In honor of the season finale tonight, here’s a mega Supergirl Season 2 fan art. Thanks for the all the lovely comments, messages, reblogs, and shares, and for all the new friends and followers that have found their way here from me doodling these fun characters. Enjoy the episode tonight (and be nice to each other).
Request: Can you write a Sirius Black x Reader but the reader is James’ sister and Sirius tries to flirt with the reader and James is all like are you flirting with my sister and Sirius fires back or something? Warning(s): Bar scenes, drinking, swearing, intense hugging(?), major Sirius feels. Honestly, just look at the title. Note: This is my first Marauders’ imagine, so feedback is appreciated.
⇢ A Sirius Black x Reader work where the reader is James’ younger twin sister.
Most brothers preferred to keep their social life separate from their siblings’. James Potter was no exception. Which is why, when Lily and Marlene urged you to meet the Marauders at the bar with them, you fervently declined.
“A bar? Filled to the brim with drunkards? James would never let me out of his sight,” you argued, moving away as Marlene approached you with a tube of lipstick. “I’m not going.”
She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Y/N.” Marlene gestured at your attire: Black hot pants and a long sleeved crop top. “You’re already dressed for it.”
You glared down at your outfit, tugging at the hem of your shorts. “I didn’t know you guys chose clothes for me to wear to a bar.”
“What did you think? Your arse is hanging out for tea with the Minister of Magic?”
Lily gave Marlene a warning look as you flushed a bright red. “Don’t listen to her, Y/N. Your arse is not hanging out.” She paused, giving you a once over. “Well…You’ll blend in, at least.”
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “James is going to kill me.”
“So what?” Marlene interjected. “He’s your brother, not your dad. Who cares what he thinks?”
“I do; he’s my brother.”
A slight snort came out from Lily. “Marlene is right. You’re your own woman. You shouldn’t let the opinion of that arrogant toerag dictate your decisions.”
You and Marlene exchange glances. It was quite obvious that, over the years, James’ crush was becoming less unrequited. And although it was disturbing at first, you quickly accepted the idea that one of your best friends fancied your brother.
“You mean that arrogant toerag you so happen to like?” you said, raising an eyebrow.
Lily raised hers back defiantly. “I don’t like James Potter.”
“Yeah, right,” Marlene scoffed. “That’s like saying Y/N doesn’t have the hots Sirius Black.”
You frowned, ignoring the slight amount of heat rising to your cheeks. “But I don’t.”
Now it was Lily and Marlene who gave each other incredulous looks. It was clear neither of them believed your poorly concealed lie. They knew, no matter how much you denied it, that you had developed a crush on Sirius the moment he gave you a bundle of white flowers for Christmas. Just the thought of his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a single flower behind your ear made your butterflies come alive.
“Let’s pretend, for now, that we believe you.” Marlene checked the time. “But in this moment, I hear the firewhisky calling my name. Are you coming?”
“Sirius will be there,” Lily sang.
You threw your head back defeat. “Fine.” You paused. “But not because I want to see Sirius.”
hp quotes// “James’ free hand immediately jumped to his hair. It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes - Harry’s eyes. Harry’s mother. ‘All right, Evans?’ said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.”
I feel like there’s more throwbacks out there for this post, but I couldn’t think of any, so feel free to chime in if you think you know who’s missing.
***EDIT***: I just remembered another! Kerry Washington, DUH. She was in the first season of Boston Legal, as Chelina, the co-worker that took Alan to Texas for a last-minute execution appeal… AKA ‘the episode in which I BAWLED like a baby and stared at my screen with total disbelief, utterly devastated, as the credits rolled’. On a happier note, it’s also ‘the one in which Alan looks hot in a cowboy hat and kisses Chelina and rides a freaking mechanical bull’.And I was thankful beyond words for being so late to the Boston Legal party, 'cause I didn’t have to sit on that ending during the long, between-season months. I just hastily jumped to s02. ANYWAY, I digress. After Boston Legal ended, James and Kerry did Race, a Mamet play.
I’ll concede that Kerry isn’t exactly a distant throwback, but I’m lumping her in there anyway.
