wolfstcr reblogged
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒
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Summary: Remus is insecure about his scars
Pairings: Remus x fem! Reader; established relationship
Words: 2K
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Warnings: fluffy and a smidge of angst, possibly suggestive? no use of “y/n”
Request: yes/no: thank you anon for requesting!
A/N: hey… hi… how y’all doing
okay I know I’ve been AWOL for a while, my life just kinda blew up and I haven’t found the time to write, but I’m slowly getting back into it, so be ready for some more one-shots.
Anyways enough of my rambling enjoy the one-shot!
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comfort
wolfstcr reblogged
ೄྀ࿐ THE FAIRY PRINCESS & HER PRINCE CHARMING
⎯ kaz brekker x fem!reader
during a heist, y/n, matthias, kaz, and wylan come across a fairy-loving four-year-old.
⎯ request: @ofrosesandteacups
⎯ warnings: mild fluff; established relationship.
⎯ wc: 1.5k
time for my monthly reread
wolfstcr reblogged
Anonymous asked:
Hi! I just saw your post about the requests. Here was a request I sent in a bit ago.
The Marauders try and befriend a very stoic pure blood Gryffindor with little luck. They just kinda force her to hangout with them and such. But after getting some shocking news from her parents, she breaks down about it in front of them after being dragged to the astronomy tower to hangout. <3
the marauders x fem!reader (platonic)
summary: as it says in the request!
word count: 2318
warning: swearing!
love this request! if you're looking for maybe more like this I have a fic over on wattpad called 'Better' that's like this but with a Slytherin oc so this is just a shameless bit of self promo lol; my wattpad user is the same as my tumblr one 'partlystiles'
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"Hey, L/N."
"Get the fuck away from me."
It was a daily routine. An annoying little nuisance she couldn't get rid of and one that she wished had never even started to begin with. All Y/N wanted to do was walk around the school peacefully, books in her bag and bag on her shoulder ready to learn everything there is to learn, get great scores on her O.W.Ls and finally give her family something to not berate her about. But she had four reasons why her concentration often halted.
Reason number 1 was Peter Pettigrew, a small mousy boy with blonde hair and chubby cheeks that she was sure elderly people found adorable. Reason number 2 was Remus Lupin, a tall lanky boy with scars stretching across his face and a passion for literature (muggle books that Y/N wouldn't be caught dead reading). Reason number 3 was James Potter, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and although cliché, the most popular boy in school who was hopelessly in love with a redhead who wanted nothing to do with him.
Reason number 4 and the most infuriating reason of them all, was Sirius Black. A pure-blood, like her and James Potter, but one from an incredibly strict family. A boy who radiated arrogance and confidence on a scale like no other, obsessed with his appearance and making girls swoon at his feet despite his parents' disappointment and aggression. In simpler terms, he was a rebel and Y/N hated him because she was not.
He made it seem so simple. His swagger, his looks, his intelligence and his inability to take anything seriously. People envied him, admired him and even loved him...Y/N seemed to be the only person who saw what a piece of trash he was beneath all that. And also the only person to recognise how utterly stupid the rest of his friends are.
And every day of her life she wishes she had hidden it more, she wouldn't go as far as to say she wishes she didn't hate him because she liked hating him and having something to project all her anger on to. No, what she wished was that Sirius Black never found out she hated him as every since he had, he had been determined to make her more willing to have him around.
Y/N despised it deeply. They treated her like some sort of charity case and after fourth year, she had given up trying to get them away from her and just let them trail after her like lost puppies. But that did not mean she tolerated them in any way shape or form...so maybe she did find Peter Pettigrew the most slightest bit friendly and likeable, but that did not mean anything.
"We were planning to take a stroll around the grounds, talk about some stuff." Black sidled up to her side anyway, throwing an arm around her shoulders that she glared at immediately. "Stuff that friends talk about."
"Five, four, three, two..." She began to count down as they continued to walk and Sirius hurriedly took his hand away from her shoulders, swinging them at his sides instead as he continued to stare at her. "Look at that, you're learning."
"Figured we might as well if we're gonna start a friendship." James grinned and Y/N rolled her eyes, quickening her pace and leaving the boys in the dust. Remus rolled his eyes and glared at Sirius for starting with touch and Peter just stood there meekly as James watched her walk away and called. "Raincheck? Gotcha, see you at lunch!"
"I don't think we'll see her at lunch." Peter mumbled and Sirius put a hand on his face and pushed it away good-naturedly. “Just saying.”
“Why are you so hellbent on shaking hands with L/N, anyway?” Remus asked and Sirius took a small breath in, fighting the urge to show any other sign of resentment to Remus’ question. He didn’t want to answer it, not at all. “I mean, she’s smart and pretty but she’s never shown the least bit of kindness to well, anyone.”
Sirius hesitated for a simple moment but painted his cocky grin back on his face for a second. Behind those eyes however there were worries. He wants to be friends with Y/N because he had been her, lost and confused with no friends and the only source of love a cruel one. He had sat opposite her at the dinner table in her parents house one night, his slouched, careless posture something entirely different to her poised persona as she sat with her back straight on the edge of her seat. He wanted to show her what the boys had shown him, happiness in the darkest of times.
And he thought that maybe the constant dinners they had together would ensure that but once he had caught wind of her hatred for him from his brother Regulus, who noticed all her eyerolls every time Sirius’ name was spoken or every time he commented and had talked to her brother who told him everything, he knew he had to work extra hard or maybe even rely on his friends to warm further up to her.
