels, for a moment, like all the breath has been knocked out of his chest. There you are, so pretty, so lovely, fast asleep on his bed in his room. He stands in the doorway and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.
When his heartâs stopped racing he moves to put his stuff down, hanging his guitar on the wall next to his mirror and shrugging out of his jacket, throwing it over his desk chair. Heâs quiet with his movements but you stir anyway. Eddie freezes, but itâs too late, youâre already awake.
You lift your head off the pillows and blink blearily until your eyes land on Eddie.
âEddie,â you say, voice raspy but no less sweet than usual.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart,â Eddie says, rushed. âI didnât mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, if you want to.â
You shake your head and itâs maybe the cutest thing Eddieâs ever seen. Your hair is all rumpled and youâve got a sleepy pout on your lips.
âNo. Itâs okay, I hadnât meant to fall asleep, anyway.â You sit up all the way and tuck your hair behind your ears, cross your legs underneath yourself and look at Eddie expectantly. âHow was band?â
Eddie has to take a moment to compose himself, to force his breaths to stop coming in so fast. Something about you, all lovely and homey and adorable sitting in his bed, is really messing with his heart. In a good way.
âIt was good,â he says, his voice comes out sounding strained. He clears his throat and tries again. âIt was good, thanks for asking, lovely. What did you do while I was gone?â
You shrug. âRead my book. Fell asleep. It was boring without you.â
Eddie thinks his heart does a triple backflip. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at your words and your shy smile.
âIs that so?â He asks, trying to sound as cool and collected as he can when heâs the total opposite.
It works. You go all shy, dipping your head to stare at your knees. Itâs adorable. Eddie canât take it any longer, he strides across the room and closes the gap between you, his knees pressing into the edge of the bed.
He gets a hand under your chin and encourages your head up, lifting until youâre looking at him, your jaw cupped in his hand. Youâre somehow even prettier up close. Eddie grins.
âI missed you,â he says, because he did, and if he doesnât tell you he might burst.
You positively beam. Your cheeks go all plump and flushed and your eyes crinkle at the corners. Eddie thinks his heart misses a few crucial beats.
âI missed you too,â you say softly.
Eddieâs eyes are drawn to your lips. It was inevitable. Your mouth is moving around your words, so why shouldnât he look? He thinks youâve caught him looking because you flush all over again.
âEddie,â you say, a little chiding, a lot fond. You look like youâre trying very hard not to smile. âYou can kiss me, you know.â
Eddie doesnât need to be told twice. He bends at the waist to kiss you, his knees pressing into the bed and his free hand moving to brace himself on the mattress next to your hip. His mouth meets yours in a chaste kiss, one that has his heart pounding, though heâs not sure itâs going quite as fast as yours. His hand slips to your neck and his thumb brushes your pulse point. Itâs racing.
He pulls back to spare both your hearts and youâre smiling when he does. Eddie moves back swiftly, lest he start kissing you until you canât breathe. He canât have that.
âAre you hungry?â He asks, because heâs feeling too much for you and itâs overwhelming. A distraction is very necessary. âWe can go to McDonaldâs, maybe?â
You smile and nod. âOkay,â you say, then, mischievously, âIâm paying.â
Eddie fakes a glare at you. Youâre always offering to pay. He thought it was supposed to be the boyfriendâs job to pay for things. Then again, heâs not exactly in the habit of saying no to you. His glare turns into a fond smile very quickly.
âWhatever you want, angel.â
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đ mechanic! eddie pls. đľâđŤđľâđŤđľâđŤ
omg of course babe. this is so short Iâm sorry
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Youâre sitting on the hood of your car with a magazine, legs dangling as the sun beats down on you. You definitely shouldâve put sunscreen on. Youâre burning, but you canât be as hot as Eddie, whoâs wedged underneath your car trying to fix something you donât understand.
âHowâs it going down there, Eds?â You ask, folding yourself in half over the hood of the car in an effort to be in his line of vision.
Eddie grunts. âNot good.â He scoots out from under the car, appearing in a mess of grease and sweat and curly dark hair. Heâs still pretty as ever. It helps that heâs shirtless.
âWhatâs the problem?â You ask, though you both know if he tries to explain it to you itâll go through one ear and out the other. Youâve never understood cars. Hence the mechanic boyfriend.
Eddie graciously summarises it for you, saving you from the frustrating details. âNeeds a new part, I think,â he says. He sits up and scrubs the back of his head. âFuck, itâs hot.â
You hum sympathetically and hop off the car, grabbing your water bottle from the front seat through the window. You plop down on the concrete next to Eddie.
âHere,â you say, handing him the water bottle.
Eddie smiles at you, all big and charming. âThanks, sweetheart.â
He takes a big sip of water and you watch him, watch his Adamâs apple bob up and down with each gulp, watch his chest inflate and deflate. His tattoos a stark black against his pale skin. He drives you mad sometimes. In a good way.
âDonât worry about the car for now,â you say, half distracted by your wildly attractive boyfriend. âI can just get Steve to drive me everywhere like Robin does.â
Eddie laughs and sets down the water bottle. âOr you could get me to drive you around. You know, âcos Iâm your boyfriend.â
You giggle. âRight, sorry,â you say, faux sincere. âI forgot about that.â
âForgot?â Eddie gawps, incredulous.
Youâre still giggling as he twists his torso so heâs facing you and gets an arm on either side of you, caging you against the car door.
âDo you need a reminder?â He asks, all fake sweet.
You think you know what that means, by the way heâs staring at your lips.
You grin. âYes, please.â
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đ - send in a character + an au for a blurb! e.g rockstarleddie, rugby!james etc. add a prompt if you'd like
rockstar!eddie x shy!sound tech who he loves to flirt with. but only heâs allowed to <3
aerial i love u for this
summary: rockstar!eddie loves to flirt with you (and look after you)
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Eddie has this way of finding you wherever you are, even when youâre trying to hide from him. Youâve snuck away to the lobby of the venue his band is set to play at in a few hours. You need a break from all the sounds and commotion that come with being a part of the sound team. Your break doesnât last very long.
The door to the main concert hall opens and even though youâre looking at your laptop, you know itâs Eddie because you can hear his jewellery jingling. He wears a lot of jewellery.