And right now I’m annoyed 'cause I can’t seem to figure out how to edit a post in order to add a photo. If anyone can assist, I’d be tremendously thankful.
request from anon: Psssst. Guess who’s birthday it is? That right. A-A-Ron Burr’s birthday. So could I request some Burr x reader birthday fluff plz and thank you! I love your writing btw! Byeee
“It’s cold.” He frowned as I practically dragged him through the streets of New York City.
“Yes I am aware, Burr.” I told him, placing emphasis on his last name. Despite the freezing tempature that put a scowl on practically everyone’s faces, he smiled. “Haha whoa did the notorious Aaron Burr just smile at me?”
“We’ve been dating for close to a year, you know better than anyone how much you make me smile.”
“Yeah but I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone smile like that when it is negative two degrees and we are walking around, on your birthday.
“Ah so you do remember that it’s my birthday today.” He smiled again, looking amused. I pretended to look shocked.
“First of all I’ve reminded you every city block we’ve walked and second I made you smile again?”
“You’re on a roll, dear. Where have you been taking us anyway?”
“I figured you want to spend the day with your parents.” I told him quietly and he stopped walking. I stopped as well and I looked at him, tears in his eyes.
“You…” He started and he hugged me tightly. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I did because I love you and I know that you want to see them, especially today.”
“I… I love you too.” He cried and he buried his head in my coat.
“Take my scarf, I don’t want you to be colder since you are crying and your tears are probably going to freeze. I told him and he laughed. I took my scarf off, the cold wind hitting my neck and I grimaced but I wrapped it around Aaron anyway.
"It’s only a couple more blocks.” I told him and he nodded, grabbing my hand.
“What’s in that bag you’ve been carrying around all day?”
“Flowers. I don’t know what type, I just asked the florist for some that can survive cold weather.”
“You didn’t have to do this.” He repeated and he squeezed my hand.
“You would do the same for me.”
We entered the graveyard, the conversation dying down and I gave him the flowers from the bag. He and I walked to the grave and he set the flowers down.
“I’ll leave you guys for a bit.”
“Stay.” He said although it was phrased more as a question. I nodded and he laid the flowers down and just stood there in silence, the snow slowly covering the flowers. I turned to him to see that he had started crying again. “I’m sorry I know you probably want to go.” He said and I shook my head.
“It isn’t about me, Aaron. I’ll stay here as long as you want. You don’t need to aplogize.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said, taking my hand and leading me out of the graveyard.
“Jokes on you, you can’t tell if I’m blushing or not because of how cold it is.”
“I think you’re the only person who can make a joke in this graveyard and make me smile still.”
“I’ll add that to the list on things I can do to make you smile that nobody else can.”
“Like make cold jokes about my last name.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen Hamilton try and you actually had to stop yourself from punching him.”
“Ha! Now that was an awful joke though, your jokes are way better than Hamilton’s.”
“You might be slightly biased but thank you.” I smiled and I kissed his cheek.
“My parents would’ve loved you.” He told me sincerely.
“From what you’ve told me, I would’ve loved them as well.”
I opened our apartment door and the warm air rushed to meet us and I sighed in relief.
“I’m going to get into warm clothes.” I announced and I quickly took off the clothes that thanks to the snow, were now extremely wet and I put on some pajama pants and I took one of Aaron’s tee shirts and slipped it on.
Aaron had taken the liberty to make hot chocolate for both of us while I was changing and when I was out, he handed me a mug and went into our bedroom to change. I took a sip, burning my mouth instantly but it was so worth it.
I started a disney movie and I set my mug on the coffee table and Aaron did the same, cuddling up to me on the couch.
“This is one of my best birthdays ever, you know that right?”
“I’m glad that you liked it.”
“I hope we don’t get sick though.”
“Same here. I almost forgot about your present so if you could kindly untrap me so I could get it…” I said and he laughed.
“The price of getting up is one kiss.” He told me and I rolled my eyes before kissing his cheek and I got up. I went into the kitchen and I opened a cabniet that didn’t have anything in it besides a box. I grabbed the box without much trouble and I closed the cabniet before taking the box back over to Aaron. I watched as he opened it and he pulled out a sweater with the words ‘Talk Less. Smile More.’ Written on the front. He smiled widely and he hugged me.