She would only hate him more if he told his friends the whole truth about why he wanted to make friends with her.
“I see a bit of myself in her.” Sirius settled on, grinning as his friends stared at him suspiciously, in no universe was Y/N L/N similar to Sirius Black. “Plus as you said, Remus, she’s pretty and smart. Bonus!”
“Shut it, Pads.” James laughed, pushing his face like Sirius had done to Peter previously and moving on, followed by his friends. “We’ll see her at lunch.”
“Yes!” He punched a fist in the air.
Y/N L/N didn’t want to see anyone at lunch. Even if she had been possibly open to talking to someone, all traces of that had disappeared in a quick read of a letter. She sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, isolated and more alone than ever, as she stared numbly ahead of her and clutched the letter she had just received in her hand whilst trying to control her breath. The news had been shocking and Y/N didn’t like being shaken.
So she slowly stood out of her seat, taking deep breaths whilst the world got blurry and muffled around her. She needed out and her feet granted her that as they began to direct her out of the Great Hall and into the corridor. Her destination was unclear but she supposed she might as well head to the Common Room and up to her dorm so she can lie in bed and reread the letter for a second time, trying to make it all make sense.
But it didn't make sense, none of it. How could this happen? How could her parents let this happen? Their son had slipped from their grasp and they had told her the news about her brother in a fucking letter. News that had shocked her so much she couldn't even think anymore and therefore didn't know or feel the anger when Sirius Black approached her in the corridor.
"Miss L/N, what a coincidence." He bowed formally before her and she stared at him, eyes wide and mind wiped blank of any emotion. The other boys beside Sirius had to admit they were incredibly shocked at the lack of eye roll from Y/N. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in this fine lunch period."
"I-" Y/N stuttered, shaking her head with her mouth agape and breathing slightly erratic at the feeling of nowhere to place her anger. She stuttered and stammered and felt like a fool with stinging and blurry eyes.
"We were just heading up the astronomy tower, you should join us." He paid no attention to her obvious out-of-character mindset. probably just happy she wasn't shoving him off of her whilst his hand ghosted her back before taking its place there and leading her towards the staircase.
Y/N and Sirius were the first ones up the stairs, each step they took felt like her stomach dropped further and further. She was tempted to turn back but couldn't pull up the energy to take herself away so continued up the top of the stairs where she finally stopped and let the other boys run past them.
Their laughs echoed around the top of the tower as they spread out, already beginning to launch into different conversations and Y/N felt Sirius' hand slip from her back. The wind from the scenery that the tower overlooked breezed through the gaps and blew her hair back, stinging her eyes even more which made a few drop over and travel down down her cheeks which had been flushed red from her sadness.
Through the muffled sounds around her, she heard the laughter of the boys slowly trail off and also noticed them begin to stare at her as her own eyes darted around the tower and focused on the birds in the sky flying past the tower with a destination in mind. She had no destination in mind, she just took a trepidatious step forward with her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Uh Y/N...are you okay?”
That question made more tears leak out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she walked further forward out onto the tower. No she wasn’t fucking okay, she thought that much was obvious. Remus’ question made her scoff humourlessly and go right up to the railing, resisting the urge to slam someones head into the nearest wall or throw them off of the tower to watch them fall to the ground below.
She sniffed, wrapping her hands around the railing and tightening her grip until her knuckles went white and pale. A sudden anger rose up within her, crawling up her body and fighting to get out. This time she knew exactly where to place it, on the boys all around her and their annoying and infuriating stares did nothing to help the fact that she wanted to and would knock all of them unconscious, wait until they wake up, and knock them unconscious again.
“Y/N,” It was Sirius’ voice this time, closer and softer, Y/N hated it and her jaw clenched angrily, eyes stinging once more and she scoffed again. “Are you alright?”
“No, yes, fuck it-” She lifted her hands from the railing and slapped the metal, finally exploding and making the boys flinch as she did when she whirled around angrily. “I hate you all so fucking much and you should hate me too because I have done nothing but be horrible and insulting to every single one of you. And don’t give me that fucking look of pity Sirius because I have purposely treated you the worst and you know I’m right because you’ve seen my attitude towards you every time and those eye rolls aren’t for nothing. You’ve known ever since Regulus talked to my brother and the only way I wouldn’t hate you was if my brother somehow convinced me not too but he can’t because he’s fucking dead now-”
“What?” Sirius broke in, eyes going ten times the size whilst he stared at how Y/N was beginning to lose it right in front of them. She had never cried in front of anyone before and now she was shedding tears upon tears like it was no big deal and yelling at them all.
“Yeah, he’s dead now, so now I have no one and yeah sure it’s not a big deal because I didn’t have friends anyway but he was the only one in my life that understood me and don’t you dare try and say you can help me, Black, because you can’t and you know you can’t.” She pointed a harsh finger at him and he gulped nervously. “I don’t care if you have a strict family too, that does not mean we’re the same because I haven’t had the same opportunities as you have and I haven’t had the same friends who can make you feel how you now feel. I have no one now and you know what, you can all judge me for yelling at you and not having the same coolness as a runaway like you but I do not care because I have never ever felt more relief than I do now!”
Y/N breathed heavily, panting and staring right at Sirius with bloodshot eyes and red, tear-stained cheeks. She hiccoughed, her breath catching in her throat as she stared into the silence and gulped her feelings down before she realised that she couldn’t stop the tears. Her hands wiped at her eyes and made them irritated before she started crying again. Talk about embarrassment.
