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In His Favourite Sundress

Roger takes forever getting ready to head out to dinner with you, so you decide to take a nap wearing his favourite dress. When he finally gets out of the shower, he just can’t help himself.

Warnings: Roger Taylor x f!Reader; (consensual) somnophilia; groping and fingering; a little bit of begging towards the end. STRICTLY 18+ - minors aren’t welcome on this blog, and will be blocked. Notes: An oldie from the BoRhapRogerina days - redrafted and made a little better!

Roger hummed away as he emerged from the bathroom. A cloud of searing heat seeped into the bedroom, fighting the fresh evening air that billowed in from the balcony. He shivered, still clad in just a towel.

He took so long to get ready for dinner that you decided on a siesta while you waited. You were so exhausted that you didn’t mind if your dress got creased. Your eyes sagged shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. 

You wore Roger’s favourite dress. Not daring by any stretch of the imagination, but he always found a way to make the most average garments absolutely filthy. The relaxed scarlet sundress sat a couple of inches above your knee and if Roger stood at the right angle, he could effortlessly slip a hand underneath it, completely undetected. That was why it was his favourite dress. It was also why he insisted you make things even easier for him by forgoing underwear when you wore it in his company.

He didn’t need to tell you anymore; you did this out of habit.

He smirked when he noticed you sleeping facedown. You had a habit of shifting around while you slept and somehow your attire had bunched up around your waist and hips. Realising this, Roger tossed aside the jeans in his hands and crawled into bed next to you. You didn’t stir.

You both had an agreement that this was okay, but Roger couldn’t help feeling apprehensive as he stretched out his hand to stroke the back of your thigh; gently caressing your skin from the underside of your knee, all the way to your bottom, fingers pressing into your flesh. He bit his lip, briefly contemplating the idea of delving lower. It felt perverse. You had no idea what he was doing. But you had an agreement.

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The Art She Loved Masterlist

Series Rating: Mature

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten 

Chapter Eleven

Alright?

Author’s Note: My box has been flooded with requests and I couldn’t be happier! I’m not sure how long it will take me to get all of them done, so please be patient and I will probably get a master list posted in the next few days. I’m home sick today, so I will probably have a few posted today. I really hope that you guys enjoy this one-shot as I love it with all my heart, but I’ll probably say that about every one-shot that I write. Requests are open at the moment, so don’t be shy.

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Prompt List

Roger Taylor x Reader

Requested by @acidrainslutt

4. “Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”

26. “Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up.”

Word Count: 1,940

Warning: Swearing, fluff

The London streets were dark as Y/n stumbled down them, her heels wobbling on the cobblestones as she did so. Old buildings loomed around her, lights sweeping through the windows, lighting up the street. Wrapping her arms around herself, trying to shield her bare arms from the cold air, she turned a corner before coming to a stop. The buildings that lined the street didn’t spark any memories. When it came to her map of the town, they weren’t on it. She had no clue where she was. She sighed, turning in circles, trying to find something to anchor her to her location. None of the street names that she could see looked familiar. But then again, in her drunken state even things that were familiar to her seemed so foreign.

At that moment she was silently cursing herself for going drinking. She hadn’t gone alone, going to a new pub with a few of her friends. But as they started to knock back shots that seemed to get stronger each time, the group split up. Y/n remember that two of her friends had stumbled out of the bar together and another was lead to a back room by someone. That left her all alone in a smoke-filled room full of strangers. The rational part of her brain that hadn’t been fogged over by liquor, told her that it was best if she left, so she did. But her brain hadn’t told her that leaving by herself in a city full of strangers wasn’t a good idea. Not until she had gotten herself lost.

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Maverick

Recently released biography, On the Road with Her Majesty, details the lives of the band Queen and their families. With an introduction by Dan Sinclair, please enjoy an excerpt of the book. 

I had been hired by Freddie to write about the group. My editor had laid down the job description in front of me, with a grin wide on his face. Dan, this will be perfect for you, he’d said.

Wanted:

A writer, a good writer, to document the lives of Queen as honestly and as glamorous as possible.

Hours are brutal. Travel required. Rockstar tempers expected.

Pay is enough.

Two weeks later, I was on a flight to Vienna.

I traveled with the band across Europe for a few weeks. There was a gap in the tour before they headed to the United States and Freddie was insistent that I spent time with each band member during the off time. We have just as much story to tell off the stage, darling.

He was right of course. The quiet of Freddie at home was different than at any other point I’d seen on tour. John was at ease and talkative among his wife and children. Brian was the most unchanged of the band members, smiling and soft.

Then there was Roger and his wife, Maverick.

One of the most interesting stories of all.

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Our Little Jailbird - Roger Taylor x Reader

Not Requested

I’ve had this idea for a while, wasn’t exactly how i originally pictured it, but it’s been so long since i’ve posted anything, i wanted to get something out for you guys. Hope you enjoy! Please leave a like/comment/reblog and also leave some requests, i could always use new ideas

Word Count : 1291

Pairing : Roger x Reader

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The shrill ringing of the telephone danced around the studio walls, earning annoyed groans from the four men in the room, eager to finish their new album and put it behind them. The ringing continued until Miami rolled his eyes at his band, taking the phone off of the hook and answering it. His eyes widened instantly and he gave a small chuckle, bringing the phone down before looking at the band members in front of him, the blond in particular.

“Roger, for you.”

Roger flipped his drumsticks to the side, standing to get to the phone. “Who is it?”

Miami only chuckled as he passed the receiver.

Roger leaned against the wall as he put the phone to his ear. “This is Roger Taylor.”

A man’s voice answered. “Hello, Roger, do you know a Miss (YN) (YLN)?”

“I do.” He gave a small laugh. “She’s my fiancé. Is she alright?”

The man sighed. “Yeah, she’s fine but she does need you to pick her up if you would. She’s not exactly capable of getting home herself.”

“Where is she? What happened?” Roger stood a little straighter, the tone of his voice alerting his bandmates who now looked on with curiosity. “You said she was fine.”

“She is fine, just got a little drunk and got herself arrested and well, you were the only name she’d give up when we asked if anyone would be able to bail her out. You’ll be able to bail her out then?”

Roger closed his eyes before nodding, gripping the phone a little tighter as he smirked, picturing you in a jail cell. “I’ll be there in ten.” He then hung up the phone, putting his hands on his hips as he glanced to the other men in the room. “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Brian asked, plucking at random strings on his guitar. “We’ve got an album to finish.”

Roger nodded as he fiddled with his pockets, hunting down his keys, heading for the door. “I know we do, but I’ve currently got a fiancé in jail, so I have a special priority at the moment, like I said. I’ll be back.” With that he walked out of the studio and headed towards the jail, he couldn’t help but laugh as he drove towards you.

-

Your head rested against the cool steel bars, it felt nice against your heated skin, your flushed cheeks and your pounding headache. Soft groans left your mouth with every small movement you made. Thoughts of the night before came crashing against your skull, making your hangover a thousand times worse than what it already was.

The night was a blur, well parts of it were. The other parts well, you didn’t remember those parts. Now you knew how Roger felt when he had nights like the one you’d just had. You had to give the man credit, he could carry on as if the night had never happened still, you weren’t to that point yet and never would you again if you could help it.

