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Hardcovers for aesthetics.
Paperbacks to read.
Ebooks to travel.
The holy trinity of book lovers.
for that AU prompt, one night stand before the first day of your new job and oops that was your boss you were sleeping with. I don’t know if this makes sense. I shouldn’t write after midnight.
It all happened so fast.
At the time it seemed like a good idea. She’d had nothing else to do except stay at home feeling nervous all evening, probably not sleeping on top of it (of course, she still didn’t end up getting much sleep, but –) and Mary’s suggestion that they go out, to take her mind off the next day, had been so much more appealing. “Let’s drink like we’re twenty again,” she said, and bundled them off to that new club on the other side of the city.
That was only the beginning.
The Tube’s jam-packed, and Lily squeezes herself into a miniscule space by the doors, clinging onto her coffee for dear life and desperately trying not to breathe in the tobacco haze wafting from her neighbour, because her stomach is already churning and there’s a thumping pain in her head and it’s only half past eight in the sodding morning. She closes her eyes and leans back as the train starts to move. A wave of regret washes over her with every throb to her temple; it’s her own stupid fault that she’s feeling so utterly crap, and she’s sure she looks awful too because she only had time for a ten-second shower once she got back to her place, and if this isn’t the worst way to start a new job then -
Fuck. Fucking hell. She grinds a fist against her forehead, screwing up her eyes: she can still hear the music from the club, remembers having to shout over it, and then there was no music, but instead the hysterical laughter of the very drunk, and then there was just heavy breathing and … fuck.
The worst thing is that if she wasn’t on the way to the first day of her new job, a really big fucking deal, then she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t regret it. Drunk she might have been, but she remembers it being fun, fumbly and messy and probably really awkward but still fun and – she remembers laughing a lot, both at the club and then afterwards. He had a big laugh. And he wore glasses; she remembers tossing them aside, just before he tripped over her shoes …
I have an art project to finish so have an unedited au drabble. Prompt’s been changed slightly and although it’s muggle, it’s set in the 1980’s.
"accidentally fell in your lap while standing on this crowded bus" au (x)
Why Mary had decided it was a good idea to meet at Oxford Circus was beyond Lily. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t have just met at Camden Town - where they were going. And the London Underground was always packed, whatever station, but Oxford Circus was definitely the busiest. They’d just stopped at St Paul’s and although that meant only three more stops, even more people had boarded than at Bank. Lily didn’t think there’d be enough oxygen left in the carriage if any more people got on.
At least if more people got on, they might block her chest from the view of several leering men. Lily wanted to zip up her leather jacket but she couldn’t even move her hand to adjust her headphones, let alone pull the zipper up to her neck.
The train slid to a halt at Chancery Lane and there was a surge of movement as people tried to step off the train and get on it at the same time. Lily clung on to the hoop above her head as she was pushed around and swore when someone wearing Docs trod heavily on her foot. Next time she met up with her best friend to go shopping, they were going to get a taxi. And Mary could pay for it.
Finally everyone had jostled each other around enough to find room and the doors closed. She stumbled as the train lurched forwards and felt a hand squeeze her bum. Immediately she lifted her foot up and stamped it down and the hand left her bum. The redhead couldn’t turn around to see who it’d been but it was such a normal occurrence on the underground, she wasn’t even too bothered.
When they stopped at Holborn however, Lily managed to maneuver herself away from where she’d been before and closer to the seats. It was only when the train pulled sharply out of the station that she realised that there were no hoops for her to hold on to and she stumbled, falling backwards as the train sped up and landing directly on someone’s lap.
The Marauders hanging out in class the day after a full moon when suddenly a terrified hufflepuff says to them, “Did you hear? There were werewolf tracks found on school grounds last night,” and all the Marauders dramatically gasp and say in hushed voices, “Whaaaat?”
Does anyone else find it heartbreakingly ironic that Ron basically became Harry’s brother and gave him a place to stay during the holidays so that he didn’t have to go back to a home where he was neglected and abused and instead could be with a real family…and this is the same exact thing that James did for Sirius?
WOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO YOU SHOULD WRITE A FF IN EXACTLY FIVE SENTANCES WOW YOU SHOULD DO THAT OKAY YOUR PROMPT IS SOCKS
omg ollie :’) here you go:
"JAMES POTTER," Lily Potter was not happy. The entirety of her rather extensive sock collection had disappeared overnight, and the major suspect was her husband.
The criminal stuck his head around the corner, smiling oh-so-innocently, “Yes, dear?”
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SOCKS."
"Sorry, Lily," he said, and as he spoke, a tiny black head peeked around his legs, almost an exact miniature replica of his father’s, "I’m putting on a puppet show for Harry. Did you need them back?"
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