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lovelybarnes · 4 years

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family- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, reader x ocs, peter parker x ocs

warnings: none? ig peter with glasses and a little freaking out at the beginning

about: requested! peter meets your family

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you like this!

your eye twitched as you stared, hearing the words peter was saying but being unable to process them. this was not as serious as you were making it out to be, you knew that, but dammit, were you still nervous. your fingers were drummed lighty on your thigh, watching peter hunched over his desk, scrawling sentences on his notebook.

“y/n?” peter asked, suddenly at your legs. “are you okay? you kind of spaced out for a second there.”

you let out a long breath, squeezing your eyes shut, “i’m leaving to go visit my family for a weekend, and- i love them so much, but i’m going to miss you, and it’s so many people, i’m just really nervous, i haven’t seen my aunt gloria in like four years and my aunt maribel always ambushes me about the boyfriend and the-”

“hey, calm down, it’s- you’re gonna miss me?” peter asked, cutting himself off and you glared at him. “okay, not the point, why are you so nervous about this?”

you shrugged, nuzzling your head into his shoulder when he sat down next to you, “i love them but they’re just a lot. it’s just-” you sighed, a stray conversation between you and your mother from a few days ago coming back to you. “hey,” you started, lifting your head off of peter’s body. “do you have plans this weekend? my mom told me to extend an invitation to you if you were free.”

peter’s face lit up, and you relished in the shine in his eyes. “yeah! yeah, i’m free! you really want me to meet your family?”

you sucked in a small breath in remembering that fact but nodded, “yes. i kind of breezed over that fact, which i shouldn’t have, but now that i can think about it, i do. i’m so sure they’re going to love you.”

“i hope they do,” peter said, nerves laced within his voice and you pouted, pressing your lips to his jaw. “they will. i doubt anyone couldn't.”

peter snorted, “yeah, well ask flash. or the vulture. or-”

“they’re literal villains! and flash- they’ll love you, you’ll see.”

you were still nervous on the day you left for the huge cabin you and your family would be staying at; although considerably less so with peter’s arm wrapped around you and his lips repeatedly pressing kisses to your cheek in the backseat of your mother’s car. you could practically feel your anxiety melting with each press of his lips against your cheek.

as he rested his head against your shoulders, you twirled his hair around your fingers, appreciating the effect the shower he’d taken hurriedly had had on his hair; leaving it damp and curlier than usual. he was silent for the most part, until he lifted his head and you dropped your hand.

“so, tell me about your family members! what are all their names?” peter requested, and your mother raised an eyebrow, “that’s going to take a lot longer than this trip.”

you nodded, “she’s right, it’s better if i just introduce them to you when we get there.”

you whisper now, “i will tell you that my aunt lauren- really skinny and small- will ask you if you’re a secret superhero. she doesn’t know anything, she asks everyone that, don’t panic.

“i have a bajillion little cousins that will be all over you, so hopefully you don’t get too annoyed by children. my uncle carlos will clap you really hard on the back, my aunt lola likes to be called lolita and will bake you too many cookies to eat. please eat them even if you hate them, she’s just trying to make everyone happy.”

peter is nodding along, as focused as you’ve seen him in class. “she sounds sweet, and i doubt i’ll have any problems with your uncle carlos, seeing as i’m spider-man and all.”

you laugh softly, rolling your eyes. “yes, well, let’s see how well spider-man can handle twenty or so relatives throwing themselves at him.”

you almost feel dumb for stressing out so much about the event while you watch peter interact with your family- key word almost, when you notice the pleading look he’s sending you while being trapped in your grandmother’s embrace. you walk over to him at once, tapping your grandmother’s shoulder lightly, “grandma? pete needs to breathe,” you point out, and she pulls away, “oh, i’m sorry!” she exclaims, patting him on the cheek, “i have to attend to rosa’s mess of a dinner in the kitchen, it was nice to meet you,” she tells peter. he nods, and your grandma begins to walk away, stopping next to you. “he’s so cute,” she whispers to you, but, of course, peter catches it and beams.

your grandmother strokes your cheek before slapping it gently as a form of goodbye, walking away.

“they do like me!” peter whispers excitedly, and you smile at him, grabbing his hand, “of course they do, but these are the easy ones.” he tilts his head at you, looking so much like a puppy that you nearly coo. “what do you mean?” he asks, and you tug him by the hand, heading to another room.

you bite your lip, “my cousins. the first boyfriend i brought here, they told me they didn’t like him, and two months later, i found out he cheated. it’s happened two times, they’re, like, psychic.”

“this is making me nervous,” peter mumbled, drawing small circles on your hand. humming, you turn to him, promising your next words, “you’re going to be fine, you’ll see.”

you kiss his nose and give his hand a squeeze, “they’re just little kids.”

you open the door, “with surprising intuitive abilities,” you mutter before your favorite little cousin spots and immediately runs to you. “y/n!” she screams, and you grin, bending down to her level and picking her up. “hi, kami!” you greet, kissing her cheek, and she giggles. she pauses for a second, squinting at peter standing behind you. “who’s this?” she asks, and you turn slightly, “this is peter, he’s my boyfriend.”

peter extends his hand to her with a dorky smile, and she looks at him for a moment before taking it.

other small people are beginning to crowd around you, and you put kamila down, gasping at all the barbies being shown to you and eventually being directed to sit down at a chair, nodding along to an explanation of a video game you’d seen peter play before.

after a little while, diego is distracted enough for you to be able to look up and see peter, in his absolute element, playing with kamila, liam, and veronica. he’s smiling, watching kamila color with veronica in his lap. liam is poking at his arm, directing his attention to the tablet in his chubby hands. veronica swipes at peter’s glasses, which sit perched on his nose.

with brown curls falling over his forehead, black rimmed glasses on his face, and surrounded by your little cousins, you can feel yourself falling even deeper for him, because how can you not? how can you not love the boy who is sitting in a cabin with your family, entertaining the cousins you love?

before you can freak out properly, you are pulled away by kamila, who has appeared by your side and instructs you to play in the play kitchen with her.

not five minutes after, while you are in the middle of making a fake salad, peter appears beside you, offering his help to kamila. he gets right to work, turning the knobs on the plastic kitchen, and he turns to you and mouths trophy husband with a goofy smile.

seeing him mixing a bowl of plastic food, you’re reminded of the alarming realization of just how in love you are with peter parker.

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pbnjparker · 3 years

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Peter Parker post NWH being his Gf and finding out about MJ? 🙈

an: SAMMMMMMM tysm for requesting this <3 literally love the concept and i hope you enjoy this short blurb :p luv u all besties :,)

pairing: tom!peter parker x female!reader

You had been over to Peter's apartment a handful of times and always wondered what was in the brown box that was under the bed. Curiosity got the best of you one day while Peter was out picking up food for you two.

You grabbed the box by the handle and pulled it towards you; you looked at the box and wondered if it was a terrible idea to be doing this. You pushed your away your thoughts and lifted the lid, in the box were a few photo albums and notebooks.

Peter never mentioned his family and you never bothered to ask. You knew there would be a time in your relationship where he felt safe enough to talk about them. You hesitantly grabbed one of the photo albums and flipped it open to a random spot. It was filled with polaroids of different people but one caught your eye. It was Peter and another girl.

She was pretty; tall and skinny. A smile placed on her face with Peter's arm wrapped around her face. They both looked happy and you couldn't tell if it was previous girlfriend or a cousin? You smiled at the sight of their happiness but felt guilt rush over you when Peter call out your name.

You gasped trying to recollect yourself, "Peter! I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have been going through your stuff." You said placing everything back into the box and sliding it back under the bed, "Y/N/N, It's okay. They're just old school notes and pictures." He said placing the Chinese takeout onto the counter, "Yeah." You sighed looking over at Peter.

"Uh, I know I shouldn't ask but who's the girl in the pictures?" You asked, sitting on his bed, "Just an old girlfriend from high school, she lives in Queens." He said taking a seat right next to you, "Oh." You said looking down at your hands; fiddling with your thumbs, "I have the pictures because they're memories of what once was. If that's what you're wondering. Not because I miss her or anything." He said running a hand on your back, "You're all I could want and more." He said.

You smiled at him, "Thank you for the reassurance, I just thought maybe-" He cut you off abruptly, "Don't think that way, okay? It's just us two." He said, "Yeah just us two."

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tomsoffie · 4 years

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caught in the act | p.p

Pairing: Peter Parker X Avengers!Reader

Summary: staying out past curfew leads to an unexpected fuck

Warnings: SMUT!!!!, dom!peter, foreplay, clit stim, the works ;)

It was late, you weren’t sure but you knew it had easily flown past the tower curfew for young adults. Ever since the Corona Virus had broken out across the world, Tony had made it specifically crystal clear that he wanted yourself and Peter home by 8:30pm or 9:00pm at the very latest. That was your curfew. And this wasn't the first time you had broken it.

You were meant to be home by around seven, but being a teenager and all, the world likes to bring much more interesting things into the life in front of you as if to distract you from responsibilities, and in your case curfews. Now you were stumbling through the tower in the dark, only wearing a midtown hoodie that came just above your knee, no underwear, not even any shoes to accompany it.

Prayers were so clearly answered as you managed to make it through the lobby and towards the first floor of stairs without the security lights switching on, before sprinting your way to the second floor.

You were relatively new to the Avengers team, having been a part of the crew for just over a year, but only having moved in three months ago. Therefore, despite Tony’s accusations, you were staying with Peter for the time being. It worked out, you had known each other since the first year of high school and worked pretty good in the playing field, and not to mention being the same age.

You expected by now Peter would have been asleep, so you were careful to keep your motions quiet and calculated as your hand landed on the door handle to your shared room. It was then until you stopped, hearing what sounded like a pained grunt come from behind the door frame. Of course it wouldn’t have been rare for Peter to come stumbling in late hours of the night after defending the city, another reason as to why Tony had set you both a curfew, so you subsided to noise and flung open the door, ready for a shower and some sleep.

What you saw after that was completely unexpected. You were waiting to see Peter sitting on his bed, licking away at his wounds while he winced because he hated the sight of blood. But, what you got instead was the rather rare sight of Peter thrashing around trying to pull the bed sheets over his naked body. The lamp from his desk fell to the ground, knocking over what you presumed was a tub of lube in the process while the obscene sounds of the porn video you now realised he was watching echoed out through the room.