Another hand was on her back again, but it wasn’t Sirius because she was in front of him. She turned her head and saw Peter Pettigrew beside her, pity in his eyes that she hated but let go for the moment, turning away before she realised that Remus was on her other side, a hand on her shoulder. And James was stood beside him, Sirius the only one far away.
Y/N couldn’t help it, she took herself away from the other boys and marched over to Sirius, throwing her arms around the boy in a hug. It was safe to say he was taken aback by the contact but slowly returned it as she buried her face in his shoulder and wept. He thought she hated him.
“I hate you.” She sobbed.
“I hate you too.” He whispered, but knew it wasn’t true. How could he possibly hate someone like her? His hand rubbed her back and she tensed up, so he stopped. But let her continue her crying, gripping his shirt as tight as humanly possible. “I hate you too.”
crying
wolfstcr reblogged
/* Misunderstanding /* (½) Remus x Fem!Reader
(Not My Gif)… (And will be using this for part two… because I like it :))
Song: Was I listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack while writing this? Yes! Elephant Love Medley and El Tango De Roxanne? Double yes.
Prompt: The rumor of Y/N–James sister–liking Sirius.
Genre: Literally have no idea what to categorize this. Because it isn’t angsty, it isn’t fluffy, it’s… part one. That’s the genre. Part one.
Warnings: Swearing, Lily…. *inhales sharply*, Remus and Y/N being oblivious of their feelings, Sirius being Sirius–we love him for it.
A/N: It’s been a while. Also, I am almost done with part two and I am not afraid to admit James is my favorite character in it.
| Not Requested |
| Part One | Part Two |
/* Misunderstanding /*
Y/N smiled, dreamily.
This, however, caught the attention of an observant Lily who knew that smile from anywhere. It was the same smile James would sport after a hasty interaction with her, or when admiring her when she spoke so brilliantly about her passions. Brother-like-sister, sister-like-brother, she guessed.
“Y/N?” she called out.
No answer.
“Y/N?”
Nothing.
“Y/N?!”
Y/N sat still, knuckles propping her chin up. She looked to be lost in thought, daydreaming, as she stared at the wall, in a creepy-like manner.
“Y/N?!”
She jumped at the sound of Lily’s voice directly in her right ear. “What?! Can’t you see I’m a little busy?!” she snapped, harshly.
Lily, not caring, gave her a pointed look, “Ah, yes. Because staring at a wall is the most crucial part of your day.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, dramatically, “In fact, it is.”
“I don’t think it’s the staring at the wall part, it’s what’s up—” Lily tapped the side of her head, “—here.”
Y/N hollowed out her cheeks in annoyance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she covered. Her confused expression nearly made Lily laugh at how childish of a look it was. Like a kid who saw something they shouldn’t have. Innocent.
“Sure you don’t.” Lily slapped her hand gently onto the wooden table. “Enlighten me, Y/N. Who is this mystery person that’s on your mind?”
miscommunication in fiction is always something so entertaining for me
wolfstcr reblogged
Sweet Escape
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: After Peter rescues you from the Red Room, you try to adjust to a normal life as an ex-widow. Luckily, you have Peter and Natasha to help you
“You know the mission, yes?” Yelena asked as she zipped up her vest.
“Yes.” Peter nodded. “Find the widows and give them the magic cheeto dust that breaks them out of their trance.”
“Why is he here again? He seems dumb and useless, no?” Yelena asked her sister.
“I can hear you, but…” Peter trailed off and shrugged.
“He’s here because we needed an extra set of hands set of hands.” Natasha explained. “And he’s the only one small enough to fit in the helicopter.”
“Again, I can totally hear you guys.” Peter chimed in.
screaming crying and projecting my mommy issues
wolfstcr reblogged
wolfstar-lb-deactivated20220311
𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤 𝟙-𝟙𝟘
⇒ summary ;; a transfiguration lesson with professor mcgonagall not being present leads to sirius pondering over what sort of tattoos he'd get and why. the fic flashes back and forth between the memory of sirius that lesson and the present where he is actually about to go and get them
⇒ cw ;; mentions of scars
⇒ word count ;; 4,681
⇒ a/n ;; this has been a long-awaited fic. don't let this flop :') - also in the uk, if you have a different teacher we usually just call them a supply teacher or just a suppy (in case any of you were confused !)
⇒ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!
Sirius loved the Marauders. Loved them, loved them, loved them. Ever since the first day in the first year, he was in complete adoration of the other boys. They were already so familiar, so inviting. It was as though they were the essence of Christmas in human form, offering only warmth in the cold and light in the dark. They were the human embodiment of pure love and sacrifice.
Their alter egos, however, the creatures they’d become when things seemed most bleak and most terrifying, were a pack. They were not human; they did not possess any of those traits but what they did have, what they would always have, was loyalty. If not to each other, it would always be to someone else. That power, that feeling, it always had to be channelled.
The Wolf, the Rat, the Stag and the Dog. They all had loyalty that ran through their veins and it was always for each other and for everyone else too. To be loyal and to be true to those who really needed it was important. Sirius and Remus, the ones with canine counterparts, were always the most fierce, the loudest with their love and the bravest of all. James too, James was always worthy of that title, but he didn’t have a canine animagus to prove it. Peter was always following, always eager to show that he, too, could be like the others. And he was. For the longest time he was.
this is my new fave thing
wolfstcr reblogged
boggart (remus lupin x reader)
summary: in which (y/n)’s biggest fear is exposed to everyone in class and remus is the one to comfort her.
warnings: mentions of finding a corpse (briefly mentioned) and loss of a sibling.
