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♫Wake Me-Bleachers// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  Wake me - bleachers, Sirius x reader please. Good luck with your exams and happy new year!

There doesn’t seem to be a name for the feeling taking him over as thin, blue wreaths of smoke curl in the languid air, lifting from the opium tainted cigarette that hangs loose between his fingers. The thoughts flying through his mind puzzle him as ash falls to the snow covered ground.


Something changes in the air, something unfamiliar, warming it slightly in a way so poetic that Dante himself couldn’t have put it into words. He turns and sees her, walking with a group of chattering sixth years, her mouth agape, y/e/c eyes widened with enchantment. She radiates excitement and fascination in a way that forces his eyes to cling to the glow of her skin for a lot longer than he’d intended, time seeming imaginary as he receives a nudge from the dark haired boy next to him. 


He shakes his head lightly, breaking out of his daze, his eyes never breaking from her presence.


“Who’s that then?” he can hear the smirk in James’ voice without giving his friend a glance.


“Don’t know,” his voice is monotone, disappointment on his mind as he wonders at the newcomer while getting dragged out of the hall by his friends, giving her a final glance over his shoulder and catching a glimpse of her hypnotising smile.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.