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Dude, ssh!” you groaned, shutting the door behind you, “you’re gonna get me caught!”

“I thought you were already asleep!” he whisper yelled, slamming his computer shut and throwing it to the end of the bed.

“Were you touching yourself?” you asked, feeling a little bad for addressing the elephant in the room, but you knew if you didn’t do it now you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

“...No.”

“You totally were though,” you scoffed, walking over to your side of the room and opening your drawer to get some clothes out.

You could feel Peter’s eyes on you from across the room as he shifted uncomfortably. In a way you felt bad, again, for barging in on him, you knew you wouldn’t exactly be happy if he had done the same to you, but it was that or getting caught by Tony.

“You’re n-not um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?...”

His voice caught you off guard a little, eyes drifting from the neat pile of clothes in your draw to his dark eyes that stared you down from across the room.

“No, actually,” you giggled, “don’t go skinny dipping with people who you know will steal your clothes I guess” you shrugged, returning your attention back to picking out an outfit for after your shower.

“I’m heading in the shower in a second so you can do your thing.” you gestured towards him with your spare hand while the other closed your drawer.

Peter was still staring at you, hadn’t even blinked since you walked in and you were beginning to wonder whether he was okay or not. You paused in your tracks, tilting your head slightly.

“You alright there, Parker?”

“Y-yeah uh... Just wasn’t expecting you to actually n-not be wearing anything” he coughed lightly, shifting uncomfortably in the sheets. You cocked your brow, a striking idea entering your head, although risky, it still seemed fun.

Dropping your clothes down on the floor, you grabbed the hem of the jumper and swiftly pulled it up and over your head, tossing it down to join the clothes on the floor.

“Y/N, whoa, what the fuck?!” Peter cursed, covering his eyes with one hand.

“Drop the act Peter we all know you wanna see what’s underneath” your tone had dropped dramatically in pace and he could feel by the way the atmosphere changed that you were standing inches away from him. He didn’t respond for a moment, so in an act of encouragement you softly placed your hand over his and helped his eyes come back into view.

Peter was already hard under the cover of the blanket, but seeing you bare chested right in front of him only made him grow to a painstaking extent. He knew you were gorgeous but seeing you like this, this was something else entirely. Your nipples were beautiful, carefully perked from the cool breeze of the open window, breasts full and round.

Peter didn’t realise he was practically drooling until your hand came up to shut his jaw, “careful, you’ll catch flies” you smirked, before turning and walking off towards the bathroom. Peter couldn’t let you go now, not with the ideas you’d put in his head.

In a flash you felt your body being jerked backwards, a firm hand on your wrist while the head of anthers skin pressed up against your back. You could feel the raging heat of his cock touching your back, sending icy shivers up your spine.

“Leaving so soon? After teasing me? I don’t think so, princess” His tone had changed dramatically, deep and rough as his hands slid to your front, dropping between your legs to feel your clit pulse under the pressure of his finger.

“Fuck, Peter,” you sighed, knees weakening under the feeling of his hands being so dirty in your honour.

“You like that?” he asked, although rhetorical, only continuing to go with his better judgement. He held you close with the hand against your heat while the other slowly guided you back towards his bed, your knees giving way as they met their end and you collapsed into his lap.

The pressure caused him to whimper involuntarily, but quickly shifted back to being completely in control as he slid a finger down between your already soaked folds to slide it right inside you, causing you to jolt in his lap.

He had you pinned down against his warm skin, pressed his nose against your ear so you could hear him crystal clear when he said, “God you’re already so wet for me, I wanna hear everything, princess, make those pretty noises for me.”

“God, fuck- Peter!” you moaned as he invited another finger inside, pumping them deliciously in and out hitting that sacred spot inside you every time.

“That good baby? Tell me how good it feels, be a good girl.”

“F-feels so good, Peter,” you compromised, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “R-right there,”

“God you’re so tight around my fingers,” he groaned, spreading his thighs a little so you could get more comfortable. His cock was pressing hard into your lower back causing some discomfort, but you weren’t sure what to do about it in your current situation.

“P-pete, please,” you gasped, hands landing on his thighs as your back arched against his chest. “want your cock.”

“You sure you can take it, baby girl?” he chuckled, almost devilishly, pulling his fingers from your heat.

“Yes, Peter, please.” You nodded frantically, partially in desperation from being ripped away from the beauty that was Peter’s fingers.

“Because you asked so nicely,” he whispered, lifting you up and placing you down on his bed, spreading your legs out wide for him so he could get a perfect view of your heat. “I might do just that.”

You whimpered softly, sending the blood right to his dick. Peter couldn’t deny he’d only ever wished and dreamed of seeing you this way, and now those fantasies were about to become a reality. Reaching over, he grabbed the bottle of lube from the floor, dousing a decent amount onto the tip of his cock. You watched, mouth agape as he spread it around, making sure it was everywhere before his eyes met yours.

“You ready for me? I don’t plan on going easy.” He cocked his brow, gripping his dick with a force and guiding it towards your entrance. You were needy, he could tell, leaning into his touch trying to gain some kind of friction.

“If you’re gonna be a slut, you’re only gonna have to wait longer,” he teased, drawing his hips away from your core.

“Promise I’ll be good for you,” you pleaded, eyes wide, hands gripping the underside of your thighs to keep them spread wide for him. He hadn’t asked much of you, and already you were at his mercy.

“Only because you promised,” he winked, before ramming his cock deep inside of you. He would have taken the time to be patient, making sure it didn’t hurt, but he was so desperate for release he could barely contain himself.

“Fuck!” you yelped, along side Peter who moaned out, right beside your ear.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan... It was like a fucking melody,” you gasped between breaths making Peter smile.

“Well get ready to hear a whole lot more of those melodies, baby.”

Peter was doing as he had planned, thought and dreamed and that was showing you the best time he possibly could. Peter knew how to fuck, which was something you were so unaware of. But he was sure showing you the best time in a long time. He didn’t go so hard it hurt, but the way his body reacted to your sounds was like a symphony. He was hitting all the right spots, kissing all the right places and thrusting at such a reckless pace it was almost tender.

At this point you were using each others bodies to your own personal advantage, so desperate for a release it was almost painful, but you loved it. The way his cock stretched inside of you when he almost hit his high, pressing just right against that sweet spot. He loved the way you clenched him, only edging him to that milking state even quicker. You were so ready to take his load.

Despite the motions, the sight was heavenly. His expression was so fucked out, hair falling out over his forehead, eyes clenched shut and when they were open they were so blown full of lust and desire, like an animal. At this point your thighs were shaking, muscles torn as he pressed his chest down on top of you, moaning deep into your ear.

“Fuck! Baby! Y/N, you’re so good!” he’d moan to the beating of his thrusts, earning an equally fucked out sound coming back from yourself.

“I’m almost there, Peter!”

“M-me too, baby, almost- fuck!”

“Mmm, Peter! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me sweetness, cum all over this cock, make it yours.”

The choice of wording that spilled from his lips only spurred you on more, egging your release right until the very end until finally you felt the coil snap, your dignity pouring out all over his length. Peter didn’t fall very far behind, not long after your own high he was spurting his seed into your warmth. It was there you were left a sweaty, panting mess, having just fucked your best friend with absolutely no regrets.

“You should go skinny dipping with me some time,” Peter plucked up, dragging his weight up and off your chest with a fucked out smile on his perky lips.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years

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Love through potions [Remus Lupin x Reader] - Requested

Title: Love through potions Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word count: 4.8k Published: 26 July, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: I got this request by khyati1379 on Wattpad a couple of days ago. I hope you will all like this cute little one shot. Summary: Remus gets to know you while looking around in your Potions shop. Soon you start helping the werewolf with his monthly transformations, involuntarily falling for the man. Request: [x]

Hi, can u please write a Remus x reader where, after Halloween of 1981 he meets the reader in Diagon alley and she's a potioneer and owns her own potions shop. As the marauders are not there anymore to help him during his transformations she helps him by brewing him the wolfsbane potion and thats how they fall in love and get married. And after 1993 when Remus and Sirius meet up again, Sirius is happy and suprised as well that his best friend found the love of his life. Btw I love your writting. Keep up the good work!! Thank you" - khyati1379 [Wattpad]

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Remus Lupin was a lone wolf suffering through the loss of his pack. Since his best friends, James Potter's and Peter Pettigrew's death and Sirius Black's imprisonment, he was nothing but a sad man full of sorrow. He has been trying to keep himself composed, but losing all his friends at once was something he was struggling to get over. Understandably, of course.

You didn't know much about Remus though. One afternoon, he walked into your Potions shop on Diagon Alley, right across Ollivanders. His eyes held deep despair, which was accompanied by a pair of deep black sockets under them. He seemed like someone who wasn't familiar with the importance of sleeping. He had a tall, lean figure, which seemed to be skinnier than a man of his height should have been.

It was the first time you have seen him in your shop.

He was looking around all the ingredients sitting on the shelves. He started asking about different kinds of plants and their preparations, however he wasn't subtle enough about his questions. You could clearly spot which ones he was interested in, while the rest were simply provided as a fill in, not to seem suspicious. At first you didn't understand what he wanted, until you realised the hopeful glint in his eyes, once he mentioned the ones he needed.

Aconite, in other words wolfsbane didn't necessarily get your attention as you knew its usage has been part of many potions. When he asked about pulverised Black Quicksilver, being rather interested in its price, it did get you a tiny bit suspicious about his needs. Then your conversation deterred to Giant Moonworts and by that time you were almost certain, that you knew what he needed the ingredients for, but you didn't state your findings just yet. As he has changed the subject to Myrrh and not just any kind, ones that have been pickled in carrow spider ichor, you were completely sure of your findings, knowing that the preparation of Myrrh in such way has only been used in the Wolfsbane potion so far.

He seemed rather disappointed by the end of your conversation, but you didn't understand why. You didn't let him know that you were aware of what he needed the ingredients for, nor did you look at him any differently.

"Is everything okay?" You asked as he held a tiny jar of Acromantula venom in his hand.

"Yeah..." He breathed, his voice defeated.

"Can I be honest?" You asked, trying to establish an eye contact, but he didn't look at you.

"Sure." He spoke weakly.

