sirius black x reader oneshots

Eighty

     "This... doesn't look like a normal update," you mumbled to yourself, clicking on GianatheAvenger's new chapter on Wattpad. She was on oneshot number eighty of her Sirius x Reader book, and you were extremely curious how she had managed to keep writing.
     "Hang on..." you frowned, glaring at the dialogue. "This is what I'm doing right now!"
     You went to click away, but something stopped you. A funny feeling in your chest. Sadness? Nostalgia? Possibly. Giana hadn't updated in so long. Clearly it had to be good, or at least important.
     "No..." you read, your eyes widening. You couldn't believe what you were realizing. You attempted to wrap your mind around it.
     It was over.
     Eighty oneshots later, and you had reached the end of the book.
     "This is doesn't count as a oneshot!" You scoffed. "Sirius isn't even in this chapter!"
     "Or is he?" You heard an attractive British accent from behind you. You turned to see a tall, lanky teen with longish black hair and gleaming gray eyes.
     "No... fvcking... way... Giana! You can't just write Sirius into my life!" You rolled your eyes.
     "Why not?" Sirius pouted.
     "Because that's not how it works! Besides, it's not really him! It's you!"
     "Fine," Sirius huffed. His appearance morphed into a not-so-skinny 5'6" girl who shyly stuffed her hands into her green army jacket pockets.
     "Um... and who are you?" You raised your eyebrows at the intruder.
     "I'm GianatheAvenger," the girl beamed, her brown eyes wide.
     "What?"
     "I've always wanted to meet my readers. But... since they're all over the world... I thought reaching out to them in a chapter would help," she tightened her ponytail, her thick brown hair slipping through her fingers.
     "Okay. So... you're Giana. The author?"
     "That's me."
     "Wow. Uh... hi?"
     "Sorry, I get that this is weird," she looked down at where her fingers tugged the hem of her old band t-shirt. "Me, trying to write myself into your life. But... I wanted to personally thank you."
     "Me?"
     "Yeah. You especially, (Y/N). You've put up with all my bullshit for years now. I started this idea one summer. I had about seven followers, over half of them my nerdy friends from school. The first oneshot had about five reads. You reading this book? You helped boost my profile. I'm at over 400 followers and growing. This book has over 300K reads! That's INSANE! I never knew so many people would want to ready my work. It's unbelievable. I cannot express how thankful I am for your constant support. Whether you've been with me since my first oneshot or you just joined now, welcome to the family."
     "Damn. Thanks. And, uh, you're welcome," you chuckled.
     "Listen, I would love to stay and chat, but I've got a lot of stuff to catch up on."
    "Homework?" You grinned.
     "Oh, god no. No, I'm watching Lucifer. Season 2 isn't gonna watch itself!" She laughed as if it were obvious.
     "Haha... yeah... right."
     "Also I have a bunch of edits waiting for me on instagram. Supernatural... TØP... Dolan Twins... ugh. They're all beautiful. I'll send you some!"
     "Right. Okay," you smiled sympathetically. This poor girl had no life whatsoever.
     "Oh! And sorry for the inactivity. I've been going through a rough spot in my life for a little while, and I'm actually going to start going to therapy."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah. I'm mentally fvcked. So much anxiety. I haven't confirmed with a doctor but i'm 95% sure I'm depressed. At least atypically."
     "Huh. I'm sorry."
     "It's okay. Not your fault. Honestly, you've really helped. I can't say it enough. Thank you."
     "You're welcome," you nodded.
     "Bye," she waved, taking earbuds out of her beat up jeans with the other hand.
     You waved awkwardly back. She faded away.
     "What the fvck?" You muttered as soon as she was gone. Had you just wasted time reading all that? For nothing?
      "No," you shook your head. "Wait, yes. Yes I did. Wow, that was dumb. Good one, Giana. Way to end on a high note."
     "I can still hear you, ya know!" A familiar voice scolded.
     "Oh. Oops?"
     "I am writing this exchange, after all," Giana spoke invisibly.
     "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now can I go back to reading some actual good fanfiction?"
     "Fine."
     "Thank you!"