âHi, pretty girl,â he says jovially. You donât look up for fear of swooning on the spot. âWhatcha doinâ?â
âWork,â you say quietly, even though youâre not working at all because your fingers have gone still over the keys at Eddieâs arrival.
âI thought you were taking a break.â You can hear Eddieâs frown. Again, you donât look up because you think if you do, youâll melt into a puddle.
âI am,â you insist.
Eddie sighs loudly. You know heâs not sighing at you, but for you. Heâs always telling you to stop overworking yourself. You sometimes listen.
Youâre still staring at your laptop screen when Eddieâs legs appear in front of you. His scent washes over you, cologne and musk and something metallic. He smells exactly like youâd expect a rockstar to smell like. His hand reaches out and he hooks a ring-clad finger under your chin, pushing gently, forcing you to look up.
When you finally look Eddie in the eyes you know how much of a mistake it is. Heâs pretty, beautiful really, with his wild curly hair and his big dark eyes, his pale skin, tattoos peeking out from the edges of his clothing. You flush just looking at him. Then you remember his hand at your jaw and flush some more.
âSweetheart,â he says sympathetically. A frown pulls at his pretty lips and you think youâd like to kiss it away, then immediately scold yourself for that rogue thought. Eddie ignores your flustered quiet, as usual. âYou gotta stop taking on so much. There are other people to do some of the jobs you do. If you keep at it like this, youâll make yourself sick, you know?â
You nod even though you donât particularly agree. You like doing the jobs you do, you like making yourself so busy you barely have time to think. If you have too much time to think youâll think about Eddie, and you really donât want that.
âCan I sit with you?â He asks, as soft as youâve ever heard him. âWe donât have to talk, if you donât want to.â
You nod again and finally find your voice. âOkay.â
Eddie smiles, gives your jaw a squeeze and then plops down next to you. Again, you get a whiff of his heavy rockstar scent. It makes you dizzy in a good way.
Silence falls over the two of you. You donât turn back to your laptop, because you know Eddie will protest. You sit and try not to breathe too loud, try not to let your leg touch Eddieâs or your hand brush over his thigh. Itâs been all but two minutes before Eddie starts talking again. You hadnât expected him to stay quiet for very long.
âYou know âŚâ he says slowly, and you brace yourself for whatâs coming. âI saw you laughing at something Garrett said earlier. What was that all about?â
Youâre so confused you forget all about his closeness and turn to look at him, quizzical. Heâs looking at you in a way you donât understand.
âWhat?â You ask, a bit surprised.
âEarlier!â Eddie says earnestly, as if trying to justify himself. âWhen we were waiting for the mics to come back on, and you and Garrett were talking and he said something, and you laughed real loud andâ shit, I sound jealous donât I?â
You gawp. He had sounded a little bit jealous, and that plus the look heâs giving you is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Eddie? Jealous because youâd laughed at his bandmateâs joke? You think maybe youâre dreaming.
âNo!â You rush to say, after a too-long pause. âNo, um. You didnât.â
But Eddie groans and buries his face in his hands. âI so did.â
You donât know what else to do so you put a tentative hand on his shoulder. Heâs firm under your hand, strong. Youâd like to touch him forever, you think.
âI didnât really think his joke was funny,â you say shyly. âI just laughed so it wouldnât be awkward.â
Eddie straightens up and whirls on you, your hand dropping from his shoulder. You miss his heat immediately but youâre quickly distracted by his knee pressing into your thigh.
âReally?â He asks, his eyes wide and too hopeful.
You giggle. âWell, yeah. It was an awful joke, Eddie.â
Eddie laughs now, a lovely chesty laugh, and you want to savour the sound forever.
âPlease donât tell him I said that,â you say quietly, even though you know he wouldnât.
Eddie grins wolfishly. âNot a chance, sweetheart.â
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𧸠remus + reader holding remus face
congratulations!
summary: you collect a drunk remus
fem!reader 0.6k words
âWait til I tell Remus youâre here,â Sirius says, opening his apartment door. âHeâs drunk off his ass and heâs been asking for you for like, a bloody half hour.â
You huff. âHello to you, too.â
Sirius grins and lets you in. âHeâs in the living room,â he says, sounding exasperated and like Remus is maybe worse than youâd initially thought. âGood luck, doll.â
You spare Sirius a sarcastic smile before making your way to the living room. You spot Remus almost immediately, not because heâs the centre of attention, he never is, but because itâs like youâve got eyes only for him sometimes. Heâs smooshed on the couch between James and Marlene, looking totally hard done by.
âY/N!â James cheers, spotting you in the doorway first, because Remus is too busy struggling to keep his eyes open. âThank goodness youâre here.â
He elbows Remus, whose head is thrown back against the couch cushions as he squints at the overhead lights. Remus whirls on James, so fast youâre worried it makes him dizzy.
âWhat do you want?â He grumbles, as if heâs been interrupted from doing something very important. Like staring at Siriusâs light fixture.
James laughs, thankfully. You suppose Remus has been this far gone for a while now. âYour girlfriendâs here,â he says. âLook.â
Remus follows Jamesâs finger, looking like he doesnât believe him until his eyes land on you. You beam and wave.
Remusâs face lights up. âY/N,â he slurs, more of an affectionate, sticky sound than a word.
Sirius, whoâs come up behind you, sniggers.
You ignore him. âHi, Remus,â you say sweetly. You cross the room until youâre right in front of him, his knees pushing into your legs. He stares up at you all drunk and lovesick, a goofy smile on his mouth. You push a mess of curls from his forehead and his smile grows. âHowâre you feeling, baby?â
âPerfect now youâre here,â Remus beams.
Everyone groans, not including you. Remus doesnât even take notice. His eyes have fallen to your stomach. He pinches at the fabric of your shirt.
âYouâre wearing my shirt,â he says, like heâs had an epiphany, like youâve never worn an item of his clothing before. His hands slide over your stomach and around your waist, clasping against the small of your back. He looks up at you, his chin digging into your stomach, with far too much fondness for a public setting like this. âLooks good on you, gorgeous.â
Another round of groans, though youâre starting to think the groaning is more affectionate than annoyed. Either way, you think you better get your poor drunk boyfriend out of here before he embarrasses himself further.