"If you walk into a potions shop, you might want to be more subtle about what you are interested in." You said casually. His head turned towards you abruptly, his eyes wide in shock.

"What do you mean?" He asked, still trying to cover up his furry secret.

"Wolfsbane is a very difficult potion, with its very particular way of brewing. It wasn't hard to understand, even between your numerous questions, what you actually need." You explained to him with a gentle smile, but his face stayed still.

"I have to go." He said as he returned the jar to you and headed towards the exit.

"I could help." You stated, making him turn around suddenly and for a second you surprised yourself too. You didn't know the man. As far as you knew, he could have been a Death Eater. And there was the price of the potion and its ingredients. How were you supposed to help by going bankrupt?

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at you suspiciously. You kept quiet, trying to collect your thoughts. He didn't seem like a bad person and if anything, you had hundreds of deadly plants and potions laying around to feel protected enough.

"I could help you with the potion." You spoke, upon finding your words. He furrowed his brows at your unusually helpful words. He was definitely not used to receiving help from people he didn't know.

"What's the catch?" He asked, eyes squinting at you.

"I want you to help me out in the shop." You replied casually, trying to keep yourself composed. You have just asked a complete stranger to help you, while you'd help him not to go on a killing spree in his werewolf form. You officially concluded yourself to be mentally unstable, but didn't show any of it to the man.

"Why would you help a werewolf? Why would you let some unknown guy waltz around your shop when you don't even know anything about him?" He questioned you and you finally realised the weight of your sudden decision. You walked back behind your counter and fell back into your chair with a deep sigh leaving your lungs.

"I have no idea." You hid your face in your palms, covering your embarrassment. "But..." You lifted your face to look at the man. "if you were a bad person, you wouldn't be questioning my intentions. You would just accept it, instead of giving me time to think it through. Or even reminding me that I might not have made the most sane decision of my life." You tilted your head as if your statements were questions and you were waiting for an answer.

"You never know. It might be a tactic." He replied with a simple shrug.

"I don't think so." You shook your head in disagreement. Silence fell upon your pair as you went through your thoughts once again, concluding that he seemed like a genuine person. "So? You need help and I could use an extra hand." You said. It was his turn to think. He looked out the window as if it helped him to collect his thoughts better. You waited patiently, until he finally turned back around, facing you.

"I guess it's not so bad of a plan." He replied nodding slightly. "You are not planning to poison me, right?" He added suspiciously, which made you chuckle.

"You are not planning on attacking me, right?" You returned his silly question, which made him smile just a tiny bit. "Then I think we are good." You confirmed and he nodded in agreement. "I will start brewing the potion tonight. Will you be able to start tomorrow?" You asked with a raised brow, knowing that you have given a rather short notice.

"Certainly." He replied, making you smile gently.

"Brilliant." You said as you stood up and reached for his hand to shake it. "Welcome to my shop." You grinned.

"Thank you." He spoke with a warm smile, accepting your hand. His kind demeanour made you question how such a sweet man could have such a dark secret hidden in his life, but oh you didn't even know the rest of his story.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." You introduced yourself.

"Remus." He replied, letting go of your hand, after holding it inappropriately longer. You cleared your throat, feeling maybe just a tad bit awkward and said your good byes.

That same night you started brewing the potion as per your promise to Remus. You knew it would take quite a while and as you have only done it once, you were hoping that your skills in potions would help you along your way.

The following morning, Remus arrived to your shop, waiting at the counter for you to join him. You were rearranging some of the jars on the shelves at the back of the shop, when you heard Remus calling your name. You came down the ladder and walked over to the man, welcoming him once again.

You showed him around the store and asked him to replace the ingredients at the front of the shop from the new order you have just received. He simply nodded and started helping you out without a word. You found his behaviour adorable, as he listened to each and every word of yours carefully.

He was working hard, not even complaining about the dust on the shelves causing a coughing attack to break out of his lungs or the heaviness of the boxes that he had to bring up the ladders. He was diligent and very helpful, making you smile as you watched him from behind a wall, poking your head out just enough not to blow your cover.

However his behaviour wasn't the only thing that caught your eyes. As you watched him concentrate on the jars, rearranging them by name, just the way you have asked of him, you could gaze at his handsome face, which might have been rather skinny, but certainly attractive. His green orbs were fixed on the labels, carefully reading each and every one of them, but your attention was on the way how those dark green irises kept changing their colour between emerald green and hazel, occasionally taking on a brownish undertone under the sun's bright rays.

You shook your head as you realised how you have been ogling at your new colleague. You were rather unhappy with your inappropriate behaviour, so you quickly headed back to your shelf that needed some rearranging too.

Weeks passed by and before you knew it, your gaze lingered over Remus more often than you dared to admit. It was the week before full moon and Remus has already started drinking the Wolfsbane potion you made for him. It didn't seem to have any side effects, confirming that your potions skills have indeed come in handy when meeting an unusual brewing.

After the full moon, Remus came into the shop, looking exhausted. His skin was pale, the dark circles under his eyes greater than ever. You walked over to him and stood firmly by the man with crossed arms in front of your chest.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I came to work." He breathed, powerless.

"No, you didn't. As much as I feel bad saying it, you do not look too well. You should not be working today." You stated, trying to hide the worry in your voice.

"Today is not my day off." He shrugged, but you just grabbed his shoulders and forced him to turn around, before you nudged him towards the door.

"I am your boss and I am telling you, it is your day off." You chuckled sweetly, which caused a small smile to appear on his face.

"Are you sure?" He asked, not wanting to leave you alone.

"Do I look like I am not?" You asked playfully. He shook his head, before he took a deep breath and left the shop.

You were brewing a potion that you have been requested to do by one of your clients, when you heard the door open, indicating a customer's arrival. You quickly adjusted the fire under your cauldron and walked to the front of the shop.

"Can I help..." You wanted to speak, when you realised your visitor was not a customer after all, but Remus Lupin. "What are you doing here?" You asked, clearly remembering sending him home just about an hour ago.

"I thought if I can't work and you have to do double of the job, I would at least bring you some food." He smiled gently, making your heart skip a beat. He was beyond sweet to you and you couldn't stop yourself from giving a small kiss on his cheek, gratefully. You didn't miss the way a slight blush creeped up on his face though.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel awkward." You chuckled as he kept adjusting his weight from one leg to the other. "Thank you." You smiled happily as you took the boxes from him.

"It's fine." He replied with a smile growing bigger.

You headed to the back where a small table was placed in a corner with two chairs next to it. You put the food on the table, opening the boxes, whilst Remus took a seat on the chair closer to him. You picked up two sets of cutlery and gave a set to Remus, while you kept the other for yourself.

"I'm glad you brought me food, I am starving, but you could have gone home and just rest. You had a difficult night yesterday, or rather today." You said, letting your worry take over you.

"I really am fine. And your potion helped a lot." He smiled softly.

"I'm glad I could help. I guess we made a good deal." You joked happily. It was an idillic moment as you both sat over the table, eating together, talking casually. You could have gotten used to it. He was a good company. He was sweet and funny, certainly more helpful than anyone you have ever met and he seemed to care about you, even if he only meant it as an employee.

Halfway through the lunch, you got up to check on your potion. You stirred it a couple of times before it finally took on a vivid green colour. You removed the cauldron from the fire and started pouring its content into small little vials. As soon as you finished, you put them all in a small box and placed it into one of your drawers.

You walked back to the table to finish your food, when you saw Remus' hunched form over the table. You walked closer to check on him, realising he fell asleep. His breathing was even, occasionally letting out a small sighing noise. His lashes laid flat against his cheeks, his lips parted involuntarily. You watched him for a mere second, admiring his handsome face, before you grabbed a blanket from one of your cupboards and placed it over his back, leaving him to rest.

Weeks went by and you were at a tipping point. Remus' kind behaviour got under your skin. You felt like you were a mere friend, a colleague, noone that really mattered to him. You wanted more though. You wanted him to feel the same feelings you have been harbouring for him. You kept watching him on every occasion you could get a sight of him and if you couldn't, you simply made it happen by leaving your job to creepily spy over him.

By the time you realised you have fallen for him, you were giving up. He did not show any interest towards you and it was killing you. He was just as nice as always and you hated how it gave you false hope.

You were sitting in your chair right across the entrance, behind the counter. Remus was at the back, bringing out some boxes, but you couldn't care less. You were holding your head in your palm, sighing deeply every few seconds, annoying even yourself with your love-sick behaviour.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he listened to another sigh leaving your lungs.

"Yeah..." You replied dreamily.

"You don't seem alright to me." He frowned at your unusual behaviour.

"Actually, nothing is alright, but I can't do anything about it." You sighed again, still halfway lost in your daydreaming about Remus.

"Can I help you?" He asked kindly, but you just scoffed, making his frown grew deeper.

"Actually, you could. But you could only help if I told you what bothers me. But if I told you what bothers me, you would leave. In conclusion, I don't want you to leave, so I don't need your help." You heaved a deep sigh and placed your forehead on the edge of your table in defeat, closing your eyes. You were cursing yourself for falling for Remus. You wished he could see more than a friend in you, but for some reason, he just couldn't.

You looked into the mirror more often recently, than ever to check if you looked okay. You didn't need to be perfect, but just an okay. Still he clearly didn't want your okay look. He was just not satisfied with you and it hurt you to know that you weren't enough.

You turned your head to the right and opened your eyes, when you met a pair of green orbs, forcing you to shot up in surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He spoke, his tone light and gentle. As soon as you calmed down, you placed your head back against your table and kept your eyes on his, not caring about how inappropriately you have been staring at him. "Look, I really didn't understand anything you said. Why would I leave, if you told me how I could help you?" He asked curiously, making you pout at the thought of your unrequited love. At this point you wanted nothing, but letting your feelings out. But you stopped yourself.

"Just ignore me." You told him as you turned to your left. You could hear him move and in seconds he was crouching beside your left side.

"Talk to me, please." He spoke softly.

"No." You said harshly as you jumped up from your seat and forced yourself to concentrate on your previous tasks. You walked up the ladder and started rearranging the vials of ingredients in alphabetical order. You didn't even realise when Remus appeared, but when you looked down he was standing beside the legs of your ladder.

"Y/N, something is clearly bothering you. Just talk to me." His tone was more forceful than before.

