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thegloryofliterature asked:
I just wanted to say that I absolutely ADORE you and your writing, been obsessed with your writing since ye olde 2021/2022. Whenever I’m sad I reread your fics. 😊 thank you.
oh my goodness - thank you so much 🥹
I’m so so happy they can be a comfort for you ! xx
Anonymous asked:
Not a question- just letting you know that I found Unless it’s You in our lords year of 2024 and it is one of the cutest things I have read in forever and you’re a great writer!
I’m so glad you found it and enjoyed it! Thank you so much for this sweet message :)
The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
…. DramaSchool!Remus one shot based on sexy dream I just had?
too much? we hate? we like?
Anonymous asked:
hey lovely i just wanted to say i loved you remus fics they’re so cute!!
You’re so sweet - I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed them! xx
Remus Lupin x fem!Reader
Fluff
TW: insecurity in relationships
It’s still odd to stay the night.
You’re not quite the girlfriend, but not quite…anything else. The two of you stopped seeing other people long ago, months ago now, though it feels longer. He teases you, touches you, kisses you seemingly whenever he can, but…you’re not his girlfriend. At least he hasn’t said and you haven’t asked. And it feels silly and stupid and immature to wait for it, to even want to, or, rather, need to call him something…to make him yours, feels silly. But still.
You don’t live here, though there are pieces of you, like demarcations of your existence all over the place. A cushion the two of you purchased together that you’d meant to take back to yours, but had looked just as sweet on his couch, especially the morning after the two of you used it to prop up your head as you laid on the sofa and he laid in your lap, playing with his hair until the both of you were asleep. Or the coffee creamer in the fridge; Remus takes his coffee black, so it could only be yours. Or the toothbrush in the travel case next to his in the cabinet, purchased just for you. Even the hand soap in the bathroom - ginger mandarin, another shopping date find - served as a symbol of your presence in his life.
And now it’s Christmas. Christmas Day had been spent with your respective families only for the two of you to end up back at Rem’s. Frankly, it’s been weeks since you were home. Every time you return, your flat is like a living memory, forgotten oranges rotting in the fruit bowl on the counter, bread going stale, always cold even when it isn’t cold outside because you turn the heating off. You don’t really live there, not anymore. Most of your clothes live at Rem’s, space in his drawers opening up, seemingly if it’s own accord. It had all felt so natural…so why can’t you ask?
Remus Lupin x fem!Reader
Fluff
TW: insecurity in relationships
It’s still odd to stay the night.
You’re not quite the girlfriend, but not quite…anything else. The two of you stopped seeing other people long ago, months ago now, though it feels longer. He teases you, touches you, kisses you seemingly whenever he can, but…you’re not his girlfriend. At least he hasn’t said and you haven’t asked. And it feels silly and stupid and immature to wait for it, to even want to, or, rather, need to call him something…to make him yours, feels silly. But still.
You don’t live here, though there are pieces of you, like demarcations of your existence all over the place. A cushion the two of you purchased together that you’d meant to take back to yours, but had looked just as sweet on his couch, especially the morning after the two of you used it to prop up your head as you laid on the sofa and he laid in your lap, playing with his hair until the both of you were asleep. Or the coffee creamer in the fridge; Remus takes his coffee black, so it could only be yours. Or the toothbrush in the travel case next to his in the cabinet, purchased just for you. Even the hand soap in the bathroom - ginger mandarin, another shopping date find - served as a symbol of your presence in his life.
And now it’s Christmas. Christmas Day had been spent with your respective families only for the two of you to end up back at Rem’s. Frankly, it’s been weeks since you were home. Every time you return, your flat is like a living memory, forgotten oranges rotting in the fruit bowl on the counter, bread going stale, always cold even when it isn’t cold outside because you turn the heating off. You don’t really live there, not anymore. Most of your clothes live at Rem’s, space in his drawers opening up, seemingly if it’s own accord. It had all felt so natural…so why can’t you ask?
Anonymous asked:
Have you seen an established relationship spencer fic where they go undercover in a regency roleplay house thingy while spencer has his thing with maeve and reader thinks hes cheating and reader gets kidnapped by the unsub but in the end they made up? Also i remember a tiny detail about reader being good with accents lol I cant seem to find it and its alright if you havent seen it lmao thank you🫡🫡🫂
foxy-eva answered:
Hi! Unfortunately that doesn’t ring a bell. Maybe one of my followers knows!
I KNOW THIS ONE SO WELL IT IS RATHER ARDENTLY BY THE LOVELY @reidscanehand
enjoy, dear anon, and everyone discovering this art/incredible author for the first time!
thanks, babes xx
hope you like it, anon!!
The only consistent thing about criminal minds is that I’m pretty sure every bathroom scene is shot on the exact same set