Your reflecting came to an end as you heard footsteps approaching and a melodic laugh filled your ears.

“My darling, look at you.” Roger’s voice filled the room along with his laughter. Oh he was not going to let you forget this. “One night out with friends and this is what happens. I told you I’d pick you up love, I was only a call away.”

Slowly you let your eyes crack open, the bright lights in the room sent your head into a frenzy and you snapped them shut again. “Out.” Your voice was beyond hoarse, but you didn’t care, you were ready to go. “I want out! Roger! Get me,” a loud and slightly painful hiccup left your body, “Get me out, Rog, then tease later. Please!”

Another chuckle and his hand was on yours. “I do love to hear you beg darling, music to my ears.”

“Rog…” you began but were cut off by the door you were leaning so carefully against, moved out of the way and you stumbled into Roger’s awaiting arms. His chest felt like home, you’d definitely rather be pressed against his chest instead of the bars any day. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, helping you stand on your own feet. “Thanks.” You grumbled.

“Thank you, officer.” He laughed out as he lead you out of the station. You were only able to open your eyes a handful of times as he lead you to the car. He helped you get inside and helped buckle you in before getting in on the other side. He didn’t start the car though, he only turned in his seat to look at you. “What happened last night, love?” In all honesty, Roger did try to be sincere with his question but you were just a sight that he couldn’t help but let out a few laughs at. “You look a right mess.”

“I am a mess.” You covered your face with your hands. “Too many drinks.”

“I can tell. How did you end up in a jail cell?”

A shrug of your shoulders was the only answer you wanted to give him. But Roger was Roger, he wasn’t done until he got a solid answer out of you.

“Love?”

It was no use, he’d find out somehow you were sure of it. “I may or may not have had a few margaritas. I may or may not have been dancing like an idiot on the dancefloor.” Roger’s eyes lit up with amusement with each word you spoke. “And finally, I may or may not have thrown my drink at the bartender when he told me I’d had enough to drink. Didn’t know that was worthy of a call to the police, but apparently it was.” You turned your head to spare Roger a glance and turned back just as quickly.

The grin on Roger’s face was the biggest grin you’d ever seen on his face. It may have held a little pride as well, he’d never admit it to you, but seeing you get put in jail for being drunk, it may have been the funniest thing he’d ever witnessed in his life.

“This isn’t funny Roger!”

“Love,” he breathed, turning back to start up the car, “this is hilarious. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Promise?”

He held out his pinky and latched it with yours. “Promise.”

-

Technically, only Roger made that promise. Miami on the other hand, did not make that promise. When Roger left the studio, he went into a laughing tirade about your drunken journey. All of the guys were laughing, holding their stomachs and everything. Sweet little you, in jail, it was something they thought they’d never hear in their lives. It brought amusement to a very stressful period in their life.

-

Roger pulled up to the studio and you groaned. “I just want to go home, Roger, I spent the night in jail. I need a shower and a proper bed, please just take me home.”

“I’ll only be a minute love.” He went to get out of the car but was stopped by your hand. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re seriously not about to leave me alone, are you?”

“Course not.” He removed your hand before going to your side of the car and opening the door, holding his hand back out to you.

“Seriously?”

He smirked. “Only for a minute love, they’ll understand.”

Groaning, you took his hand and followed him in, quickly wishing you’d had just stayed in the car.

Freddie clapped his hands as soon as you walked inside, a grin that could’ve outmatched Roger’s adorned his face. “Welcome home our little Jailbird.”

Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall in Love)

Masterlist

Pairing: Roger Taylor x OC 

Theme: Fluff 

Word Count: 3100+

Written for the @bowieandqueen11 fluff writing challenge! This was such a great idea and I had so much fun writing this. I’ve got a LOT of ideas so if people enjoy this I might actually make it a multipart fic. 

My prompt was: “It’s you. You’re the one I love.” Enjoy! 

Brian had been the one to introduce them. He and Genevieve had met during their first year at University, and although Roger had heard her name several times, it took over a year to meet the illusive redhead. That changed late one night in November, when Brian had finally decided to bring her to the flat while Roger was home. She’d been a little shy, returning his wide welcoming grin with one a little more muted and uncertain, but after the first bottle of wine had been finished she’d loosened up a little. They’d ended up sharing the cramped loveseat together while Brian had curled up in the armchair opposite, and as their shoulders bumped and he heard her laughter, Roger swore he felt giddy, but he blamed it on the alcohol.

They drank late into the night, until she started to slump back against the couch cushions, looking between him and Brian through heavy lidded eyes, and they decided it was time to sort out sleeping arrangements. The three had drunkenly argued over who would be sleeping where - Brian obviously couldn’t sleep on the loveseat, and even she would have been uncomfortable in it. Finally, after realising none of them would be able to get a half decent night’s sleep in the living room, she’d proposed sharing a bed with one of them. Brian had locked eyes with Roger over her head - he knew what his flatmate was like - and had suggested Genevieve take his room before stumbling off down towards his room ahead of her, bouncing off the walls of the corridor like a ping pong ball. She and Roger had watched him go with matched looks of bemusement, before she bid him goodnight and followed the lanky guitarist. Roger had paused in his doorway as she approached Brian’s room, stopping just shy of the threshold. He’d seen her nose wrinkle in distaste.

“What is it?” He asked, keeping his voice soft. There was a pause, and then a giggle as she turned to face him.

“Brian snores.” She whispered, and sure enough, as Roger got closer he realised he could hear the telltale snores of a very drunk Brian, who’d apparently passed out as soon as he’d stumbled into his room.

Inviting her to sleep in his room had just been the gentlemanly thing to do, at the time. When he jerked his thumb in the direction of his silent bedroom it had been completely innocuous, but when he woke up just before six, his arms wrapped around her and her back pressed up against his chest, it felt a whole lot less innocent. During the night they’d ended up spooning, so when he woke his nose was pressed into soft auburn curls, arms wrapped loosely around her waist as he anchored her to him. As she shifted in her sleep, burying her face into the pillow, Roger felt her hips swivel a little, her ass grinding back into him, and somewhere in his still-drunk mind the thought emerged to ask if she fancied a quick shag.

Bad idea, Taylor. He scolded himself. Friends don’t fuck their roommate’s friends.

Instead, he closed his eyes and settled back into the mattress, her hair tickling his nose as he pulled her a little closer, more out of habit than anything. Not that he would have told anyone, but waking up with someone curled up in his arms was one of his favourite things in the world.

They didn’t speak about that night for a long time. Brian had no idea Genevieve had spent the night in Roger’s room instead of his - he was the last to wake up and stumble into the kitchen, where she had already prepared a pot of coffee, which she and Roger were sharing as they nursed their hangovers. When he asked her if she slept well, his back to them as he rooted around in the fridge, he missed the sly smile she and Roger shared over their coffee cups.

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Tangerine (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Request: can u do something rlly rlly fluffy with rogah?? like they’ve been friends for years and they both like each other (like, like like each other lol) but they’re both big dumb and it takes the other band members to finally get them together?? they’re like playing truth or dare or something and freddie dares rogah to kiss reader or something?????????? idkkk but thank uu

Pairing: Smile era!Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2,200+

Warnings: None, she’s cute.