âThank you, Remus,â you say. You manage to squeeze your forearms in between his chest and your stomach so you can take his face in your hands. His head goes heavy in your hands and he smiles drunkenly.
âYou ready to go home?â You ask him, dragging your thumbs over his cheekbones.
He nods. âPlease,â he says, then, because heâs Remus and will never pass up an opportunity to be annoying, even when drunk, he grips the back of your shirt and puts on a pleading tone. âGet me out of here, Y/N.â
Marlene scoffs and reaches over to smack him on the back of his head (gently). James and Sirius protest loudly, and Lily just smiles as you tug Remus to his feet and get an arm around his back.
âBye, everyone,â you say brightly, though Remus is already trying to drag you out of the room without saying goodbye. âSee you Friday!â
You miss the goodbyeâs from your friends because Remus has tugged you out into the entryway. Heâs clinging to your â well, his â shirt like itâs a lifeline, his hands warm even through the fabric.
âRemus, honey.â You say, laughing. âWhatâs the rush?â
âMâtired,â he says, and he sounds it. He stops walking and looks up at you, all messy hair and droopy eyes, very pathetic-looking if youâre being honest. You wonât tell him that. âWanna go to bed with you.â
You melt at that, rubbing his back with one hand while the other pushes his flop of hair from his eyes. You smile at him. âWhat are we waiting for, then?â
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can i request grumpy x sunshine with remus pls!! maybe heâs the grumpy one but reader is just sweet and full of love and he adores them for it đŤśđťđŤśđť congrats on 2k!!!
summary: remus is mean to his friends but totally soft with you
fem!reader 0.5k words
Youâre almost at the pub when Remus calls you. You answer your phone embarrassingly fast.
âRemus?â
You hear a collection of sounds on the other end of the line, something that sounds like Jamesâs roaring laughter, and a rippling of voices and music in the background.
âHi, dove.â
He sounds agitated. Annoyed. You frown.
âAre you okay, baby?â You ask.
âIâm fine, justââ Remus cuts himself off to sigh frustratedly. His voice goes muffled like heâs pulled his phone away from his ear. âShut up, Sirius, please.â
Thereâs a scuffling on the line that sounds suspiciously like Remus shoving Sirius, followed by Siriusâs voice saying, âHey!â
Another sigh and then Remusâs voice is back and clear again. âSorry, angel. Sirius is being a twat. James, too. How long til you get here?â
Thereâs a smidge of desperation in his tone that you donât miss.
âIâm nearly there,â you say, and quicken your pace. âIâll be two minutes, tops.â
âWill you stay on the phone with me til then?â He asks, quiet enough that you know heâs hoping he wonât be heard by his friends. âOtherwise I think I might punch someone in the face.â
You giggle. If anyone else heard him say it theyâd think he was serious, but you know heâs not. Not yet, anyway.
âOf course.â
Remus doesnât have to endure his annoying friends for much longer. You arrive in a flurry of smiles and a kiss on the cheek each for his friends. Then you turn on him and beam and you look so pretty Remus forgets to frown.
âHi, Remus,â you say, even though you just hung up from being on the phone with him seconds ago.
âHi, angel,â he says back, half as enthusiastic but twice as fond.
Remus feels like the luckiest guy alive when you move to stand over him and press your smiling mouth to his, in your lovely dress covered in daisies and your eyes all bright and pretty. You taste like strawberry lip balm. He pulls you down for another kiss before you can get away, his big hand spread over your waist. You giggle against his lips and he thinks youâre the loveliest girl heâs ever met.
Heâs smiling as you take your seat, though heâs trying to hide it from James and Sirius. It doesnât work. They see the way heâs looking at you, the way he pulls you as close as humanly possible. They see his smile, even though itâs small.
âHoly shit, Y/N,â James says seriously, leaning forward over the table on his elbows. âYouâve gone and turned him into a whole different man.â
Sirius laughs loud. It irks Remus more than it should.
âShove off, Prongs,â he says, but it comes out weaker than heâd meant because youâre trailing your soft fingers over his forearm, your touch setting his skin alight.
âSee what I mean?â says James gleefully. âYou shouldâve seen him before you got here, I thought he was gonna bite my head off.â
Remus glares. âI still will.â
James guffaws. âNo, you wonât.â
âLeave him alone, James,â you say, sounding about as mean as Remus has ever heard you, which isnât really very mean at all. But youâve tightened your grip on his arm and youâre pouting at James.
Maybe Remus wonât bite Jamesâ head off. For your sake.
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Congrats for 2k! You totally deserve it and i love you writing sm <3 to celebrate, could i ask for đ with Eddie with this dialogue âyouâre so pretty.â âIâm what?â âI said youâre so pretty.â? where reader is admiring Eddie in every possible way and he can't believe when she tell him he's pretty
summary: eddie gets flustered when you call him pretty
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Eddieâs heart is going a mile per minute. And all youâre doing is holding his hand.
âSo like, Robin said Steve lost it, but he said she lost it, so now I donâtâ Eddie? Are you okay?â
Eddie blinks. He realises youâve stopped walking and youâre staring at him, a concerned pout on your pretty features. He resists the urge to squish your cheeks.
Youâre looking at him expectantly. Eddie doesnât exactly know why. Heâd stopped listening to your voice the moment youâd grabbed his hand.
âW-What?â He stammers, then desperately tries to stabilise his voice. âSorry, what did you say?â
Your frown only grows deeper. Eddie wants desperately to kiss it away.
âI said are you okay?â You repeat slowly. âYouâre quiet.â
âOh, Iâm fine,â Eddie says, too loud. He tones it down when he sees your concern grow, shrugging like heâs not bothered at all. âJust thinking, I guess.â
You tilt your head to the side, confusion pulling at your brows. You look adorable like this. Like a puppy. âAbout what?â You ask, squeezing his hand.
Eddie wonders if his hand is sweating. Then he wonders if youâd find it gross if it was.
âItâs a secret,â he says, because he was definitely thinking about you and heâs not about to admit that.
A grin spreads across your face slowly. Eddie watches the corners of your lips quirk up and a few of your teeth appear and almost melts into a puddle.
âReally?â You ask, like youâre as enthralled by him as he is by you.
