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hey is this blog still active??

sometimes I’m just mad depressed n have been suffering W writers block for a good coupla years

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Requests are open!

Hi, all! It’s been a while! I really want to get back into writing, so send me your requests! I’ll write anything, especially if it’s angsty ;)

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Kiss With A Fist (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader)

Request: How about something where reader is a stark and she’s dating a total douche but he’s nice only around her to hide his other side? She catches him cheating on her at her own fathers party but instead of being the typical vulnerable girl she gets violent and kicks his ass in front of everyone? And everyone’s like “ we warned you about her temper”

Word count: 1048

Warnings: Mild violence! Work out your conflicts healthily (;

Life was good. You were (Y/N) Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, and things couldn't have been going better for you. You worked at Stark Industries- but not just because your dad owned it; you had inherited his intellect and were a brilliant addition to the company. Another perk of being Tony Stark's daughter was that you were practically raised by the Avengers, and had a very strong bond with the whole team. They were all very overprotective of you, but you saw it as a good thing. You were always so busy with school, and then work, that you never had really had much of a love life, until the fateful day that you met Will. Despite your lack of experience in the field of love, he was perfect to you.

"Everybody, I'd like you to meet Will." You smiled, presenting him to everybody. Nat narrowed her eyes, scanning him up and down. He slouched slightly, and wasn't holding your hand as tightly as you were holding his. She prayed that you weren't about to say that-

"He's my boyfriend." The reaction from the room was like a scene from a renaissance painting. Your dad choked on his coffee, and then was the quietest you'd ever seen him as he tried to process what you had just said. Bucky handed Sam $10, making Steve roll his eyes. Bruce just looked at you, then Lee, then you again, and smiled. Will's phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting through the silence.

"William?" You whispered to him, urging him to speak.

"Oh... Hey." Will muttered, avoiding eye-contact with the rest of the room. Understandably, he was rendered nearly speechless from being in the presence of Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Your dad recovered, and stood up to shake Will's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Will."

"Nice to meet you too, Sir!" He smiled, but Tony didn't return the gesture. Something about Will was wrong. Tony pulled Will into a hug, catching him off guard.

"Now, remember, if you hurt my daughter, I will set this lovely bunch people on you, right after she's finished dealing with you." Your dad hissed in Will's ear.

Will had to leave early, mumbling something about visiting a relative in hospital, and pressed a kiss to your lips. Everybody found his tenuous excuse sort of dodgy, but decided to leave it, after seeing how a kiss from him caused you to grin from ear-to-ear for the rest of the evening.

A few months down the line, and things were still going great! Through various dinners, and movie nights, the team gradually warmed up to Will. After all, they had never seen you happier than when you were with him, apart from when you had solved a particularly difficult equation, maybe. Will was everything you could have hoped for; charismatic, a great listener, an absolute gentleman and not to mention, absolutely gorgeous. The thought of his always-perfect, brown hair, his Greek-god body, and his soft, grey eyes, always managed to overwhelm you.

Sometimes it was hard to spend time with your boyfriend, seeing as he had to work late a lot, but the fact he was so hard-working made you love him even more. Even though he was a busy man, Will always seemed to make time for you two. Whether you were at a fancy restaurant, watching Netflix, or getting up to activities in the bedroom, he always managed to make you feel like a princess.

He'd always attend the various functions your dad was so fond of throwing, no matter how big or small.

"Have you seen Will anywhere?" You asked your dad over the loud music, a drink in your hand. Your dad had thrown a party to celebrate however many years it had been since Stark Industries was founded, and Will had promised to come after work. You'd thrown on your best dress, making an effort, because god  Will loved it when you dressed up.

To your disappointment, he was nowhere to be seen. You texted him, slightly worried, but then tried to enjoy the party to the best of your ability. Half an hour later, your face lit up, as you spotted your lover emerging from the bathroom. He looked so handsome, with his adorable, messy hair. Your smile slowly faded as you noticed that the buttons on his shirt were done up wrong and his flies were undone. A messy-haired brunette exited the bathroom your boyfriend had walked out of only moments ago, wiping the smeared eyeliner from under her eyes.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened, in fact, now it all made sense- the late nights at work, the constantly locked texts. Your world had been shattered into pieces, so now you were going to shatter him into pieces.

