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based on all the young dudes, inspired by @bebopmoony on tiktok

It was a bad idea. He shouldn’t be doing this.

And yet here he was, standing infront of Sirius in their dorm room like a complete idiot.

„Can you believe it, Moony? I am actually losing to Peter, that is so embarrassing!“

God, Sirius looked so beautiful. With his hair all ruffled, his eyes big and bright, in the all black outfit he liked to wear on weekends.

„I could help you, you know.“

There he had said it.

Don’t make me regret this.

„If you want.“

Sirius looked at him confused. „… how?“

Remus‘ heart was currently running rounds around the quidditch field.

He rubbed the back of his hand and took a few steps forward. He couldn’t get himself to say anything so he just let his actions do it for him.

Sirius was watching his every move.

When he didn’t back off, Remus took his hand and before giving it another thought he leaned forward, pressing a kiss on his lips.

He moved slowly at first but deepend it when he felt Sirius‘ hand on his face, pulling him closer.

It had to be a proper kiss, right? So it would count of course.

Secretly, Remus had thought about this moment for a long time now. How his lips would feel on Sirius‘, whether he would kiss tenderly or with passion, what he would do with his hands.

This was so much better than he had imagined.

Sirius locked his hand with Remus‘ while his other one was touching his cheek, his neck, thumb running over his cheekbone, his jawline.

Sirius Black tasted like desire and passion, like every need Remus had ever had.

He could never get enough of it.

But eventually he did pull back.

Maybe because he was scared to get caught. Maybe bacause he was scared what a longer kiss would lead to.

Sirius‘ eyes were closed and his lips swollen, but when Remus withdrew he opened his eyes, immediately finding his.

He never wanted to look away.

Remus took a step back, parting their hands.

the second the centre is labeled “Gay Cowboys” overtop of the pride flag with black and brown stripes. the new hand is labeled “literally the history of cowboys”

(Sweater Weather spin-off)

Read part one here

Read about Wolfstar in Sweater Weather here

(warning: Worrying about coming out. I’m not sure how to tag it, but I know some people wanted warnings about these types of issues and I want everyone to feel comfortable and aware <3)

part ii

Harvard University, 2016

Logan sat on Finn’s bed, the mattress bare. The walls were stripped of all signs that Finn had ever been there—the Speed Limit 55 sign he had found in a parking lot. The pictures tacked on the wall of him and his brother, his family, the team winning Championships, and Logan’s favorite. He stared at the place on the wall where it had been. He could still see a bit of blue tack there, forever hardened into the white paint. It was a picture of Finn and him, taken by someone else, one of their teammates, at the party the team had thrown after they won. They were both grinning like all hell in the picture, and Finn’s arm was thrown over Logan’s shoulders, standing behind him a little, his hand pressed to Logan’s chest. Logan could still feel it, Finn warm all along his back. He remembered hoping Finn couldn’t feel his beating heart.

“Lo, can you stop looking so mopey for two seconds, please?”

-girls🦋💕🌸

*looks into mirror*