Eddie nods. âMhm. Really.â
You stare at him and Eddie thinks for a second that maybe heâs said something wrong. Or done something wrong. But then youâre pointing to a spot in his hair.
âYouâve got something in yourâ wait, let me.â You push up onto your toes and Eddie tries not to breathe too loud or too fast when you lean over him and pull something out of his hair. Youâre gentle as ever, touch so feather light Eddie wouldnât have felt it if he wasnât so fixated on you. Your scent washes over him for one blissful second. Sweet, flowery, something like honey and lavender.
You pull away with a tiny leaf pinched between your fingers. âA leaf,â you say amusedly, flicking it away.
All at once you and Eddie both seem to realise how close you are. Youâve stepped into his space to retrieve the rogue leaf, and you havenât yet stepped out. Your hand is still in his and your faces are inches apart. Youâre staring at Eddie so intensely he thinks he might die. Heâs about to make some stupid joke about leaves when you say,
âYouâre really pretty.â
Eddie startles. Heâs not quite sure he heard you right. âIâm what?â
You giggle, a breathless, lilting sound that has Eddieâs heart soaring. âI said youâre really pretty,â you say lightly, like itâs a normal thing to say, like Eddie doesnât feel like heâs on fire from head to foot right now. âYour eyes especially.â
Eddie thinks heâs dreaming. He blinks extra hard to make sure heâs not. âTh-thanksâŚâ he stutters, hardly embarrassed by it because his mind is too busy repeating your compliment over and over, like a broken record.
You beam. âYouâre welcome. Câmon, letâs go, or Dustinâll have our heads for being late.â
You take off walking, your hand in his. Eddie has no choice but to follow. Youâre at the Hendersonâs front door by the time he remembers to tell you he thinks youâre pretty, too. You smile so big Eddieâs sure it hurts your cheeks.
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Hi! 𧸠with poly!marauders and the prompt being a mixture of messy kisses and lazy kisses, if you canât do both messy and lazy kisses itâs fine if you pick just one of the two I donât mind
hi hi yes of course! this is my first every time writing a poly relationship so I hope itâs okay!! Iâm scared tbh
summary: you and your boyfriends love to kiss
fem!reader x poly!marauders 0.9k words
You and James have been left to your own devices. You and James are notorious for getting up to all sorts of trouble when youâre alone.
In your defence, itâs Remus and Siriusâs fault. Remus always insists on cooking, and Sirius has been extra clingy to Remus today, and so theyâve both ended up in the kitchen cooking dinner, leaving you and James by yourselves in the bedroom.
James is using this time to his advantage. Heâs been kissing you nonstop for about half an hour. You canât say youâre complaining. Youâre pretty sure James is one of the best kissers on the planet.
Heâs got his hands on your hips, coveting the skin there, his fingers brushing over stretch marks and pushing into your flesh like he wants to leave a brand there forever. Heâs kissing you like itâs his last day on earth, his head tilted to one side, lips parted, and his tongue licking into your mouth hungrily. Youâre enjoying yourself far too much, but youâre struggling to breathe. Youâre not sure if itâs because your mouth has been glued to Jamesâs for twenty minutes, or because heâs such an earnest kisser that it makes you lightheaded. Either way, you need a break.
âJamie,â you murmur between kisses.
James doesnât stop kissing you, only hums against your lips, âHm?â
You push his hair from his face with your fingers and use your hands to hold back his head. âCanât breathe,â you manage.
James stops kissing you, pulls back very slightly to look at your face. His chest is heaving just the same as yours. âSorry.â
You giggle, panting like a dog. âSâokay. Just need a breather.â
James grins wolfishly then. âOkay, pretty girl. Thirty seconds tops.â
You laugh again and roll your eyes. James smiles, his dark eyes hooded, his lips all swollen and dark pink. You think you like him best like this. All frazzled and kiss sick. You shuffle up his lap and push your hands to the back of his head, fingers coveting his soft, thick curls.
âWhat happens when they find us?â You ask seriously, twirling a lock of hair around your ring finger, whispering so Sirius and Remus canât hear you. Theyâll be less than happy if they find you and James having a make out session without you.
James shrugs. âThey wonât.â
He dips down to kiss you again and you let him. Heâs hard to resist. Itâs only a few moments later when you hear someone clear their throat loudly in the doorway.
âWell, well, well,â says Sirius.
James stops kissing you to groan and drop his forehead to your chin, guilty at being caught and probably dreading the consequences (a kiss attack, probably). You, on the other hand, peer over his shoulder at Sirius and giggle. Heâs got a kitchen towel over his shoulder and heâs in a total dad pose, arms crossed over his chest and everything.
You duck your head so your lips are next to Jamesâ ear. âYou were saying?â
James grumbles. Meanwhile Sirius is calling over his shoulder,
âRemus, love? Theyâre having a love-fest in here and they didnât invite us.â
You all hear Remus gasp dramatically. You giggle because heâs definitely picked that up from James. âWhat?â
Remus comes barrelling down the hallway and into Siriusâs side. At Remusâ arrival, James finally gets the guts to look over his shoulder. You imagine itâs quite the sight, you in Jamesâs lap with his hands all over you and yours in his hair.
âSorry,â you say, but youâre grinning like a fool and youâre sure you donât look very sorry.
Sirius raises an eyebrow. âAre you?â
âWell, itâs your fault, Siri,â James cuts in, leaning back on one hand and twisting so he can look at Sirius and Remus. âYou wanted to cook with Remus.â
âDinner can wait,â he says simply. He crosses the room in a few quick strides and before you can react heâs manhandling you off of James lap and to your feet. James isnât much help. Heâs too busy staring dreamily at Remus.
Sirius plants you on your feet and curls his hands around your elbows.
âGive me a kiss,â he demands firmly, his tone and his eyes setting your chest alight. His height makes him all the more intimidating. You go shy under his gaze, and turn to throw Remus and James a desperate save me look.
âJeez, Pads, could you be any less scary?â James drawls. âYouâve made her all shy.â
âMânot shy,â you protest, even though you are, and Sirius makes you the shyest. To prove your point you push up onto your toes and press your lips to Siriusâ. Itâs a quick kiss, and you can tell by the look on Siriusâs face when you pull away that it was too quick for him.
