but like a really nice black one would be great.

anonymous asked:


77. Pink or yellow lemonade?
What the hell is pink lemonade???

79. What’s one of the cutest things someone has done for you?
LOL NOTHING???? My friends don’t do cute shit and I’ve been single forever so that’s out. Nice. Great. Ok.

80. What colour are your bedroom walls? Did you choose that colour? If so, why?
They are the ugliest white ever. No I did not, the house came like this.

81. Describe one of your friends’ eyes using the most abstract imagery.
I would really love to do this if only I knew what colour my friends’ eyes were. I would substitute my own but they’re basically a black abyss until I walk out into the sun and then apparently they’re brown like wet mud. NICE!

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Better Than A Love Potion

Originally posted by cannotdi

Warnings: N/A

Request: Nope

Notes: I really hope you like it I’ve written all the ones that went up this week over two days so yeah hope you enjoy

James Potter and Sirius Black were known pranksters and they thought it would be a wonderful idea to slip two of their best friends a love potion, just to see what they would act like.

“Hey Y/N drink this it tastes great!” James tried to slip you a drink.

“Nice try, Potter.” You retorted. He groaned. You saw Sirius trying to slip Remus a drink. It also, didn’t work. “I’m not stupid, I know you and Black are trying to slip me and Remus a love potion.

“Whatever, L/N. We just think you two would be wonderful together.” He reasoned. Little did he know you and Remus had devastating crushes on each other already.

“Well, Potter, why don’t you just let me and Lupin get together normally. Doing it with a love potion isn’t going to help anybody, somebody is just going to get hurt.” You snapped before walking away. You didn’t want to be with Remus just because of a love potion. You wanted it to be real. You walked over to Remus as you were best friends. “Hey Rem. Any interesting stories? I’m really not great right now.” You said sitting down on the sofa Remus was sitting on.

“Feelings suck, love.” He said, putting an arm around you, like he normally did.

“They do indeed.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“They do indeed.” Remus repeated, kissing your hair, something he did when you were upset.

“Can we get out of here? I don’t want to be here anymore.” You said, taking the last drop of your drink.

“Of course we can, do you want to tell me anything?” Remus asked, worried.

“No, I just wanna talk for a bit.” You said grabbing his hand.

“Alright sweetheart, come on.” He replied, you two climbed the stairs and collapsed on the bed.

“Ugh, I don’t know about anything anymore, Rem.” You said resting your head on his chest.

“Me either.” He replied, stroking your hair.

“What are we doing Remus?” You said, sitting up.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“This, Remus. We’re acting like we’re dating and somebody is going to get hurt.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because one day inevitably someone is going to fall in love with the other and it’s going to be painful when the second one wants love advice and they try to hold the first person’s hand and the first person will blush or something and it will all just be bad and I’m going to get hurt because you’re going to get married to some beautiful girl and I’ll end up being best woman and I’ll cry and you’ll think it’s because of happiness but actually it’ll be because you’re getting married and will never love me like I’m in love with you and the first person will just be –”

“You love me?” Remus asked slowly.

“What?” You asked.

“You said you love me.” He said.

“No, I said the first person.” You countered.

“No, you started with first person then you said, I.” He replied.

“But I didn’t mean, I was using it for effect.” You tried.

“Were you really?” Remus asked. “In fact, let me talk first, I love you too.” He finished.

“Do you really?” You asked in shock.

“Of course I do.” He answered.

“I love you.” You said again.

“I love you.” Remus said.

“I love you.” You repeated.

“I love you.” He said.

“For God’s sake get it tattooed or something!” Somebody called.

“We’re having a moment!” You shouted back.

“Go have it somewhere else!” They said back. You both ignored them as Remus pressed his lips to yours. You however, didn’t realise he was going to do this and squealed in to his mouth.

“Sorry Remus!” You said, pressing your lips together again. He smiled and tangled his hands in your hair. You pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. You smiled. “I love you, Remus. I love you.”

“I love you so much Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.” He replied. This was so much better than a love potion.