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~ NSFW Alphabet Bucky Barnes 18+~

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader 18+

Notes: Marvel NSFW Alphabet. I did end up using female pronouns, sorry. We should learn by now that I've not proofread but let me know if you have any feedback. This was 2,487 words long and was written by 1:30 am. Yikes <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Like many things with Bucky, I think this depends on so many factors. He’d either love the soft touches, lingering stares, and would tentatively clean you both up and snuggle up in the most peaceful picture like he didn’t just fuck you into next week. Or, he’d need to be alone, less touching, still maybe soft praises whispered into the dark room after a tender and emotional spur of the moment.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hair. The symbolism and communication behind giving you control of him and pulling him to where you need him. Nothing makes him shudder more than your fingers knotting at the base of his neck as you keep him pinned to you. Also, he takes so much care into keeping it soft and pretty for you. Alternatively, he loves when you play with his hair, scratch at his scalp and he passes out within minutes.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. James Buchanan Barnes is an ass (and thigh) man. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of training or snuggled on the couch, this man is constantly touching your ass. He will nonchalantly ask you to pick something up and just watch your figure like he’s in a trance. He is. Seeing you do yoga also drives him wild.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Accidental creampie king . He doesn’t mean to, but he needs to keep you stuffed full of his cum because you’re just so warm. It’s safe, it’s familiar, it’s addicting to him. And if he can’t stuff you with his cock, his fingers will do just fine. He’ll get cocky the longer you two are together, he’d absolutely whisper along the lines of ‘Don’t be wasteful, sweetheart.’ and do either of the previously mentioned, or lick you clean of both your releases.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ve seen so many people say he’d love to share you with Steve, but I just cannot picture it. Bucky’s lost so much in his life, the last thing he’d want is to give up his lover with his best friend, cause I think it’s forever or nothing with Bucky at this point in his life. I do however think he’d love to be selfish for once and rub his happiness in the other’s faces. He’s spent so much time being jealous and frustrated that being able to bend you over in the communal gym showers, only to find a very flushed and very hard Steve taking his own frustrations out on the punching bags would give Bucky the smuggest grin as he winks to his best friend and nearly waltzes out with his very hot  and very wobbly girlfriend.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hot take, I want to believe he was a virgin in the 40’s. The playboy bravado is totally overshadowed by the purist beliefs from this time, and with having to focus on keeping his mother and sister protected and Steve alive, I think he’d want his first time to be special. Not including his past life before or during Hydra; You are his first once he’s free and somewhat healed from his trauma. He’d want to keep everything slow and romantic but he very well might just be so pent up that he’d likely fuck you senseless. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think cowgirl is perfect for when he’s feeling more dominant or vulnerable. The eye contact, letting you use him how you want, and getting a full view of you is all he needs. He’d still be able to take over or help you out from this position if needed, and there's plenty of access to keep his head buried in your neck so he can 1) cry or 2) cover you in hickeys. I also think he likes it because he can see more in the room you guys are in at the time, monitoring the entries for threats and keeping you safe are always his priority.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say like 80% of the time it is light hearted and full of emotion. Bucky loves to see you smile and anything he can do to keep his girl happy while making her come undone is a job well done in his book. He might pinch your hip or softly tickle your side as he’s kissing you. His focus would still be making sure you’re well prepared and actually enjoying yourself but he crumbles when you laugh in the moment, wrapping your arms around him because you can’t help it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’d like to keep everything groomed for you, he’s very conscious of his appearance at all times cause he wants you to be proud of him :) His chest is lightly covered with dark brown tufts, while a small happy trail leads down his toned stomach to his tamed bush. I do not think he’d like to be shaved smooth unless you specifically ask for it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You are his number one focus, always. He wants what you want and he’ll do anything for you. He’s always caressing you, making sure you're okay, wanting you to feel like you’re being worshipped. He’ll light candles, get a warm bath going, he’ll get FRIDAY to set the perfect temperature for you just so that you’re content.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he would start to masturbate once settling into his new routine at the tower. Getting used to his body and gaining control over himself would be a huge aspect of it. But once he starts getting feelings towards you and not knowing how to handle the new emotions, he’d jack off any chance he could get to relieve the stress of it. Now, he saves himself for you unless he’s away on a mission for too long. He’d try matching your pace, visualize your sounds and would bring an article of your clothes with him, cause it calms him down to have your scent nearby.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

After an incident where he made a point to chase you through the compound after an argument of if you could outrun a bounty hunter, a predator/prey kink was born. If you’re on vacation, or at the end of a successful mission, he’ll start counting down out of the blue and you know to book it and both of your hearts start pumping. Like I said before, Bucky loves your scent and not in a creepy way. He wants you near him constantly, and when he can’t, he chooses the next best thing. Sometimes it’s your pillow, or one of his oversized shirts that you've taken over, other times it’s your panties, and once he starts thinking about how much he misses you, he usually ventures off to find you if accessible. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wherever it is safest, usually the bedroom, on occasion somewhere partially visible because he loves showing you off. Bucky is very much ‘are you comfortable with this? ‘ ‘is this something you want?’ cause he will buck up (pun intended) and do just about anything for you. He will admit he loves the thrill at a large event like Tony’s gala or a congress charity for Thunderbolts* Bucky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you initiate first gets him hot and bothered. You vocally saying you want him, that you need him is infinitely sexy. When you wear his dog tags? And only his tags?? The one time you dressed up like a vintage pinup girl for Halloween and he was frothing at the mouth like a cartoon coyote all night. He does like sparring with you, it had originally started cause he wanted to make sure you could protect yourself, but then he realized he was pressed against you while you were grunting in his ear and he realized he definitely liked it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bucky would never hurt you, and if he did by some miraculous event? He’d never forgive himself. I don’t think he’s big on choking or restraints, giving or receiving due to his past trauma. And nothing explicitly gross, intimacy is important and anything that would jeopardize it would terrify him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man is a cunt-eating champ and he knows it. He could spend hours licking and nibbling and giving so much attention to you. He loves the feeling of your thighs tightening around his head and you tugging and curling your fingers into his thick hair. He’ll tease you from the moment you let him kiss down your stomach, licking strips down to your cunt before focusing on your clit. 

He would never say no to oral, and he appreciates anything you give him, but when you do? He panting and thrusting so fast. He tries to sit still but your mouth is just so addicting that he can’t help but chase it. Big on oral if you’re in a rush to make sure you can take at least his fingers before attempting to fuck you properly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bucky likes to take his time and savors every second. He likes it slow and hard, he’s consistent, making sure you feel every inch of him. Keeping you pinned as he stays steady like a piston or brings you to him, rolling both of your hips as your muscles tighten in anticipation.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not opposed to quickies. Kinda tying into previous letters, on the sporadic occasion where you two wander off, giggling like school kids to the nearest private area, he loves it. Usually after an intense mission you two share, you two having ‘can’t believe we both almost died’ or jealous ‘did you see the way he looked at you?’ quickies are most common.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bucky has spent a long time not having fun. So if he comes across something on his own or one of the teammates brings up their preference in passing, he would not hesitate bringing it up to you. And if you agree? He’s all about being open and communicating and always willing to try something once unless it involves physically injuring either of you. Whether it’s positions, toys, or a roleplaying scenario, he can’t knock it til he tries it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could  (and has) go all night if you’d let him. He’s got enhanced stamina for the both of you and just when you think you’ve tired him out, turning over to snuggle into his chest, his cock is poking your hip and all he offers is a sheepish smile before diving into your neck. I think in the beginning he’d cum so fast due to being so pent up. But after he gets his stamina back, he’d try to make a game of who can last longer.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he’d like it to be just the two of you, not to say he’s opposed, but he grew up in a time where toys were not commonly, if used at all, at the very least spoken about openly like today. Might like the idea of flavored lube.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease on the planet, always giving you a taste before pulling away, gently pushing your wandering hands back to keep him just shy of where you want him. But if you tease him? He’s whining and panting like a cat in heat, he’ll go through the five stages of grief if it will get him inside you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bucky is very vocal in the sense of confirmation and panting. He’ll let a chuckle slip on the rare occasion, but 9/10 he wants you to make noise and call out to him. He’ll ask if you're hanging in there or if you need anything specific. He’ll whisper into your ear as he’s leaving marks behind, making sure you’re as happy as he is. Consent king.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves cockwarming.The first time it happened was after he fell asleep inside you with you secured safely on top of him. Now he encourages it all the time, basking in your warmth in the bath, curled up in bed, the one time during movie night where he insisted no one will know if you just keep quiet and still under the fluffy blanket as you perched on his lap, his shit eating grin enough of a give away.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I love Dadbod!Bucky. The thick muscles and thin layer of fat accumulating over the older he gets. It’s natural, it’s comfortable, and he’s so god damn attractive. Now further south…, He’s long and thick, around 7” and when he’s aroused gains another inch or so.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He would have you every second of every day if he could. But he’s also so content just being with you, he’s been without sex for so long, so if you weren’t in the mood, he’s got plenty more patience if you want to wait.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After you wear Bucky out, like thoroughly for more than several hours and he was sure you were safe for the night,  he’d pass out within minutes. He’s like a malinois, fiercely protective and ready to keep pushing himself past his limits. He’s the type to sleep nearest to the door to shield you and wrap himself around you completely when given the chance. He is loyal  no matter the situation. Also has to sleep in complete darkness and silence, it’s what he’s used to and if there’s too much noise he won’t be able to focus on sleeping. 