N.B: This is me trying to get back to fulfilling requests, it’s been sat in my inbox for like 3 weeks I’m sorry sksksk. Also the title comes from Tangerine by Led Zeppelin, which was always introduced as being about love in it’s most innocent form. 

No beta, we die like men.

“Really, Fred?”

“Why not?” He cocked an eyebrow teasingly, opening a bottle of wine. “Scared of what might happen?”

You folded your arms over your chest, inhaling sharply at the challenge. “Why on earth would I be scared?”

“Oh I don’t know…” He said airily, pouring two glasses - one notably more full than the other. “These games often have a way of getting a little… Personal, wouldn’t you say?”

“The hell do you mean ‘personal’?” You tapped the side of your wine glass insistently. “Pour me a real glass, don’t be a wanker.”

Freddie obliged, making the drinks a little more equal before setting the bottle to one side. You were stood in his cramped kitchen in the shoebox flat he shared with Roger, topping up on alcohol. It was late on a Saturday night after a Smile gig, and the three of you, along with Brian and Tim, had piled into the tiny living room to carry on drinking after the show. The boys had grabbed some of the cheapest beer they’d been able to find from the off-license along the way, but you and Freddie had refused their offer of a few cans, opting to pour yourselves some wine when you returned.

You could hear Brian finger-picking some familiar tune that you couldn’t quite place on Roger’s old acoustic guitar, and as he played, the quiet chatter stopped. The other two were listening, probably trying to pick out which song he was playing. You turned back to Freddie, who sipped his wine pointedly, one eyebrow still raised.

“Besides, isn’t it a little juvenile? Truth or dare?” You shook your head incredulously. “What are you, twenty-four?”

“Twenty-three.” He corrected sharply. “And it isn’t the only thing around here that’s juvenile.”

“That,” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Was a low blow.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Unfortunately, a few months earlier, during another night like this where the two of you had gone to watch Smile perform, you’d made the mistake of revealing your feelings for his flatmate. Thankfully, it was while the two of you were drinking before the gig, so no-one else had been around to hear your confession.

“Are you two coming or what?” Tim called from the living room, interrupting the conversation before it could go any further. Freddie grabbed you by the hand, dragging you into the living room where you joined the rest of the boys, sitting cross-legged on their worn out carpet between him and Tim.

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tequila [billy head canon]

I’ve never written a headcanon before. My beautiful and loving wife @stevesharrlngtons encouraged me to try it and, like the good spouse I am, I take her advice.

Billy was an experienced drinker.

He couldn’t even remember the first time he had a sip of alcohol.

It was just always around from the time he was small.

Strangely enough, even with his Dad being the strict asshole he was, Billy always got away with drinking underage.

So when you two would party together, he crushed three beers for every one cooler you sipped on.

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bonding [billy hargrove headcanon]

It was Friday. Finally.

Billy had been watching your neon pink lips move along to the gum being chewed behind it all through out last period.

He just wanted them on him now.

He was curious to know if it was cinnamon or bubblegum

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backdoor [b. hargrove headcanon]

Warning: There’s a touch o’smut. Read at your own discretion.

Neither of you knew how it happened.

Neil and Susan were out at a dinner party.

Max was out wandering around Hawkins with The Party.

Tommy was grounded.

It was just you and Billy alone in his house.

In the three months you two had been with each other, that had never happened.

The Hargrove home was an ever-revolving door of chaos and noise.

You two tried to escape to his bedroom sometimes to study.

To fool around.

But Susan and Neil insisted the door stay open.

It had been the single most frightening seven and a half minutes of your life: giving Billy head with his bedroom door open.

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slow responses.

billy hargrove x reader

summary: volleyball, a rivalry, a head injury and a worried boyfriend.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: @gutterdreams gave me this idea, and helped me with this a lot and i just love her! also i used to play volleyball and always wanted to be really good (i wasn’t) so i’m living vicariously through the reader. feedback is appreciated 

You breathed deep, the sounds in the gym becoming a dull hum in your consternated state. Your hands were placed firmly on your knees, the end of your ponytail ghosted across your back as you moved side to side.

This was it. This was the biggest game of the season, and you weren’t going to be the one who fucked it up.

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come on.

drabble five of five

billy hargrove x reader

summary: the one where you are forced to drive the camaro. 

a/n: last one! i hope you guys enjoyed this little week of drabbles. let me know which was your favorite one, or if you liked this. if so, i might do this again in the future. also, oops, this is longer than 1k but oh well. enjoy (:

You had insisted on calling a cab for you and Billy, but he had dismissed the offer. That was something you vehemently reminded him when he recalled with slight anger, but mostly amusement, the time you drove his car.

You and Billy were at one of Lou Reynold’s Spring Break blow outs. You hadn’t been deemed the designated driver, but after looking over the sea of only Pabst Blue Ribbon and rum, you decided to avoid alcohol for the night. You and Billy usually spent most of a party together, making out, groping each other and the like. But tonight, you had seen an old friend of yours, Ashley, that you were dying to catch up with. You told Billy you’d meet up with him later, and he gave you a nod and a curt kiss to the temple and disappeared into the sea of people around you.

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stevesharrlngtons masterlist

 finally making this bitch! stories, drabbles and headcanons for billy hargrove, steve harrington, nancy wheeler.

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it’s a good thing.

(billy hargrove x female reader)

summary: billy hargrove knows that soulmates are bullshit. especially when he meets you, because you’re not his soulmate. and that really sucks, because billy is kind of going insane.

word count: 3, 551

a/n: this is set roughly to mindset by every avenue. this would have been done earlier but my dad kept asking me what i was typing and there was no way in hell i was gonna say that i was writing a soulmate au featuring a hot guy with a mullet. BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVERYONE! i hope that it’s wonderful and great and that we all kick 2018′s ass! 

It wasn’t that Billy hated the song, but if he had to see the words i bless the rains down in africa one more time on his hip, he was going to scream. It wasn’t like he went looking for it, but anytime he was changing, he’d glance down. More often than not, some song lyric would be scrawled in black. It etched across his skin in a feminine sort of chicken scratch, one that made him embarrassed in the locker room.

He walked over to his bedroom mirror, teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he regarded himself. He still needed to get dressed and grab a bite to eat before school, but there was time to stall. Not long, though. His fingers itched to tug the hem of his boxers down just a little, but he was faltering.

“Anything but Toto,” he mumbled under his breath. He hesitated for a second longer before jerking the fabric down. The black ink was stark against the tan of his skin.

who you gonna call

“Jesus, you’ve got shit taste in music,” he said, shaking his head. He allowed himself the smallest of grins, that familiar flicker of warmth darting through his chest. It only lasted a second, that brief allowance of hope. It was squashed after that, Billy hardening himself against it.

Soulmates were bullshit. Utter bullshit.

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Peacekeeper PT 1 [Billy Hargrove]

Word Count: 5.2k. Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things or the GIF used below. 

I also don’t know if this is any good. I don’t know. Be nice. I hope you enjoy.