"So lovely to see you came!" You smiled sweetly at Will, repressing all the heartbreak. He shifted uncomfortably. Did you know?

He had the audacity to lean in for a kiss, after his lips had just been god-knows-where. You headbutted him. Hard.

Before he could even retaliate, you had him pinned to the floor.

"Tony, you're gonna want to see this!" Bruce called out as a crowd formed around you.

"You cheating piece of shit!" You spat, swinging for him. The sickening crack of his nose breaking reverberated throughout the now silent room. You made eye contact with him for a second, and stared into his piercing, grey eyes. Will caught you off-guard, and struggled back to his feet. The sight of the waterfall of blood rushing out of his nose comforted you.

"I can't believe I trusted you!" You shrieked, flooring him again. His body connected with the floor with such force that everybody gasped.

"You were my everything!" Your fist connected with his cheek once, and then once again. You hailed down on him with a storm of blows, taking out all your anger on him.

Just when Thor was preparing to pull you off Will, you calmly stood up, and walked off to the bar to get a drink.

"That's my girl!" Tony shouted over to you, bursting with pride, before leaning over Will's beaten-up form.

"I warned you. Now, I suggest you march your ass out of here before she comes back for round two."

I’m probably going to take this down and re-write it but I really needed to post something

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All Night (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: Hiya could I request something with bucky x reader she's new and usually he keeps 2 himself but since she came along hes super flirty with her any chance he gets she gets super blushy etc anyways they end up getting together please 😊

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1194

Who would have thought you would wind up an avenger? Not you, that's for sure. Being the charming and witty person that you were, from the moment you stepped into the Avengers Tower, you fitted perfectly into the group. You bonded with everybody extremely quickly.Nearly everybody. One member of the team kept to himself, and stayed a mystery to you. Bucky Barnes.

If you were ever alone in a room with Clint, you would banter with each-other, sometimes in sign language, sometimes out loud. If you were ever alone in a room with Nat, you would be either in a comfortable silence, or chatting passionately about fighting techniques. If you were ever alone in a room with Thor, you would end up chatting about the universe, and he would fondly reminisce on his adventures in Asgard. If you were ever alone in a room with any Avenger it would be perfectly fine. Nearly any Avenger. One person seemed intent on making your heart pound. Bucky Barnes.

It all started when you were leaving the gym, after a late night training session. You ran into a certain long-haired individual.  Before this encounter, you had never had a proper look at him, but there he was in front of you, in all of his post-workout glory. Bucky Barnes. He glistened with sweat, emphasising his toned, shirtless torso. He reached up to untie his hair, giving you a display of his muscular arm. The metal of his left arm caught the light in such a mesmerising way that you couldn't tear yourself away until he spoke.

"Are you checking me out, Doll?" Bucky asked, a smirk on his perfectly-carved face. 

"I-I...I wasn't!" You managed to stammer out as your face heated up.

"It's okay if you were. You're not so bad to look at yourself, you know." He winked at you, and walked away, leaving you standing in the doorway, completely speechless. The only times you'd spoken to Bucky were when you were offering others hot drinks. You secretly only offered them to everybody because you'd seen Bucky eyeing up your coffee occasionally, but now you wondered if he was really looking at you.

You were making breakfast in the kitchen, minding your own business, when Bucky waltzed in, taking a bite of your (breakfast food).

"What are you playing at?" You said, half-jokingly, half seriously.

"Just checking it for poison. Couldn't let somebody as beautiful as you end up in a grave!" He winked at you again, and your heart began to thud.

"Eat my food again, and I'll kill you with my bare hands." You said, deadpan.

"I'll bear that in mind next time I want some skin to skin contact." Bucky said, taking another bite of your (breakfast food) before he left. Was he trying to kill you?

