i’ve been re-watching Parks and Rec lately, and i feel strongly that this would be Luke’s reaction - and Rey’s reaction - when he finds out that Rey and Ben have been doin’ it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lololol i just love this show so much dammit
(also i apologize for my sloppy-as-shit text overlay buuuuut it’s half past midnight and i just wanted to share a rough idea of my vision XD)
“Which one do you want to hear?” you asked as you took The Tales of Beedle the Bard from the shelf.
Your six year old daughter looked at you and sighed. You knew she was tired from listening the same stories over and over again. Her favourite was The Tale Of Three Brothers, of course, she loved scary stories which reminded you of her father.
As you sat next to her on bed she looked down at her hands.
“I want a new story.”
You chuckled. Making up new stories wasn’t one of your talents and you knew Sirius could do much better at that, he was a born storyteller.
You thought for a moment. Nothing came to your mind. As a child you were never told stories from your mother - you came from an old, pureblood and wealthy family which taught you a lot - especially what kind of family you don’t want your daughter to have. As a little girl, you used to sleep in a dark room in a cold bed that felt so unfamiliar. You used to believe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t hate muggle borns as your family did.
“Mom?” your daughter woke you from your thoughts.
“I want to hear about you.”
“Yes. You and dad. How you met him.”
That brought a smile on your face. You felt like a little girl again. Bringing back the memories of how you fell for Hogwarts’ heartbreaker. And how he fell for you. Memories of your best friends Remus, Lily and James and the one you considered as your close friend, but failed - Peter. In seven years while you attended Hogwarts, your whole life changed.
You worked for the Ministry now, being an important official there, you rarely visited Hogwarts, unless your daughter and two older sons did a mischief or something like it.
“That’s a long story love..” you said to her and in an instant you knew that’s just going to fire her curiosity up.
“But mom! You never told me how you met him!”
You tried to calm her down by pushing her down to bed again and cover her up with a blanket.
“Darling look, maybe some other time.”
Your daughter crossed her arms and started pouting.
“Oh don’t give me that look. You are so like your father.” you chuckled.
She didn’t reply, but you knew she wouldn’t go to sleep, even if you promised her you will take her to Honeydukes tomorrow.
“Fine.” you finally gave up. Her face lightened up and she excitedly jumped under her blanket, preparing for a story.
You lied next to her and began.
You and Sirius have known each other since you were infants. His mother was your mother’s best friend and your fathers worked together. You lived with your parents, older sister and younger brother a few blocks away from 12 Grimmauld Place. So you knew him through your family and you two used to play together in the snow and in a nearby park watching muggles living lives much different from yours.
When you entered Hogwarts everything changed. He met James, Remus and Peter and you found yours - Elaine and Debbie, both purebloods. You were both Gryffindors, but he was an outcast and couldn’t stand his family, while you were afraid of losing your own. He became school’s heartthrob, while you were achieving top grades in all subjects. Sometimes you would caught him glacing at you in class and when you did he just smiled and looked away. You two still talked on many occasions, at Quidditch matches, at breakfast and when he copied his homework from you. You cared for him, as a friend back then. It didn’t bother you that he fooled around with girls, you considered him as your very good friend.
You befriended Lily in your third year and as years went on you, two grew closer. She was a muggle born and when your sister found out, she told your parents who almost disowned you from your family. They told you, you were a disgrace to the whole family and that you must stop this insane thing right now.
In that moment you felt your braveness that put you in Gryffindor. In your bones there was no longer fear of losing your family, but losing yourself. So you stood behind your words and actions and you sent your family to hell.
It was your sixth year and you no longer had patience for people like them. You didn’t just tolerate those who thought muggleborns were their inferiors, but you couldn’t stand no one who was much to proud and mighty and that meant James Potter and his best friend Sirius.
When you saw them bullying Severus who happened to be your friend because of Lily, you hexed them both. Yes that sent all three of you to detention, but you didn’t care. You were fearless and brave.
Sirius was amazed by the fire inside of you. You were once a girl afraid of a world she lived in and now you took control over it.
He always payed attention to you. He always thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. He always cared for you. But when you finally shined in your true light, that’s when he fell in love with you.
James started teasing him about you, but he just shrugged him off as he headed to your dorm. Yes, of course it was forbidden, but did Sirius care? Absolutely not.
He opened the doors of your dorm to find you on your bed with your books and snake (yes, others may had owls, but you were something special) around your hand.