He grabs your chin none too gently, long fingers curled around your jaw. âThat was nothing like the one you just gave Prongs,â he complains. Heâs joking, you know, but itâs hard to believe that when heâs got such a serious look on his face.
He pulls your face towards him and meets you halfway, his one hand keeping you in place as he kisses you deeper. Your heart thumps as he uses his thumb to open your mouth up, his own lips parting along with yours. He kisses you and kisses you and heâs so earnest with it that you actually feel lightheaded when you pull away.
âThere, I kissed you,â you say, breathless and trying not to show it. You think you need more than a breather after that. Maybe a good long time away from your kiss hungry boyfriends. It would save you the dizziness. âHappy now?â
Siriusâs lovesick grin says heâs happy. Itâs then that you remember Remus and James and feel bad for leaving them out. âRemus, baby, do you want one?â
You turn and find Remusâs lips are already decidedly occupied. Jamesâs too.
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You turn and find Remusâs lips are already decidedly occupied. Jamesâs too.
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sirius black + grumpy x sunshine !!
hi babe this is short but I think itâs cute anyway. thanks for the request ily
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âDarling,â Sirius says. âWhatâs the matter with you?â
You lift your head to look at Sirius. Youâve got a frown pulling at your lips that hasnât gone away for at least an hour. Itâs awfully cute. Itâs also awfully sad.
You shift on the park bench, your knee knocking Siriusâs. âNothing,â you say, definitely lying.
Siriusâs frown is nowhere near as deep as your but it comes close. âHey. You know I know when youâre lying, right?â
You grimace. âMânot lying, Siri,â you say, all pouty and cute.
Sirius rolls his eyes. Here you go again, being adorable to get away with lying to him. Heâs not sure if you do it on purpose. It sure feels like it.
Instead of pressing you to tell him whatâs wrong, he slides his arm around you and gives you a good shake. âYouâve got a horrible case of the frownies today, lovely girl,â he says lightly. âHow âbout you give me a smile?â
For a second you look like you might smile. Then you roll your eyes.
âI donât have the frownies,â you say through a frown.
Sirius snorts. âYouâre silly,â he says, dripping with fondness, reaching around to poke you in the ribs. You swat him away with barely any force.
âSmile,â he demands, digging his fingers into the dip of your waist. He watches amusedly as you twitch and press your lips together to hold in your laugh. âSmile smile smile smile smile.â
With each time he says âsmileâ he pokes his finger deeper into your side. Soon youâre giggling like mad and shoving his hands away.
âStop! Sirius, babyâ stop. Please! Stop!â
Sirius stops, only because youâre finally smiling, wider and prettier than ever. He grins.
âThereâs that pretty smile,â he dotes, poking his finger into your cheek where itâs appled and flushed. âThanks, honey.â
You fake a scowl at him but it doesnât last long, youâre breathless and still holding back giggles and you ultimately lose the battle with your smile. It stretches across your lips and Sirius falls in love with you all over again.
âI hate you,â you say, beaming. your words so heavy with fondness that Sirius feels the weight of them in his chest.
He gives you a smile that he thinks probably doesnât even come close to your own. But he tries his best.
âI love you too, baby.â
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okay so I took a completely different approach on this one and did dad!remus ⌠hope u still like it angel!! and thank you for the request đ¤
summary: yours and remusâ daughter, daisy, throws a mini tantrum. remus handles it like a champ
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Yours and Remusâs daughter looks exactly like you. If you were four years old and quite a bit smaller. Sheâs got your eyes, your skin tone, your lovely hair. Even her nose is a carbon copy of yours. Remus would be jealous if she wasnât so pretty. Heâs always wanted a kid that looks like him, but one that looks like you is even better.
Sheâs got a grumpy face thatâs shockingly similar to yours, too. Sheâs pulling it now, sitting on the kitchen bench with her legs swinging and her arms crossed, scowling at Remus so fiercely itâs almost not cute. Almost.
âDaisy girl,â he says patiently. He never wants to lose his patience with her. Ever. Even now, when heâs unhappy with her because sheâd shouted at you when you were just trying to help. âYou made your mum real upset, you know that?â
Daisy shakes her head vigorously and shouts, âNo!â
Remus doesnât know what sheâs saying no to and isnât sure she knows, either. He sighs.
âNo what, baby?â He asks. One of Daisyâs kicking legs catches him in the thigh and he sets a hand over her knee to stop the movement. He squeezes her soft, squishy thigh gently, to let her know heâs not mad. Sheâs so small his fingers spread all the way to her hip.
She visibly softens under her touch. Her bottom lip wobbles. âNo,â she says again, less angry and far more sad.
Daisy promptly bursts into tears. Remusâs heart cracks into a million pieces. Sure, heâs not happy about the shouting, but seeing his little girl cry never fails to break his poor heart.
It only gets worse from there. Daisy starts wailing. Remus has no choice but to scoop her up in his arms and hold her to his chest as if that will glue his heart back together.
âOh, sweetheart,â he soothes. He holds her with one arm under her butt while his free hand rubs small circles on her back. âDonât cry, baby. Itâs okay. Itâs okay.â
Daisy cries and cries and cries. Remus knows youâre gonna appear before you do. Youâre not very much stronger than him, when it comes to Daisyâs cries.
Youâve got a look on your face close to heartbreak as you appear in the kitchen doorway. Remus has a funny feeling youâve been standing just out of sight this whole time. He meets your eyes and frowns.
âDais,â he says softly into her ear. Sheâs still crying, shaking from the sobs, but sheâs quieter now. She really does sound very sad. âMummyâs back now. Did you want to say sorry?â
Daisy calms down enough to pull away slightly and look Remus in the eyes. Her face all wet and flushed, eyelashes sticking together, cheeks hot and pink. Remus doesnât like it one bit. He uses his thumb to push away her sticky tear tracks as she nods.
âYes,â she says hoarsely, her breaths shaky like they always are when she cries like this.
Remus smiles at her softly. âOkay, then.â
He carries her over to you and she hides in his neck on the way over. Her face is warm and wet on his skin. He can hear every little tremble in her breathing and it takes everything he has not to break down crying himself.
He encourages Daisy out of her hiding place once heâs close to you. She appears, all tear-streaked and so very sad. Remus props her higher on his hip and twists his shoulders so sheâs facing you.