"I don't want to talk about it." You said shrugging, your lips pouting like a little child's. You kept your attention on your task, up until you felt your ladder move. The next thing you saw was Remus walking up the steps, right before his eyes were finally levelled with yours.

You could feel his breath against your face, he was so close to you. His green irises wondered between your eyes, searching for something. But you couldn't have possible concentrated on that. He was way to close and you couldn't understand how he couldn't see the effects he had on you. Your eyes wondered down to his pink, plump lips, before they returned to his eyes.

You could feel the deep breath he took as he exhaled. His tongue darted out of his lips to lick across them, making your head feel dizzy at the inappropriate thoughts your mind was harbouring. You gulped loudly trying to get rid of the picture you have just witnessed, replaying the motion of his tongue across his lips in your memory.

"Just talk to me." He spoke in a low tone and you weren't even sure, if a simple note could leave your lips, let alone a complete sentence. You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself, but you just badly failed as he accidentally slipped on the step of the ladder, grabbing on to your waist to steady himself. He involuntarily pulled you closer to him, your nose touching his. You couldn't do this anymore. As if a confidence boost took over your mind, you placed your hand behind his neck and kissed him.

You could feel the hesitation in him as he forgot to kiss you back. You pulled away, feeling tears collect in your eyes at the harsh rejection. You just wanted to run away, forget that you have dumbly took a step you should never have done. The grip around your chest became stronger, the lump in your throat grew wider, almost suffocating you. Your will to disappear heightened by the second. But unfortunately for you, you were seated on top of the ladder, Remus right in front of you, closing your only escape route. You gulped loudly before deciding to speak.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Your head dropped forward, fearing to look into his eyes.

"Why?" He asked simply.

"Because I kissed you." You explained, feeling even dumber.

"No, I mean why did you kiss me?" He clarified his question. You just scoffed in a reply, feeling as if he tried to make fun of you. Although you knew he wasn't that kind of a person, you were still hurt by his rejection.

"Why do people kiss each other?" You asked as you played with your hands nervously.

"Because they like each other?" It was more of a question than a statement, so you nodded in agreement. "And you like me?" He asked softly, making you feel even worse. He was supposed to be angry at you for doing something he didn't want. Instead of answering though, you nodded as a reply. "I can't hear you." He said, his tone more confident this time. Your blood was boiling that he didn't think of you as a potential partner, still he was trying to get you to confess to him.

"I love you. Are you happy now?" You asked in anger, feeling desperate to just get out of that awkward situation.

"You love me?" He asked, uncertainty clear in his voice.

"Are you kidding me?" You lifted your head, your expression distraught. "Are you trying to make fun of me? I get it okay? You don't like me. It's fine. But it's cruel to make me suffer through this unnecessarily awkward conversation. Please just let me down." You didn't even realise when your tears started rolling down your cheeks. You stood up, trying to push him to the side, to get yourself out of there, but before you could have gone anywhere, he got hold of your waist and gently pushed you back into your seated position.

"I didn't want to hurt you." He said as he removed your tears with his soft thumb. You could feel his warmth radiating through his skin.

"But that is exactly what you are doing." You told him weakly.

"I was just surprised, Y/N. I didn't think you had feelings for me." His voice was light as a feather, perhaps trying not to scare you away. "I might have reacted badly, but I didn't mean to hurt you." He spoke as he caressed your cheeks, painfully getting your hopes up. "I wish I could turn back time and act differently, but unfortunately I can't do that." He smiled softly, making you frown. "But if I am good at something, it has to be trying. Maybe we could try that kiss again?" He asked, your eyes growing wide at his words.

"Why would you want to do that?" You questioned, completely lost in what was happening.

"Maybe because I might just love you as much as you do?" He asked smiling sweetly. Your lips parted involuntarily, your face showed clear shock. You were unable to get any words out. He chuckled at your dumbfounded expression and without waiting for an answer, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips with his own soft pillows. You didn't need to be told twice to kiss back, you have been waiting for it since forever.

His kiss was sweet and caring. He massaged your lips like noone has ever done before. You tried to keep yourself composed, but you just wanted to melt into his arms, enjoying this perfect moment, wishing for time to stop.

As he pulled away, he looked into your eyes with an unusual grin across his face. He seemed more confident than you have ever seen him. His cheerful expression forced a smile to spread across your face too, before he captured your lips once again, this time more passionately, more aggressively. You honestly felt like you were kissing two different people, but if anything, it just made you fall for him even more.

Your breath was running out on you. You pulled away from him and placed your forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"If you kiss me like that, I will fall for you even harder." You giggled lightly. He let out a wholehearted laughter, throwing his head backwards. You watched his carefree behaviour, which you haven't really seen before, but enjoyed even more.

"I really do love you." He spoke as his laughter died down.

"I love you too." You smiled at him lovingly, before capturing his lips again.

Years passed by and you and Remus were stronger than ever. After a couple of years he proposed to you and you married in a small, intimate ceremony. It was sweet and cozy, not the typical big wedding with big families, but you loved it even more. Remus was the only person you needed and he was right by your side.

As Remus was offered to go back to Hogwarts to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, you encouraged him to do it. You believed in him more than anyone and you wanted him to know that. You were always there to support him. Except when he made stupid decisions, but you always made sure to let him know.

You read about Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban and although you knew he was once a friend of Remus, you couldn't feel relaxed assuming Sirius would go after Remus. You knew all about their times as Marauders in Hogwarts and the relationship they had after they left school and joined the Order of the Phoenix, but he was a convict you were terrified to see around your husband.

One night, upon receiving a letter, you shot up from your bed to open the window for Remus' owl. You opened the letter and started reading with shaking hands, knowing he wouldn't mail you at such late hours, unless there was a problem. Your heart quickened as he explained how he forgot to take the Wolfsbane potions you have prepared for him. As you continued, your breath hitched, reading about his meeting with none other than Sirius Black. Your thoughts were swirling, terrified to read the letter any further. But you were glad you did. Remus explained everything from how Sirius was accused of the murder even though he was innocent and how Peter wasn't even dead, but lived in his rat form with the Weasley family. You finally felt relieved when you read Sirius escaped the Dementor's Kiss and he was in hiding.

On a warm summer night Remus invited Sirius over for a little dinner, to take back some of the time they have lost. Sirius might have been a bit late, but you didn't mind. You walked behind your husband and wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your face against his back. He got hold of your hand and gently pulled you in front of him.

"Thank you." He whispered with a loving smile, cupping your face in his big hands.

"For what?" You asked with a frown across your brows.

"For loving me. For being by my side. For supporting me. For being you." He breathed as he hinted a small peck on your lips. You smiled warmly at the love of your life, wrapping your arms tighter around him, hiding your face in his chest, enjoying the warmth his body provided.

The door bell rang and Remus hurried to open the door, engulfing his best friend in his arms. They exchanged a few words, before finally heading towards the dining room where Sirius stopped right in front of you with a huge grin across his face.

"So that's the infamous Y/N." He smirked. "I have been hearing a lot about you." He said and reached out for your hand. You accepted the offer and shook his hand.

"Welcome, Sirius." You smiled gently. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Indeed." He nodded in agreement. "You know, Moony..." He started as Remus led him to a chair at the table, while you prepared the food. "I never thought you would get married. You were always so reserved when it came to love. But honestly, I am glad you are happy. You deserve it." He smiled, patting his friend's shoulder proudly, which made your smile grow even wider.

You were happy that Remus got his long lost friend back. You were happy that you finally met Sirius. You were happy that you were having a relaxing dinner, even though war was coming your way. Things were chaotic outside, times were dark, but you were happy in that moment with your loving husband by your side and his best friend who he finally found his way back.

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thesolarangel · 4 years

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Drei??? Character Playlists

Hey Drei???-Shipper-Fandom! Ich bin in diesem Fandom nur stiller Leser, Beobachter und Bewunderer was euren Content angeht… Ihr habt mich so inspiriert mit euren Fanarts/Fanfiction usw… Da wollte ich auch mal was machen…. Da ich weder zeichnerisch noch schriftstellerisch talentiert bin, aber großer Musik-Fan bin und mich immer wieder von diversen Shipping-feelings hinfortziehen lasse, dachte ich mir, ich mache PLAYLISTS!

https://open.spotify.com/user/b3cky192?si=tQG9E-VmQ7iNVroducpvQw

Soweit habe ich für jeweils Peter, Bob, Justus und Skinny (letzteres ist noch in Progress) eine Playlist gemacht. Ich habe Songs gewählt, die:

- vom Titel her zu der Figur passen

- deren Klang für mich zu der Figur passen

- inhaltlich etwas mit Kalifornien zu tun haben z.B.

- Genres von denen ich denke, dass die Figur sie hören würde

- alle drei kriegen das Lied Bicycle race von Queen weil sie in den früheren Folgen häufig mit dem Rad fahren (oder?)

Dabei hab ich mir folgendes zu den Figuren gedacht:

Peter: bekommt die Songs mit Themen wie anxiety, Tagträumerei, Surfen, Bisexualität, romantische Songs, unerwiderter Liebe (?), weil eins meiner Lieblings-topes mutual pining ist (Bob x Peter oder auch B x P x J); Genres: mehr in Richtung Pop Punk würde Ich sagen

Justus: bekommt Songs über being a rebellious Teen, Genres bisschen mehr Richtung original 70s Punk, Themen: macht sein eigenes Ding, hört nicht auf andere (Cotta ist hier gemeint), Klugscheißerei, Skinny und Justus Songs überschneiden sich ein wenig, eheheh.. ich weiß nicht, ich glaub Persönlichkeitsmäßig sind sie sich hier und da ähnlich? Aber vllt bin ich da auch schon zu sehr von fanfiction beeinflusst :D

Bob: aaah ja, spannend, also ich denke, dadurch das er ja auch bei Sax Sandler gearbeitet hat, hat er einen ausgeprägten Musikgeschmack und bestimmte Vorlieben. Ich stelle mir vor, das er viele Künstler/Bands hört, die in den 70er Jahren sehr erfolgreich waren, viel davon ist Classic Rock und Progressive Rock.

