#o:james

@jamespooper

“Dear James,

Merry Christmas! You can stop quivering in anticipation, now, as you finally get to find out what your present is. Hope you didn’t rise your expectations that much, as it is just a silly t-shirt, though it is handpainted by me, you know. That could be worth a fortune someday.

All the best,

@antiihcro

Stasia was almost done. It had been a long night and there were far too many creeps she’d encountered for her to do another set, and anyways she had some quality coke waiting for her backstage. Having just moved here, she was surprised at the easy connection. Great thing about being a stripper was you could find a job anywhere. Sliding down the pole She turned around, picking up some stray twenties and fifties when she made the mistake of looking up. Bolting up straight she stared, wide eyed in... not so much panic as fear, as memories crushed over here, taking her breath away. The sudden urge to run and cover herself. God, it had been years since she’d seen him. Seventeen, that was the last time, and he’d only gotten more handsome. 

Stasia realized this is how it feels to have your heart break all over again after eight years. It starts as a cracking with in your core structure, that feeling of first love striking so hard it feels like a physical blow, but you aren’t breathless, not yet. That comes when you realize the person you once had a claim to is no longer yours to claim. You know this, they know this. But there is that ghost of familiarity that says “I knew you once better than myself” and even though you are different people now, the feeling stays. 

PaJamALamaDingDong,

I’m sooooooo excited for our camping trip! I bet you I’ll drink more than you and Remus and Poodle (my new name for Peter HAHAHA) combined. You know why? I have gils, James. I HAVE GILLS! Like a fishy-bo-bishy. I am going to get gilly-willy tattoos on me right now so I can drink more than everyone and still stand up. They’ll call me Sirius, the Drinker. Soooo cool.

James, I’ve never seen a begonia in person. Help!

Haha, I’m so drunk. Are you mad? Don’t be mad.

I’m not going home to Remus like this because MERLIN!!! He will be feisty. And I can’t handle that beast when I’m sloshed. I’ve never known truer thoughts haha.

My god, there’s a bloke here with three dials. James!!!

Have you seen my pet rabbit yet? His name is Jesus, Rabbit the Fifth.

I’m like a chronically bad boy. I love it haha.

xo,Sirius

Prongs,

I am high and alone and I don’t know where I am. Come find me. I need you. I’m so scared. I feel like I’m dying, James. Like my chest is flat.

I almost want to give in.

F U C K ! ! !

I’m wasted and James is passed out naked on the couch. Don’t remember how he got naked. I just woke up and I’m still drunk and he’s got this white sheet over his cock but it sort of slipped a bit and I can’t stop staring. 

My best mate is all muscles. How have I not noticed this before? Swear I can see the outline of his dick through that thin sheet and I like what I see. I’m honest to god so hard right now but I’m also drunk so writing this down seemed like a good idea so I have some good wank material when I sober up.

His abs are all ripply and gods I can just picture the way they must taste. All hard and warm and smooth. I’d mark him up really good, too. I imagine he’d love it. Potter seems like he’s into that sort of thing, honestly. Way he talks about sex sometimes gets me going, imagining riding that lap of his. Though, honestly, I’d rather just taste him. Taste that cock of his. Totally going to pull that sheet off…

Oh shit! He moved, but I don’t think he woke up. 

But mm, I can see his prick now. It looks so warm and… I want to put it in my mouth. Wonder what he’d do, honestly. Wonder if he’d like it, waking up with my mouth covering him. I’d love to feel him go hard against my tongue. Wonder if he’d push me away or just let me do it…

Stasia woke from the nightmare screaming, sobs catching in her throat as tears tracked hotly down her face.  Blindly reaching into her nightstand she pulled out the baggie of coke and cut the lines on a small mirror, inhaling deeply,  then downing a couple of uppers. She’d do whatever she had to as long as it kept her awake. Grabbing her cigarettes and a book she scrambled towards her window, opening it and crawling outside. Leaning against the brick wall she dug for a cigarette, her breathing shaky, whimpers escaping her lips. Trying to make herself believe her father wasn’t inside waiting for her, that Tom was not lurking in the shadows, waiting for his prey.  Her hands shook, hiccuped breathe and whispered whimpers, she lit up, just realizing the blood from her nails tearing at her forearms.

Potter,

What about Regulus? You couldn’t possibly know everything. I’ve no idea what the piss you’re on about. Is this some sort’ve joke? 

You’re my only brother, mate. You know that.

You been hittin’ the bong again? Told you to wash that thing out.