âGood girl,â he says to her, softly, encouraging. He strokes a thumb over her hip. âGo on.â
Daisy is quiet for a moment. Then,
âMâsorry, mummy,â she says, quiet as a mouse but so sincere it has both Remus and you smiling like idiots.
âAw, thatâs okay, sweetheart,â you say, never one to hold grudges. You hold your arms out for her and she goes to you immediately.
Remus watches with so much love it hurts as you wrap her up tightly and lay kiss after kiss to her head.
âItâs alright, baby,â you say sweetly. âYou know I just wanted to help you, yeah?â
Daisy nods into your shoulder. Remus feels a rush of pride that at least something heâd said to her had stuck.
âI understand that I made you mad, though. I shouldâve explained better.â You pull back and Daisy follows suit. You look her in the eyes and smile softly. âIâm sorry, too.â
Daisy falls right back into your chest. âThatâs okay, mama.â
You smile so big Remus is sure it aches, your hand rubbing her back soothingly. You meet Remusâs eyes over Daisyâs shoulder, a look on your face that says thank you.
Remus kisses you in lieu of a youâre welcome.
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summary: james walks you home and wants to kiss you
I lost the ask for this because Iâm an idiot. the request was james + âyou can kiss me, you knowâ
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Itâs late when James drops you home.
The moon hides behind a cluster of clouds. James thinks, cornily, that youâre more beautiful and bright than the moon could ever be, in your pretty red dress and your sparkly jewellery and Jamesâs big leather jacket. Your hair all messy pretty and your smile so intoxicating James thinks he might be drunk on it.
Heâs dizzy on his feet as he walks you to your apartment, your hand in his the only proof that heâs not dreaming. Youâre pointing at the stars, neck bared to the single streetlight on your block and your free arm pointing upwards.
âLook at that one, James,â you say, stopping in your tracks to point. âItâs so bright. Can you see it?â
James tears his eyes away from you to look where youâre pointing, but honestly, he canât tell what youâre trying to get him to look at. Itâs either his poor eyesight or the fact that heâs dazed off of your company. Either way, he frowns.
âNope,â he says honestly. He adjusts his glasses as if that will help. âWhere are we looking?
You giggle and James thinks he might pass out. But then youâre pressing further into his side so you can move your arm into his line of vision, pointing directly upwards. Your shoulder slides behind his and your chin hovers over his shoulder. Now James thinks he might die.
âLook, right there,â you say softly, your voice so near his ear James thinks he might burst into flames. âAbove that big cloud shaped like a heart.â
James looks. It takes him a while, but he finally spots it. Youâre right, it is bright. James is surprised he didnât spot it earlier, itâs so distinguishable from the ones around it.
âOh,â he says. Heâs trying not too breathe too loud or too fast. Youâre so close he thinks you might be able to hear every single breath heâs taking.
âItâs pretty, right?â You say softly, and he can hear your smile.
James looks down at you, in all your beauty, and he canât help himself.
âNot as pretty as you,â he says, and mentally high-fives himself for it.
You giggle, breathless and girlish and Jamesâs heart feels about two sizes too big for his chest.
âThatâs awful, James,â you say, your smile betraying you.
âSorry,â James says instinctively.
You laugh loud and James doesnât have time to be embarrassed about his sudden lack of game, because youâre lifting yourself onto your toes to push his glasses up his nose where theyâd been slipping. Your face is so close James could kiss you.
âDonât be,â you say sweetly. You smile and Jamesâs eyes are drawn to your lips.
James thinks you might kiss him. Then he thinks he should probably make the first move, given the fact that heâs the guy. He struggles with it internally, weighing his options, all the while staring at your glossed up lips. Heâs about to ask how you would feel about him kissing you when you beat him to it.
âJames,â you say, soft and light as a feather. James likes the way your mouth moves around his name. Adores how you say it so sweetly, as if you maybe like him as much as he likes you. âYou can kiss me, you know.â
That does it. James takes your face in his free hand and pulls you towards him. Your mouths clash in the middle and James wonders if heâs died and gone to heaven. You taste like brandy and lip gloss and you smell like honey. He catches a hint of his own cologne and remembers youâre wearing his jacket, remembers how heâd offered multiple times and youâd only taken it after making absolute sure he wouldnât be too cold.
He kisses you harder.
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Also, congrats on 2k! Love you and your blog đĽ°
summary: james comforts a shy!you when youâre worried about meeting his friends
shy!fem!reader 0.9k words
James likes you. Loves you, even. Youâre perfect, even though youâre shy and quiet and have so much self doubt it makes his chest ache. He loves you for your heart. Your quietly huge heart.
Youâre squeezing the life out of Jamesâs hand. He really canât find it in himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little.
âY/N,â he says gently. At his voice your head snaps around from where youâd been gazing at the drink bar. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. âAre you alright?â
You gulp. You donât look alright. You look scared shitless.
âIâm fine,â you say, sounding far from it.
James gives you a look that says we both know thatâs not true. He slides his free hand over the table and offers it to you, palm up on the scratched wood surface. You take it, shy and timid, but the moment your hands are locked in youâre squeezing the hell out of that one, too.
James grimaces. âSweetheart,â he says, his tone drenched in pity. âYou look petrified. Whatâs the matter?â
He knows exactly whatâs the matter but he wants you to say it. You do, though youâre very shy about it.
âIâm just a bit nervous,â you say. âA bitâ doesnât cut it. Youâre so nervous you actually look queasy. âAboutâ about meeting your friends.â
Without meaning to, James makes a pitying sound from the back of his throat. Youâve hidden your face, ducking your head down so you donât have to look at him. Youâre embarrassed about your confession. Contrarily, James is proud. Proud that youâre able to tell him whatâs wrong so easily. Youâve come a long way from when you first met.
You surprise James when you speak again. He was sure heâd have to coax more of an explanation out of you.
âItâs scary,â you admit in a small voice, staring at your lap. âI donât know if theyâllâ um, well ⌠I just donât want them to not like me.â
You cringe at yourself and pull your hands away from Jamesâs, wringing them in your lap instead. James sighs, heavy and sad and loving all at once. When you donât show any signs of opening up further, James takes matters into his own hands.