“Knock it off, Pads,” (Y/N) whispered under her breath, making sure to keep her voice low as to not interrupt the Professor.
Sirius sighed annoyingly and she pinched him on the side— making him hiss in pain —when he tried to tug at her hair again.
He was bored and had resorted to bothering her as a source of entertainment. Usually, he would’ve messed around with James, but he was too busy drooling over Evans to give Sirius any piece of mind.
“The spell on itself isn’t difficult,” the Professor explained, pacing in front of the class. They all stood in a circle around him, trying to catch a glimpse of what laid within the wooden chest behind him. “You must pronounce the following incantation ‘Riddikulus’.” He waited for the class to repeat the spell before continuing, “The difficulty lies within the creature you’re trying to defeat, a Boggart.”
Hushed whispers raised around the room.
They’d done research on this creature two weeks ago (one essay of 2 feet of parchment) and by the looks of it, that being the movement of the wooden chest, they were going to get the opportunity to actually stand before one.
Sirius tried to reach for (Y/N)’s hair once more but she caught his hand and turned to glare at him.
“I will hex you into oblivion, Black.”
She’d used his last name. Sirius knew better than to get on her nerves so he retreated, raising his hands in defeat and pouting.
Remus, who’d been watching them from the corner of his eye, chuckled at the exchange.
im crying this is so sweet
wolfstcr reblogged
black widows and other spiders
tasm!peter x avenger!reader
summary: when steve asked you to deal with the Loki mess, you didn't expect the god of mischief to cast you into a different universe altogether. Luckily, you have some help. [ a very special appearance by a very special someone :) ]
"Aw c'mon, I was just about to enjoy some quiet," Spiderman said, stepping out of the shadows.
"I'm not an enemy," you replied, quite calmly for someone who was handcuffed to the wall by literal webs.
"You sure about that? You just tried to stab me two seconds ago."
“You're the friendly neighborhood spiderman. We're the unfriendly intergalactic fighters who need therapy and better life choices."
i love it
wolfstcr reblogged
ivenez
Anonymous asked:
Year end ask game 🥰
1. What's in your bag?
2. Top 5 important apps on your phone?
3. Any new year resolutions?
You did well this year. I'm proud of you. Now send this to 5 people to continue the chain. The goal is to spread positivity!
hihi thanks for sending this !
1. in my bag, well, i don't carry bag but i do carry my purse around skksks. i've got some cash and coins, atm card, two antiseptic band aids, tissue paper, tylenol, aspirin, pen and paper, my phone, salt candies in case i get dizzy, and a hair tie / clutch !
2. ok so first one is google classroom lmao my future depends on it. then my sketching app, fitness record, calls and lastly, google.
3. not much except getting a hold of myself and keeping up with studies, health and diet. also, continuing piano and art is one of the most imp ones too
i'll just tag people : @rinesei @mysterystarz @animated-moon + anyone who wants to join !
thank you @bakerysnake for this tag! this is so exciting because i love talking about these things haha
what's in my bag?
a notepad, 2 pens, a poetry collection that i borrowed from the library months ago and am too lazy to return, a small handbag that contains an atm card, a sanitizer, a lash curler, a chapstick, a lipstick that i change according to my outfit, extra sanitary napkins, extra masks, glasses and sometimes i have chocolate with me
2. Top 5 important apps on your phone?
tumblr, pinterest, spotify, notion, youtube
3. Any new year resolutions?
- workout regularly (including pilates and without skipping stretching)
- save money so that i can appear for C1 German test
- lol finish my wips
- start my vocal training and touch my guitar or keyboard at least twice a week again :)
- educate myself more on politics and read more books this year
- fix my sleep schedule and practice self care
these are not unattainable goals but i'm still a little scared so i'm just gonna try my best and see this goes :)
Thank you for the tag Ava (@leftperfectionmoon) 😊
1. What's in your bag?
a notepad, a pen, sanitizer, a lip balm, extra sanitary napkins, extra masks, my vaccination passport and my purse
2. Top 5 important apps on your phone?
Tumblr, Instagram, what's app, youtube, disney + (Netflix)
3. Any new year resolutions?
treating myself better and taking care of myself, reading more books
I'm not sure if I'll keep up with the resolutions but I'll try my best to do it 😌🙈
I'm tagging (no pressure tags) 😊
@darthwheezely, @mirclealignr, @with-love-anu, @natashxromanovf, @pad-foots, @theoreticslut, @vixxiann, @heloisedaphnebrightmore, @iliveiloveiwrite, @pogueslandia, @yelenabeluva, @ghostyjosty, @beloved-bucky, @onlyfreds, @oliverwoodmarrymepls, @nebulablakemurphy, @velvetcloxds, @fairydxll, @cupids-crystals, @pinkandblueblurbs, @pepper-up-potion, @sluttylesbian4you, @pregnant-piggy, @leebydeeby, @fandom-puff, @thyming, @sunshinexweasley, @scvrllet, @bidet-and-legolas, @poetic-fiasco, @leftperfectionmoon, @bowieandqueen11, @a-dorin, @affectio-nate-ly, @arabela and @ everyone who wants to join in 😊
tysm for the tag jacky <33
1. What's in your bag?
a book, a pencil case, burt's bees chapstick, wallet, glossier balm dotcom, glossier cloud paint, nail file, hair clip, airpods, tylenol, mints, and two black masks.