The next time you were alone with Bucky was in a crowded room of people. Tony threw one of his infamous parties, which Nat and Wanda saw as an opportunity to get you to dress more glamorously than your typical casual attire. You wore a red, form-fitting dress with heels of the same shade (Scarlet Witch approved!), and Nat applied your makeup flawlessly, and ensured not a hair on your head was out of place. 

You looked great, and strode into the party oozing confidence, which lasted right until you saw your ex, who was a high-ranking member of S.H.I.E.L.D. He broke up with you upon finding out about your past of being an assassin. You were ashamed of the things you had done, but he wouldn't listen. Fortunately, your advanced skill set from your past was the reason you'd been recruited by Tony Stark himself, and you wouldn't change it even if you could. 

Talking to anybody was unappealing to you, so you stood in the corner of the room, drink in hand, just observing everybody (a habit from your past that you couldn't shake). Just when you were growing tired of deliberating if the couple who were near you were going to break up when they got home (they definitely were, she was staring at other men all evening), a smartly dressed figure waltzed over to you. Bucky Barnes

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" Bucky asked, same smirk on his face. Even his smooth words didn't boost your confidence.

"Just don't feel like it." You said, staring at your half-empty glass.

"Hey, did something happen? You're not acting like yourself, Doll."

You took a large gulp of your wine.

"Just somebody I used to know is here, and I can't stop thinking about the past."

"He was a nut-case to even consider leaving such a lovely lady like you." Bucky looked at you with those ice-blue eyes, and you began to melt.

"He left me because of who I used to be, Buck."

"I, of all people, know how it feels, (Y/N). People who get caught up in the past aren't worth having in your future." He gave you a warm smile, and thats when you realised. You liked Bucky.

"Forget about that bonehead. Let's dance." Bucky offered you his hand. When you took it, albeit hesitantly, you saw the Winter Soldier's smile light up his whole face, and reach his eyes for the first time.

Several more incidents of Bucky flirting with you at any opportunity occurred. You had a total meltdown every time you saw the cute annoying smirk that he wore, so you resolved to just avoid him whenever possible. It worked all of the time. Nearly all of the time. You made sure you were never alone, so that there wouldn't be any awkward encounters, even restorting to train with Nat so you wouldn't run into him at the gym. You kept ridiculously busy.

Your new schedule surprised the team, but nobody was complaining. One night, when you ran out of things to do, you were just relaxing, watching Netflix. Everybody was too busy to bother you, apart from the one person you wanted to see least. Bucky Fucking Barnes. As soon as he walked into the room, you began to leave.

"Don't." Bucky sighed. His brows were knitted together, cementing his face in a deep frown. His eyes were filled with raw emotion. Sadness? Anger? No. Hurt.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?" He asked, face without a smirk.

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm just busy." You lied.

"So it's just a coincidence that whenever I enter a room you exit?"

"It's not like that."

"I thought you understood me. I thought you liked-"

"Bucky! I'm avoiding you because every time I see you I can't function!" You blurted out, cutting him off.

"What?" He replied, that signature Bucky Barnes Smirk reappearing.

"Bucky, I like you so much that I can't handle it, and it's killing me. All I want to do is get to know you more, but I keep ruining it."

"Well, Doll, that's pretty fortunate," Bucky pulled you into a kiss. Despite how strong he was, the kiss was gentle.

"'Cause we've got all night."

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ok so since the Russo brothers confirmed that animals and plants and the like all died in the snap,,,,,,, that means dogs died too,,,,, and lemme tell ya if ANYTHING happened to my dog earth wouldn’t even NEED the avengers I’d mcfucking d e s t r o y thanos myself because NO ONE FUCKING MESSES WITH MY DOG NOT EVEN A CRUSTY ASS RAISIN WITH A ROCK COLLECTION

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Gwyneth Paltrow: Bruce Banner in a hammock.

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see, that's what we're NOT gonna do

What if avengers 4 is called Avengers: End of the Line

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Healing (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Request: can you write something about y/n taking care of remus when he’s in pain in the days after the full moon?

