Me Looking Through AO3: Ughhh I Need To Find A Fic To Read

happy mother’s day to tonks💗

sorry for the lack of posts, i’ve just finished up my semester, but i have lots more art on the way!! i hope this will suffice for now :)

One thing about Remus Lupin is that he will PINE.

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

I'd rather take my whiskey neat (also I am reading tcopt)

on repeat 🎶

tagged by @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting, tysm! i love seeing what everyone’s listening to.

here are my current top 10 most listened to songs:

peace by Taylor Swift

Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

Going Home by The Aces

Hold It In by Jukebox the Ghost

cardigan by Taylor Swift

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

Bitter by FLETCHER and Kito

Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Dive by Ed Sheeran

Your Song by Elton John

tagging @madefortherain @neege @littleoldrachel — would love to see what y’all are listening to :))

Water - 364 words

This month’s @wolfstarmicrofic prompts are exercise themed and sooo many of them scream chronic illness to me so here is the first of several chronic illness microfics! This one featuring dysautonomia (: CW for implied internalized ableism.

All Remus can think is that he needs water. He’s overheated, sweat leaking from every pore. He’s dizzy, lightheaded, can barely think straight. All he can think is he needs to sit. He needs to cool off, needs to breathe, he can’t breathe.

But he and Sirius need food. He convinces himself he can handle paying for the groceries. Remus slumps forward, forearms resting heavily on the handlebar of the cart, head ducked, steps slowing to a snail’s pace.

He’s fine. He can do this.

The fog is already permeating his brain, replacing healthy gray matter with empty gray mist. It’s hot in here. He needs to pay. He can’t think.

Remus is clumsy in his scanning and bagging. He’s dizzy. He places the bags into the cart, ignoring the way his heart and lungs and shoulders scream, and heads straight for the door.

The chilly air hits Remus’s skin. It makes him sweat more. He hasn’t put his coat back on, carrying it instead.

When he reaches his car, he tosses the groceries inside carelessly. Despite how unsteady he feels he forces himself to walk to the cart corral and put his cart away.

Finally Remus folds himself into the driver’s seat, head falling against the steering wheel as he tries to breathe.

Five minutes pass, then ten; Remus only feels worse.

He hates himself for even considering it–hates himself more for doing it–but there aren’t many other options.

He reaches for his phone with shaky hands.

“Hey baby, what’s up? On the way home yet?” Sirius’s voice is energetic, excited, loving.

All Remus can manage is a little whimper.

Sirius’s tone changes instantly to worry, concern, still love. “Baby? Are you alright?”

“Feel sick,” mutters Remus.

“Should I come get you?”

Remus hasn’t even begun to consider answering when he hears the jingle of keys through the phone.

He sighs, then whimpers again. Sirius takes it as the yes it (reluctantly) is.

“Be there in ten, Moons. Deep breaths, okay? Remember, you have water in the glovebox.”

Remus manages some pathetic sound and the line goes quiet.

He pulls out the water he had forgotten about.

Sirius is coming.

He’ll be okay.

"who fell first who fell harder" i actually need them both to be down horrendously bad for each other. hope that helps

what i love most about wolfstar is how absolutely gone they both are for each other—and neither of them realizes it. like, sirius looks at the world through a keyhole shaped like remus. he thinks remus is the most beautiful, the funniest, the smartest person on the planet, and he’s convinced that only he truly understands remus’ nature. to him, remus is distant, a little too reserved sometimes, and he has no idea that remus walks around every day with an arrow through his heart, staring at sirius and giggling into his pillow at night.

and remus? he looks at the world through a keyhole shaped like sirius. to him, sirius is this celestial being with an overwhelming, magnetic spirit that’s impossible to resist. he thinks sirius is too nonchalant, too effortlessly charming with everyone—not knowing that sirius, if you looked closely, literally has heart eyes and is trying every single day to impress remus and keep his attention

i mean. they’re both head over heels. they don’t care about anything else. and they’re both stupidly convinced it would take some kind of divine miracle for the other to notice them (all of their friends are banging their heads against the wall because these two idiots clearly only have eyes for each other but are also blind as bats).

sleepless nights but a beautiful sunrise

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