There was a long list of reasons why Billy’s life was better since you two started seeing one another and number nine was that you relieved him of most of his babysitting responsibilities when it came to Max. In fact, Susan seemed to prefer you to be the one hanging out with her daughter on a weekend night than her fiery-tempered stepbrother. You had expected that this Saturday Billy would stay at his house with you while his dad and Susan drove out of town to have dinner with a few couples from Neil’s work, but he opted to go to Tommy’s place and trash the basement with his buddies. He said he would be back before eleven so you two could fool around against his dresser, but you knew that Billy had a penchant for losing track of time when he was with his friends.

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Morning Dove (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Birds Of Prey Pt. 2

Summary: Sneaking around becomes more and more difficult for Billy and the Reader, especially when they are right under Tommy’s nose.

Warnings:  Romantic themes, Mentions of Billy’s abuse, Tommy being mean to the reader, mentions of parental infidelity, crude language (use of the word slut)

January

Such an unfamiliar feeling it was, to have fallen so deeply in love with someone so fast that you could hardly keep up with the world around you.

It was as if nothing existed, just the two of you. It wasn’t like Billy Hargrove to fall in love, but he couldn’t deny the gut-wrenching thought of ever losing you, whether it be the way he lost his mother or the way most young lovers do.

Whenever he wasn’t sure if you had meant it when you told him you loved him, he’d call you in the middle of the night.

Your sleepy voice brought a sense of comfort to him, the image of your tired eyes almost unable to open as your cheek pressed against the side of the phone made his heart pound.

On this night he had found his way to your window, lightly knocking his bloody knuckles against the glass.

As your figure emerged from the shadows of your room, only to be silhouetted by the warm glow of your lamp, Billy longingly admired your shape. In nothing but your silky, pearl nightgown, you opened the curtains to your room. Your arms extended like miraculous wings, you were a vision of a dove.

Worry washed over your gentle features as you saw the state he had been left in. The corner of his mouth was split, dried blood smeared down his chin and along with his jaw, collecting under his nostrils in clumps. Purple bruises had begun to form along his swollen brows, a few slowly forming on the exposed skin where his chest peaked through his shirt.

Frantically, you turned the crank that opened the window. The air was frigid and brisk, goosebumps erupting along your arms.

“Hey, angel.” He choked out, stumbling into your room as your arms wrapped protectively around his strong back.

“Billy.” You breathed as he sank into your embrace. “Did he do this?”

“I talked back apparently.” He mumbled into your hair.

Guiding him backwards before turning him around, you say him down.

“Stay here, I’m going to go get something to wash and clean those cuts,” You explained, his hand catching your wrist before you could go. The sorrow in his eyes was undeniably painful to look at, it was almost as if he were scared for you to go, afraid you’d never come back.

“Billy?” You asked, glancing between him and your wrist. Slowly he let go, giving a sad nod. “I’ll be right back.”

Within a few minutes, you returned with an armful of supplies to help aid Billy. Setting them down on the mattress next to him, you gently wiped his face with the warm washcloth. His fist tightened once you dabbed the rubbing alcohol over his wounds, only to relax when your lips touched his forehead.

“Thanks,” he whispered, his hands finding your hips as he looked up at you. He nuzzled his head into your abdomen, rubbing against the smooth, silky fabric of your nightgown. Your fingers combing through his locks, soothing his nerves as he was still shaken by what had happened.

Your brows knitted together as you noticed blood seeping through the back of his shoulder.

Sliding your hands down from his hair and onto his shoulders, you lightly pushing him back.

“Let’s get these off, okay?” You asked, your fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt, his head gently nodding.

The bed dipped as you crawled onto the mattress, situating yourself behind his back. Billy shivered as your arms laced around his neck, sliding down his chest as your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt.

Peeling back the fabric of his shirt, you helped Billy wriggle it off of his arms.

Your chest tightened, your eyes growing wide. It was now that you realized just how badly he had been thrown around. Little scars branded his flesh, cuts and scrape’s coating his shoulder blades.

Desperately wanting to take away his pain, you peppered kisses across his back, as if somehow your touch would heal his wounds.

“How can I help you?” You choked, fighting back tears, unable to bear seeing him suffer like this.

The last thing he wanted was for you to feel any type of guilt or sorrow, especially not with his own issues and woes.

His body twisted around to look back at you, placing a hand on your lap with a sad smile.

“You can’t.” He whispered.

You pressed his bruised knuckles to your lips, before placing his palm against your cheek. His other hand found your other cheek as he leaned into you, slowly reclining you back onto the bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked sadly, staring at his beautiful face that had been poisoned by his father’s rage.

“No.” He smiled as he stroked your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Not when I’m with you.”

Your lips contorted into a sideways smile, pouting with amused eyes.

“Now look who’s being corny.” You teased,  rubbing your hand up his chest. Billy cocked a brow at you, delighted by your sudden change of attitude.

Your touches were soft, like feathers against hard steel as they wandered his skin.

The smell of bacon grease wafted into your room, at first you thought nothing of it, that is until you realized the only reason as to why bacon would be being made.

Your cheek was pressed against the warmth of Billy’s chest, panic now ensuing.

“Good morn-“ Billy began before you abruptly sat up, pulling the blanket up to your chest.

“My parents are home, they-fuck they must have come back early.” You exclaimed, a wild look in your eye.

Footsteps click-clacked down the hall, no doubt it was your stepmother and her Mary Janes. Your eyes fell on the doorknob, your heart nearly falling into the pit of your stomach as you realized you hadn’t locked the door.

“Honey! Breakfast is ready, come on you and your brother can’t sleep away the day.” She sighed, the knob turning.

Slamming your body against the door as it began to slowly creak open, your stepmother let out a loud gasp of surprise.

“Sara-Anne, I’m naked! I just got out of the shower!” You yelled, forcing the lock shut. “I’ll be down in a minute, okay?”

“Alright, um honey it might be wise to put on a towel. Don’t want to see you walking around in your birthday suit.” She huffed, still having a hard time grasping the strange behaviours of the two teenagers living in her house.

Billy watched in amusement, not even phased about nearly being caught by your stepmother.

“Get that smug look on your face.” You glared, before bouncing back onto your bed. “Or I’ll have to get rid of it myself.”

“I’m liking the sound of that.” He smirked, hooking his arm around you, pulling you into his lap. “How much time do you think we have.”

“I think I can schedule you in.” You murmured against his lips.

With a satisfied look on his face, Billy snuck out of your backyard. A cigarette hanging from between his teeth and bottom lip as he leaned over to light up-that is until a certain yellow blob in the wilting tree caught his eye.

“Well holy shit.” He said, the cigarette bobbing with his words.

He looked around, making sure the coast was clear before making an absolute fool of himself.

Within thirty minutes, Billy found himself tangled in branches, the small Canary tilting its head as Billy tried to grasp the small bird.

“Come here you little shit.” He seethed, the cigarette now on the sidewalk below. “Come on, I’ve gotta bring you back to my girlfriend- to your mama.”

The bird inching closer to the end of the branch, letting out a small chirp at Billy.

“Don’t you dare-do not take another step,” Billy warned, clinging to the branches as he inched closer to the bird.

“Don’t you want your mama?” The yellow bird perked up at the sound of “mama”.

“Oh shit, you like that word? Mama? Ma-Ma.” Billy cooed, making kissing sounds as he reached outward.

Mrs Elbert waddled along the sidewalk, her cane scraping against the cement. Her wrinkled face furrowed together as a leg hung down from the old sycamore tree.