Warnings: mention of injury, mention of scars

Word count: 922

Remus saw himself as a monster. Worse than that, even. His lycanthropy made him live in constant fear; if he hurt anybody, he would never be able to forgive himself. So, he took it upon himself to stay as isolated as possible, which worked for a while, until the Marauders came along. Those boys did so much more for him than helping him get to the Shrieking Shack every full moon. James, Sirius, and Peter's friendship gave him the opportunity to have a teenage life that was as normal as possible.

No matter how much they wanted to, though, Remus would never allow the Marauders to see him after a transformation. He thought that if they saw him gaunt and beaten-up, they would see him as pathetic. Nobody, bar Madam Pomfrey, was allowed to see him in the few days post-full moon. Until you came along.

Remus sat next to you in potions, and envied your talent. In fact, you were good in all of your subjects, and could have breezed through school without putting in any effort- but you worked harder than anybody else, and it showed. Remus began to fall for you, and by autumn of fifth year, you were dating. You fell for Remus harder than a block of concrete. He just had an inexplicable way of making you feel safe. When you were in his arms, it felt like even the scariest Dementor from the depths of Azkaban couldn't lay a finger on you. Eventually, you found out about his secret, but you didn't care. Remus assumed you would break up with him- an idea that you quickly dismissed by pulling him into a passionate kiss.

It was now sixth year, and there had been not one, but two full moons in one month. Obviously, after transforming into a werewolf and back, nobody feels too great, but after the second transformation, he was in an extremely bad way. Sirius came to get you from the common room, where you were writing an essay with such vigour, that he swore he saw smoke coming out of your pen.

"(Y/N)?" Sirius tapped you in your shoulder, causing you to jump.

"Sirius! What's up?" You asked, noting his concerned expression.

"It's Remus,"- your heart sank- "I think you need to go to him. He won't let us anywhere near him. Never does."

"Okay, Black. I'll skip class today to make sure he's okay." You said, then hurried off to his dormitory. You knew that Remus would probably tell you to leave, and would say something to hurt you if you didn't go when he asked, but it was a price you were willing to pay.

As you stepped into his dormitory, you saw him lying in his four-poster bed, pale white. An angry, red gash stretched across his porcelain cheek.

"Go away." Remus muttered weakly, not having much energy left.

"Jesus, Remus, why aren't you in the hospital wing? I bet that cut on your cheek isn't the only one!" You sighed, and began to work on his face. You memorised a lot of healing spells, seeing as the boys were always getting themselves injured somehow. You placed a hand on Remus' face and he relaxed under your touch. That is what he wanted every full moon. You. Throughout the worst, most painful transformations, the thought of you was what kept him sane. On all the nights he lay in the hospital wing, he thought of you. The way that your mouth would just curl up at the corners a little bit, right before your teeth grazed your soft lips, and you smiled. God he loved your smile.

"I've done all I can for your cheek, but it's going to leave a scar." You announced, and Remus' face fell. He hated his scars; they made him look like the monster he thought himself to be. You gently stroked your thumb along the 2 inch, pinkish scar, making sure everything was fully healed. Once you were certain it was alright, you placed a delicate kiss on his cheek, and Remus' face went red.

"Okay, I know you have no energy, but could you show me where else you're hurt?" You asked calmly. Remus slowly removed his shirt, revealing the toned flesh underneath. Every time you saw his body, your face began to heat up, like it was the first time seeing it. There were a few bruises on his torso, which you quickly made disappear. A small smile appeared on Remus' lips when the dull pain was replaced with a warm, tingling sensation. You'd never healed him before, and he had never felt anything like it.

A gasp escaped your mouth when you saw his left arm. The skin was punctured deeply, some torn away. Remus looked away, ashamed.

"Oh, Remus." He expected you to laugh at him, or be disgusted by the other side to him. Everything else you had seen couldn't compare to the sheer anger that radiated from the wound. Remus had been so frantic, so stressed, that he had bitten himself. Remus didn't expect the kiss you placed on his lips before healing the bite. He watched, in awe, as you concentrated in a trance-like state. After taking care of his injuries, you were completely drained, and flopped onto the bed next to Remus.

"I love you so much." He whispered to you, as he took you into his arms. For the first time he could remember, you had made him feel human.