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Wade: * After getting flung through a support beam into another universe* “Okay Cupcake, time to go!”

Y/N: * Clawing her way back to Cavillrine * “No, please. Wade. Let me stay in this one!”

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Marvel VS. Kisses Pt 2

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Notes: Marvel Headcannons Pt 2 ! I'm getting better about proofreading. Also, I think I should have put Loki in here somewhere...Let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Clint Barton

Style: Clint leans in with quiet confidence—steady hands and focused eyes. His kisses are warm and grounding, like he’s pulling you into a safehouse made just for the two of you. He pulls you close, his calloused hands cupping your face gently, his thumbs brushing away any stray tears or worries. He’s not flashy about it, but you feel everything he’s saying in the press of his lips. He likes those moments where the mission’s over, or you’re mid-laugh, and he just has to kiss you.

His hands have a habit of moving to your back, pulling you closer. In general but especially when he’s feeling sweet.

Clint is a smart ass about his hearing loss, especially when you're starry eyed and flustered. He only offers a smirk as he watches you swoon. “ Hm? What was that?” He’ll make a show of pointing to his ear before you  kiss him smack him in retaliation.

In more somber moments, he’ll give you a peck on your temple and let out a small ‘I've got you’ sealing his promise.

Freebie: Protective, tender, and a little needy when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Quiet Moments

It’s one of those rare afternoons where time slows down. The sky is grey, soft rain tapping the windows. The two of you lie tangled on his couch, a blanket slung lazily over your legs. You feel his thumb trace the inside of your wrist in slow circles.

You glance up at him from your book. “You’re being quiet.”

He shrugs. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifts to hover over you and slides a hand along your cheek, guiding you to look at him. It’s not a passionate kiss. It’s not trying to prove anything. It’s the kind of kiss that people share when they’ve already said everything important in a hundred quiet ways. His lips are gentle, unhurried, and familiar.

When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to yours. “About how I don’t really need anything else, when I have you.”

Pietro Maximoff 

Style: Pietro kisses like he lives—fast, passionate, and impossible to predict.  He grabs you like the moment might slip away if he doesn't act then. His lips meet yours with a fervor that matches his speed, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless. But if you manage to slow him down, cup his face and just breathe with him, he melts. Then he’s soft and lingering, like he doesn’t want the moment to end. He gets flustered if you kiss him first, all cocky smirks turned to wide eyes and goofy grins.

I think he’s the type to love pulling you into a passionate embrace, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

He pulls back just enough to grin wickedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Too fast for you?" He teases, before diving back in for another round, his hands tangling in your hair, ensuring you're as lost in the moment as he is.

He absolutely does drive-by ass smacks. Never bend over to pick something else or grab something from a bottom shelf. The man has a sixth sense for it. You never see it coming.

Freebie: As much as he loves catching you off guard with rapid pecks when you least expect it, he adores the slow intimate kisses you share, though it tends to be more rare.

Blurred Heartbeats

It happens again—just as you’re leaving the kitchen with a slice of toast and the intention to sit down for ten whole minutes by yourself—a gust of wind sweeps past, and something brushes against your cheek.

“Mwah!”

You barely catch a glimpse of silver before he’s gone again, laughter trailing like a ribbon. “Pietro,” you call, unamused by the red flush of your cheeks betraying you, “that’s like the millionth time in the last five minutes!”

Another whoosh behind you, and he’s suddenly leaning against the door frame like he’s been there all along. He grins with faux innocence.“You’re very kissable,” He shrugs, “and I move very fast. It’s an occupational hazard.”

You roll your eyes and try to swat him, but of course he dodges it easily, only to dart forward and cup your face—this time kissing you slower, more deliberately. His lips are warm and smug, and when he pulls back, his voice softens. You sigh, smiling despite groaning yet again. “One day I will catch you off guard.”

He winks. “I look forward to it.”

Vision

Style:  Vision is forever expanding his knowledge. And you are his favorite topic. That was cheesy, but it’s true.  His lips meet yours with a soft, mechanical precision, but there's a depth of emotion behind it that's undeniable. The first time you kissed, he asked softly if he was doing it right. He holds you like you’re something fragile and priceless. Over time, he starts to explore more, almost cocky—pulling you closer, experimenting with pressure and rhythm.

I almost imagine having a rogue-like power and if you touch someone, you drain their life. When AOU happens, you learn you can’t affect synthetics and naturally grow closer to Vision as a result. 

His body is always cool against yours, his hands gentle but firm as they hold you. He gets almost giddy when you shiver, but you blame it on the cool material rather than his featherlike touch. 

 His tongue explores your mouth with a slow, deliberate pace, each movement calculated to heighten your pleasure. You can feel the hum of his power, the vibration of his body, adding a unique sensation to the kiss. "I exist to protect, to love," he says, his voice a soothing hum. "And with you, I find my purpose."

Freebie: I think he might attempt to dip you or shout “Y/N, I’m home!” After you’ve binged old sitcoms.

The First Lesson 

Vision stands in the center of your living room like he’s unsure what to do. You watch him for a long moment, then approach, sensing the curiosity radiating off him.

“I’ve been studying romantic interactions.” He says, quietly. “There are… patterns. Kissing seems central. Though I find myself unsure where affection ends and performance begins.”

You step closer, heart warm. “It’s not a performance. It's a feeling. Come here.”

With careful steps, he watches you, gaze never faltering. When you reach up and cup his face, his eyes flutter slightly. He leans in when you do, and your lips meet in a firm planted kiss, nothing more than a sure sign of affection. You give one more sure peck to prove a point before watching him over. “See?” You sniff in an attempt to remain unshaken, even though you’d love to go over more advanced techniques. ” It’s nice.” You shrug, even with the neon flush creeping up your neck.

He pulls back just a breath’s width, his voice almost reverent. “I… understand. Not fully. But… I felt something.”

You smile. “That’s a pretty good place to start.”

He blinks. “May I try again?”

You nod eagerly. “As many times as you’d like.”

Bruce Banner

Style:  Bruce kisses like he’s afraid to lose control—because he is. He’s hesitant at first, as if it might wake something inside him. But when he finally gives in, it’s breathtaking. It's slow and savoring, like he’s memorizing the way you feel. His hands stay anchored at your hips or your waist, firm but never too tight. When he pulls back, his eyes linger on your lips.

Bruce's kisses are a careful dance between passion and control, a reflection of his constant struggle between him and the other guy. He’s the type to approach you with a mix of nervousness and excitement. 

I think Bruce is constantly aware of his breathing, keeping the mental reminder to only allow deep, slow breathes in an attempt to keep himself in line. But on rare occasions, he gets so lost in you, he’s chuffing, hands going over every inch of you as he places open mouth kisses to your skin. All you can feel is the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Only after he realises and reals himself back in, turning back into the sheepish, nerdy scientist we all love. Geekish snorts and flushed cheeks, he’ll fix his glasses and offer a ‘thank you’ peck on the cheek. ( He totally does it after sex too)

Freebie: Gentle restraint, deeply affectionate. He loves when you pluck him away from work, insisting on finding a compromise to bring him to bed.

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Green Guy At Bay

Bruce hasn’t looked up from the microscope in over an hour. His brow is furrowed, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lips moving silently as he runs calculations aloud like incantations. You’ve learned to let him be when he gets like this—until he starts forgetting how to be himself.

You’ve been watching him for too long and he still hasn’t realized you in the doorway to his and Tony’s shared lab. You chuff and walk over, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “Bruce.”

Nothing.

So you turn to face him, slowly take his glasses off and set them down, then cup his cheek. He blinks like someone waking from a dream.

“I need five more—” You cut him off with a  kiss.

It starts as a whisper of contact, your lips barely brushing his. But then you feel him exhale into it, like he’s been holding his breath since breakfast. His hands rise hesitantly to your waist, grounding himself. The kiss turns fuller, deeper—not hungry, but heavy with unsaid things. Regret. Exhaustion. Relief.

When it ends, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“…I’m sorry. How long have I kept you waiting?”

“Too long.”

His hands tighten, gently. “Thanks for bringing me back.”

You smile. “Always.”

Tony Stark  Style: Every kiss is charged; teasing and magnetic, sometimes a little messy because he’s grinning halfway through. He uses kissing as punctuation—at the start of a conversation, mid-joke, before walking out the door. But there are rare moments when he goes quiet, kisses you like he means it, no sarcasm, no mask—just Tony. Those are the ones that stay with you the longest. I imagine he would pull you close, his hands resting on your hips with a possessive grip. His lips meet yours with a confident, almost cocky smirk, as if daring you to resist. But as the kiss deepens, that smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine affection and desire. His tongue explores your mouth with a skilled precision, his hands moving to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer.

If you cup his face or run a hand through his hair while kissing him? He’s toast.