“What in the hell?” She grumbled, shuffling closer.

“Got you, you little shit.” A voice exclaimed wildly from above.

A loud snap cracked overhead, followed by a series of profanities as Billy smacked against the grass, rolling down the small incline and stopping at Mrs Elbert’s white tennis shoes.

“What are you doing up in the trees?” The old woman nagged, poking his chest with the end of her cane.

Prying one eye open, Billy squinted up at the woman as the morning sun burned his eyes.

“Just bird watching.” Billy breathed shakily as the wind had been knocked out of him from the fall.

The small bird squirmed against his chest.

It was a miracle your beloved Morty had survived the cold months-despite all the odds stacked against him, he had found his way back to you.

You were surprised to see Billy at your front door, especially considering your entire family was home. When Tommy had called for you, his tone was annoyed more than anything.

“I found your bird,” Billy said, resisting the urge to smile or show any genuine happiness to see the excitement and joy in your eyes as you carefully scooped Morty up in your hands.

“You should’ve beat it over the head with a rock,” Tommy grumbled, annoyed his malicious actions hadn’t succeeded, as he pulled on a jacket.

“Thanks. It’s Billy…right?” You grinned once Tommy’s back was to you.

“Don’t mention.” He smirked, running his tongue along his front teeth.

It wasn’t long before your father whisked Sara-Anne off on another business trip three cities over.

It was only a matter of time before the seniors of Hawkins high pooled into your home, drunkenly dancing and hooking up in the hallway closet.

Tommy shotgunned his fourth beer, slowly beginning to feel buzzed, eagerly trying to impress Billy but to no avail as he had already disappeared into the crowd.

As Carol sloppily danced, her beer spilt onto the carpet.

“Careful, my dad will blow a gasket if he figures out I threw a party.” He scolded, Carol only laughing in response.

“Let’s go break in your new mattress.” She drawled, seizing him by the wrist and pulling him toward the stairs. Tommy wasn’t about to argue with her on that suggestion.

As the two tumbled down the upstairs hall, Tommy was now starting to feel the side effects of the four beers he had downed earlier. He sobered up pretty quickly as he noticed the light pooling out from under your bedroom door-accompanied with soft giggles and incoherent murmurs.

You had made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with his party, and that you would be hanging out with some friends from your school.

“Hey!” He yelled banging on the door, his words slurring. “That’s my sister’s room, y-you sick fucks.”

It was a dangerous game you were playing, having Billy under your roof whilst you were under him, all while your brother was lurking about the house.

April

“You can’t be serious.” Tommy rolled his eyes, tossing a baseball up into the air before catching it again. “There no way Billy is screwing my sister.”

“Half.” Carol reminded with a bored tone as she filed her nails. Her body sprawled across his bed, annoyed beyond belief that Tommy hadn’t so much as touched her since she arrived.

“Where the fuck did you even get that from? I mean, why would Billy even humour her? She’s a total loser, you saw how upset she got over a dumb bird. Billy only bangs babes.” Tommy asserted.

“Sounds like you want to bang him.” Carol quipped, not looking up from her nails.

Tommy ripped the nail file from her hand and whipped it across the room.

“You’re being a real bitch, you know that?” He snapped, her hands raised in defence as she rolled off the side of his bed.

“I’ve got to pee, if you don’t stop acting like a dick when I come back then I’m leaving.” She threatened before heading down the hall, leaving Tommy on his bed, Carol’s words simmering in his mind.

Susan Mayfield was a mousy woman, but she had a kind soul.

When she answered the door to a very distressed looking girl, she had expected that perhaps you needed to borrow the phone.

“Hi sweetheart, can I help you?” She asked with motherly concern, hiding her slender frame behind the door.

“Sorry, I wouldn’t have bothered Billy at home like this but I uh-I really need to talk to him.” You explained, glancing behind you now and then to ensure Tommy hadn’t followed you.

“Billy? Right, of course! Come on in.” She said opening the door, stepping out of the way to allow you through.

“Thank you, it’s just I-I didn’t know what else to do.” You said, picking up your bird cage with a chirping Morty inside. “Is it okay if I bring him in, I don’t want him to get sick and-“

The tears began to spill down the sides of your face as you thought about what Tommy threatened to do to your bird.

“Of course, please come inside. My husband actually just stepped out, so don’t mind the quiet.” She said, placing a welcoming hand on your shoulder as you sniffled.

As she led you down the hall, you couldn’t help but notice the old wallpaper that seemed to be falling apart at the seams. 

It was strange, the more you thought about it the more you realized that Billy had actively made an effort to avoid bringing you over to his home. Although, you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to, considering his home life wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“Billy?” Susan asked very softly as she cracked open his bedroom door.

He looked up from the records that he had been organizing, somewhat surprised by Susan’s presence.

“Yes?” He asked in a confused tone.

“Your girlfriends here, um she seems very upset.” She whispered, glancing back at you as you seemed to have spaced out.

His eyes widened at the term “girlfriend”. It was strange to hear it out loud as neither of you had ever said it other than in the safety of your room or his car. His attention quickly dissolved from the label of your relationship and onto the part about your distress.

“Oh.” He said, quickly getting to his feet once he saw the state you were in as Susan gestured for you to come over.

Susan closed the door behind her to allow for some privacy, still worried about you as she returned to the living room.

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want me to come here but I just-“ you couldn’t form a proper sentence as you unravelled in front of him.

Billy took the birdcage from your hand and gently set it down, proceeding to engulf you into his embrace.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay.” He cooed, stroking the back of your hair as you began to sob.

The closest he had ever seen you cry was the day he first saw you, when you nearly wept right then and there over the loss of your bird, then again on the night he found himself in your bed completely battered.

“He said-Tommy said he was going to kill Morty. That he’d go into my room when I wasn’t home, unscrew the lock that you put in for me, and break his neck.” You explained, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

“Carol put the idea in his head that there was something going on between us.” You paused, stepping back to meet his gaze. “Billy, he’s never liked me, but the way he looked at me the way he spoke to me was pure hatred.”

You were a product of Tommy’s father and his infidelities. You had taken his family from him, in his eyes of course, and now you were taking his friends. It was far from the true reality, but Tommy was hellbent on making it loud and clear that he was not about to let you ruin another pointless aspect of his life.

“Y/N, stay here. I’m going to go knock his teeth in and break his-“ Billy seethed but was cut short by your cries.

“No, please! Please, he’ll kill my bird.” You whimpered. “Please, just leave it. I have to go home to him not you.”

“Then why come here? Huh?” He asked, not angry with you but rather angry that you wouldn’t allow him to protect you.

But alas, this was your fight, through and through it was your battle to be won, for your wings hadn’t been clipped.

“The same reason you came to my window in the middle of the night covered in bruises.” You retorted.

The hard lines in his face slowly dissolving into nothing as he began to understand just how similar you two were when it came to the problems you faced at home.

At that moment he thought of Max. 

Billy Hargrove thought of how terrified he was of his father, and how scared you were to face the wrath of your own brother.

Then he thought of the look on Max’s face when he grabbed her wrist that day in the car.