Skinny: diese Playlist ist sehr stark geprägt durch mein Bild von ihm welches ich mir durch Fanfictions gemacht hab, also wie nennt man das.. out of character. Ist noch in Arbeit

Ich hab mir sehr viele Gedanken dazu gemacht, aber bisher nur Lieder benutzt, die ich eh in meinen vielen Playlists bei Spotify hatte. Also nehme ich gerne Empfehlungen entgegen von Songs oder Interpreten, die gut passen könnten. Es fehlen noch Songs mit Themen wie: Freundschaft, Abenteuer, Love but make it metal/rock

Ich hoffe sehr, das folgende Leute diesen Post sehen:

@diezentrale

@charliethe2nd

@daughterofhecata

@rockyybeach

@zweiterdetektiv

@crazy-walls

@rockybeachnet

@weiss-rot-blau

@schissershaw

@peterundbob5eva

@drei-satzzeichen

https://open.spotify.com/user/b3cky192?si=tQG9E-VmQ7iNVroducpvQw

#dreifragezeichen

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newbyimagines · 5 years

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Moonstruck Part 9

Brett Talbot X Mermaid!reader

Summary: The reader finds herself in the company of strangers after the game.

Master List

Part 1

Part 8

You heard other shouting and yelling you were able to pick out a few words like kill and other things you were not appreciative of.

You got up and stumbled towards the lights in the other room. You heard some banging as you rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame. Brett was running towards you when a guy punched him and he fell unconscious.

“I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.” His eyes glowed blue unlike Brett’s they had a cold color.

“Hey Doc I don’t think he’s breathing.”

The older gentlemen came over and used a scalpel to cut open his chest. A small amount of yellow gas came out and you heard him catch his breath. You collapsed to the floor next to him and blacked out again.

3rd person P/O/V

“Do you hear that?” Stiles put his ear near Brett to listen to what he was muttering.

“Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth.” Deaton piped up after he listened for a few moments.

“Satomi.” Derek and Peter said looking at each other.

Peter soon after left probably because he didn’t really care all that much.

“Okay doc what about her? She’s not looking to good.” Stiles pointed at the girl who had collapsed next to Brett on the floor.

“Can you put her on the table and clean up some of that blood if it’s any worse than it looks we should take her to a hospital.” Stiles and Derek lifted the girl up onto the table before Stiles used a piece of gauze with some rubbing alcohol.

Stiles stopped in a few seconds to look at the bizarre manifestation on the table. Derek and Deaton were helping Brett into a back room so he could rest after the Wolfbane.

“Derek, Deaton I think you should come look at this.” They both walked in as Stiles asked to see the girl there, with a tail. Not an animal tail but a mermaid tail.

“Well that’s new even for me.” Derek piped up from beside Deaton.

“I guess hospital is not an option.” The girl started to move

Your P/O/V

You woke up on a cold metal table pushing yourself up on your elbows. Looking down you could see your tail hanging off the edge of the table and beyond it three curious sets of eyes.

“Where am I? Where’s Brett?” You were ready to try and fight your way out if you had to.

“Okay calm down, we’re here to help.”

“How is doing this helpful?” You gestured towards your tail. You reached a hand out and used your powers to dry off.

“My name is Deaton, I am a veterinarian. We promise we are not here to hurt you.” He walked towards you and you jumped up on the table so your legs were beneath you. You crouched down defensively ready to make a move if any of them moved defensively.

“Where is Brett?” You lowered your voice in an attempt to sound slightly more intimidating.

“Brett’s in the other room recovering.”

“How do you know about us?” You slowly climbed down on the other side of the table so it was between you and the three men. You knew you could probably take on the skinny one and the old man but the other one was a wild card.

“Look we only know about Brett because of the deadpool.” The one with the broad shoulders and dark hair walked towards you. “My name is Derek. I’m a werewolf too. I was born a werewolf.”

“Like Brett,” you muttered under your breath. “And you’re sure he’s safe here?”

“Yes he will be. We need to make sure you’re okay you hit your head pretty bad and lost a lot of blood.”

“Let me see Brett first.”

The older man gestured for you to follow him you walked around the table to follow him into a back room. Brett was lying down on a makeshift bed made of chairs with a blanket draped over him as you saw his chest rise and fall rhythmically. Deaton reached out towards you and guided you back into the main room. He had you sit in the table while he took a good look at your wounds.

“I never asked what is your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” You looked over to the other side of the room where Derek and Stiles were having a very animated conversation.

“Some very special abilities you have there. In all my years of interacting with the supernatural I have never meet a mermaid.”

“We’re not as rare as you might imagine. Most of us live in the sea, well born mermaids that is. I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and this happened.”

“That’s very unusual.” Derek walked over to you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We need to find the rest of Brett’s pack to worn them.”

“I’m sorry I don’t know much actually. I actually just transferred to Devenford a few days ago. I found out about Brett on accident I don’t know much other than he called his Alpha Satomi.”

“Alright I’ll figure something out if he doesn’t wake up soon.”

“Can someone drive me back to the place the game was my car is there.” You looked around for your phone. “Has anyone seen my phone? It was in my purse.”

“You didn’t have a purse on you when we found you passed out in the locker room.”

“Do you have Brett’s phone I need to call someone?” Stiles walked off and came back with Brett’s gym bag. You reached in and found his phone, when the screen lit up it had several missed calls and texts from Lori.

You quickly dialed her number and she picked up immediately.

“Brett thank god. What happened? Where are you? Wheres Y/N? Are you alright?”

“Lori calm down it’s me I am with Brett.” You heard her let out a sigh of relief.

“Are you still at the other school?”

“Well Brett was my ride so yeah and I have your purse you left it in the bleachers.”

“Okay I will meet you there in a few minutes.” You hung up and put Brett’s phone back in his bag. You walked past the rest of the guys to the room where Brett was asleep.

“I have to go Brett, I have to watch out for Lori just like you asked I’ll be back in the morning okay?” You placed a gentle kiss to his forehead before tucking his bag under one of the chairs and leaving the room.

“Alright who is bringing me back to my car my friend is waiting for me.” For some reason you had the urge to protect Lori with your life. With that it included her secret.

“I’ll take her Derek are you okay?” Stiles looked over at Derek as he was chatting with Deaton. Derek didn’t say a word but Stiles somehow got an answer from just his expression. Stiles lead you outside to a blue jeep and opened the passenger side door for you before rushing around to the other side to get in and drive.

“So how did you become a mermaid? Were you born a mermaid? If you’re from Australia why don’t you have an accent? Do you transform with water or is it any liquid? Can you fight? What kind of powers do you have?” He kept bombarding you with questions without pausing for you to answer.

“What are you? Actually better question who are you?” You turned so you were facing him as he drove, slightly erratically, towards the high school.

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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uhhh so @starker-filth and I were chatting about Elton John and I couldn’t help myself....

starker; fratboy!tony x lovesick!peter

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

“Hey Rhodey?” Tony asks his best friend, crossing his arms and making the shitty beer in his solo cup slosh around.

“Yeah, Tones?” He responds, not taking his eye off a group of girls a distance away.

“You know that kid?” Tony asks, gesturing to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the small yard.

“What kid. You’re going to have to be more specific.” Rhodey grunts, raising his red solo cup to his lips.

“The one dancing. Tight jeans, nice ass.” Tony says, exasperated.

Rhodey rolls his eyes.

“I’m not actively searching for men, Tones. But yes, I see him. The one that’s like, a head shorter than everyone else?”

Tony grins at his best friend.

“That’s the one.”

“You definitely have a type.” Rhodey mutters.

“Hey. You trying to say something, James?” Tony snorts, cocking his brow.

Rhodey raises his hands defensively.

“Not at all. I don’t know him, and I know everybody. Must be from a different school.”

A dark skinned girl with brown hair in a braid taps the boy on his shoulder, and he turns around to give her a hug. His face lights up in excitement, chocolate brown eyes crinkling at the edges framed by long eyelashes. He has to stand on his tippy toes to hug the girl, pert ass sticking out ever so slightly, blue skinny jeans hugging his behind deliciously. The kid’s wearing ballet flats for God’s sake, a baggy MIT shirt on top.

“Fuck it. I’m asking him to dance.”

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

“Hey.”

The boy turns around, pretty little face tilted upwards so he can see Tony. His doe eyes widen, a light pink dancing across his cheeks.

“H-Hi.”

Tony grins, adjusting his grip on his solo cup.

“Saw you dancing. You’re pretty good. Mind if I join?” Tony asks.

The boy opens his mouth repeatedly.

“Sure. I’d like that, yeah.”

Tony takes the boy by the hand, spinning him around unexpectedly, earning a little squeak, and then a giggle.

“Can I get a name, sweetheart?” Tony hums, snaking his arm around the boy’s waist, swaying slightly to the music.

“Peter. Peter Parker.” He responds, placing his own hand over Tony’s.

“Pretty name fit for a pretty boy. I’m Tony.” He says softly, lips brushing against the top of Peter’s ear.

“I know.” Peter breathes, earning a deep chuckle from Tony.

They dance for a while, Peter swaying his hips and rubbing the arms wrapped around his waist.

Tony doesn’t know if he wants Peter to feel his growing boner or not.

“Hey Pete, you wanna get out of this joint?” He asks huskily, running his hands along Peter’s hips.

Peter laughs.

“Yes please.”

Jesus freaks out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

“Yes Tony, harder, please,” Peter moans, knuckles white as he grips the IKEA bed sheets tighter.

Tony groans as he pounds into Peter’s ass, fingers pressing into the boy’s bare hips.

Peter’s moans grow louder as Tony nails his prostate, little ah, ah, ahs falling from his kiss-swollen lips.

“Fuck, Pete, I’m close.” Tony grunts, thrusts becoming shallower as he chases his release.

“Me too.” Peter manages to moan.

Tony reaches over to stroke Peter’s little cock, and within a few pumps he’s spilling all over Tony’s hand, his tight hole fluttering around Tony’s cock. This triggers his own orgasm Tony collapses over Peter’s back as he catches his breath. Once they’re both at a normal breathing rate, Tony pulls out and takes off the condom.

“Wow.” Peter breathes, sprawled out on the bed, soft curls sticking to his forehead.

Tony chuckles as he rustles through his drawers and grabs two pairs of his boxers, one for him and one for Peter. When he’s semi-clothed, he wordlessly slips the boxers over Peter’s lean legs.

“There.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to Peter’s sweaty forehead.