He has and will flaunt you if you're comfortable with it. Galas, small parties, family BBQ, it doesn’t matter but everyone needs to know that he was lucky enough to find you. He eats up all the publicity headlines when you first start openly dating. ‘Tony Stark; Genius, Billionaire, Boyfriend?’ He’ll grunt and smirk. “They always forget Philanthropist.” It’s a dirty secret, but he’s kept a clip from every magazine, news header, cute tweet ect.

Beneath it all, there's a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. He pulls back from the most gut wrenching moment with a soft, vulnerable smile on his face. He admits how much he loves you and leans in for another kiss, this time with a tenderness vs. his usual bravado.

Freebie: Playful and passionate by default, raw and vulnerable when it matters most.

When The Iron Man Falls

He didn’t want you to see him like this. You know that immediately from the way he turns his head when you walk into the workshop—like shame is something he can tuck behind an Iron Man helmet.

He’s sitting on the floor, knees up, shaking hands tangled in his hair. You can hear the arc reactor humming too fast in his chest.

You kneel slowly in front of him, not saying anything at first. Just there. Present. After a few seconds, you reach for him—hands on his cheeks—and coax his face toward yours. His eyes are wide, damp, and far away.

“I can’t—” he starts, voice cracking. “It’s too much today, I don’t—I couldn’t breathe—”

You kiss him.

Not to hush him, not to fix it. Just to be with him in the one way that doesn't require words. His lips tremble against yours, but slowly, his hands rise and hold onto you like you’re the last solid thing in the world. The kiss lingers, grounding. You feel him start to breathe again, a little slower each second.

When you pull back, you brush your thumb along his jaw. “I’m with you, Stark.” You bring his head to your chest, letting him feel your warmth and security and you ignore the salty tears and weak attempt at hidden sniffles.

He nods, just barely. “Yeah. I know. You always are.”

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Marvel VS Kissing

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson

Notes: Marvel Headcannons. As always, I've not proofread and let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Steve Rogers – The Gentleman 

Style: Slow, deliberate, and reverent.Steve kisses like every moment with you is precious. He’s the type to pause just before he kisses you, letting that one breath of tension build before he closes the distance. There’s a sense of awe in the way he touches you—his hand often gently cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he’s memorizing every part of you.

Forehead kisses? Constant. He adores them.

He’s not overly possessive in public, but when the moment’s private, he’ll kiss you like it’s the last time before a battle.

Whispered “You okay?” or “I missed you” between kisses. He’s verbal. He wants you to know how he feels.

Freebie: Rain. Slow dancing. Quiet after an argument. He’s all about emotional resonance.

Sweet Love in Jazz Park

They ducked beneath the edge of the old park gazebo, where the string lights swayed gently in the breeze. The crowd was thinning, laughter fading under umbrellas and retreating footsteps, but Steve didn’t want to leave—not yet.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones caught off guard.” You said, wringing the fresh water droplets from your hair, your eyes never leaving Steve’s.

He smiled softly, wiping a drop from his nose. “Yeah, but I’m glad I’m with you.” The words felt like an unexpected gift, as if they were both testing the edges of something new. His voice, low and honest, felt steady and sure.

A few seconds passed, the rain still pouring down in sheets around you both, but it didn’t matter anymore. The world had narrowed to just this—a small, quiet space where you don’t need words to feel everything that needed to be said.

Steve stepped closer, one hand gently brushing your cheek, his thumb catching a stray raindrop, and without hesitation, he leaned in.

It wasn’t a kiss born from fireworks or passion—it was softer than that. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of beginnings, of the small moments that create something bigger. A kiss of trust, of vulnerability, of something still unfolding.

Bucky Barnes – The Desperate Softness

Style: Raw, emotional, and grounding.Bucky’s kisses feel like they’re pulling him back into the present. He kisses you to remind himself he’s alive, that he’s loved, and that he’s safe. He can go from slow and soft to desperate and needy in a heartbeat, especially when he’s scared of losing you.

Often buries his hands in your hair, pulling you in like he’s afraid to let go.

Prefers private moments—he’s uncomfortable with too many eyes, but behind closed doors, he’s endlessly affectionate.

Loves quiet, close kisses where your foreheads rest together after. He breathes with you.

Freebie: Kissing your knuckles or the back of your hand when words won’t come.

I’m Done Holding Back

Bucky had been quiet in your shared room when you had asked if he was alright. He insisted he wasn’t but it was okay, that he had you and that he was just thinking, which was never fully a good thing when he was left to simmer too long by himself. You let him rant, only offering silent encouragement.

“I want to show you something, though. Something that’s mine. That’s ours.”

He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you with a purposeful stride. You didn’t back away, didn’t hesitate. Instead, meet him halfway, your breath hitching as your bodies were just inches apart.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, then reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek gently, almost as if testing the sensation of having control of this moment—having control over himself. His eyes searched for any trace of doubt, but there was nothing. Only love. Only trust.

And then, without another word, he kisses you.

It wasn’t a tentative, unsure action. It wasn’t a soft or gentle press of the lips. It was a kiss of desperation—the kind of kiss you give when you need to remind yourself of your own humanity, when you need to prove that you are alive.

Thor Odinson – The Gentle Storm

Style: Passionate, dramatic, and joyful.Thor is an all-consuming romantic. He kisses like he loves—with the force of thunder and the warmth of sunlight. There’s no holding back. Every kiss feels like he’s celebrating life, like you’re the most important moment in the universe right now.

Likes to dip you without warning.

Palm cradling your face, leaning in with eyes sparkling, then brushing your lips like it’s a ritual.

Loud laughter after kisses. “By the Norns, you’re magnificent.”

Freebie: He kisses your forehead and nose when he’s being playful, but crashes into your mouth when he’s serious.

Let Me Worship You

The fire crackles low. Outside, rain falls in sheets. Inside, Thor kneels behind you on the fur-draped floor, brushing your hair away from your neck with the gentleness of a poet.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

He presses a kiss just below your ear, slow and reverent. Then another, lower. His breath is warm, his touch even warmer. You tilt your head slightly, giving him permission.

He murmurs something in Old Norse against your skin—his voice like velvet and thunder.

You twist to face him, and when your eyes meet, he looks almost shy for a second. Then his lips find yours—deep, slow, sacred. Like you’re the treasure at the heart of Asgard. Like kissing you might bring back the stars.

“I have seen a thousand galaxies.” He says softly, lips brushing yours again. “None are more radiant than you.”

Peter Parker – The Tender Enthusiast

Style: Sweet, nervous, and always 100% invested.Peter kisses like each time is a gift—and he doesn’t want to waste a single second of it. He’s so in love it radiates off him. Early on, he overthinks everything (Where do my hands go? Am I too much?), but once he’s comfortable with you, he’s golden.

Can’t help but smile during kisses. His lips twitch mid-kiss. He’s hopeless.

Loves quick, constant pecks throughout the day: cheek, temple, top of your head—he’s a hummingbird of affection.

But when he’s serious? He’s surprisingly good at slow, deep kisses, with hands on your waist and a whispered “You’re everything.”

Freebie: He apologizes after first kisses. “Sorry if that was—uh, I mean, was it good? You’re amazing. Can we—can I do it again?”

Unexpectedly Bold, Unshakably Confident

You’re rambling. Peter’s watching you with this half-lidded smile—quiet, focused, and something else. Something... new.

“You’re staring.” You say, finally catching it.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. I am.”

You blink. “What?”

“You look really good when you ramble.” He says, standing from his chair. He walks toward you slowly, a subtle swagger in his step. “And I’m kinda done pretending I don’t want to kiss you every time you do.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already there—his hands at your hips, his mouth finding yours with certainty and heat. It’s not sloppy or shy—it’s deliberate. Practiced. Grown.

When he pulls back, you’re breathless. “Where the hell did that come from?”

His lips pull to form a sly smirk. Offering a wink to you before going back for more. (He’s been watching youtube tutorials.)

Sam Wilson – The Steady Flame

Style: Smooth, slow, and deeply reassuring.Sam kisses with intention. He’s confident, relaxed, and knows exactly how to read your energy. Every kiss from him says “You’re home.” He’s present in every moment, and he makes you feel like the most grounded, loved person in the world.

He makes eye contact first. That lingering, soul-seeing kind.

His kisses are full of warmth and pressure, but always gentle. He doesn’t rush.

Will lean in and kiss you mid-sentence if you’re rambling or worried. Just to calm you.

Freebie: Pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring, “You’re doing great” when you doubt yourself.

I’m Not Letting You Walk Away

You’re halfway to the door, shoes on, jaw clenched. The argument was low-key but heavy, and you need air.

Sam moves before you can turn the handle.

He grabs your wrist—not hard, but firm. You turn, about to snap, but he steps into your space. No words. Just presence.

Then he kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not casual. It’s him saying everything he couldn’t get out in the heat of the moment. His lips are demanding, his grip strong as his mouth claims yours like he’s trying to erase the distance between you. You kiss back, surprised, breath catching in your throat.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath shallow.

“I don’t care if we fight. I don’t care if we’re mad. But you don’t walk away. Not from me. Not from this.”

You nod, dazed. He kisses you again—softer this time—but it’s still fire under the surface.

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I always forget that you can just insert yourself with your favorites. This is ‘The Amber-Spider’ Don’t mind the poor quality.