No matter how many times he had gone over it in his head, no matter how many times he told himself it was for her own good, that his bigoted father would unleash his anger onto her the way he did nearly every day onto Billy, if he found out who she had been hanging around with.

He could convince himself he was protecting her, but in reflection he knew had only frightened her.

“Follow me, bring Morty too.” He said after letting out a heavy sigh.

Following after Billy, carefully holding the cage in your arms, you lingered behind him as he knocked on his sister’s door.

“What?” The younger girl asked, clearly not happy about seeing her step-brother at her door, although when she saw the tear-stained face of the girl behind him, with a birdcage, clung to her chest, she had a feeling something was wrong.

“Max, could you watch Morty- her bird for a bit?” He asked, knowing too well what would happen if Neil found him in his own room, the memory of his goldfish being flushed down the toilet-still well and alive- when he was in the third grade haunting the back of his mind.

“Uh…sure.” She said, only agreeing for your sake as the sadness in your eyes was enough to compel anyone to help.

It was one of the few times Max had seen Billy show any emotion other than anger or annoyance, he seemed worried. 

He seemed human.

“Look,” Billy said as he stuck his tongue out at you, revealing the blue stain covering it.

You laughed happily, revealing your matching blue tongue.

It had become a sort of ritual between the two of you, whenever one was feeling down or had a rough day you’d make your way to the gas station and get a slushie.

In all honesty, Billy hated the blue raspberry flavour-it was far too sour and the sweetness didn’t last long enough for his liking. It was only when he saw the happy look on your face after he chose your favourite flavour, that he would pretend to love it every single time.

“Thanks for this.” You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder whilst placing your drink in the cup holder. “I feel a lot better now.”

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” Billy asked as he stirred his straw around the blue slush.

You sat up, facing him now.

“You want me to?” You smiled.

Billy hadn’t allowed you to step foot inside Hawkins high. Whether it be from the shame he felt by his reputation or the desire to keep his two worlds apart, he was pretty adamant about not taking you near the high school.

You attended West Lafayette, an all-girls school that was an hour bus ride into the next city over. The girls at school practically drooled when you showed them a picture of your “secret boyfriend” that you had taken of him at the video store, as it was part of a promotion for Polaroid.

With the Sadie Hawkins dance approaching at your school, and the various dances thrown at Hawkins you were itching to ask Billy to go with you. Now that he had bridged the gap between your relationship and school, you thought maybe he would be open to the idea.

“Of course, I need my girl on the courtside. You’re my lucky charm.” He said, tapping his hand against your thigh.

Your brows narrowed as a mischievous look spread across your face.

“Am I…magically delicious?” You grinned.

For a moment Billy had a salacious look in his eyes, taking your words as come on. That is until he realized you were referring to the cereal brand slogan.

“You are relentless.” He groaned leaning his head back against the rest. “I walked right into that one, huh?”

“You love me.” You said nudging into his shoulder. He couldn’t keep a straight face for long as he broke into a toothy grin, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

The gym erupted into shouts and whistles as the cheerleaders pooled in, waving their pompoms as they pumped up the crowd.

It was strange seeing how excited people got over a basketball game, especially for a high school team. Sports at West Lafayette were more serious, there wasn’t a big production made out of the lacrosse games and scouts frequented the soccer tournaments.

One of the cheerleaders giddily ran up to you, waving the pompoms in your face and chanted “let’s go Hawkins Hawks” before running back over with the rest.

You found a spot near the back, hoping to go undetected by Tommy.

Your hands tucked the back of your sundress under your thighs as you sat down on the bleacher, pulling the sides of your cardigan closer to your body as the gym was rather cold.

As the basketball players piled into the gymnasium, sneakers squeaking against the smooth floor.

“Look at that ass on Hargrove.” A girl squealed, elbowing her friend next to her.

Your smile faded at her words, somewhat feeling insecure about yourself.

“What I’d do to do him.” The friend giggled, taking a sip of her coke.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of your dress. You hadn’t even humour the idea that Billy was embarrassed by you or even if he was just using you, and that being the reason as to why he never wanted to bring you around the school.

Of course, you knew that wasn’t the case, Billy wasn’t going to flaunt you around at Hawkins when Tommy was there. But the more you heard the Hawkins girls gush over him, the more insecure you felt.

Once the game finished, you lingered around the halls, holding your breath until Tommy finally left.

Glancing over at the clock on the wall, you let out a sigh as thirty minutes had passed by. It seemed as if every player but Billy had made their way out of the change room.

Hesitantly you pressed your palms against the door, a gust of steam blew against your face. The squeak of the shower tap echoed in the empty change room, bouncing off of the steel blue lockers.

“Billy? Hell-ooo” You sang, folding your arms across your chest.

“Back here babe, sorry I’m taking so long.” He apologized, walking out from behind the showers, a towel wrapped around his waist.

You found yourself staring at his bare chest, swallowing had as you snapped back up to his eyes.

“You were really great out there. The way you just, y’know tossed the ball around, scored on the hoops.” You complimented.

His hands were warm as he cupped your face, bringing his lips to yours.

“Thanks.” He smiled, brushing your hair back off of your shoulders.

Halfway to his car, Tommy realized he left his keys in the change room bench.

“Fuck. I left the keys in the locker, I’m gonna go grab them. Watch my shit.” Tommy said to Carol before jogging back toward the school.

He paused for a moment as he stood outside the locker room. A devilish grin spreading across his face as he pressed his ear to the door.

“Billy’s getting it” he laughed before bursting into the locker room, eagerly awaiting to see the look on his face.

Unfortunately for Tommy, the joke was on him.

It was a horrifying sight, to see Billy pressed against you as you leaned on the lockers. Your hands tangled in his wild locks, as his lips devoured yours hungrily.

“What the FUCK Hargrove!” Tommy growled, prying him off of you.

Thankfully, Billy had already put on some pants so he didn’t have to worry about his towel falling-not that he’d care.

“Get your hands off of me, bitch,” Billy growled, shoving Tommy backward, slamming into the other set of lockers.

“Really, Hargrove? Making a slut out of my sister?” Tommy seethed, glaring at you before returning his gaze to Billy.

“Don’t you fucking call her that.” Billy roared, his fist connected with your brother’s jaw.

“Stop, Stop!” You demanded, wedging yourself between the two, your hand forcing Billy back by his chest. “Let me handle this-please, for my sake.”

His jaw set in a tight line, his head nodding ever so slightly.

“Tommy, I’m not doing this anymore. We are eighteen now, not five. I don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t like me, quite frankly I fucking loathe you.” You fumed.

“You fucking bastard.” Tommy spat, having lost all control over you.

“Don’t call me that.” You warmed.

“The minute I get home, your bird is dead.” He threatened before stumbling backwards, caught off guard from your fist uppercutting his chin.

It was in that moment that there was a shift in power within the H household.

No longer a feeble dove pinned under the sharp talons of the monstrous vulture, you were now a Phoenix, emerging from the ashes of your predestined burden.

You were free.

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Young, Dumb and Hopelessly in Love

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Basically just the mere perfection of your relationship with Sirius and fluff. *requests are open*

Word Count: 1.5k 

The weekends spent in Hogwarts were usually delightful if you had made plans to go to Hogsmeade or simply if the professors had given you little to no homework. You decided to spend the day lounging around the dorms and playing Wizard Chess with your best friend, Lily in the Gryffindor common room. She was winning by just a smidge but you had enough experience with the game to be able to catch up with just a few more moves. Both of you could care less who won the game, it wasn’t really a priority—just a fun game you decided to play.