“‘M glad I came tonight. Not much of a party person.” He slurs as Tony flops down on the bed next to him.

“No parties, huh? What do you do then, write horoscopes? Smoke weed?”

Turning back she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

Peter giggles.

“I dance.”

Piano man he makes his stand

In the auditorium

“Really?” Tony asks, brushing a few damp curls off of the boy’s forehead.

“Yup.” He replies, popping the p.

“Makes sense. You’ve got the body for it.”

Looking on she sings the songs

The words she knows, the tune she hums

Peter closes his eyes and raises his hands above his head, pretending to dance.

“I love it. It’s my thing, you know?” He says quietly, keeping his eyes closed.

“I get it.” Tony responds, stroking his soft cheek with one finger.

“Why’d you come to this party, then?” Tony asks, peppering kisses down Peter’s smooth neck.

“My boyfriend broke up with me last week. I’ve been in bit of a funk.”

Tony stops his kisses.

Peter’s eyes fly open.

“Shit, Tony, that doesn’t mean anything!” He says frantically, sitting up in the bed.

“I don’t usually do this. Fuck, that doesn’t sound any better.” He rubs his face with his hands. “I thought we had like, a connection, yeah? That sounds stupid, I’m an idiot. I’ve never gotten this one night stand thing down.”

“Pete.”

Tony moves Peter’s hands away from his face.

“This doesn’t have to be a one-night stand.” He says softly, running his thumb over Peter’s knuckles.

“It doesn’t?” The boy asks, cocking his head to the side. He looks like a puppy, eyebrows raised and eyes wide.

“No.” Tony says.

He laughs, lying down on the bed. Peter follows suit, so close to Tony that their noses almost touch.

But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

“C’mere.” Tony huffs, wrapping his arms around Peter, coaxing the boy to rest his head on his broad shoulder. Peter melts into the touch, intertwining his long legs with Tony’s.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day today

“I’ll be seeing you again, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Hold me closer tiny dancer

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day today

#starker #starker fic #starker song fic

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marvelgbt-posts · 5 years

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Hey (I can't remember if I already requested this. If I did sorry!!! I have a shit short-term memory.) Can I get the NSFW Alphabet with Peter Parker? (Him preferably a top please?) Again, if I already requested this sorry!❤😂

When I say ‘school’, I mean college. So feel free to imagine whatever your guys’ ages are, just pretend it’s 18+

Also, please don’t request bottoms. It’s really hard for me to imagine bottoms because I’m not a bottom myself, and I don’t wanna slip up when it comes to portraying bottoms or feel like I need to publish something I’m not proud of. But since this is one of the first times I’ve gotten a bottom request (aside from that once Thor ff I tried to do) then I’ll attempt (again).

*not edited*

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

Cuddles. For. Days. Can’t go through aftercare without cuddles. Honestly is this even questionable?? If you don’t cuddle after sex, the relationship isn’t gonna last much longer. Sry bubs. But he’ll make sure the both of you get some clothes back on and wash up a bit. but don’t steal his shirt cause the boy will literally die inside and he just can’t handle it and oh no look there’s another boner

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

Thighs. Skinny, chubby. Pale, dark. Smooth, stretch marks. He loves everything and anything about your thighs. (Okay but I’m super self conscious about my thighs so I know some of you are. Lemme just say: all your thighs are gorgeous)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

LLLoVES to cum on you. He’s afraid to cum in you, but anywhere he can see and maybe even snap a quick photo is just 😤👌 for him.

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

Stockings, maybe? Probably. He’d love to see you in some stockings totally not spidey stockings whaaat???

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The first time, you had to kinda lead him into what he had to do. He was vvvery inexperienced. But after a while, he got used to it and boyyy you gotta get yourself some of whatever he drank to make him that good at sex. Like, damn. It makes you worried, how the hell did he practice. It gets him flustered every time tho, hearing you tell him how good he made you feel.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything that he can be close to you. Doesn’t matter which way you face, just something he can stay close to you. Like missionary or speed bump (I had to look up positions I’m—)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A little bit of both. He likes to make fun of you and you like to make fun of him for some minor things, without hurting each other feelings of course, but it’s like a 50/50 between sexy and downright hilarious.

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

He doesn’t grow a lot of hair on his own, but when he does he shaves it because he feels there isn’t enough to be considered attractive.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He can be romantic, heated, or playful. Depending on what causes you two to end up making gaybies.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I have no idea wth to write for these I’m so sorry

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed. He’s a simple man. Although once you did do it in a chair while he tried to play video games. That was... entertaining.

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

Anything sensual you do will turn him on. A lip bite, fluttering your eyes, exposing your neck. Even if it’s not intentional, it’ll get lil Parker Jr. standing right up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He absolutely cannot bring himself to hurt you or himself. Maybe a few slaps to the butt but nothing too hard. Face slaps? Nope. Whips? Uh-uh. Choking? Can’t do it. It’ll take months of pestering before he gives in. Some he enjoys, some he can’t go through.

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

Likes giving and receiving. He’ll moan so hard when you deep throat him, but oh no it’s your turn so get ready for a lot of teasing.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the day, honestly. He’ll do whatever pace you want him to.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Down for a quickie so long as it isn’t at school or a place that’ll embarrass either of you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He isn’t the riskiest of people. Maybe he’ll try doing some dirty stuffs at school every few months, but he’s too anxious that someone’s walk in on you two during a moment so sacred. He may be the top but he’s still a worried boyo.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

He has a pretty high stamina; will go for as long as you want him to.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys!! Never in his life!! Perish the thought!!

he maybe has a few ‘gifts’ that you give him that are from Tony since he thought Peter was the bottom in your relationship.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. He wants to rile you up so much that you become desperate and pleading. It makes it better for the both of you ;)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is very breathy and quiet when he’s pounding into you (asdfghkdjjs) and occasionally he lets out a growl or a small moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Please dance on his lap. He wants it so bad.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s average. Maybe a little bit bigger than average. A solid 6, and pretty thick too. (Omg wtf I’m disgusting)

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

Very high. After being bitten, Peter not only has superhuman abilities and strength, but also his hormones go through the roof.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter falls asleep rather quickly, but that’s after all the aftercare and praise.

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ughseoks-main · 6 years

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Snapshot - [Prologue]

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: A mysterious girl with a special power ends up on the Avengers’ front doorstep after running from Hydra. A boy with chocolate brown eyes and a heart of gold vows to protect her at all costs.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Series Masterlist

Word count: 500

a/n: prologue to my new series! hope you all enjoy & be sure to give me some feedback!

Just keep running.

You breathed harshly as you sprinted through the streets of Manhattan. Rain cut against your face as thunder rumbled overhead. Your shoes slapped the wet pavement, splashing dirty water onto the cuffs of your drenched skinny jeans. Wind came gusting through the narrow alleyway you were navigating, causing your hood to fly backwards, leaving your hair exposed to the onslaught of heavy droplets falling from the sky.

If you stop, they’ll catch you.

Nothing but the need to reach your destination mattered to you as you continued to power through the narrow alleyways. The knowledge that you’d be tortured and killed if caught rang true in your head as you pushed your body to the limit.

Almost there; don’t stop.

The boding shadow of the tower reaching up to touch the dark rain clouds appeared in your line of sight as you turned a sharp corner, your sneakers squeaking as you pivoted. You took a shaky breath and pushed your legs as hard as they would go, feeling the burn of exhaustion travel up your calves and through your thighs.

Ignore the pain. Keep running.

Your eyes never left the doors of the compound as you ran the final stretch to safety. The doors swung open as you barreled through, headed straight for the elevator. You didn’t even register the sound of the receptionist’s voice yelling at you to stop as you smashed your finger into the up button.

Come on, come on, come on!

Slipping in as soon as you heard the elevator ding, you pressed the button for the floor you knew he would be on. Most people wouldn’t have remembered that number; it was told to you years ago when you received your assignment. But you? You remembered everything.

When the doors opened, you were met with unfamiliar brown eyes and chocolate colored curls. Finally able to stop running, you began to notice the sharp pain in your side and head. Your legs were like putty beneath you after exerting yourself for so long in an attempt to reach your destination alive.

“G-get T-T-Tony,” you whimpered, shivering and gripping the side of the elevator to prevent yourself from falling to the floor.

The boy watched with wide eyes as you clutched your side and the blood trickled from your forehead to mix with the cool droplets of rain on your cheeks. He had no idea whether or not to trust the beaten and bruised stranger before him. As far as he knew, she could be a spy, but something about her told him that wasn’t the case.

“P-p-please,” you whispered, looking up at him pleadingly, “T-they’ll kill me.”

After seeing the desperate and broken look in your young eyes, he knew you were telling him the truth. “Mr. Stark, there’s somebody here that needs to see you,” he shouted over his shoulder, never once taking his eyes off of you.

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newbyimagines · 5 years

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Moonstruck Part 9

Brett Talbot x Mermaid!reader

Summary: After the scrimmage and the attempts on your lives you encounter more of Beacon Hills population.

Master List

Part 1

Part 8

You heard other shouting and yelling you were able to pick out a few words like kill and other things you were not appreciative of.

“I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.” His eyes glowed blue unlike Brett’s they had a cold color.

“Hey Doc I don’t think he’s breathing.”

3rd person P/O/V

“Do you hear that?” Stiles put his ear near Brett to listen to what he was muttering.

“Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth.” Deaton piped up after he listened for a few moments.

“Satomi.” Derek and Peter said looking at each other.

Peter soon after left probably because he didn’t really care all that much.

“Okay doc what about her? She’s not looking to good.” Stiles pointed at the girl who had collapsed next to Brett on the floor.

Stiles stopped in a few seconds to look at the bizarre manifestation on the table. Derek and Deaton were helping Brett into a back room so he could rest after the Wolfbane.

“Derek, Deaton I think you should come look at this.” They both walked in as Stiles asked to see the girl there, with a tail. Not an animal tail but a mermaid tail.

“Well that’s new even for me.” Derek piped up from beside Deaton.

“I guess hospital is not an option.” The girl started to move

Your P/O/V

You woke up on a cold metal table pushing yourself up on your elbows. Looking down you could see your tail hanging off the edge of the table and beyond it three curious sets of eyes.

“Where am I? Where’s Brett?” You were ready to try and fight your way out if you had to.