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Batfam VS Kisses

Fandom: DC, Batman

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damien Wayne

Notes: Head Cannons of Batfam, Damien is aged up, this was not proofread. Let me know if there's any feedback! <3

- Bruce Wayne -

Summary: Would prefer slow, deliberate, and meaningful—always thoughtful and intense.

The Safety Blanket

It’s like being wrapped up in a security blanket—reassuring, protective, and deeply comforting. His kisses would be tender, and though he might not shower you with affection all the time, when he does, you’d feel his emotional weight behind it, like a silent promise that he’s always going to be there. He wouldn’t rush it; he’d take his time, making sure you feel safe and cared for, as if his kiss is his way of holding you close without words.

Bruce’s kisses would be slow and deliberate, often reflecting his need for control and precision. He’s a man who holds a lot of emotional baggage, and it’s a way of showing that he cares, even if it’s not always loud or obvious. They’re deeply meaningful. When he kisses you, he’s letting down his guard for a moment, showing you that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable.

Bruce appreciates deep, lingering kisses—those that last long enough to convey feelings without needing to say a word. He would enjoy soft, slow kisses that build up gradually. He might be the kind of person who kisses you on the forehead to reassure you, or presses a gentle kiss on your lips after a tense situation, offering a wordless moment of comfort.

In the rare quiet moment that Bruce has in between patrolling Gotham, when he comes home in the early hours of the morning is when he is most at peace. When you're in bed, tucked safely in the manor, he’ll de-suit, take a shower, and attempt to quietly join you, pressing his lips to your forehead and taking the silence as he can finally let the tension from his body leave.

- Dick Grayson -

Summary: Would be all about spontaneous, playful, and affectionate kisses—lighthearted but also capable of being deeply romantic when he wants to be.

The Goofy Lover

I can totally see Dick pulling some ridiculous stunt in the middle of a kiss just to make you laugh. He’d likely rile you up, look deep into your eyes, caress you gently, and while you prepare for the most romantic moment of your life– he’d lick the side of your face like a golden retriever while you’re whining and swatting his arm,  just to see how you react. He’d love the balance of sweet, deep kisses and the fun, carefree moments. For him, being able to make you laugh in the middle of an intimate moment is probably one of the best ways to show you that he’s truly comfortable with you. 

Dick’s kisses are playful, warm, and full of affection. He’s the kind of person who would kiss you out of nowhere, just because the moment feels right. They might be fast and spontaneous or slow and tender depending on the mood. His enthusiasm would shine through, and he wouldn’t hesitate to be affectionate in public or private. Expect a lot of quick pecks, sweet butterfly kisses.

Dick loves kissing you with his entire being. He might be the type to sneak in playful pecks on your cheek, forehead, or even your nose—anything to make you smile. However, when it comes to kissing on the lips, he likes those to be passionate and full of desire. He enjoys making the moment feel lighthearted but is also totally capable of being serious when needed. He might kiss you just to brighten your day, or linger in something deeper when he’s feeling more connected and romantic.

Dick would be the first to initiate kisses, whether it’s quick before leaving for patrol or drawn-out during a reunion at home. His kisses would be filled with affection, and he would constantly find ways to be physically close to you. If you're ever feeling down or insecure, you can expect him to shower you in a way that's reassuring and makes you feel loved.

- Jason Todd -

Summary: Would go for an intense, passionate kiss that will convey his deep emotions—fiery and urgent, but sometimes gentle when he's feeling vulnerable.

Soft and Passionate Love

He’d definitely be the type to give you passionate, fiery kisses, but there’s a depth to them. He wants to make you feel loved and cherished, but also like you’re his, and he’s proud to have you. It’s like there’s always this quiet, steady strength in him, even in the softest moments. He’d hold you close while kissing you, like he's grounding you in his arms, showing his affection without being overly expressive. And if you initiate first, he’d melt at being the one receiving that comfort and care.

Jason is intense and passionate, nothing about that changes when he’s kissing you. Fueled by the emotional depth he carries with him. He’s someone who’s been through a lot, and being able to find an outlet that doesn’t kill anyone is rare. So when he discovers that he can  express the complex emotions he often keeps bottled up, he takes advantage. His kisses would feel almost urgent, full of raw emotion—whether it's frustration, love, or need. When Jason kisses you, it's with his entire being. Teeth will clash, fingers will dig into your skin and leave a heated trail whenever his lips are on yours.

Though he can also enjoy soft, tender kisses when he feels particularly vulnerable. He’s probably the type to kiss you fiercely when he’s had a rough day, or when he's craving some physical connection. He may also have a soft spot for slow, lingering kisses when he's feeling emotionally attached. He loves showing affection but often does so with a bit of a bite, not afraid to make things more intense.

Jason’s kisses are definitely on the more possessive side, not in a controlling way, but more in the sense that he wants to hold you close and keep you for himself, even if just for a moment. He might pull you in when you least expect it, or in moments of deep connection, you’ll find him just staring at you for a moment before leaning in for a kiss that tells you everything he’s feeling without words.

- Tim Drake -

Summary: Would have a soft, gentle, and introspective manner that feels personal and is filled with affection—slow and tender, making sure each kiss counts.

The Nerdy Romantic

Tim would definitely be the type to romanticize the small things. I can totally picture him trying to recreate scenes from romance novels that he’ll highlight or from a movie you’ve made him watch. His kisses would be thoughtful, and he’d probably do research on the best ways to show affection (He definitely has a folder of romance guides and how-to’s). Tim is  full of earnestness, and maybe a little awkwardness. He’s not going to be brash or overly bold, but when he kisses you, you’d know he’s really put thought into it. 

He would be the type to kiss you in moments where he feels safe to open up emotionally, but he wouldn't always be the most forward about it. His kisses are slow and full of affection, and he takes his time to make sure you’re comfortable. A Tim Drake kiss would feel like someone paying attention to the details, savoring each moment, and ensuring that the kiss is meaningful.

Tim likes a kiss that is gentle and intimate. I think he’d savor drawing out a kiss that leaves both of you feeling completely relaxed and in tune with each other. He probably loves forehead kisses. While he’s busy at his desk, after all else fails and he can’t part himself with work, a simple forehead kiss and a sweet whisper asking him to come to bed will have him caving and tucked away before you can blink.

He might be hesitant in the beginning, but as the relationship progresses, you’ll find that his kisses are not only tender but filled with genuine love. Being able to take a break from his usual fast pace and live in the moment with the person he loves will instantly make his day 10x better.  He’s very much the patient type, so he’d savor those slow, meaningful moments, particularly when there’s a lot of emotional weight behind them.

- Damian Wayne -

Summary: Would lean into possessive, intense kisses. He’s not one for subtlety, and every kiss is a declaration for dominance.

Mission-Driven

Damien would absolutely treat kissing like a challenge, trying to be the best at it and totally missing the fact that sometimes, kissing is about playfulness and fun. He’d be the kind of person who wants to kiss with the intensity of a warrior—strategic, precise, and maybe a little too focused on technique. You’d probably have to guide him, slowing him down and showing him that kissing doesn’t always need to be an “operation” to be perfect. He might find himself caught up in trying to master the moment and not realizing that, in kissing, sometimes the best thing to do is just be in the moment and let loose. But once he catches on? He’d become more confident in those soft, sweet kisses that let him relax and enjoy the closeness.

 Damian might come off as reserved, but his kisses would be intense and possessive once he allows himself to feel such vulnerabilities. He’s a bit prideful and might initially be uncomfortable with the idea of kissing as an emotional act, but once he’s fully invested in someone, they would be full of passion and need. He tends to be the type to take charge, drawing you in with a sense of determination.

 Damian enjoys kisses that feel controlled by passion. He’s not one for casual affection, and every kiss he gives is intentional. He’d probably like deep, meaningful instances that show his partner that he truly cares for them, but he won’t hesitate to give you a kiss that’s full of heat and desire when he’s feeling possessive or protective. He may not be the best at showing affection in front of others, but when you’re alone, they would speak volumes.

Damian might be a little reluctant to initiate kissing, but once he does, he’s all in. His kisses would feel like he’s claiming you in a way, as if to show you that you’re his without needing to say it. He could be a bit demanding in his kisses, but in a way that reflects his intense care and devotion. Despite his pride, he’d give in to tenderness when necessary, especially if he’s feeling emotionally vulnerable or if he feels you need comfort.

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The Boardwalk|| Jason Todd x fem!reader

Fandom: DC, Batman

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader 

Words: 1853 ( good year)

Notes: Jason Todd is easily my favorite batfam kid. This is probably out of character.

Warnings: Language, minimal violence, none others known.

Summary: Y/N and Jason make a good team.

The warehouse sat like a decayed animal at the edge of Gotham’s East End — gutted windows, rusted beams, and a crooked sign that was missing several letters, now only reading “E..i.t. Im.or.s.” No one came here unless they were desperate, or they had business with her.

The Red Hood happened to be both.

Jason Todd stepped out of the shadows, his boots silent on the concrete floor. The warehouse smelled faintly of dust, motor oil, and something sweet — vanilla, maybe. It always smelled like her, even when she wasn’t there.

She was, though. Of course she was.