“Knight to E8.” You said, the black chess piece sliding to her Queen and was quick to destroy it in hundreds of tiny pieces.

“It’s a bit peculiar don’t you think?” Lily sent you a perplexed look as she said what had been itching her mind all morning. “They haven’t bothered us since this morning. I’m starting to think they’ve died.”

“You mean ‘The Marauders’?” You eyebrows raised, amused at the thoughts conjuring in your mind of what absurd antics they could be doing at the very moment. But you did know that Remus and Peter were going to spend the afternoon studying. Well, it was more of Remus tutoring Peter.

“You seriously call them that?” She laughed, one of the last of her pawns completely obliterating yours to pieces.

“You get used to it.” You answered simply. The Marauders were your closest friends in Hogwarts besides Lily. A joy to be around them, really. Their pranks often bring a smile to your face every once in a while. Of course, there were downsides to that friendship such as when they’d gotten you involved in a prank that ended with all five of you receiving a week’s detention with Madam Pince, reorganizing the library books you had gotten all mixed up.

“And I happen to like them a lot. Seriously.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re dating one of them.” Lily smirked at the reddish tint that formed on your cheeks. “Snogged Sirius lately?”

“Stared at James lately?” You countered, leaning on you elbows to further tease the girl.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She answered, now keeping her eyes focused on the board game.

If you knew anything about Lily’s feelings for a certain Potter boy, it was that she was beginning to like him back recently. Although she was as stubborn as a toddler not wanting to eat their vegetables, her small actions of glancing at the brunette a few seconds longer than normal and the increasing moments of her tagging along with you to watch the Gryffindor quidditch team practices did not pass by without you noticing. You concluded that she just needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Mhm. Sure you don’t.” You innocently, sipped your tea beside you. Somehow annoying her even more.

“I’m serious, (Y/n)!”

“No, you’re not. I’m pretty sure my boyfriend’s not ginger nor a girl.”

Lily groaned at the over used joke and scrunched her face in disgust at how much the cocky Gryffindor boy had rubbed off on you.

“Godric….he changed you.” She sighed, jokingly. “By change I mean ruin, just so you know.”

You rolled your eyes, quickly finishing the last drop of your tea before taking her king, smiling victoriously at another win and sadly, a ruined wizard chess board.

“They’re not so bad you know. Maybe you should give James a chance.” A scoff escaped her mouth, crossing her arms at your suggestion.

“No way.” By this time, James and Sirius came back from their previous endeavors and made their way towards your table, where you and Lily debated whether or not dating James was a good idea. Sirius smirked at the sight of you in just your short skirt and a cashmere sweater. Lily continued to state the downsides of dating James, despite being seated perfectly across the entrance of the common room where the two boys were just in her line of sight.

“And, he’s just a bit too similar with Sirius.”

You rose you brows as you placed your hand over your heart in feign offense. “My Sirius? Oh sweet Lily, no one can be like Sirius.”

“You called?” The devil himself pounced, wrapping his arms around your neck before kissing your temple. “You ladies couldn’t get me out of your head?”

“You know my mind could never stop thinking about you, love.” You grinned, leaning your head lovingly on his arms. Your hands, gripping his as he attempted to pull you back towards him, the wooden chair you sat on only allowing his chest to connect with the back of your head.

“And I could never get the taste of your lips out of mine, darling.” He hunched down towards your neck, your heads nuzzling against each other like birds on a spring day, completely forgetting about the red headed girl across you.

“Gross.” Lily gagged, causing you and Sirius to pull your heads away. With a chuckle, Sirius kissed your cheek to annoy the girl even more. “I get that you’re in love and all that but try not to do all that mushy, lovey-dovey crap in front of me.”

James made his way to her side, placing his hand over the red head’s shoulders. “Hey Lily, think of this. If you go out with me, we could do all this weird couple stuff Sirius and (Y/n) always get to do.”

You leaned your head back towards the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, watching the scene unfold before you. James’ daily efforts of asking Lily for a date always ended up in an instant rejection from the Evans girl. It was kind of a repetitive scene but entertaining nonetheless.

Sighing, Lily removed James’ arm from around her before getting up from the table. “Bye (Y/n), Bye Sirius.” She sent you a smile and left without another word.

James’ shoulder slouched in defeat, sitting on the chair where Lily previously sat.

“That was smooth.” Sirius stated, smiling cheekily at the brunette.

“I don’t understand why you’re still single, Prongsy.” You teased as well, restiing the side of your head on Sirius’ arm.

“Bugger off, love birds.” James let out a scoff then turned his head away from you, earning not so silent laughs from the two of you.

The next morning, you sat eating breakfast with the four boys with Sirius’ arm placed leisurely around your waist, and Lily, who was adamant on convincing you that she was only tolerating sitting near James because she wanted to sit beside you. You were simply smiling to yourself, fully aware that that was not the case. 

Stabbing your silver fork on one of your strawberries, you elicited a soft hum of content at the savoring flavor the fruit had. “The berries are extremely sweet today.” You placed your fork in front of your boyfriend, watching him devour the strawberry off the silver, the fruity taste filling his taste buds. 

“Delicious.” Sirius nodded in agreement, taking one of the fruits on his plates and popping it into your mouth. “However, not as delicious as you though.”

You remembered the first time Sirius fed you with his own hands, quite a funny story. It was one of those times when you had been distracted and overly engrossed with an assignment that was unfinished and due the next day. He realized you hadn’t eaten at all that day and forced convinced you to eat dinner with him in the Great Hall that night but failed when you brought the essay you had been working on along with you to the table and were ignoring the savory mash potatoes and chicken pot pie in front of you. That night, strange looks were sent in your direction as Sirius spoon fed you your dinner, the thought of you passing out due to hunger crossing his mind. 

It became a daily routine after that. 

Sirius captured your lips with his, smiling as you returned the sweeter kiss. Despite him being notorious for his bad boy facade and often flirtatious attitude, it didn’t bother you one bit at seeing the other side he had. You were the first girl he’s ever really cracked in front of and it brought butterflies all the time. 

Your friends groaned at your connected lips, however you didn’t bother stopping your mouths from connecting once more. Remus ran a hand on his face, tired of seeing the constant PDA from the two of you. 

“Seriously guys, we’re eating here.” He said, gesturing to his pile of chocolate chip pancakes. “Stop being in love for just a few minutes.”

Sharing a breathy laugh through your lips, you leaned into Sirius one more time before pulling away to pop another strawberry in your mouth, half of it peeking out to which was bitten of by Sirius before you could. 

“Love you.” He whispered. 

“Love you.” You replied breathlessly, kissing his cheek.

“Guys!” Remus exclaimed, earning a small chuckle from you and your boyfriend as you turned your heads to look at the lanky boy across you. You smiled, resting your cheek on Sirius’ shoulder. “Sorry, Remus.” 