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My guys, I am suffering from horrendous writer's block. My mind is entirely blank. Please for the love of Loki still being alive, request something to save me from this abhorrent void.

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Worthy  (Thor x Reader)

Your relationship with Thor was perfect- almost. The only problem came in the form of a hammer forged in the heart of a dying star. Mjolnir.

A/N: This is just a drabble-y, messy sort of thing I thought of last night. It’s not great, but I hope you enjoy!

Don't forget I'm open to requests!!

Warnings: None!

“Come on, (Y/N)! Give it a go!” Clint laughed, trying to get you to partake in their game of Worthy or Not Worthy. You glanced at Mjolnir sitting on the table, and chuckled. 

“You could lift it with ease if it wasn’t rigged!” Huffed Tony, who had just failed to lift the hammer despite his greatest efforts.

“Not happening! I’m too comfy to move!” You replied, knowing you wouldn’t be able to lift that damn hammer in a million years. It was true though, you wouldn’t have wanted to move even if you could lift it. You were resting your head on Thor’s shoulder with one of his muscular arms securely wrapped around you. 

“Sweet Lady (Y/N), if anybody is worthy, it’s you.” Thor encouraged. The team agreed, and for a few more minutes, everybody relented in trying to get your to lift Mjolnir. Out of the blue, Vision managed to lift Mjolnir, and the subject was dropped. You admired the look on Thor’s beautiful face, and the way his booming laughter caused his whole body to move. His hair caught the light in such a way that you swore it was made from spun gold. Sometimes you theorised that Thor was just too perfect to be real, but the warmth radiating from him-both physical and spiritual- told you otherwise.

The next time Thor tried to get you to lift Mjolnir, it was just the two of you. You two were lying on the top floor of the Avengers tower, stargazing. There was nothing more, bar you, that Thor loved, than the stars. He memorised every constellation, and pointed them out to you with practised ease. 

“Did you know, that constellation there was shaped to look like Mjolnir?” Thor pointed to a cluster of stars that undeniably looked like the hammer. 

“You’re so spoilt, Thor. Not only did you get a hammer painstakingly forged by dwarves, but you also got to reshape the galaxy to put it in the sky.” You joked, and Thor laughed with you.

Thor summoned Mjolnir, and presented her to you. 

“Please, my love, just try to lift her.” 

“There’s no point. I know I’m not.”

“Oh, (Y/N), in all of time and space I don’t think there has been a more worthy MIdgardian.” You pulled him in for a kiss. Mainly to shut him up.

There were multiple occasions like this, always ending in you getting upset, or you changing the subject completely. 

One evening (post-nap), you walked into the lounge, messy-haired and bleary-eyed, to trip over Mjolnir. 

“Stupid fucking hammer!” You cursed under your breath, as you pick it up. With your mind clouded by sleepiness, you didn’t realise what you had done until a stunned silence hushed over the Avengers, who had been having a movie night. 

“Lady (Y/N), I won’t say I told you so.” Tony said, mocking Thor.

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Guilt (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: “Can you do a Bucky x Reader where bucky finds y/n after she punches a wall to punish hersself and he helps her calm down etc?

Warnings: Mentions of blood, self harm, guilt, self loathing

Word Count: 763

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Stupid.

Punch.

Worthless.

Punch.

Not a real Avenger.

Punch.

Every negative thought caused your arm to swing back, and your knuckles to collide with your bedroom wall. After a while, the shooting, stinging pain caused by each hit subsided, and was replaced by a dull burning. That wasn't okay. You needed the hurt to drag you out of the perpetual numbness your mistakes caused you to feel.

Some people's mistakes are honest, genuine mistakes, like a barista writing the wrong name on a coffee cup, or an intern forgetting to print something. Not yours.

You'd killed the Bad Guys before, but you had never been the reason for an innocent person to take their last breath. That's why you were punishing yourself. Maybe if you got your knuckles bloodied up enough, it would be some form of penance for the blood of an innocent person that was on your hands. You were the reason somebody was no longer on this Earth, and that was a burden too heavy to bear.