Y/N sat near a table stacked with files and USB drives, several small monitors, and various equipment. Her posture was coiled like she was about to melt into the back of her chair. But Jason knew better. Beneath the quiet exterior and nervy glances was a mind like a scalpel — sharp, clean, and willing to cut if she had to.

“You’re late.” She said without looking up.

Jason’s helmet tilted with mock offense. “You’re gonna help me.” Only offering a small scoff and a direct command rather than a ‘Hi, how are ya? Please help me, I’m struggling. :(’

Y/N finally turned, her eyes warm with amusement but her lips struggling to keep from smiling. “This is my place of business, you’re just gonna demand my assistance?”

He walked towards her slowly, movements full of purpose. The feared Red Hood — kevlar plates gleaming in the dim warehouse light, holsters snug, twin pistols holstered at his sides — a predator to anyone and everyone.

But here? With her?

“That's why you're dating me then, right?” He asked, voice lower now, the edge of the helmet giving it that filtered edge. “Because I’m a walking red flag with a tight schedule?”

Y/N’s lips curved slowly and with a glint in her eyes, she watched him. “You’re more of a walking caution sign with very little communication skills.”

Jason chuckled and pulled off his helmet. His hair was a tousled mess, and there was a new cut above his eyebrow, already crusted with dried blood. Y/N’s eyes lingered there, concern flickering like a match behind her reserved stare.

She didn’t reach for him — not yet — but Jason knew that look. She would, once the conversation veered away from business.

“Tell me you’ve got something good.” He said, leaning against the edge of her desk, eyes scanning the scattered information. “I need a location on Dalcanetti’s new stash. He's running weapons through Gotham Heights, and intel says someone big is funding him.”

Y/N nodded once. “I heard. Word is he’s not acting alone anymore — he’s linked up with a couple familiar figures. You’re not just dealing with stolen hardware now, Jay. You’re stepping into multinational territory. Bloodier hands. Bigger guns, you know how that goes.” She rolls her eyes and waves her hand as she explains.

Jason's jaw tightened. “All the more reason to stop them now.”

She handed him a drive, her fingers brushing his glove. For a moment, their eyes locked. Y/N quickly looks away and toward a nearby screen of Gotham Harbor.

“I mapped their recent shipments. You’ll want to hit the docks early tomorrow night. But—” her voice dropped, “—you’re going to need backup.”

Jason’s brow rose. “Don’t tell me you’re pushin Damian again.”

Y/N finally smiled — that rare, glowing thing he never got tired of coaxing out. “He’s brutal and efficient. He looks up to you. Also, he listens to me. Mostly.”

Jason snorted. “He listens to you because you bring him cookies and tell him stories about Victorian assassins.”

“He listens to me.” She said simply, with a hint of pride.

Jason leaned in closer, a teasing warmth radiating from him as he took in her profile, a hint of blue from the computer‘s glow. 

Y/N looks up at him through her lashes. “Jealous?”

“Terrified.” Jason cringed at the thought. “He’s like a ten-pound gremlin with a katana and a superiority complex.”

They laughed — softly, like the sound wasn’t allowed to echo too loudly in a place like this.

Then Y/N stood to match his posture, bringing her thumb to graze the cut on Jason’s forehead, collecting a small crimson droplet.

“It’s bleeding again.” She murmured.

“And you’re worrying again,” he replied, catching her hand gently. He turned her palm over, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “It’s just a scratch. I’ll heal.”

Y/N studied him, quiet as always, like she was looking for signs of the boy underneath the mask. The one who’d once come back from the grave, heart stitched together with rage and purpose.

“You always say that.” She whispered.

He tilted her chin up, eyes soft now. “I always do. I’m like Frankenstein if he was cool.” Jason winks to Y/N, attempting to lighten the mood.

The warehouse was silent again, save for the distant hum of traffic far beyond its rusted doors.

Jason brings her close to him. Armor and all, as she melted against his torso, easily morphing into his arms. 

“I’ll come back.” He said again, stubbornly into her hairline, pecking her temple in reassurance.

Y/N nodded into his chest. “And I’ll be waiting. With more files. And maybe cookies.”

Jason grinned. “Your moral compass is shady, your files are illegal, and I’m pretty sure your cookies are made of sin.”

“And yet you love them.” She mumbled.

“I love you,” he corrected. “, the cookies are just a bonus.”

Both of them turn as an alert pierces the otherwise quiet lot, echoing off the unsound building. A brief shared look has them both sighing before parting ways, this mission was about to happen a lot sooner.

The metal door of the warehouse slammed shut behind him, the echo fading into the bones of the building like a warning. Jason was gone, melting into the city like smoke and gunmetal, one step ahead of the storm.

Y/N sat still for a beat, watching the door long after he’d vanished. Then she turned back to her terminal.

“Alright, big guy,” she muttered under her breath, slipping on her headset and pulling up the dockyard surveillance grid. “Let’s get you eyes.”

With a few keystrokes, she accessed the city’s grid, patching into traffic cams, infrared scans, and satellite pings above Gotham’s Port District. A blinking red marker lit up Slip 12B. The shipment was still there — for now.

She opened her comms taking a deep breath as she calculated the roundup.“Red Hood, you’ve got three armed sentries on the west side of the warehouse. Fourth’s patrolling near the cargo crates. No visible snipers, but I’m guessing there’s a backup crew on standby.”

Jason’s voice crackled through; distorted slightly behind the modulator, but otherwise calm. “Copy that. Quiet entry. Low and fast.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked to her second screen — a secure Batline. She hesitated for a second before wildly tapping into a private frequency. She groans at the initial wait, nerves blistering at the tension. “Oracle, come in. I need to contact Batman.”

There was a pause, then a familiar female voice came through. “He’s on patrol. What’s going on?”

“It’s bigger than we thought. The shipment’s moving tonight, earlier than expected. Red Hood is on-site. But this isn’t just Arkovic muscle. It’s… layered. The funding routes — I tracked one of them through shell corporations. There’s a link to Sionis.”

Barbara’s voice sharpened. “Black Mask?”

“I need backup at the docks. Quickly.”

“I’ll alert Bruce.”

Y/N leaned closer to the monitor. On-screen, Jason was already inside the perimeter, moving like a shadow between stacks of rusted shipping containers, guns drawn but silent. Efficient, deadly and so alone.

Suddenly, another alert popped on her screen — a new signal from the port’s automated freight system. Her fingers flew across the keys. “No,” she muttered. “No no no—” The manifest had changed. The shipment wasn’t just being guarded. It was being moved.

“Red Hood, change of plans.” She said, voice low but urgent. “They’re rerouting the cargo. It’s being loaded onto a private vessel. Slip 17. They’re moving fast.”

“How fast?”

“Fast.” She winced.

“I’m on it.”

She heard the shift in his voice — that switch from focused to furious. It was the tone he used when someone tried to outplay him.

As Jason moved, Y/N’s monitors lit up — tracking his heat signature as he darted between cover, closed the gap, and took out the guards with silent, brutal precision. The footage was grainy, but she could tell: his movements were sharper than usual. More desperate.

He wasn’t just fighting to stop a deal now.

Another terminal pinged. She turned to it and read the new patches from the company shipping the crate.

She froze.

The account numbers weren’t Arkovic’s like she had thought. It was listed under Janus Holdings. Also known as Black Mask’s personal financial shell. “Oh shit,” she whispered. “He’s not just funding this. He’s running it.” Her heart pounded. Her hands moved faster. She transmitted the new intel to Jason and Oracle, eyes scanning for every scrap of detail.

Then the screens blurred as everything shifted — violence breaking out through her feed, Jason engaged, red streaks of muzzle flash lighting up the cameras.

And then —

Silence.

It was hours later when the door of their apartment clicked open.

Y/N was already on the rickety couch, curled in one of Jason’s hoodies, surrounded by open files and a half-drunk mug of tea. She looked up the moment she heard the boots hit the hardwood.

Jason stepped in slowly — no helmet, bloodied knuckles, a tear along his armored shoulder, and exhaustion clear in his eyes.

She stood immediately.

Neither of them said anything at first.

He crossed the room, dropped his weapons by the table, and pulled her into his arms. No longer clad in armor — just Jason, flesh and blood and breath, holding on like the world might fall if he didn’t.

Y/N buried her face into his chest.

“I..” She mumbled. “I thought—”

“I know,” he said softly, fingers sliding into her hair. “I’m sorry.”

They stood there in silence — warm, tangled, alive.

Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look up at him. “You were right.”

“About what?”

“ He’s using Arkovic as a puppet.”

Jason’s eyes darkened, jaw tightening. “Then we go deeper. We cut off every limb until he shows himself.”

Y/N nodded. “I’ve started tracing Janus. I already flagged two of the holding accounts.”

Jason leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. “You don’t sleep enough.”

“You don’t duck fast enough.”

He huffed a tired laugh.

They stood like that for a long time — wrapped in city heat and fatigue and the kind of silence that doesn’t need to be filled.

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Drabble #6

The Good Ol Days

Steve's life felt like a series of fractured moments, disconnected memories of a time long gone. And the worst part was, it felt like his best friends—his family—were just as broken, just as lost.