You jumped on your feet, totally surprised while Lily from the other bed just looked at him in awe.
Sirius was speechless. He just stared at you for a moment, before he turned his gaze to Lily.
“Would you mind leaving us for a moment?” he asked her.
Before Lily could argue how dares he come here and that she can’t stand him nor that Potter, you gave her an apologetic look and he left.
Sirius stepped closer to you and finally poured his feelings out to you. As he finished and confessed his love he had for you, you just stood there, not knowing what to say.
“Well?” he asked after some time.
You sighed and took a few steps back.
“Sirius…I have no idea how to say this to you, but I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Sirius was rejected for the first time in his life, beside his family. There was no girl in this school that would ever say no to him, but you did. Out of all people. It had to be you.
He was angry, mad even, at you, but you just said you don’t believe he’s capable of true love for one person. You doubted his feelings and hurt him a lot.
For the next few months he ignored you completely. He loosened up and gave himself to drinks, girls and reckless life.
You however regretted your decision a few weeks later, when you realized that he was truly in love with you. That he cared for you as you cared for him. But it was too late.
In your seventh year, your three years younger brother broke his arm while playing Quidditch. And it was Sirius who brought him to the hospital wing, staying with him until you came.
While you were walking down the white hall full of beds, you noticed a tall, handsome figure standing next to bed at the end of the hall. He was smiling at the patient and you soon realized it was Sirius smiling at your brother.
Yes you cared for your brother, but you were so nervous around Sirius. You were so embarrassed. you could hardly look at him. Your brother was cover in bandages, but happy to see his sister.
“Hi.” You said to Sirius firstly. He said hi back, but then gave you space to talk to your brother.
“(Y/N), you are an absolute idiot.” your brother said to you.
“Excuse me? I have much higher gra-”
“Shut up. You know what I’m talking about. Sirius is completely in love with you and you don’t do anything about it? I know you’re in love with him too. I didn’t forget how you used to talk about him all the time and then when he was disowned you defended him. What on earth is going on with you?”
You looked at Sirius, who was looking out of window, there was something missing..a spark of life that lightened up the room when he entered it.
“Listen, I told him about your crush on him you had on him since you were little-”
“You what?!” you whispered shouted at your brother. Now you were red in the face as a tomato.
“You stupid bimbo!” You smacked your brother’s head, before you quickly left the room.
You heard someone shout your name and suddenly you were spinned around by your wrist and your eyes landed on Sirius.
“Stop running away from me.” He said hurtfully. His eyes were sad, like he had lost everything he has ever loved.
You put your hands on his chest as a sign of giving up and he put his on your cheeks.
Before you could say anything, he kissed you, softly yet full of lust, like he was longing for that kiss since forever.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” you thought, as he kissed you again and again and again.
“And then?” your daughter asked you, with no sign of tiredness in her voice.
“And then…we got married moved in here to take care after your grandmother Walburga, who was crushed after your uncle Regulus’ death. And then your two brothers came and then you and here we are..And soon you’ll go to Hogwarts like your brothers and Harry and Ron.”
She hid her face under a blanket. “I don’t want to.” she said.
You uncovered her to see her sweet angelic face. “Why not?”
“I want to stay here with you.” she said quietly.
You kissed her forehead and tucked her to sleep. After you turned off the lights and left her room, there was a warm feeling that flew over you. There is a whole life ahead of her, you thought. And you and your husband and friends around you are getting older, even tho you are in your thirties and you are still young, there are now people in your life that are far more important than anything in your life. And you must protect them.
You walked up the stairs of your house, to your bedroom. You were already in your sleeping dress, so you just slipped in your bed, under the sheets. You sighed quietly and drifted back to sleep, but before you could do that, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to the body next you, that belonged to your husband.
“Where have you been for so long?” he said in his low and sleepy voice.
“I was telling our daughter a story.” you replied while you caressed his hand on yours.
Sirius chuckled. “What story? From The Tales of Beedle the Bard?”
“No, she’s tired of them. She wanted to hear about how we’ve met each other.”
Sirius chuckled again and pulled his body up, so he was supporting it on one arm, while looking down at you.
“That is an interesting story. I hope you didn’t tell her everything.”
You chuckled and punched his arm slightly. “No, of course I did not.”
Sirius laughed, before he looked into your eyes, his face now completely still. He pushed stray of your hair from your face and gently kissed the corner of your lips.