2. Top 5 important apps on your phone?
tumblr, pinterest, spotify, notion, band
3. Any new year resolutions?
i don't really make resolutions, but my goal is to figure out my meds and get my mental health under control. I also want to write more.
npt - @songofpolaris @georgiesdarling @fqlkrore @scandalous-chaos @harryssmommy @selenesheart @myalupinblack + anyone else
ty for the tag love!! <33
1. What's in your bag?
ill raise you a better question, where is my bag? its been missing for the past year.
2. Top 5 important apps on your phone?
spotify, WhatsApp, pinterest, adobe reader, youtube
3. Any new year resolutions?
remember birthdays, research more, procrastinate less, be chaotic as possible.
spidervee
tysm for tagging me! 🌻
1) What's in your bag?
Which one? I have too many on the go. Usually, though, ID, lipstick, and chocolate
2) Top 5 important apps on your phone?
spotify, outlook, nyt crossword (480 day streak ok?) whatsapp, local library app
3) Any new year resolutions?
be as nice to myself as i am to others; finish my gd dissertation :)
tagging: @anxioussweasley @earthgirl616 @peter0ne @mypalbuck
ty for the tag angel!
1. what’s in your bag?
my purse (debit card and provisional licence cause I still can’t drive) student id, keys, airpods, travel sickness wrist bands, dior addict stellar gloss in everdior, burts bees tinted lip balm in red dahlia and a red lip liner lmao, it’s easier to take all my usual lip products with me instead of keeping them in a makeup bag so I can just top them up
2. top 5 important apps on your phone?
my uni app with all my timetables and resources and stuff, safari, whatsapp because I text literally everyone on there, twitter (I spend my whole day there and have a lot of friends on it) and email I would die without my email app im a boring person
3. any new year resolutions?
TONS but some of my less personal ones are to read 50 books including all the ones I haven’t read sitting on my shelf, bake a pie, wear my sunglasses more, go to the boxercise class in my gym I’ve been meaning to go to, do yoga and pass my driving test that I’ve been procrastinating taking 😭
tagging: @rintsuru @irndad @spideyheart @pctcr @wolfstcr ♡
tysm for the tag <3
1. what’s in your bag?
long answer? my photo diary along w my camera, strawberry chapstick, pencil case, airpods, a book, a lot of candies and medicines.. i’m that friend. short answer? everything u can think of.. i will not elaborate
2. top 5 important apps on your phone?
twitter spotify letterboxd whatsapp and pinterest i sound superficial
3. any new year resolutions?
honestly i haven’t give that much thought but probably try not to be so hard on myself ?? i think that’s the main goal for now
for the tag whoever wants to !!
wolfstcr reblogged
Talk to Mary, point out how great Sirius is, get Sirius a date.
Technically, that's exactly what Remus did...
(Sirius is pining, Remus has a realisation, and James’ horrible plan might actually have a good result)
A Subtle Nudge
“Mary is Lily’s best friend.”
“Very good,” Remus says, not looking up from his book. “How observant of you, Prongs.”
“Sirius is my best friend.”
“You’re really on a roll today, huh?”
“Lily spends a lot of time with Mary, and I spend a lot of time with Sirius.”
“That is usually how it works when you’re best friends, yeah.”
“So, if, say...” James comes to sit across from Remus on his bed, folding his legs underneath himself. “Mary and Sirius were to be dating? That would automatically lead to Lily and I spending a lot more time together!”
“I guess,” Remus says, flipping a page. “But Mary and Sirius aren’t dating.”
“They could be,” James insists.
“They could,” Remus agrees. “But they don’t fancy each other. Or...” Remus finally looks up from his book. “Has Sirius said something to you?” For some reason, he feels a tight knot in his stomach at the thought.
“No,” James admits, and the knot loosens. “But why not make it happen?”
Remus raises an eyebrow sceptically. “You want to make them fancy each other?”
“How hard can it be?” James exclaims. “They’re both very attractive, popular and outgoing people, why wouldn’t they fancy each other?”
Remus stares down to where his hands are gripping the book, the knot having returned to his stomach. “I... I guess they would look good together.”
“I knew I could count on you, Moons!” James clasps him on the shoulder.
Remus blinks. “Wait, count on me? For what?”
“To get Mary and Sirius to notice each other, so to say. Sirius is my best friend, so it’ll be easy for me to talk to him and bring Mary to his attention, subtly point out all her qualities, and I need you to talk to Mary! You’re perhaps her best friend after Lily, and I can’t really ask Lily’s help for a plan to get Lily and I together, now can I?” James shakes his head. “So I need you to subtly place the idea in Mary’s head of what a catch Sirius is! We’ll just nudge them in the right direction, I’m sure it won’t take more than that. Once they’ll start noticing each other, the rest will follow automatically. Boom! Mary and Sirius fancy each other! Boom! Mary and Sirius start dating! Boom! Lily and I get married and move to the countryside with our three kids and our cat!”
“I think you’re missing a few ‘booms’ in between there, Prongs,” Remus says dryly.
“It’s a foolproof plan!” James insists.
Remus really wishes he was better at saying no to James.
“Ugh,” Mary says, sitting next to Remus on the sofa, her feet popped up on his lap, flipping through the latest edition of Witch Weekly. “Another ‘Quidditch Hunk of the Year’ election. Indoctrination young girls that they should be mooning over broad-shouldered, shirtless, sweaty men.”