“Okay calm down, we’re here to help.”

“How is doing this helpful?” You gestured towards your tail. You reached a hand out and used your powers to dry off.

“Where is Brett?” You lowered your voice in an attempt to sound slightly more intimidating.

“Brett’s in the other room recovering.”

“Look we only know about Brett because of the deadpool.” The one with the broad shoulders and dark hair walked towards you. “My name is Derek. I’m a werewolf too. I was born a werewolf.”

“Like Brett,” you muttered under your breath. “And you’re sure he’s safe here?”

“Yes he will be. We need to make sure you’re okay you hit your head pretty bad and lost a lot of blood.”

“Let me see Brett first.”

“I never asked what is your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” You looked over to the other side of the room where Derek and Stiles were having a very animated conversation.

“Some very special abilities you have there. In all my years of interacting with the supernatural I have never meet a mermaid.”

“We’re not as rare as you might imagine. Most of us live in the sea, well born mermaids that is. I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and this happened.”

“That’s very unusual.” Derek walked over to you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We need to find the rest of Brett’s pack to worn them.”

“I’m sorry I don’t know much actually. I actually just transferred to Devenford a few days ago. I found out about Brett on accident I don’t know much other than he called his Alpha Satomi.”

“Alright I’ll figure something out if he doesn’t wake up soon.”

“Can someone drive me back to the place the game was my car is there.” You looked around for your phone. “Has anyone seen my phone? It was in my purse.”

“You didn’t have a purse on you when we found you passed out in the locker room.”

You quickly dialed her number and she picked up immediately.

“Brett thank god. What happened? Where are you? Wheres Y/N? Are you alright?”

“Lori calm down it’s me I am with Brett.” You heard her let out a sigh of relief.

“Are you still at the other school?”

“Well Brett was my ride so yeah and I have your purse you left it in the bleachers.”

“Okay I will meet you there in a few minutes.” You hung up and put Brett’s phone back in his bag. You walked past the rest of the guys to the room where Brett was asleep.

“Alright who is bringing me back to my car my friend is waiting for me.” For some reason you had the urge to protect Lori with your life. With that it included her secret.

“What are you? Actually better question who are you?” You turned so you were facing him as he drove, slightly erratically, towards the high school.

“My name is Stiles,” He looked over at you as you gave him a stern look. “I’m human.”

“You do know i’m supposed to kill any land people who find out about me right?”

“Land people?”

“You live on land so thus you are a land person. Why should I trust you?”

“For one I helped save you and your dickhead of a boyfriend's life from an assassin tonight.” You started laughing and put your hands to your face to try and muffle the sound.

“You think me and Brett are dating? You did hear the part when I said I just transferred here a few days ago correct?”

“Then why did you freak out so much when you were both injured huh? You practically dragged your half conscious body to his before passing out on the floor, partly on top of him I might add.”

“Um…” You didn’t want to mention Lori because then she could be at risk as well but you definitely didn’t want the to think you would date Brett, especially because he was cute. Annoying and a bit hyperactive but he was definitely cute. “I was worried he’s one of my only friends here, can’t make a whole lot of friends when about half your life is keeping a secret.” He pulled up into the parking lot next to your car, the only car left at this hour. You pushed open the creaky metal doors as you saw Lori rushing towards you. You looked up at her and kinda signaled for her to stay hidden in the shadows for now and she seemed to understand.

He sat in the car almost waiting for you to leave but Lori had your keys. You walked over to the gas cap and pulled out your spare so you could unlock the doors.

You got inside and he waved at you before pulling out of the lot. Lori was in the passenger seat in an instant.

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geekiary · 2 years

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To be honest after Endgame, MCU kind of lost its appeal to me and now I just following it passing, not as religiously as before. Even their series in Disney+ I just watched it in the background while doing something else so at least I know the general story even though I don't know any details. Because, you know, after dedicating my fandom life for around a decade for MCU, it's a little weird to immediately stop consuming their medias. So I did watched Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, but it just feels like another MCU movies.

I do like the appearance of America Chavez, Captain Carter, Mr. Fantastic, Professor X and Maria Rambeau as Captain Marvel though.

Also, watching how Captain Carter fights in this movie, and comparing her to how she fights in Agent Carter series and to Steve Rogers as well, I can't help but agree with that theory that Peggy is the one who taught Steve how to fight. Because their fighting style is very similar. Steve was a skinny kid with big guts but I don't think he knew how to properly fight. Peggy is the one with military background. It makes sense.

What I do love from this movie is Wanda. Elizabeth Olsen's performance is outstanding. I do understand why she turns this way though. She has lost everything, her brother, her lover, his kids (despite circumstances), no wonder she turns to be a supervillain. And a very strong one on top of that. I'm kinda on her side -- just I'm on Magneto's side if in this universe he is really her father :p

After the last two MCU movies though, I wonder whether Stranger has developed a strong feeling of annoyance towards teenagers? After the whole Peter Parker fiasco, now America Chavez? Give the guy a break 😅

#movie #review #doctor strange #multiverse of madness

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cuddly-possum · 7 years

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Chocolate Chip Cookies and Not So New Neighbors - Yoongi x Reader

Prompt: What do you mean you’ve lived here for 5 years, I’ve never seen you in my entire life and I’ve lived here for 4 years, are you telling me that I baked you these cookies for nothing?

Yoongi x Reader, Neighbor!AU

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You were a simple normal human being.

You enjoyed the small irrelevant things in life such as the smell of coffee beans brewing in the morning or the way the colors of the sunset filtered through your bedroom window on the fifth floor basking your bedroom in beautiful colors and you weren't much for going out. You preferred to stay home and binge watch your favourite anime or show instead of going out and wasting energy on over-pricey dates. You lived with your brown ball of fluff named Jungkook,who was the light of your life and you practically lived for him and everyday was a daily routine with small special moments in between and that's how you liked to live your life

Simple and easy.

That is until one fateful morning you had caught sight of a blue haired male, who you had never seen before in the four years you had been a resident in your apartment complex.

You had to admit to yourself that the guy was quite good looking and he seemed about the same age as you,well you thought he was. All you saw from him when you hurried out of your apartment one late morning was a messy mob of bright blue hair, an oversized worn gray sweater,black ripped skinny jeans, converse and a pair of headphones hung around his slender neck and you froze in surprise at the new and unfamiliar sight. You practically knew everybody in your apartment complex, so the presence of the grumpy looking male was quite a surprise. A pleasant surprise.

Before you could have done anything, the male had already entered the elevator and made no attempt to stop the doors from closing as you speed walked towards the elevator hurriedly. The doors shut right in front of your face and with a huff,you pressed the button in annoyance, forced to wait another minute longer than necessary since you wanted to complete your grocery shopping soon as possible.

And here you were,in the kitchen with a curious Jungkook on the counter sniffing at all the baking ingredients and you putting all three of your cooking class' skills into baking cookies for the new neighbor. You decided to be a nice person for once and was currently making a batch of chocolate chip cookies all the while making sure Jungkook didn't eat something toxic or fell of the counter.

"I feel stupid, Jungkookie." You murmured softly as you mixed the batter in a bowl. It wasn't uncommon for you to talk to your bunny as if he was a real human being and his reactions convinced he wasn't just a dumb bunny. Jungkook looked up at you with those huge black eyes that seemed to sparkle permanently and his cute pink nose twitched delicately as he stared at you intensely. Jungkook was known for his weird staring but it didn't freak you out like it did when you first got him.

"I just…" You sighed and glanced down at the bowl with a frown tugging on your lips as your timid personality began to show,"Doesn't this feel stupid? Baking cookies for a fucking stranger. I feel like a try hard creep." You confessed to your familiar.

Jungkook kept on staring at you for a while before he hopped forward and gently nuzzled your arm,giving it a few licks and you giggled at his strange but cute behavior.

"Aw,thank you Kooks. You're just too cute." You said and gently petted his small head before you retracted and continued baking but with new confidence. Your bunny boy always knew what to do to cheer you up.

A hour and forty five minutes later, you finished baking the cookies and fitted them snuggly in a basket on a cloth and proceeded your way to his front door which was conveniently a few doors down from yours. You stood in front of door number 216 and grasped the handle of the basket tightly while chewing your bottom lip as you tried to summon the courage to knock on the door. Finally after receiving a weird look from one of the residents on your floor as they walked past and realising you stood there like an idiot for five minutes, you hesitantly lifted your hand and knocked on the door twice. You stood there and nervously patted your hand on the side of your leg as you glanced up and down the hallway whilst waiting for him to open the door. No response came and you knocked again after a few seconds but this time louder and retracted your hand with a huff of annoyance.

You actually wasted your time and energy on baking for this little shit,the least he could do was open the door on the first knock. After a minute passed, you felt your short temper get even shorter and you banged on the door with a loud, “BRUH, open your door!”.

You waited and waited before you grabbed the door handle and shook the door and rattled the handle whilst kicking the door and giving it a few good bangs in between. You heard foot shuffles on the other side and muttered a 'finally' under your breath before the door clicked open and the familiar mess of blue hair appeared but this time, it was accompanied with a death glare.

"What the fuck do you think you are banging on my goddamn door? If I don't answer the first time do you think I would sure as hell answer the second? Goddamn get a hint woman." The man grumbled in irritation as he glared at you but you just rolled your eyes, unfazed at his anger.

"Well excuuuusee me Mr. Shitty Attitude, why don't you put a sign on your door next time you're on your period so that people would avoid you? Not that anyone would even have a valid reason to talk to somebody like you." You muttered the last part under your breath but loud enough so that he could hear you.

The man rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at you.

"What the fuck you want dickhead?" He growled and you ignored his insult with another eyeroll before you practically shoved the basket full cookies in his face which he swatted away with a scowl.

"Rude." You said and returned his glare.

"What are those?" The grumpy looking male asked and eyed the basket of cookies with apprehension as if you sneakily hid a bomb in there somewhere or a poisonous spider ready to bite him if his hand got too close.

With another exaggerated eyeroll that would have made Peter Hale proud, you thrusted the basket once again in his face.

"It's chocolate chip cookies. You know? Crunchy circle shaped pieces of batter and sugar and milk with smaller pieces of chocolate in? Ever heard of those?" You asked sarcastically and enjoyed the flash of annoyance and frustration on the blue haired male's face.