“Remind me again of how you rejected me..” he whispered quietly as he kissed your jaw, neck and collarbone.
“..you know I was wrong back then. I was young and you had a certain reputation.” you said back softly. His touch still gave you shivers after all this time.
“What can I say, every girl wanted to have a piece of this.” he said while he pointed at his chest, covered with tattoos.
You both shared a laugh, before you spoke;
“I love you Sirius. I always have.”
He smiled and nodded. “I know, love, I know. I love you too.” he said and kissed you once more.
And then you two drifted back to sleep, embraced in a bed you shared, in a room full of memories, in a house you called home.
I usually am not comfortable writing about (Y/N) being a parent, but sometimes I am haha, anyway I was thinking about names that Sirius’ children would have. I was thinking of Medora for a girl and Magnus and Eneas for boys. Idk, I like them. Please give me feedback and tell me what would you name Sirius’ children…this sounds weird..bye.
Since you started sneaking into the boys dorm, a night hasn’t passed where you and James weren’t tangled together, every body part touching, wrapped underneath the covers. He loves to wrap himself around you, fingers laced with yours, his face buried in your neck and hair.
He loves the feeling of you against him, and he likes keeping you warm, so he tends to drape himself around you and tangles his legs with yours, so when he wakes up in the morning he can kiss you awake, and if you try to leave he’ll bring you in tighter and mumble “No, stay,”
Nothing makes Remus feel safer then when you are safe in his arms and he is safe in yours. Yes, it may sound cliché to others but to you two it is your little world of perfection and nothing could make it better. Remus will completely pull you into him as if trying to make you both one. His hand will tangle in your hair and wrap his other round your waist. Sometimes, after a full moon, you’ll swap places and comfort him - not able to leave his side.
Favorite Ships Tag Game
Okay, let’s start a game! Write 10 (or less) of your favorite ships and include a picture or gif of each one. Then tag 10 people who (and whose ships) you’d like to get to know better. Have fun!
This sounds fun, and it’s been a while since I’ve attempted something like this. I bet I’ll leave something important out but here goes. Not in a particular order because that would break my brain.
Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth: The MY HEART IT SO INVESTED ITS GONNA BURST ship. The impact they have had on each other so far is so powerful, so moving, so beautiful. I don’t know where it’s going, exactly but all my heart wants, wants SO bad is at least one sliver of them acknowledging what they mean to one another, and at least one moment of stolen happiness, even if it ends horribly because GRRM.
Han Solo/Leia Organa: My sexual awakening ship. I can still recall the first time I saw them kiss. I was a teenager, watching ESB for the first time and I SWEAR my stomach did a 360 FLIP inside me. It was a profound moment. I like him because he’s a scoundrel. I like the ship because they are so volatile, so strong, equals who drive each other crazy but fall head over heals anyway. I love their sass, their chemistry, their tenderness. They are so compelling to watch.
Stormpilot- Poe Dameron/Finn: The current obsession. They are too pure, too sweet, too lovable. They bring sunshine into the world and I need them together.
Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger: My oldest ship on the list, my first major ship. Realized at 12, with some help from the passionate essays of the internet, that they were meant to be for a million different reasons. I still believe it and I always will.
Ben Wyatt/Leslie Knope: My THIS IS WHAT I WANT ship. Seriously, their relationship is basically perfect. So kind, so loving, so unendingly supportive, full of humor and fun, a willingness to make mistakes right and forgive them of one another, GOSH I WISH THEY WERE REAL AND RUNNING THIS COUNTRY
Harry Lockhart/Perry Van Shrike- My obscure ship. If you’ve never seen Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, I cannot recommend it enough. It is hilarious and charming, just like this weird amazing not-quite-couple who had sizzling chemistry and so many moments for a shipper to cling to.
Lee Adama/Kara Thrace: The Hurts My Heart Ship. I know that Sam was good for her. I know there are a lot of reasons why they didn’t work out, and that maybe that was good. And yet, I really did long for them to find happiness together. The love between them is insanely strong, even if they never could get it right. The loyalty between them, the passion and care, the knowledge of each other’s deep flaws that doesn’t stop them from caring…it’s too beautiful, and I will never stop dreaming of a world where they could have worked it out.