Sapped of energy, you slid down the red-stained wall and sit on the floor, knees to your chest. You were dirty;  your hair smelt of gunpowder, and your face was smeared with dirt. There was blood all over you, old and fresh, and your hair was matted with god knows what. Were you going to do anything about it? No.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you know, you were awoken by your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes.

"(Y/N)?" He said softly, shaking your shoulder gently to wake you up. From the moment you stirred, he knew something was wrong. One glance at your battered hands confirmed this.

"Oh God, (Y/N). Did you do this to yourself?" Bucky asked, eyes full of sadness. You're too drained to give him anything more than an ashamed nod, never making eye contact.

"Let's get you cleaned up, doll."

Bucky carefully helped you to your feet, and led you to the bathroom. He ran a bath for you, helped you undress, and lifted you into the warm water. Every touch from him was so full of love and tenderness that you began to tear up. You didn't deserve this affection. Bucky wiped away your tears gently and began to wash your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp. You stared off into space as he began to help you scrub the remnants of the mission from your skin.

"This is going to sting a little, doll," Bucky warned, as he started dabbing a washcloth at your knuckles. Contact with the raw skin caused you to wince, but you forced yourself to bear it. Once you were completely clean, Bucky put one of his shirts onto your frame. The familiar scent of Bucky engulfed you, and you felt the first scrap of happiness you'd had that entire day.

"I love you." Bucky whispered as you curled up together in bed. He placed a light kiss on your freshly-bandaged hands.

"I love you way too much for you to do this to yourself. Why did you hurt yourself like that?" Bucky inquired, his flesh hand stroking your hair.

"I deserved it." You said flatly. Those three words caused James Buchanan Barnes' heart to shatter. You were the genuinely kindest person he had ever met. You never wanted to do anything but what was right, and put the needs of other people in front of yourself no matter the cost. You didn't deserve to feel any pain, ever.

"If I had gotten there in time, that girl wouldn't have been shot. I-I watched her take her last breath, and now I have to live with the fact that it was my fault," You pause, trying not to cry. "How am I meant to carry that on my shoulders for the rest of my life? Every time I close my eyes, I can see her."

"Can I tell you something?" Bucky asked.

"What?"

"Every person I murdered as the Winter Soldier, I remember. I know what its like to hurt, but if you try and keep the pain to yourself, it will eat you alive.

(Y/N), this is not something that you have to carry alone. You do not need to feel guilty. If you had held that gun to her head, it would have been a different story. That HYDRA agent killed her, not you."

"I love you." You said, relaxing slightly.

"And I love you."

Exhaustion took over, and the steady rhythm of Bucky's breathing lulled you into a deep sleep. As you slept in his arms, Bucky vowed to never let you be needlessly hurt again.

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Love Potion (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Requested by @knowledgeisthebomb​

A/N: sorry that this took so long! I hope this is all okay!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1694

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You've known Remus for what seems like a lifetime. Understandably so, seeing as your life didn't truly begin until the Sorting Hat was placed on your head. You never really considered yourself to be brave, especially when you were stood in front of the entire school, almost shaking with anxiety, but the Sorting Hat found saw little spark within you, and sorted you into Gryffindor. Your squishy-faced, eleven year old self had no clue that the scratched-up blonde boy you sat next to would become one of your closest friends.

Remus Lupin watched you make your way down to the Gryffindor table, and envied your calm demeanour. He was barely able to contain his nerves, like most other first-years, but somehow you looked like you were already at home. Of course, inside you were completely melting down. You didn't know a single person, and now you had to try and make friends? An absolute nightmare for you. You plopped yourself down on the first open seat you saw, much to the delight of a certain shy werewolf.

When the feast began, Remus introduced himself.

"Hey! I'm Lupin. Remus Lupin.." He said with a tentative smile.

"I'm (Y/N)(L/N). Nice to meet you!" You replied, mentally thanking Merlin that somebody actually spoke to you.

"Remus, quit chatting her up and pass the bread!" A boy with thick, raven hair remarked, causing your face to heat up.

"Shut it, Sirius. Guys, this is (Y/N)." He introduced you to his friends one by one. James Potter,  Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. You had no idea what you were getting into when you had that first conversation with them all.

