He's had at least 6 Red Bulls since he took out his folding chair and plopped down into it. Empty cans litter the ground around him, crushed in his hand, dropped onto the sidewalk, and each one landing with a soft clink as he reaches into the royal blue ice chest behind him, dripping with condensation, and pulls out another drink.. [tw: alcohol abuse][au]

"I'm just gonna shake it to the fella over there, with the hella good hair." / Growing collection of Wolfstar tumblr prompts.

Sirius Black comes to terms with growing up. (The Marauders made a pact once. "Like a blood pact?" "Shut up, Sirius.)

The goosebumps start to raise the minute that my left hand meets your waist.. Or, 10 Intricacies of Partnership. [soma drabble collection]

He's beginning to contemplate paying his tab and leaving, when out of the corner of his eye some girl takes the seat next to him and orders a shot of Fireball. [but classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool.]

So sing us a song, you're the pianoman / What if Soul had never left the family, had instead stifled the weapon gene until it died?

He would pay for this, for what she had to do next. Oh yes, he would pay dearly. For the spell she would have to place on her parents. Her loving, kind parents. Her parents who had welcomed their young witch's new life with opened arms...