PS Is this not a painfully symbolic image of them? There is love and concern but also BARRIERS and too many challenging feelings and ugh, but even with how sad and deep and tough it is, there’s still humor in this scene. SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR IT KILLS ME
Dr. Alan Grant/Dr. Ellie Sattler: I can’t think of a title for them. I guess technically they might even beat out Ron and Hermione as my favorite ship, since I started watching this movie when I was 5. Another case of lovely intellectual equals who don’t always agree, but always support each other. I love their relationship, and Jurassic Park III never happened ok bye
Lyra Belacqua/Will Parry These two have such a prominent place in my heart. I don’t know how Mr. Pullman gave us two kids who were TWELVE years old and made me believe in their universe-shattering love with every part of my heart, but he did, and I thank him for that. READ THESE BOOKS, PEOPLE.
Remus Lupin/ Nymphadora Tonks I have recently jumped about the wolfstar ship (really late sailor there, I know) and enjoy it a lot, but I also ADORE these two. Basically Remus is my favorite character along with Ron, and I just to think about him being happy so much. I also love this one because I TOTALLY CALLED IT after OotP and my best friend laughed and judged me BUT I WAS RIGHT AHHAHAHAH
Parks and Recreation has had its share of big moments, scenes, comedy, characters and even tear-jerking moments that will live on even after next month’s far too soon finale. But there are a particular share of moments and memories that really define what Parks and Rec is all about, why it survived this long and why it is so special. Here is what I believe those moments are.
You’ll Understand - Kylo Ren x Reader Genre: angst, comfort, one-shot Tags: sad/emotional kylo, reader-insert, implied female reader A/N: This may be a little ooc for kylo, I wrote it immediately after I saw the movie and did some minor editing on it tonight. Also yeah mind reading seems to be a pretty painful thing, so we’re going to assume that having been in an on-again-off-again semi-toxic relationship with kylo, the reader is past the point of painful interrogations and they’re just sort of used to it. Assume that the connection between them is pretty strong.
You wanted so much more. More than him. But here you were, standing
small beneath his towering frame. You weren’t proud of yourself. He had some
kind of hold on you, you couldn’t get far enough away without being pulled
right back. His dark eyes bore into your own, and you trembled like a leaf
under his gaze
You knew about his past, his crimes, his viciousness. You also knew his
gentleness that seemed only to be reserved for yourself. Those rare moments
when he would break down his walls, show you what tiny scrap of light was left
within him – and then it would be gone. Snuffed out with training and his own
sheer will to not give in.
He strived to follow the darkness, to finish his grandfather’s legacy. You
deserved more than stolen moments, more than unwilling fits of emotion. You
deserved much more than his nervous kisses and shaky embrace.
And yet, here you stood, and with an unwelcome yet familiar probing sensation in the back of your mind, you knew that he had seen your every
thought. You hated how easily he could figure you out, know every last thing
you were feeling. He could take and take, and yet you were powerless. You had
to make do with the tiniest of shows of affection, mere scraps of attention
while he never needed to question your intentions.
“Then why haven’t you gone.” It was halfway between a question and an
observation. He knew the answer. He knew everything.
The breeze whipped at his robes, briefly shielding you from the cold
air, and as it billowed back around him the air bit at your face. You hadn’t
noticed the tears dampening your cheeks until then.
You were angry. You were beside yourself with self-loathing and
self-pity for loving a man that could never love you back. For loving a
His eyes changed. I didn’t mean
that, you thought. You knew he had sensed that thought, and he was visibly
hurt. He drew back, stepping away from you. His eyes seemed so fragile, so distraught.
He turned away from you completely, before saying, “Go, now.”
“Please,” he choked. This was the most emotion he had ever shown you,
yet you weren’t pleased. This is not how you wanted him to open up.
You stood there, rooted to the spot. Now that you had the chance to go,
why weren’t you running? Why didn’t you move?
He remained still, save for clenching fists.
“I…I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave you.”
He turned around quickly, his eyes wide. Before he could take a step toward
you, you had planted yourself directly into his arms, and without hesitation he
returned the embrace. He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, sighing
deeply as your hands tangled into his shock of black hair.
No matter what you deserved, you wanted this. You wanted him in your
arms, vulnerable and open.
“I am weak. You make me weak.”
“Emotion isn’t weakness, Ren.”
Again, he sighed. “You don’t understand.” He slumped into you a little
more, visibly defeated.
“Neither do you,” you said, stroking his hair. “I’ll make you