Bucky sat at the table, his posture slumped, eyes fixed on his hands. It wasn’t that he didn’t hear the conversation around him. It was that he didn’t care enough to participate. It had been like this for weeks. Ever since he brought Bucky back to the tower, he had become more distant, his past hanging like a cloud he couldn’t outrun.

Steve stood at the kitchen counter, pouring coffee into a mug, his jaw clenched. He had tried everything—talking, offering support, giving Bucky space—but nothing was working. Bucky was slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing Steve could do to stop it. The tension in the tower was helping no one, no matter how much Steve tried defending him against the other Avengers.

Y/N, their fiery little agent from Brooklyn, was the only one who still had the energy to fight. She was always trying to make them laugh, always trying to keep things light. But Steve could see the cracks. The way she held herself a little too tightly, the way she sometimes looked like she was about to break.

Note: I would really love to make this a full fic/ maybe even a series? It's very much giving tumblr avengers tower fic circa 2014 but let me know your thoughts!

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It'd be so totally cool if someone could request something. I'm feeling so inspired as of late. My inbox is always open :)

150 Random Writing Prompts

There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“He’s dead, again.”

“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

“Let me do this, please.”

you’re not as funny as you think you are

i’m just getting comfy

just because you can doesn’t mean you should

how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

thank you for being in my life

text me when you’re home

you are such a nerd

why are you so cold?

stop laughing at me

you were put on this earth to give me a headache

you’re ticklish

can we go home yet?

you are a terrible influence

one of us is clearly smarter than the other

you need some sleep

how have you survived this long by yourself?

are you just quoting song lyrics?

i’m only here for the dog

sleep is for the weak

that was you?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What? I have never-”

“I do not have an answer for you.”

“In my defense, I really wanted to.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“What did you do this time?”

“How do we get out?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just marry me already.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving…I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Be my Valentine?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“ i can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“here’s my hotel room number.”

“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”

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Drabble #5

Walk and Talk  

Promts: #120 “Take my jacket, it’s cold” and #11 “Just once.”

Y/N wasn’t thrilled at first when she’d been tasked with reintroducing the man frozen in time to a new generation. The heated discussion she had with Fury about ‘babysitting' a man who’s older than she is was fresh in her head as they both walked down the busy New York street. She wanted to work her normal missions and push herself like she always had. However, it wasn’t very long that the more she and Steve spent time together, it didn't seem so bad.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold,” he said before he could second-guess himself.

Y/N blinked in surprise, but then her smile softened. “I’ll be fine,” she said, shaking her head. But before she could protest further, Steve had already taken the jacket off and handed it to her, his expression soft but insistent.

“ Take it,” he insisted, his voice firm but gentle. “I don’t mind.”

Y/N looked at him, a mix of appreciation and amusement in her eyes. She took the jacket, slipping it over her shoulders. It was large on her, but it looked right. Steve felt a surge of warmth at the sight, and it wasn’t just from giving up his jacket.

“I appreciate it, Steve.” She said, her tone softening. It likely wasn’t easy for someone who spent so long under ice to have to deal with the cold city air. “You don’t have to, you know.”

He shrugged, trying to keep his composure even if his face was still flushed. “I want to.”

There was a pause, an awkward silence that stretched just a bit too long before Y/N broke it with a teasing smile. “Look at you, being all chivalrous.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up, but he couldn’t help but smile back at her. “I’m just trying to be a good guy.”

She glanced down to his jacket and then back up at him. “You’re doing fine so far.”

They stood there for a few more minutes, both caught in the serenity of the moment. Steve’s mind raced with the things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. How could he? It wasn’t just admiration—he felt something deeper for her, something that had been growing since the first time they met.

Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her voice quieter this time. “I’ve never been good at this,” she said, motioning between them. “At, you know, letting people in.”

Steve looked at her curiously. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes flicking to the ground. “I’m good at staying focused. But every time you look at me like that, I can’t help but wonder…”

“Wonder what?” Steve asked, his heart rate picking up.

She looked at him then, her gaze searching his face. “Just once, I want to not keep everything to myself. I want to not be so serious all the time. But I just don’t know how.”

Steve’s chest tightened as he processed her words. “You don’t have to be like that with me,” he said softly yet firm, stepping a little closer. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

There was a long moment of silence between them. Then, Y/N smiled again, a small, genuine smile that made Steve’s heart race.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “Maybe one day, I could believe you.”

Steve looked down at her, feeling something shift between them at that moment. Maybe she wasn’t ready yet, but he was willing to wait. “I’ll be patient,” he said, the words coming out easier than he expected them to. “I’m good at that.”

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing up at him with a touch of something more in her eyes now. “Yeah,” she said, her voice teasing but warm. “I know you are.”

And for the first time in a long while, Steve felt a spark of hope, a quiet optimism that perhaps he wasn’t as out of time as he thought. Perhaps, for once, he was exactly where he needed to be.

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Chocolate Cigarettes || Remus Lupin x Reader

Fandom:  Marauders era, Harry Potter

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word Count: 901

Notes: First fic posted! Please lemme know thoughts and feedback if you’d like. <3 

Warnings: Smoking, light touches/kisses, none others known.

Summary:  A quiet moment between Remus and his love.

It wasn’t often that Y/N got distracted.  Okay fine, that was completely untrue. But the culprit more often than not, was Remus Lupin himself. Especially while his lanky form was sprawled on his bed, head lolled to the side, lazily touching a cigarette to his lips before his chest grew as he inhaled the sharp smoke. She was perched onto his lap, his free hand kneading Y/N’s hip, nearly covering it in entirety as it kept her firmly overtop him. They hadn’t spoken in a decent moment, though she supposes they didn’t have to.  It wasn’t uncommon for Remus to get moody on a good week, let alone one that brought a full moon. Y/N simply settled for watching her boyfriend with unashamed adoration. 

“ Thinking of Wonderland?” The Welsh tinge on his tongue, paired with sarcasm, however sweet, was dripping from his tone, successfully snapping her from her wandering thoughts. Remus’ hazel eyes pierce through Y/N as he watches her. A cheesy grin pulls at his lips, unable to hide the amusement at his girlfriend. 

“I can’t believe you’ve done that.” Y/N chokes out, swiping the contaminated air away from her so she can regain herself. “ And no.” She weakly defends herself. Y/N adjusts in his lap, legs remaining on either side of Remus. The thick comforter was soft against her from years wear. She keeps one hand flush to his chest for support, the other going to Remus’ messy bed head, the sandy brown locks tangling in her fingers when she gives a mocking tug. “I was thinking of you, ya know.” she scoffs when he rolls his eyes.

“ Are you terrified yet?” He retorts, words slurring as he deflects against the comment. His gaze falls briefly as he flicks the ash off the cig and drops the butt into a poorly handmade ashtray; a gift from Y/N from last summer.

Another sharp tug from his hair has Remus hissing, causing a daring look to cover his features. Bringing his free hand up to her other hip, he squeezes, before traveling further only to play with the hem of the large gold and crimson sweater.

 “ Believe me or dont. But I quite like your grotesque features.” She slowly traces up his neck, following his jaw, her touch fading only momentary as it reached over old scars. She traces over each flaw. Y/N takes a moment to memorize the moment.

“You’re doing it again, yeah?” Remus easily lets her do what she wants. He expects a kiss, dare he thinks, deserves one as she acts like they're in some sacred place together. He waits a moment longer, her eyes like a doe while she holds him so carefully.

“ I won’t kiss you after you smoke, you know that. Even if you always look like you're waiting for a snog.” She taunts him, bumping noses. Even if she does love the residual smell of smoke on old sweaters, or when he leans down to whisper sweet nothings after a drag or two. Y/N briefly parts her lips as she thinks of a witty remark.

Remus grinned, cocky and crooked. “That’s ‘cause I am.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. She tilted up, and their kiss was quiet—brief, breathy, maybe a little off-center. When she pulled back, his lips chased hers like he wasn’t done.

“You taste like smoke.” Y/N murmured.

“You taste like trouble.” His retort was quick. For a moment, it was just them. No marauders, no invasive ghosts or inquisitive classmates.

Remus tilted his head, only slightly, and their lips met yet again. His nose bumped against hers. Smiling at her with heavy eyes as they break apart. Her fingers were still tightly curled around the hairs at the base of his neck. They pulled apart with a breathless laugh, foreheads touching.

“Evil,” she whispered, eyes trailing over him.

“Cheeky.” He murmured back, cheeks warm. But then, he felt it—her heartbeat was steady and warm, so different from the restless rhythm that was always just beneath his skin this close to the full moon. 

Y/N watches the faint moonlight filter through the curtains of his dorm.“Are you nervous?” she asked, her voice soft, barely above a whisper. She knew she was. She always wondered what Remus would think, she knew how his body language would change, temperament definitely did.

He chuckled, the sound deep and low. “I’m always nervous. About the waiting,” Remus said, dropping his hand to tap a finger against her knee, his other still cradling her face. He leaned in, kissing the top of her head. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see. But... I’ll always come back to you.” 

Y/N brought Remus to a tight hug. Resting her cheek to his chest before pressing a soft kiss to the available skin. “ I'll be waiting for you, when you do.” She whispered.

"I know." He murmured, pulling her close, letting the warmth of her embrace drown out the ache of the change that was coming.