“Don’t you vote for that like, every year?”
“I can’t help it, Remus. I’m indoctrinated.”
Remus rolls his eyes, and then catches sight of James, who’s sitting at the other side of the common room with Sirius. James grins at him and gives a short nod. Right. The Plan.
Remus doesn’t know why he’s so reluctant to do it. After all, he really does think Sirius is great, so it’s not like James is asking him to lie to Mary, and if they do end up making each other happy, all the better, right?
Right.
Well, Mary and Sirius both deserve all the happiness they can get. Remus just has to get over his reluctance and ignore the sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of them as a couple.
At least it won’t be difficult praising Sirius to Mary, Remus thinks, looking over at the other boy. Sirius is wearing Muggle clothes, including a fitted shirt that shows off his broad shoulders, and a leather jacket emphasizing his sharp cheekbones, and he has his long hair up in a messy bun. The guy looks like a bloody dream.
Now that James has apparently decided this is the moment, Remus might as well get it over with.
“Speaking of attractive men,” he says awkwardly, and he slightly cringes at himself. “Sirius is looking good tonight, isn’t he?”
pretending i don’t come here weekly for comfort
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Anonymous asked:
hi, first i just want to say that i love your blog and all of your prompts! I was wondering if you have any quotes for drunken love confessions when one person is drunk and the other is sober?
Hi :)
I hope you will love these prompts too!
Drunken Love Confessions
- “I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”
- “I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back.”
- “I think I love you.” “And I would love to answer you accordingly, but I think I would appreciate it more when you’re actually able to understand my answer.”
- “I…I want to give you my heart. It belongs to… to you. How... how can I give it to you? I don’t want it anymore.” “Let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery.”
- “Say that again after two coffees at least and I will be yours.”
- “I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”
- “I fell in love with you.” “No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor.”
- Jana
the first one is such a sirius thing to say who’s gonna do it
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𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞: 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞. tasm!peter x fem!reader
Summary: Someone spies upon the city vigilante and Y/N sharing a heart-to-heart moment, and spreads rumors faster than you could say please. (strangers to friends to lovers)
a/n: threw some requests, writing prompts and detailed daydreams into a cauldron, gave it a good mix, and this is what I came up with. Bon appétit. [ tw: mentions of alcohol, wounds, blood, drunk!peter ]
“C’mon, let’s go!” One of your friends said impatiently, which made you pack up your bag faster. You saw Peter Parker near the door, rubbing his hands together because of the cold December evening.
“One second, I’ll be there!” you said to the friend, then walked to him. Before he could acknowledge your presence, you took off your scarf casually and handed it over.
“Thanks?” It sounded like a question, even to himself.
“In case you have to do Spiderman-ing tonight,” you said, making sure no one was in earshot. “Just don’t stay out too late, alright? If there’s too much fog, you won’t see where you’re shooting webs to.”
“Wait, what—”
But you were already gone, yelling after your friends about the upcoming holidays, leaving him to wonder how the hell you knew he was Spiderman.
“I’m not drunk!” He said defensively. “Can a drunk person do this?”
You waited, but he just stared at you.
“Peter, you’re not doing anything.”
“No, i just sent you my love! Did you… did you not get it?”
this is so cute stop
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That Time of Year [P.P]
Summary: Your sadistic, yet easygoing personality seems to go away whenever Christmas rolls around, and despite all their efforts, the Avengers can never pull you out of your rut that time of year… until a certain Spiderling comes along. Maybe he can bring a smile to your face this Christmas?
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: angst, depression (seasonal?), abandonment of a child, swearing, kissing/making out, typos
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When Peter joined the Avengers last year, he never expected to fall completely head over heels for the other youngest member on the team. He honestly didn’t even know you existed due to the fact that Tony—and the rest of the team—did his best to keep you away from prying eyes. Of course, a few snippets of articles here and there were released about the girl in the background of the chaos in Sokovia or on the sidelines when the Winter Soldier was on his rampage, but that was exactly it: you could hide so well in the chaos. So, nobody really cared to look deeper into who you were when all around them the world was already confusing enough.
alright time to project my mommy issues
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋
summary: when peter finds himself in another universe like his, he never expects a pretty girl on the other side to completely throw him off.
CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!
STOP BECAUSE HIS SMILE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY </3
andrew!peter parker x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, flustered peter, cute lil moments and that’s kind of it? let me know if i missed any :)
don’t steal any of my work, thanks!
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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 in a dark alleyway, breathing laboured as he had been swinging for the past thirty minutes out of boredom. The thump of his feet hitting the ground from a high level echoed down the empty area, not another presence apart from rats scurrying around, savaging for leftover foods.
He stood there for a moment, catching his breath with his hands on his knees bent over. Peter swallowed hardly, pushing himself up as he realised he owed Aunt May a new box of eggs after smashing the last.
His feet began to carry him away before a glowing light appeared in the corner of his eye. His spidey sense was going wild, increasing Peter’s curiosity as the more he turned his head to the glow; the more his spidey sense tingled.
“Peter! Peter” He heard his name called. He tilted his head to the side as the ominous glow spiralled into a circle, a clear new setting growing in the middle. Peter furrowed his brows behind the mask and looked around, wondering if this was meant for someone else. When no one seemed to respond to the people waving to him in the glow, Peter took it upon himself to retreat towards the mystery.
The closer he moved to the other side of the spiral, the more these people encouraged him. Peter had never met these people in his life so how on earth did they know his identity?