The Marauders were your people. In no time at all, the five of you became inseparable. Despite your castle-wide popularity, you all chose to stay within your tight-knit group, planning pranks and getting up to no good. However, no matter how close you were with the boys, you always had a special connection with Remus. You developed one of those friendships where you didn't even need to filter your thoughts when you were around him. The two of you could sit in silence together, just reading, or getting on with your stacks of homework, and you would still enjoy yourself solely because of Remus' presence.

Everything was brilliant, until October of fourth year. It was a Saturday morning, and you woke up ridiculously early. Finding yourself unable to go back to sleep, you take your favourite book down to the common room, and curl up with it in front of the fire. Remus had always been an early riser, and went into the common room to notice you, sat there. The first thing that occurred to Remus was how pretty you looked as you intensely focused on the story, acting it out with facial expressions. The second thing that occurred to him was how brilliant of an opportunity it was to scare you. He crept up behind you and tapped your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin. You glared at Remus as your book fell to the ground.

"Morning, Sunshine!" Remus giggled, earning another scowl.

"Not funny, Remus. I was enjoying that!" You grumble, bending down to pick up the book, coincidentally at the same time as Remus. His hand touched yours- a gesture that had happened multiple times previously- and your heart stopped. Oh fuck.

All it took was one touch to realise you were, and had always been, head over heels for Remus. You kept it quiet, though, not wanting to ruin the strong friendship you had. Telling him you liked him would disturb the balance of your entire friendship group, and you weren't prepared to lose that, so you kept quiet.

By the time sixth year rolled around, Remus became the crush of many girls. Over summer, he had a growth spurt, and became more handsome than ever, finally growing into his body. You had always found Remus attractive, but he really had become astonishingly handsome. This broad-shouldered man with a jawline that could cut glass was all people saw, though. You loved Remus no matter how he looked. You loved his endless knowledge, and how even though he saw himself as a monster, he was the kindest soul. These girls didn't know that, though, following him round and giving him way more attention than he wanted.

Eventually though, the inevitable happened. Remus got a girlfriend. Nicole, a Gryffindor fifth year, with features carved like an ancient Greek sculpture, and radiant, dark skin. She was smart, too, excelling in Potions and Herbology. She was one of those girls that was effortlessly perfect, never a hair out of place. It was no wonder that Remus fell for her so fast.

You decided that you had to get over him. Moving on was going to be difficult, maybe impossible even, but hanging on to the idea that you had a chance with Remus was ridiculous, seeing as he had a new girlfriend, who he was completely infatuated with. Even if you always denied it, you were seen as one of the most intelligent and beautiful witches at Hogwarts; boys would jump at the chance to speak to you. You decided to go on a few dates, and no matter how nice the boys who took you to Hogsmeade were, they couldn't hold a candle to Remus. Even though it was horrible of you, you kind of wished that Remus would notice you getting all of this male attention. You hated yourself for wishing it, and you hated that Remus rarely spoke to you or the other Marauders any more. Every waking second, he wanted to be with Nicole.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and you were sitting in the Gryffindor common room alone, nose in a book.

"Morning, (Y/N)! You excited for Hogsmeade today?" Sirius said whilst ruffling your hair, causing you to jump, and lose your page.

"I don't think I'm gonna come today."

"What, why? Zonko's has new stock in!" James stuck out his bottom lip.

"I just don't feel like it." You replied, trying to carry on reading.

"You suck. If this is about a boy I sw-"

"It's not," You lied, interrupting Sirius. "Bring me back something cool, though!"

James, Sirius and Peter said goodbye, and dashed off, excited to go the village. Part of you wanted to go with them, but you knew Remus and Nicole would probably be there, and you couldn't stand them.

You had just found your page, when all of a sudden you heard shouting coming from upstairs. You tried to ignore it, until you realised you knew that voice.

"How could you do this?" Remus yelled, sounding angrier than you had ever heard him.

"I-I'm sorry, it's ju-" Nicole stuttered meekly.