Remus was happy with that.

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Drabble #4

Nargles?

Xenophilius was a kind man. However, he believed in Nargles and Crumple-Horned Shortsnacks and other fairy tale creatures which he in turn, told all about to their Y/N. Although she stood still hanging onto every word she quickly noticed her group of boys finally pile in at the Gryffindor table for lunch. The very same, Xenophilius noticed Pandora enter the great hall and the two quickly said their goodbyes with promises of catching up at a later date. “Goodbye Phili! You must go into more detail later! Do tell Pandora I said hello!”

Sirius perks up at her voice, only to scrunch his face with disdain, had she called him Phili? Standing up from his scrunched position and moving his foot off the bench he greets her with wide arms. 

“Hi, Pup!” He smiles happily, wasting no time to wrap his arms around her and pick her up, letting her feet barely gloss over the floor. Taking the liberty to sway her back and forth enthusiastically as he hums in her ear while the other boys make room on the bench for one another. 

She giggles slightly out of breath, cheeks already turning pink as she lets out a chuff. “Hi, boys!” Plopping down on the seat beside James and Remus she reaches a hand over to Peter, tapping his arm and waving from across the table. With a shy wave back and a swift “Hi, Sunny.” Peter wastes no time to gather his lunch, quickly handing some water over to Y/N as she searches haphazardly over the broad surface. She barely has time to say ‘thank you’ before Remus is nudging her arm with his elbow, disturbing her from hoarding the strawberries adjacent to the group.

“So, Dove. Who were you talking to earlier? That blonde bloke?” He raises a curious eyebrow as Sirius sits opposite next to Peter, eagerly awaiting to see what ‘Phili’ had to say that was so enthralling. From his position adjacent to her, he taps his foot to hers under the table and waggles his eyebrows. 

She lightly giggled and tapped his foot back before lighting up at Remus’ words, quickly nibbling the last bite of her fruit and a quick sip of water before excitedly straightening up besides the boys as she remembers her previous conversation. “Have you guys ever heard of Nargles?!” Eyes wide and a tad crazy, the boys glance at one another as she waves her hands going into great detail of the little creatures, something about how they live in mistletoe and having tiny wings and pointed antennae. By the time she’s finished she’s a tad out of breath, smiling with childlike bewilderment and an excitable glean in her eyes as she waits for their response. “Don’t they sound amazing? If only I knew how to catch one…” Finishing her thoughts she looks back up to the boys, a curious almost distant look finding home on her face. 

“Pup? What just came out of your mouth?” Sirius says earnestly, not knowing if she was pulling one of her own little ‘jokes’ on them or simply believed everything that blonde chap had told her. Either way, she certainly had a way of explaining.

James even looked down at her from staring at Lily, his focus only popping in and out making him even more confused when no one was saying anything. “Y/N, I don’t think those are real.” He says unconvinced although he backtracks upon noticing her smile falling, “I mean, maybe we just haven’t learned about them yet? I’ve certainly never heard of anything remotely close to a Nurgle?”

She ‘tsks’, making a stray grape flick to his shoulder to correct him, “No James, a Nargle, it’s called a Nargle!” She exclaims exasperatedly. Y/N turns to Remus, targeting the young werewolf. “Do you think they’re real Mooney?” 

“I don’t see why not Dove. Many people don’t believe in ghosts, least of all a werewolf, anything is possible these days. Who’s to say a —“ he takes a moment to meet her eyes before continuing, “a Nargle isn't to be hiding in all your holiday shrubs.” He keeps staring at her before slowly reaching for a strawberry from her bowl as a distraction as he meets James' eyes, both boys sharing pure confusion.

“Yeah, who’s to say when those pesky Nargles won’t strike!” James quickly flings around the edge of the table, one arm sliding around her waist the other gripping across her shoulder and she squeals pushing away from him as he squeezes her playfully, quickly laughing at the joke though her heart rate is through the roof. The other boys break into laughter instantly, Remus throwing a victory strawberry in his mouth while she sends a very threatening glare his way. 

“You lot are going to send me to an early grave.” She groans still in James’ grasp. Slugging against her dear friend (no pun intended) Y/N slings her feet over Remus’ lap and he instantly brings his hand to support her calves, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb on her tensed muscle through the thick uniform fabrics.Sirius sits across the table watching his three friends chuckling at one another but he can’t help but think that he doesn’t want Y/N talking to that weirdo again, not wishing him to spill her tales of nonsense. She’s far too impressionable. As much as he’ll support her and encourage her own theories, he knows for a fact that those knock off imps don’t exist in the slightest. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be the one to fill her head with thoughts that made her so excited she nearly combusted.

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Drabble #3

Snivellus

Whenever Y/N found herself in need of a companion when her boys were busy, she often mingled with the young Slytherin, Regulus. However, when he too was busy, she found solace with Severus instead. She also needed help with potions.

“Do you understand why we must write twenty inches of dittany and all its uses?” She asked Severus, dragging out the sentence as she stretched across the library chairs across from the boy.

“Perhaps if you paid attention and stopped complaining it would go by quicker… ignoring the fact, I'd be impressed if you could write less than five inches, let alone twenty.” He looked from above his book, sending a sly smile to the frustrated Hufflepuff. Only earning another grunt he watched her slunched figure snap upright in her seat, semi-normal for the time being. 

“Hey, Sev?” Y/N leans forward after a moment of silence, fixing her robes so she wouldn’t get caught on something and fall as she shimmied further up the table. “What do you plan on writing about for the paper?” Another beat of quiet passes and she tries again, nudging his book to get his attention. “Sev?”

“I’m not helping you. You do know that right?” Raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of him, she dramatically groans back to her seat with a hand on her heart. “Merlin, Severus, I was making mere conversation. Surely, your old friend could offer more than classwork help.”

Severus' lips quirk up as he slowly pushes one of his books towards her. “I’m not falling for it. However,” he pauses, “ if you were to start somewhere, might I suggest this book?” A sense of pride washes over him as he watches her face light up before she squeals and rapidly flicks to the table of contents. 

“Oh thank you! I knew I could count on you Sev!” She looks up a final time before actually beginning to work, hoping he’ll know how grateful she was before his face falls to a look of annoyance. Just as she’s about to turn around confused, an arm wraps around her shoulders as a familiar sweaty Gryffindor plants a large smack of a kiss on her cheek. Winking at Severus’ distasteful expression at the ludicrous display, he dabs the corner of his mouth with his thumb for added effect.

“Hiya, Pup. How’ve you been?” Sirius greets, smirking at her excitement when she realizes who’s got her. She quickly half turns to hug him back as best she can, moving to peck his cheek in return, slightly pulling away with a joyful grin.

“Sirius! We’re good! Severus and I were just working on potions. An awfully stretched out paper on dittany. I’ve yet to master the complexity of such a plant on my own, huh Sev?” She sends Severus an encouraging smile, in a weak attempt to include him in conversation. He doesn’t say anything, knowing it wouldn’t change his opinion on the matter. 

Sirius places a comforting squeeze on Y/N's shoulder before speaking low next to her ear, almost chiding as he couldn’t help but show off in front of the slytherin boy. “Have you now Love? It'll come to ya.” He can’t help but be thrilled as she falls right for him, only proving his influence.

“How was practice?” She gushes, brushing the wet hair off his face, still looking at him like he’s some hero. 

He straightens out his quidditch uniform before giving a quick run down of the past two hours. Leaning his hand next to the book Severus lent her. “Jamie’s gone and broke his foot so he’s on rest for a couple days while everything works its magic.” He adds nonchalant, wriggling his fingers towards her for extra effect as he knows that will get her attention. The quicker he grabs her interest the quicker they can get out of the library and leave Snivellus alone. 

“Why didn’t you lead with that Sirius?! Oh Helga, I hope he’s alright, how is he faring? We need to go see him, right now.” Instantly set into a fret, Y/N begins to sit up and looks towards Severus with sad eyes. “Sev, would it be alright to cut today short? I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up later I promise.” 

Unimpressed with the other raven haired boy, he simply looks from the frazzled girl to the man in question, who’s twirling one of her soft strands of hair while he waits for her to clean up. He wonders how she remains so credulous to all them, if he recalls correctly the past three times they've studied someone’s gotten themself into an emergency. She begins to return his book when he holds up a hand, “Keep it.” He mutters while he begins to stand up as well, already making his way out of the library nook “You’ll need it.” 

“Thank you Sev, goodbye!” Y/N shouts. She reaches out to wave as he gives her a sarcastic smile while quickening his pace. Only letting a hint of a true smile show when he hears the girl reprimand Sirius almost instantly.

“Yes, bye-bye now Snivy!” Sirius fakes a nasally voice before he bends forward to laugh, making Y/N flick his chest and causing him recoil. “Hey, ow!”

“Don’t tease, Sirius!” She scolds him as he takes her bag out of her grasp and begins walking away from her only to laugh when he looks back as she begins to jog to catch up to his strides. “Let’s go find James, Pup.” With a final smirk he guides her by her shoulders and she wraps a single arm around his waist as they head to the boys' dorm.