As Peter edged nearer to the entrance, he noticed the lookalike teenagers panic and take multiple hurried steps back. His curiosity got the better of him as he leaped into the separate setting and earning screams from everyone in the room at his presence.
Peter’s hands waved around trying to tell the people that he was harmless and only their friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. He tried waving at the four in the room, claiming everything is okay while a pillow was thrown at his stomach by a screaming older lady.
sweetest thing ever comfort fic
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The click | p.p.
Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader
Summary: you catch feelings for Peter Parker, but he’s from another universe.
Warnings: SPOILERS from NO WAY HOME, sort of existencial crisis in the middle, fluff, angst
Word count: almost 2K
A/N: hi! I watched NWH on Wed and I can’t still stop thinking about it, so I wrote a ff to help myself through this pain. The way I love that movie is insane. Anyways I hope you like this fic! Feedback is always appreciated by a writer <3 Enjoy!
“Where are Peter and MJ?” Ned asks you.
“I bet that they’re on the school’s rooftop to get some time alone,” you say.
“They’re disgusting,” he replies. “I mean, they’re insanely cute, but they’re too cheesy”.
You chuckle.
“I agree”.
The two of you sit down on a bench in front of the school. Ned’s wearing a pair of sunglasses. The wheather is really beautiful: the sun is warm and a little wing of wind is caressing your hair.
“Y/N, can I ask you something?” He suddenly asks you and you nod. “Why didn’t you apply to the MIT with us? Is it because you and Peter didn’t get together? I thought there was something going on between you two”.
You shake your head, giving him a smile.
“No, Ned. MIT is not my thing. I want to figure out who I am and where I belong, before I apply to any college,” you tell him. “About Peter… I just think that we didn’t click. You know, when something has to happen, it just happens. Maybe we are just destined to be friends,” you reply.
He turns his head in order to look at you, even if you can’t see his eyes because of the sunglasses.
“So you didn’t feel anything for him?”
“I mean… sure, I did, but there weren’t sparkles between us. When you find your person, it’s like you feel a click in your head that tells you that. When it’ll be my turn, I’ll know”.
***
“Come on, Ned! Think of Peter. You can do this,” you encourage him.
Ned’s trying to open a Portal with Doctor Strange’s ring, next to MJ, in his house. You’re on his right, hoping that he finds Peter, who’s surely in trouble and he needs his friends right now. When Ned told you that Peter was Spider-Man – actually, it slipped away from his mouth, Peter didn’t want you to know – you could have never imagined that one day, you would have helped him in a war against some supervillains. This is insane, but he’s you friend and friends help each other.
“Peter, Peter… I need to find Peter Parker,” Ned whispers.
That’s when the Portal appears. It’s beautiful and full of light all around it. You can see somebody with the Spider-Man’s costume in a dark alley. He’s heading towards you guys, but that’s halfay through that you figure out that his costume is different and he’s not your friend Peter.
“Hey!” He greets you and as soon as you hear his voice, you feel chills on the bottom of your skull.
You don’t know why, but while he’s talking with Ned and MJ, you feel your heart starting to beat faster and faster in your chest. It’s a strange feeling, something you experienced a lot of time ago with Peter. Oh, apparently, his name is Peter too. The irony!
It’s when he takes off his mask that you feel shivers running down your spine. It almost feels like a dream. His eyes are incredibly brown as chocolate and he looks really handsome. Your hands are starting to tremble, now.
“Hi,” he tells you, looking directly at your face. “What’s your name?” He asks you with a smile.
And that’s when you hear it. The click. It’s like he’s flipped a switch in your head. His bright smile lit all the lights in the rooms of your mind. In this exact moment, you know that you’ve fallen.
“Y/N. It’s Y/N,” you murmur.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Peter. Parker. Of course,” he says.
Oh, you’re so screwed.
***
All of the Peters are trying to find a cure for the supervillains in the lab. It feels like a movie, in some ways. Too strange to be real. You’re watching Peter working, the Peter from the different universe, who has got the lab glasses and is focused on a test tube. His fingers are very fast, following the decisions of his brain and you wish you could be so smart like him. You also wish to know what to do after school, but that’s another thing.
“I can hear your thoughts, Y/N,” he tells you, still focused on the tube though.
“Can you? But I thought that Peter couldn’t…” You were saying, panicking, but you stopped when you noticed his smile.
“I was joking!” He chuckles. You let out a sigh of relief. “Something’s bothering you. Just tell me. Would you?”
You sigh, while anchoring your hands to the chair you’re sitting on.
“I took a year to understand what to do of my life,” you spit out. You don’t know why you’re opening up to some stranger but you and this Peter have become very close in a very short period of time, so now you feel comfortable around him, enough to tell him what’s going on inside your mind. Your friends don’t really know that. You’ve always felt different to them, because even if one’s a superhero, they all know what to do when they’ll be older, while you’re still trying to figure out a lot of things. “I feel like I’m not capable of doing anything, Peter. They all know that their future is at the MIT. But me? I’m not like them. I always feel out of place and I hate this,” you say.
Peter looks at you, then he leaves the tube on the table and he puts his hands on your shoulders. You instantly feel the shivers on your back again. You fear that you’ll never get used to this.
“Listen to me, Y/N: everybody has some skills. You still don’t know what to do? It’s okay, you’ll figure it out eventually. I felt the call when I was in the lab the first time, when I blew it up,” he tells you and you laugh. “It was a total mess, believe me, but I had fun. So, the day after that mess, I tried again. And again. And again. Until I improved. You’re as smart as all of the other people in this world, don’t underestimate yourself,” he says.