"Sorry? You're sorry that you've been drugging me? Oh, then it's fine then!" Remus' voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Well you never even look any girls. None of us are good enough for you, apart from (Y/N)." Nicole said, her voice cracking slightly. You felt bad for her, but also confused. Why would she be talking about you?

"Yes, because I've been in love with her for years! She is the only girl I've ever cared about this much, and thanks to you, she probably hates me!" Remus' voice lost the anger, and became full of hurt. Remus stormed down the stairs, entering the common room, not knowing you had heard everything.

"Remus? What's happened?" You asked, seeing how his face was stained with tears.

"Piss off, (Y/N). Don't you have a date to go on or something?" Remus hissed. That comment cut you like a freshly-sharpened knife. You stormed out of the common room, and didn't stop until you had reached your favourite spot by the Black Lake. The five of you usually sat there, discussing homework, devising new pranks, and getting into stupid debates that could last for hours. Sirius and James once spent an entire afternoon arguing how to pronounce the word egg. It was pouring down with rain, but you didn't care. You were completely apathetic.

You mulled over what you had heard earlier. Did Remus really like you? If he did, why was he so horrible? Tears pricked your eyes as you thought about what he had said to you. He probably said he loved you to get Nicole to back down, then felt embarrassed when he realised you had heard it. God, he would never like you. Tears flowed freely down your face as you felt your heart break a little more every second.

"(Y/N)! Thank God, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Remus panted, his smile falling as soon as he saw your tear-stained face.

"Are you crying because of me? Merlin, I never want to be the reason for you to be sad." Remus said softly as he sat down next to you.

"Too late." You retort.

"I hate myself for being horrible to you. Nicole was giving me love potion. I don't have feelings for her at all." Remus paused, and brushed a strand of wet hair from your face.

"The thing is, (Y/N), from the moment I met you, I have been in love with you. I know you don't feel the same, hell, why would you? I'm a mess, and you could have any guy-"

"Remus. I love you with every fibre of my being. I tried so hard to get over you, doing stupid shit with stupid guys, but nothing worked, because none of them were you."

Remus looked at you with pure delight painted all over his face. The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, and it felt better than anything you could have ever imagined.

"Let's get inside, okay?" Remus said, finally breaking off the kiss. You walked hand in hand back to the castle.

"(Y/N), you need to see what we got you!" Sirius grinned, waltzing into the common room.

"You're an idiot for not coming to Hogsmeade!" Peter declared.

The three boys stopped in their tracks when they saw you and Remus. You were wearing his favourite jumper, and his hand was in yours as you slept, intertwined by the fire.

"Finally!" Sirius whisper-shouted, trying not to wake you both up.

"You owe me a Butterbeer!" James hissed to Sirius.

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the spider: *bites peter*

peter: this is so sad alexa play radioactive

[mxschief-managed]

Dating Remus Would Include: (headcanon)

A/N: Something a little different. Requests are open!

him being super nervous at first, never quite knowing what to do around you

“(Y/N), would it be okay if I kissed you?”

you finding it super sweet

as he becomes more comfortable, hejust wants to be touching you all the time

not even in a sexual way, just him resting his hand on your arm or having you lie your head in his lap

of course, in a sexual way too (;

reading with eachother

god he loves the way you look when you’re engrossed in a book

or just when you’re doing anything 

him stealing little glances at you from across the room

“Remus! If I catch you staring at (Y/N) one more time I will take 5 points from Gryffindor” “Sorry, Professor McGonagall”

she secretly thinks you’re the best couple in the school

you figuring out about his monthly problem 

him crying so hard when you approach him about it, because he thinks you don’t love him anymore

reassuring him that you will be there no matter what

stroking his hair until he stops crying

helping him after transformations, skipping the odd lesson sometimes to come read to him

he puts off having sex with you because he is self conscious about the scars from his transformations that litter his body

lying there afterwards in his arms, tracing the scars that make you love him even more

him reading to you when you’re sad or anxious, his steady voice calming you down

you constantly steal his jumpers 

“You have your own, (Y/N)!” “Yes, but yours are just better!”

he likes it when you return them, because they smell of you

being the most wholesome couple 

the entire castle’s otp

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