He stands from his spot in the booth, rounds the table and slides in next to you, so quick you donât have time to protest. His thigh presses into yours. His closeness flusters you and you duck your head, staring at his knees.
âBaby.â James hooks a finger under your chin and pushes gently until youâre looking at him, his thumb against your jaw to keep you in place. âYou have nothing to worry about, I swear.â
âButââ
âBut what?â James asks quietly, as kind as he can when his chest hurts so much. âIs it that youâre quiet?â
You nod. Youâre staring at James like heâs your saving grace. Heâs trying his best.
âThat doesnât matter, honey,â he says earnestly. âReally, it doesnât. I like you, donât I?â You open your mouth to answer but James doesnât let you. âI do like you. A lot. A lot a lot. I like that youâre quiet.â That you only ever open up with him, that he gets to see both sides of you, shy you and you you. âI like everything about you, angel.â
You hide your face in your hands like heâs said something awfully cheesy, which he supposes he has.
âIâm serious!â He keeps going, because he can sense youâre smiling into your hands and he wants you to keep smiling. âIf you want me to list everything I like about you, Iâllââ
âNo!â You gasp, emerging from your hiding place to slap your hand to Jamesâs mouth. âDonât, James.â
James grins against your palm and then kisses it for good measure. You flush and seem to realise how close youâve become, releasing his mouth and returning your hands to your lap. James takes one in both of his, because he can.
âTheyâre quite nice, actually. Sirius and Remus,â he says quietly. Heaven forbid anyone ever hear him say that. Anyone but you, of course.
You look up at him with too much hope in your eyes. âYeah?â
James squeezes your hands. âYeah. Loud and mildly annoying, but ⌠nice. They wonât care that youâre quiet.â
Really, they wonât. Sirius is loud enough for the four of you and Remus is, well, Remus. Heâs only loud when he wants to be. James knows heâll tone it down for your sake.
âDonât tell them I said that about them,â James adds, faux serious. He knows you wouldnât ever but wants to make you laugh.
It works. You giggle and the smile youâre giving James is enough to knock the breath out of his chest. He grins like a madman as he releases your hands to slide an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his hold.
âAnd Iâll be here the entire time,â he reassures, giving you a gentle shake. âYouâll be okay. Okay?â
James feels your entire being melt into his side, your thigh pushing into his, your shoulder crushing into his armpit, your head lolling against his shoulder. In what James thinks is a stroke of bravery, you slide your hand over his thigh, slow and sweet and enough to make James lightheaded. He doesnât think he could ever love anything more than you, his perfect shy girl.
James can hear the soft smile in your voice when you answer.
âOkay.â
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âOkay.â
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congrats on 2k! could i ask for steve or eddie with extrovert x introvert please?
summary: eddie picks you up when you get overwhelmed at a party
shy!gn!reader 0.6k words
Eddie finds you in the upstairs bathroom. Youâd called him fifteen minutes ago, on the verge of tears, almost begging him to come and pick you up from this nightmare of a party. Your words, not his.
He knows youâre in there only because he finds your bracelet on the carpet just outside the door. The latch mustâve come undone. He picks it up and secures it around his own wrist, making a mental note to actually remember to return it to you. He knocks on the door.
âY/N? You in there? Itâs me.â
Thereâs a pause, then a series of sounds, and then the doorâs opening and youâre there. You look as pretty as when youâd left for the party earlier, if not somehow prettier. Eddie thinks you get prettier and prettier with every passing hour.
âEddie,â you say, sounding relieved and looking twice as much. You scrub at your face, too harsh for Eddieâs liking. When you pull your hands away he thinks he sees tear tracks on your cheeks. When he takes your face in his hands, he knows he sees tear tracks.
âHave you been crying?â He asks quietly, as kindly as he can. He wouldnât like to make you cry even more.
âOh.â You look extremely guilty at being caught and it would make Eddie laugh if he wasnât so worried about you. âUm, n-not really.â
You try to pull your face from Eddieâs hands but he wonât let you. He holds you still and drags his thumbs over the hollows beneath your eyes.
âWhat happened?â He asks slowly, softly. âDid something happen?â
You stop struggling and instead shake your head in his hands. Itâs awfully cute. Eddie had to stop himself from pinching your cheeks.
âNo,â you say around his hands. âNothing happened. Just ⌠got overwhelmed.â
Eddie can tell youâre being honest and is glad for it. He hates when you reduce your sadness or your worries to little things, when really, theyâre big things for you. He lets his hands slide down to the spaces between your neck and shoulders.
âIâm sorry, angel,â he says, squeezing your shoulder. âThat sucks.â
You sigh. âYeah.â
Eddie doesnât hesitate as he wraps you up in a hug. He pushes his arms over your shoulders and encourages your face to his neck with one hand, his fingers buried in your hair. You oblige happily, your arms pushing around his waist and locking him in. Eddie hugs you as tight as he possibly can without crushing you. You hug back, less tight but just as enthusiastic.
âI think a kiss would make it better,â Eddie says quietly, his lips at the side of your head. He pulls away so he can see your face. âWhat do you think?â
He watches as you attempt to keep a straight face but ultimately fail, a whisper of a smile tugging at your lips.
âMaybe,â you say slowly, looking like youâre about to burst.
Eddie grins. He keeps one hand firmly on your shoulder while the other slides to your jaw and pulls you in. His smile mirrors your own as he dips down to give you a chaste kiss. Itâs sweet and soft and you taste like strawberry lip balm.
When Eddie pulls away you look happy as ever, the prettiest smile heâs ever seen gracing your features. He has to refrain himself from kissing you again.
âBetter?â He asks, his thumb carving a track down your jaw.
Eddie expects you to flush, to grow warm in the cheeks and shy under his gaze. You donât. Instead you put on a thoughtful face and look up at Eddie with eyes like a puppyâs.
âI think one more will do the trick,â you say seriously.
Eddieâs heart soars.
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congrats on 2k!!! i recently started following you and youâve become one of my favs v quickly!
could you pls write a patching up bâs wounds with sirius?? ty!!!
summary: sirius cuts his hand and you patch him up. cw! mentions of minor injuries/blood
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Siriusâs hand is covered in blood. He stares at it. The blood looks like red paint on his pale skin.