You look at his face and you almost get lost into his eyes. That’s when you notice some dust on his cheek.
“You have… wait,” you tell him, then you clean his cheek with your thumb, caressing it. You see him swallow, then he takes a step back from you. You feel like there’s not enough oxygen in your lungs anymore. “Peter…”
You see him leave his lab glasses on the table and then walk out the door. You follow him, without even looking at your friends, who are probably wondering what’s happening between the two of you. And now it’s like you’re hearing his thoughts too.
Don’t fall in love with me.
“Peter!”
Because you know what happened with Gwen.
“Don’t,” he tells you, while stretching an arm as if he wanted you to stay away from him. You’re now in the hallway of the school.
“Peter, please, I’m sorry for whatever thing I might have d…”
“I don’t want this, Y/N. I don’t want you to end up like Gwen,” he told you and your heart aches for him. You knew it. “I want to protect you. Even if it’s from myself. You’re not gonna die,” he says and now you can see the corners of his eyes turning red because of the tears.
“You heard it, right? The click,” you whisper.
He nods.
“It’s more of the Peter tingle for me, as you call it, but yes, I did,” he says, licking his lips. He’s trying so hard not to cry in front of you. “Your heart is beating so fast again, as when we met for the first time”.
You gulp.
“I feel…” “No, please, don’t!”
“…safe, around you, Peter,” you tell him. “But yes, if you thought that I was saying that I feel something for you, it’s true too”.
He sighs while closing his eyes, his arms laying on the two sides of his body. He seems defeated.
“This shouldn’t have happened”.
You come closer to him this time, slowly. You’re now in front of him. His eyes are not blue or grey, but you can still see constellations into them: myriads of stars that light up even the darkest of the nights.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, while looking into his eyes and that’s when he loses it and kisses you.
It’s a kiss that devours you from within, that digs into your stomach and burns your throat. You’ve never felt this way. It’s intense, warm like your home at Christmas when you celebrate it with your friends. He tastes a bit of a foreign land, like him, but it doesn’t scare you. And it is while his hands caress your cheeks that you think about how much you wish this would never end. But it does, it ends, in the moment you’re feeling the most alive.
He’s already detached from you, but his eyes are still closed and you still feel his right thumb sliding on your temple. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if this is a dream or not. You hope it isn’t.
“This is not gonna happen again, Y/N,” he tells you, with eyes open. Your heart falls into your stomach. “Even if I’d feel something for you, I can’t be with you. I don’t belong to this world. Sooner or later, I’m gonna come back home”.
You swallow.
“This is not a home without you,” you say and you see him smile through the tears of happiness.
“This is the most beautiful thing somebody has ever told me”.
You’d want to say that he’s really beautiful right now, but you bite your tongue.
“Peter!” Ned calls him from the lab. “We need you!”
He nods, while pushing back the tears.
“I’m coming”.
He glances at you one last time, before he goes back to the lab, leaving you empty and alone in the hallway.
***
Everything’s solved. All of the Peters have cured the supervillains. Your Peter has also saved MJ from falling. You’re watching your friend Peter from afar with Ned and MJ, because he’s hugging the others.
“What are they saying?” MJ asks Ned.
“I think that it’s time for them to go home,” Ned says.
You freeze.
“What?”
“Well, their time here is over, after all”.
Your Peter is looking at you now, while he’s trying to help the other one to stay still, because he’s hurt. He’s starting to shine like a supernova. Stars shine so bright before they die. And that’s when you hear it again, the click. This not how it ends. You at least have to say goodbye to him. So you start running towards him.
“Y/N, no!”
And before you can even understand what’s happening, you’re hugging him.
The next thing you know is that you’ve fallen on top of him. You get up, looking around: you’re in the streets of New York. Not your New York, of course.
“You’re insane!” Peter shouts, angrily. “What did you do?”
“I… I just wanted to say goodbye to you. It felt right,” you say.
“You left everything to stay with me, do you understand it?” He asks you and you realize that maybe it was the reason why you felt always so out of place in your universe. You belonged there. With him.
“Yeah and I’m glad I did it,” you tell him with a smile. “And I think that even if you’re angry now, deep down you’re happy too”.
He shakes his head, but you can see a little smile on his face.
“You’re crazy, Y/N”.
“I’m the best thing that has ever happend to you, actually,” you wink at him. “Come on, show me New York,” you tell him, while holding his hand.
not to be dramatic or anything but this is now my favorite thing to exist
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Photograph
Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
No way home spoilers!
Synopsis - After Dr.Strange's last spell, Peter finds a way to make you remember him.
Masterlist 🧚🏻♀️
Listsen to Photograph by Ed Sheeran :)
November
Peter snuggled a little more into his bed as the previous day's events flashed back to him. He turned around, his back cracking as he moved. The pain from the wounds slowly coming back.
Looking up to his ceiling - he sighed.
He was a shoe box of an apartment, and no one remembered who he was.
Not even you.
He tried to push back the tears as much as he could, but your face was the only thing that could go through his mind.
"You will all forget me" Peter looked down the his feet before looking back up to meet Ned's eyes and yours.
"What?" You took a step closer.
"It's the only way Y/n/n" He took your hand and your heart suddenly did loops in your chest at the realization.
this is the only thing giving me comfort rn tbh