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Drabble #2

Dumb Bunny

Remus looked up skeptically from his corner on the couch as his best friends waltzed across the floor, the aura automatically brightening, “What are you two quacks up to?” The thickness of his welsh accent always comes out in a jumbled mess of endearment around her. The two only side eyed each other as they shared an obvious mischievous glint. Sirius’ hand laid on Y/N’s shoulder and she playfully swatted him and they continued to jostle for only a moment.

“Absolutely nothing Darling. You mustn't worry about non-existent mischief.” The shortest of the duo squeaks out in a kind and clear manner, scrunching her nose and trying to look as innocent as possible; all while failing miserably even though Remus would never get truly bothered by her little pranks. Everyone knows her tricks and Sirius’ differ far too much. She once tried to convince Snivellus that his shoelaces were untied but started giggling uncontrollably before he even looked down and spoiled the whole thing, insisting that she was only jesting.

Y/N slipped out from Sirius’ grasp with one last squeeze of his hand before draping across Remus' lap and nuzzling into the smooth fabric of his undershirt. Remus melts as he drops the book to support her, securing one over her leg and the other on the small of her back.  “Darling?” She utters oh so delicately. She waits a moment before continuing, Remus giving her thigh a light squeeze of encouragement. “Do you think I could go out with you boys next week?” She barely whispers out, she knew what the answer would be but after the talk from Prongs and Wormtail from the last full moon she needed to be there to help. She knew she could, a quick bunny is far more distracting than a lopsided deer, or a barely present rat. Remus tenses the instant he understands where the question would end up, already beginning to get wound up from the moon's effect.  “Absolutely not. We’ve been over this.” Sirius sends Y/N a concerned look from the desk he hovered over as he tried to look busy. He quietly slipped out as he thought of a way to cheer her up later.

“I just want to help Remus, I can be a distraction or lure you away from one of the boys, we can’t have everyone get hurt only for you to tear yourself apart after. If I was there I could do something, I know I could! I can’t just sit here and wait for you to get back every time.” Remus' gaze was burning into her, they had both felt her heartbeat quicken up. He instantly tried to calm her down, her nose twitching, lips beginning to puff out, her eyes glossing over. It had been quite obvious that her animagus form would be a bunny, her mannerisms gave that much away from the start.

“Dove,” Remus hummed, bringing her back to him once again as he felt her get lost in thought. “I’ll always come back to you.” He guided her head off his chest allowing him to look at her distraught features. Her big eyes were reflective with tears as she stares into his own. As she quickly blinks, a fat tear rolls down her cheek and catches on Remus’ thumb. 

Taking a deep breath, she barely lets out, “How can you be so sure?” Straightening out with a look of determination. “Just one night.”

Remus allows himself the comfort her action brings, closing his eyes before matching her own stubbornness “No.” 

“Remus—“ He swiftly cuts her off, eyes snapping open. “No. I don’t even want the boys out there with me, what makes you think I could stand you there too?” He begins raising his voice, unable to keep himself composed for her sake. His willpower wears thin and his patience wears even thinner.

“Just one night and I’ll never ask again,” The small girl in his lap burrows her head into his neck once more while whispering meekly into his ear, “that’s all I ask. Please, Darling.”

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Drabble #1

   Dancing Queen

There she stood, hair mussed up, clothing frumpled, body moving nimbly with purpose and squished between Dorcas and Marlene, not a care in the world. Remus and Sirius stood in awe, they couldn’t believe their eyes as they saw their girl hop onto the table with the two Gryffindors, belting ‘Take A Chance On Me’ by some muggle band that seems to be all she talks about of late. She squeals when she spots Alice Fortescue and grabs at her hands as she twirls with her in a small gesture, singing the words lovingly at the girl. The boys slowly make their way to her as Alice slips away; albeit flushed and full of giggles at her outgoing friend. The Hufflepuff was now once again sandwiched between her two friends, playing with Dorcas’ wiley curls while Marlene Stood behind her, guiding her waist to the beat. 

The two boys couldn’t help but feel a tad jealous as they witnessed the girls swaying in unison as though they had pre choreographed the entire routine. Oftentimes Dorcas and Marlene would tease the Hufflepuff, referring to her as their third girlfriend, usually getting a large blush and a thwack to the arm, however with how close they all were, it’s time like these anyone would be none the wiser. 

“I think your boys are watching you Birdie.” Merlene leans down to her ear breath tickling her neck as she whips around, searching the surrounding area for her friends. When she finally makes eye contact, she squeals, looking back at her girls with wide eyes when they apply enough pressure to keep her with them, partly to keep making the boys jealous and partly because they didn’t want her falling off the table just yet.

“Can’t I go say hi, Marly?” Y/N's eyes darted between the gryffindor pairs, unsure of what to do, especially after drinking the lovely mixtures Dorcas kept handing off to her. 

“Surely you can dance to one more song?” The shorter of the two Gryffindors pipes up, she guides Y/N’s face back to her line of view, when ‘Does Your Mother Know’ begins. “I love this song, don’t you?” Dorcas groans out, looking at her girlfriend momentarily before leaning over Y/N's short frame for a quick kiss.

And so the girls sing and dance only breaking from their trio when Y/N hears Sirius over the loud music. A wild grin on his face and a fascinated glimmer in his eyes are apparent while Remus can’t stop laughing; out of disbelief or sheer joy he’s not sure.

“What has gotten into you Dove?!” Remus can’t help but break the tension first, still staring up at the girl he usuals towers over. Her hair was even crazier than before, makeup slightly smeared; Marlene’s hard work had not lasted long it appears, and her chest was heaving like James after quidditch practice. He and Sirius share one more look of bewilderment as she gives a large kiss to the two girls next to her on their cheeks, albeit a bit sloppier than usual, before taking a leap off the table towards the two, giggling wildly when Remus manages to steady her.

A grin takes over her face yelling over the music. “How lovely to see you, my darlings! We’re dancing!” As if they hadn’t just seen the performance of a lifetime. She throws her arms up for emphasis before turning to Sirius; who was currently asking Dorcas and Marlene how bad she would feel in the morning.

“Sirius! I’m drunk!” She cries out happily and quickly hugs him, meekly asking him to dance while resting her chin on his chest, the forshadowed crash very evident.

“Are you really Pup? Perhaps we should do something about that? “ He snorted as he guided her wandering hands as she was practically buzzing, unable to sit still to talk with them. 

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As they arrived at breakfast James couldn’t help but laugh at his poor usually well dressed friends’ disheveled bedhead and barely visible raccoon eyes from the previous night. Though her uniform was mostly tidied up, a certain red and yellow tie had wrapped itself around her neck quite asymmetrically. 

“Hey Sunny, you look like you had fun last night.” Peter giggled as she huffed and plopped down on her usual spot between James and Remus. 

“Everything hurts James, I think I'm dying. Peter, write my will for me please.” She pathetically sniveled, reaching out for a tea in front of her, already made to her liking. She smiled at Remus as he patted her on the leg, chewing some eggs, which had smelt heavenly. Even the bacon had the vegetarian's mouth water as she leaned into his frame silently begging for a bite from his plate, offering a subtle smile as she got her way.

James laughed heartily again before muttering, “If I’m correct, and I always am, I heard you were quite the dancing queen.” Another round of laughs rupture as her face goes red. Continuing to pick off Remus' plate, she sasses back, “And what were you and Lily up to, hmm? If I recall you left me with Dorcas and Marlene; a  death sentence.” A abrupt smack upside the head and an ‘Oi’ has her slinging around to find the (lovely) she-devils in question.

She doesn’t have the time to sputter 'Hello Lovelies!' before they lean their hand on either side of her on the table. “I thought you liked our death sentence, Y/N?” Dorcas fake pouts and Marlene leans in, fresh mint spreading across Y/N’s cheeks. “I think you were just as bad as us last night Birdie… maybe even worse?” She teases, feigning shock resting over her features as they laugh at the Hufflepuffs' distress over not remembering half the night. With a simultaneous kiss to her temples and a tut, the girls walk to their spot with Lily, just a couple seats down from the Marauders.

Remus focuses toward Y/N as she busies herself making her own plate, mostly eggs and bread with butter while the two boys delve into another topic. “You think your wives want a divorce yet?” A teasing smirk pulls at his lips as he watches her lookup with wide eyes, both laughing before he notices her mismatched tie that laid haphazardly on her shoulders. He reaches up to grab it, delicately, turning the flap around to see if his initials sat on the inner corner. “Is this mine, Dove?” Remus smirks again when he confirms his suspicion before pulling her into his side with one arm while dropping the tie, freeing his hand to pinch her already rosy cheeks instead. “If you wanted to make it official just say so, don’t think Marls or Dorcus would notice you’ve gone sweet with someone else, do you?

Even though she allows herself to get rag-dolled into his embrace she crosses her arms as she pouts. One, about her lovely platonic soulmates and two, because of her wrong choice of attire she chose in her morning haze.  “Remus, stop joking about that! And Sirius said —“ she gets caught off by the man himself as he plops in front of the two, stealing her toast off her plate and continues to talk with his mouth full.

“Sirius said nothing, Pup. You asked how you looked and I said what I saw— you look bloody gorgeous—” he sniffs. “ ya know, in that sickly sort of way.” Bread crumbs fall from his mouth as he winks and smirks at her flushed face.