“Don’t worry, Moony. I’ll help you find a girl so you’ll be able to snog her like I do with mine.” Sirius grinned at the annoyed glare he had gotten from the boy. “I’m in love, mate. Let me flaunt it!” 

James, who sat next to him and peered at Lily who sat across from him. He twisted a piece of strawberry in his hand and began to open his mouth. “Say Lily—”

“Don’t even think about it.” She said, shaking her head. 

When classes came rolling on Monday morning, you found yourself once more with Sirius. You were on his back, his large hands holding onto the bottom of your thighs to keep you on his back. He was seemingly enjoying carrying you to your Transfiguration class regardless of the fact that you weighed like a ton in your opinion. 

“Well, how nice of you to bless us with your presence, Ms (Y/L/N), Mr. Black.” McGonagall’s eyes narrowed at your current position but still, Sirius remained holding you up. In the corner of your eye, you could spot James, Remus and Peter trying to suppress their laughter. 

“You are very welcome, Minnie!” Your face cringed at his words, using your strength to slide down from his back. A loud snort came from Peter, who cracked earning a quick warning glance from McGonagall. 

“I apologize, Professor.” You mumbled, your eyes staying glued to the ground. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Ah yes. I trust you’d keep that promise—however, I do not believe the same would be done by Mr. Black.” 

“I’m hurt, Professor. You think so little of me.” Sirius gasped, placing a hand over his heart. He pouted, feigning a whimper. “We were simply showering these sods the beauty of our everlasting love.” 

You swore your eyes were the size of two quaffles when the dark haired boy, shoved his way onto one of the tables and stood in the middle of the room. His arms were wide open, a beaming smile on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. “My fellow brave and proud Gryffindors and extremely intelligent yet kind off showoff Ravenclaws—”

“—Mr.Black.” The Professor attempted to warn him.

“I, Sirius Orion Black, the man who had a star named after him—”

“—You were named after a star, Mr.Black.” Mcgonagall stated, rubbing her face in exasperation while you watch your boyfriend embarrass not only himself but you as well. 

“Am hopelessly, utterly, completely, foolishly…” You weren’t quite sure whether or not his sentence was grammatically correct but somehow he managed to bring a smile upon your face. “In love with (Y/F/N).” 

Sirius turned, pointing his hands toward you and grinned cheekily. “The woman I will spend my life and raise puppies with.” With reddened cheeks, you let out a quick breath, the smile never leaving your face. It was sure that your classmates were either trying to keep their laughter in or were contemplating his last sentence that only you and the marauders would understand. 

“Did he just indirectly propose to her?” Someone asked, this urging the boy even more, fortunately the Professor had enough and ordered him to take his seat and why you were still standing by the end of the room, you didn’t know. 

“But Professor, I’m in love!” 

“Then professing your love would need a rain check.” She said, her famous emotionless poker face evident. “Detention, Mr. Black and you may take your seat, Ms. (Y/L/N).” 

You made your way towards the table Sirius stood on and took his hand on yours and urged him to take his seat next to yours. This was the only way to prevent him from causing more trouble ending up with a even worse punishment. 

“Love you.” Sirius smiled, pecking your lips as quick as possible. 

He was going to get an lecture from you later on but in spite of  the humiliating yet amusing show he put on, you were happy with him nonetheless. 

I’m Fine

Summary: Contrary to popular opinion, Y/N knows Sirius doesn’t like her.

Word Count: 4784

Warnings: so much pining, miscommunication, jealously?

Author’s Note: I actually wrote some fluff(?) for you guys! (Is it fluff? I can never tell. I think it’s fluff) Let me know what you guys think

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“Do you think he’ll ever get it down again?”

Your eyes are glued to the figure of James Potter, who is now desperately trying to get hold of his broom. Remus Lupin stands a few metres away, interjecting James’ monologue every now and again to issue words of advice. You can tell by his stance that part of him really wants to just sit back and watch James try to figure it out himself, but that he feels a tiny obligation to at least try to help.

Upon the lack of response to your question, you glance up at the man beside you. His eyes are trained on James as well, his brows gently furrowed in thought. You look back at James.

“I’m sure Evans will give it back to him in the end.”

“You think?” you ask, glancing back at him. He tilts his head a bit to the side as he ponders the question, before glancing over at you. Upon eye contact, he looks back at James.

“Yeah. Don’t you?”

“I’m not sure,” you muse. “Potter’s been getting on her nerves lately. You never know what she’s capable of, that one.”

“What’s Potter done?”

You give him an incredulous look.

“As if you don’t know.”

“Other than his usual dipshittery,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. He turns to look at you, and you hold his gaze.

“I…”

Then you let out a mix between laughter and a sigh.

“I don’t think I’m at liberty to say.”

“Oh, come on,” he says playfully, tilting his head a bit. “Tell me.”

You try to suppress the smile that threatens to emerge on your lips. He’s smirking at you, and it’s making it difficult.

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these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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three rings | john shelby

links to ‘these moments’ and ‘schooldays’

You and Ada stumbled along the street, arms linked and singing.

“You sound like warbling cats”

“It’s my birthday! I can sound how I fucking want”

Ada doubled over in laughter and you swung around to stand in front of her, looking back to where the lads were trailing behind you.

“Johnny, come love me!”

He pulled the pick from his mouth and walked over to you, smiling all the while. He wrapped his arms around your waist and bumped his forehead against yours.

“Hello”

“Hello”

“Happy Birthday”

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what could have been | john shelby

anon requested john’s kids finding and playing with one of his guns and how you deal with the aftermath

You lay beside the kids, fixing the covers around them and flattening their hair as you watched them sleep. Your heart was still beating heavy. It had slowed to normal, but every thud against your ribcage echoed through your chest and stole half your breath. The shadow of the adrenaline still snuck into the root of your nerves, rolling over your skin leaving faint prickles in its wake.

The scrape of the lock downstairs made you set your jaw and your eyes fill. You took deep breaths, reaching down to the pit of your stomach with each draw. The steps kept pace with your heart, beating opposite to each other, filling the space the other left.

You shot your eyes up to him as he pushed through the doorway, bringing his hand up to grasp the doorframe and leaning his head against the fist, smirking.

“Thought you’d all skipped out on me. Never heard ‘em so quiet”

“Get out”

His face fell and he moved away from the doorway, standing straight.

“What?”

“Get…out of this room. Wait for me in the hall”

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My Son | John Shelby

Request: Can I request a imagine where the reader and John are having their first child and hes so happy/proud that hes bringing another Shelby to the family.. Martha and Esme dont exist super fluffy and just plan adorable lol thank you.. I love your writing.. @happys-crazy-queen22

My Son |  John Shelby

At this point, despite only being some five months along according to the doctor, John had told nearly everyone in Small Heath that you were pregnant. You and John had only been married some three months and you knew, with how much you were showing, that people would realize you were pregnant before the wedding. It wasn’t why you and he had gotten married but you knew that gossips in Small Heath would say it was why. A Shelby boy trying to fix a mistake by marrying the girl.  

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Oblivious | young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You can’t seem to wrap your head around Sirius’ change of behaviour.

Prompt: #6, “What are you doing?” “Avoiding.” “Avoiding what?”, and #7, “Everything.““I’m in love with you, you idiot!”.

Request: by @rainandhotchocolate

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: /

Word Count: 887

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