âJeez, Siri,â comes your voice from the doorway. Sirius looks up. Youâve still got that look on your face, that worried, exasperated look. Your arms are full of a first aid kit. âYouâve got to be more careful, baby.â
Sirius thinks heâd take a knife to the hand a million times if youâre gonna call him baby every time he does. âI am careful,â he says, keeping his thoughts to himself.
You laugh like what he said isnât funny at all. âNo, youâre not. Donât pretend you werenât brandishing that knife around like it was a sword.â
Sirius pouts. He thought you hadnât seen that. And he wasnât brandishing. He was just cutting vegetables. Sirius-style.
âIâm injured,â he mopes, watching you pull a chair around the table so you can sit right next to him. âStop being mean.â
You roll your eyes. Sirius suppresses a grin. It gets harder to do so when you sit down and shuffle your chair closer still, your knees knocking his.
âGive me your hand,â you say, holding your own hand palm up on the table. Sirius does as heâs told, lest he face your wrath.
Shockingly gentle, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull his hand towards you. You wrinkle your nose at the wound before getting to work. Sirius watches your face as you clean the blood from his hand, sees how the crease in your brow disappears when you realise the cut is not as deep as it looks. Heâs lucky itâs not deeper. He thinks you might stab him yourself if it was.
You clean the cut with disinfectant, and it stings but Sirius doesnât say so. He can imagine what youâd say. Stop complaining, this is your fault, baby.
After youâve cleaned the cut you wrap his hand in gauze and a bandage, your fingers soft and the look on your face softer. Your thumb presses into his pulse point as you carefully dress his hand. He wonders if you can feel his pulse. Then he wonders if you can tell itâs faster than usual with you so close.
Watching you pack up the first aid kit, his hand freshly fixed up by you, Sirius finds he canât hold his tongue. âIâm sorry,â he blurts. âReally, I am. Iâll try to be more careful.â
You look a bit shocked that heâs apologising. Confused, at most. But then your face softens, your mouth forms a smile, your pretty eyes crinkling at the corners.
âDonât be sorry,â you say quietly. âItâs okay.â
Sirius canât figure out why youâre suddenly taking it easy on him. Not that youâd ever been hard on him in the first place, but heâd expected a telling off, or something of the sort. Nothing like this.
âSorry,â he says again, unsure.
You giggle, and if Siriusâs hand wasnât injured heâd take your face in both his hands and squeeze your cheeks until your skin warms under his hands. He opts for doing it one-handed instead, raising his uninjured hand to cup your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the corner of your smiling mouth.
âThanks for fixing me up,â he says. âIâve never had a nurse as pretty as you before.â
As heâd expected, your face warms under his touch. You roll your eyes, also expected.
âYouâre full of it,â you say, more soft than exasperated.
Sirius grins. âThanks, pretty girl.â
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Congratulations on 2k 𼳠I was thinking about a Grumpy x Sunshine with Tasm! Peter Parker.
thank you for your request babe!
summary: peter comforts a grumpy you when youâre sick of studying
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Studying sucks. Youâve had enough of it after about ten seconds, but you keep at it because you have to and because you donât want to bother Peter, who seems much more inclined to study than you.
Heâs sitting on his bed bent over his laptop, the screen light reflecting in his glasses and his hair all messy from where heâs run his hands through it. His posture is awful and youâve told him so but he always ends up in the same position anyway. You sit and watch him for too long before realising youâve gotten distracted. Again.
You sigh, long suffering, and turn back to your books on Peterâs desk. Youâre picking up your pencil like itâs a chore when Peter speaks.
âSweetheart,â he says, sounding sympathetic. âThatâs about the hundredth time Iâve heard you sigh in the past ten minutes. Are you okay?â
You look up from your books and frown at him.
âNo,â you moan, maybe more dramatic than you need to be but this really does suck. Youâre bored and youâre tired and youâve got a headache. And you want to cuddle your boyfriend.
Peter, ever the optimist, offers you a soft smile, tilting his head to one side. Itâs so cute you almost stop frowning. âWhatâs wrong, darling?â
He says it like he can fix whateverâs wrong, like he can solve all your problems and more. Youâre sure he could.
âIâm tired,â you mope. âAnd I have a headache.â
Peter makes a pitying noise that makes your heart stutter. He slides his laptop off of his lap and climbs off the bed, crossing the room in a few quick strides until heâs standing in front of you in your desk chair.
He takes your face in his hands and itâs so nice you could cry.
âMy poor girl,â he says sympathetically, his hands rubbing at your neck. He doesnât frown, rather, he smiles, all big and bright and pretty. Heâs got a lovely smile. âShould we take a break, dove?â
You donât smile because youâre still grumpy, but you do manage to soften out your furrowed brows. âYeah, please.â
Pete beams, and youâd be jealous of how happy he is all the time if he didnât look so cute doing it. He drops his hands and holds one out for you to take.
âCâmon then. Do you want to go for a walk? Or should we could order takeout, if youâre hungry. Oh, we could watch that show you like, the one withââ
âPete.â You grab his hand to stop him listing off more options. You give his fingers a squeeze. âI love you, but Iâm too tired to do any of that, baby. I just wanna cuddle.â
Peterâs smile doesnât waver, because it never does.
âOkay, lovebug,â he says cheerfully. He pulls you out of your chair with ease and leads you over to the bed.
âYou know, you couldâve just asked, sweetheart,â he says lightly, tugging you onto the bed with him. Heâs smiling big so you know heâs not being cruel. Besides, when is he ever cruel? Youâre the one with a short fuse. âI mean, instead of sitting and sighing like I can read your mind.â
You climb into bed next to him, hook one leg over his and throw your arm across his chest. Heâs warm, and just as comfortable as youâve been imagining.
âBut you can read my mind,â you say into his chest, only half joking. Sometimes he knows you so well you think he can see every one of your thoughts. Honestly, you wouldnât put it past him.
Peter chuckles, his chest vibrating with the sound, his fingers traversing a path down your back, bumping over the ridges in your spine. Itâs so nice you forget about frowning. You smile into Peterâs chest. His hand stops short in between your shoulder blades.
âAre you smiling?â He asks teasingly, even though he canât see your face where youâre squished into his chest.
âMind reader,â you say accusingly.
Peter laughs again.
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