"I know what chocolate chip cookies are." The male growled out between grit teeth and you smirked.

"Good. These are for you." You said and gave him a sweet closed eye smile.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" He asked and you rose an eyebrow at the look of disbelief and confusion on his face.

"What? Hard to believe anyone actually cared enough to bake you cookies?" You teased and smiled when he glared at you.

"No. You literally banged on my door for fifteen minutes straight, insulted me and now you're giving me a batch of probably poisoned chocolate chip cookies? What are you? A psychopath?" The man accused and you shook your head with a grin,completely unaffected by his rudeness and swearing.

"Nope." You said,popping the 'p',"I'm just a highly complexed human being who enjoys long romantic walks to her fridge."

The male stared at you for a mere second before he said,"Yeah,I'm not dealing with this shit today." and began closing his front door.

You panicked and quickly shoved your foot in his doorway before the door fully closed and it acted as a decent door stopper. The guy gave you a 'really?' look and you smiled nervously at him.

"Look," You started,"I'm just some normal girl who decided to be nice enough to bake a batch of cookies for her new neighbor so will you please except them?" You begged and the blue haired male gave you a confused look.

"I'm not new." He said and you frowned at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" You asked and the male sighed before leaning his head on the wall,seeming tired from all the amount of talking he did.

"I mean," he said,"I've been living here for five years."

You mouth dropped open in disbelieg and you stared at him in shock. Never in the four years you've been living here had you ever seen the male. He had to be lying. It was your hair, wasn't it?

"Dude,what do you mean you’ve lived here for five years, I’ve never seen you in my entire life and I’ve lived here for four years!" You exclaimed before you looked down at the basket full of chocolate chip cookies in dismay,"Are you telling me that I baked you these cookies for nothing?" You asked in disappointment.

The male shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah,basically." He mused and smirked at the crushed look on your face and the exaggerated sound of disbelief you made.

"Good luck with eating all those cookies." He said before shutting the door in your face before you could stop him.

Heaving a big sigh,your shoulders slumped and you questioned yourself when did you become so old that you had missed a resident of five years in your complex. And the fact of how the fuck where you going to eat all these cookies alone. You were definitely not going to give Jungkook some. With another dejected sigh,you made your way to your own apartment and continued to binge your favourite season of Teen Wolf with your brown fluff ball by your side.

~BONUS~

Yoongi sighed as he walked through his hallway the morning after the weird encounter with the mood swinging female, headphones hung around his neck and not ready to work on the new song with Namjoon.

He opened his front door and took a step forward only to bump into something and nearly tripped his ass off in the middle of the hallway. Luckily with a few glances left and right, he could confirm that nobody saw the dignity reducing near accident and he glanced down at the object that nearly made him break his nose.

A basket was laying in front of his open door and Yoongi recognized it as the basket the crazy psychopathic lady had almost hit him in the face with yesterday.

With a huff of annoyance,Yoongi picked up the basket and closed and locked his front door before he made his way to the elevator, deciding that sharing the cookies with Namjoon did [italics] not make him a softie. He was just a considerate friend.

He also wouldn't admit that he nearly moaned out loud when he tasted the chocolate chip cookies in the private confines of the elevator. They were surprisingly delicious.

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The Prison I Call Home [Regulus Black - Marauders Era]

♥ PROMPT ♥ [Requested by sectumsempra-beaches] Helloooo!!! I was kinda wondering if you could do a Regulus Black x Hufflepuff!reader?? :p where She/He is friends with the Blacks since a young age (reader is of regulus's age) and when she/he goes to hogwarts she/he is torn between the two brothers. but then later on sirius gets to know about her/his crush on regulus and with the marauders' help tries to set the two up because "someone needs to pull regulus out of that insane prison I called home!" keep writing btw! I love your stuff!! <3 <3 ♥ A/N ♥ Words cannot describe how much I love this request. The Marauders Era is my FAVORITE era to write about. I adore everything about it, and Regulus deserved better. So, so, so much love for Regulus. Also, so sorry but I made the reader female instead of gender neutral! I find that I’m a better writer when I use third-person, haha, and I wanted to use a female reader as I myself am female. Anyways, thank you for the request, darling, and I hope I do it justice! And thank you so much; you’re too kind :) Have a great day, lovely! ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff, Angst ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 2180

The L/N family had always been great friends with the Blacks. Y/N’s first memory regarding the Blacks was of Regulus, the youngest, defending her against his cousin Bellatrix when she shot a nasty jinx at her and called her a Squib. He was her age, and was an absolute sweetheart—though, his brother Sirius would definitely disagree. Y/N couldn’t remember a time when Regulus wasn’t around, protecting her from verbal onslaughts and physical attacks alike, or talking with her about the great things to occur when they went to Hogwarts.

“We’ll always be friends, won’t we, Reg?” she had asked the night before her eleventh birthday, giving Regulus a hopeful look. He smiled at her. It was this special smile, one he only ever reserved for her.

“Of course,” he’d told her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Who else am I going to share Chocolate Frogs with?”

Sirius was always on her case, ranting on and on about how Regulus was a bad influence. He was completely adamant on believing that Walburga and Orion were going to have Regulus grow up to be a Death-Eater, one of Lord Voldemort’s servants. However, Y/N knew exactly the kind of person Regulus was—and he definitely was not a killer. He was just scared, a feeling that she knew all too well.

After Sirius went to Hogwarts, a letter was sent to the L/N house a week later to inform Y/N and her parents that he’d been sorted into Gryffindor. The letter was angry and long, and it scared Y/N half to death. Bellatrix and Narcissa were always teasing and taunting her, saying that Y/N was destined to be a Hufflepuff. Knowing the absolute fury Walburga planned to rage against Sirius the moment he returned home, Y/N was afraid that she awaited the same fate.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Y/N’s mother had said, clicking her tongue at the letter. “Poor Sirius.”

“I’m sure he’s to expect a Howler within a fortnight,” her father added. He turned to run a hand through Y/N’s hair, giving her a gentle, reassuring smile. “Times like this, I honestly don’t know what to think of Walburga.”

Though she still thought her parents to disown her, she went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff. Her parents hadn’t been the least bit surprised; they’d expected it, due to your shy, kind nature. Walburga and Orion weren’t supportive at all, but it wasn’t their child, so they kept their comments to themselves. Regulus was only disappointed that she was in a different house; he didn’t really care for her being in Hufflepuff, though he still made the occasional joke. He was never malicious though, unlike his cousins who decided to continue their teasing and taunting like the childish gits that they were.

Sirius was afraid for her. Though Y/N had never been close to him as she was with Regulus, Hogwarts changed that. He was just like Regulus—always challenging the arseholes that jinxed her and called her a “Mudblood stuck in a Pureblood’s body.” He was like the older brother she never had while Regulus was someone so much more than that. Still, she valued the two more than she cared to admit—but this ultimately led to her being torn between the two.

Y/N and Sirius became best friends, but she never once mentioned to him the love that she was slowly developing for his younger brother. Quite frankly, no one did—but she were perfectly content to revel in her silent feelings. Even when she drifted from him, even when he felt like she cared more for Sirius than him, she had to keep her feelings contained, quiet. She was afraid that Regulus would laugh in her face, thinking her fancy to be a gag.

However, neither Y/N or Regulus knew that Sirius was completely aware to both of their silent fancies. And he was going to get the two of them together if it was the last thing he did.

“It’s their sixth year, for Merlin’s sake,” he complained to James, Peter, and Remus, who were also completely aware of the two’s skinny love, “They should be confessing instead of behaving like a bunch of little shy gits.”

James was amused, but he himself was suffering through the same spell of lovey-dovey woe. “Mate, this isn’t any of our business. They’ll… eventually get it all out in the open.”

“What? When Regulus is already a Death-Eater and Y/N’s been killed by his lord?!” Sirius snapped, his fuse bursting into a shortage.

“You should calm down, Sirius. Like James said, we shouldn’t meddle in it,” Remus said meekly. He was just as aware of Sirius’s temper and he didn’t want to be at the receiving end.

Sirius gave the two a furious glare. “We are the meddling type! Everything’s our business!” he shouted. Peter, who sat in the corner nibbling on a Cauldron cake, jumped from the volume. “I just.. I know that Y/N’s been going through a rough time lately. She’d do with some happiness, and Regulus makes her happy.”

His friends were stricken speechless. They’d never seen Sirius so adamant on something. He was a compassionate fellow, but never to the point of wanting to do something kind for anyone that wasn’t a Marauder. The surprised looks on their faces was enough confirmation to Sirius on their agreement to the plan.

“Let’s get to it, then,” Sirius said determinedly. - - - - - - -

Y/N was busy scribbling away on an essay for Potions in the Hufflepuff common-room when Sirius, James, and Remus suddenly waltzed through the chamber-door. She looked at them, suspicion clear in her eyes upon seeing three of four Marauders at the door.

“Why are you here?” she asked, regarding them curiously. “You haven’t got some Professor chasing you, now do you?” When she’d given them the password the day before, she hadn’t expected them to come so soon. Y/N had been expecting Sirius to come alone, hooking up with some no-name girl in his year, but here he was with his Marauder-friends. What’s going on?

Sirius smiled and nudged James and Remus. They all took a seat, making it seem like a rather-creepy rendition of a black-and-white movie. Simultaneous, and choreographed to perfection. “We’ve come to see if you’d like to go to a party in the Room of Requirements tonight.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up before she glanced down to the pack of homework in her hands. Her eyebrows were knitted together when she glanced back up. “I’ve got quite a bit of homework,” she told them. “How long is the party?”

James now took the lead. He leaned forward, grinning at her like a crazed chipmunk. “Just an hour or two. It’s a small party.”

“Will Regulus be there?” she asked hopefully, looking between the Marauders.

James, ever-so-subtle, turned to look at Sirius and Remus. “This is going much better than I thought,” he said aloud. Sirius nudged him hard enough to leave a bruise, throwing him a deadly glare.

Y/N was confused. She looked to Sirius for an answer, but he simply shrugged. “You’re a Hufflepuff,” he said, like that was the answer to solve everything. “You and parties… don’t mix.”

“He’ll be there,” Remus said with a smile. “We already asked him.”

A smile lit up her face, and she looked to the floor, blushing lightly. “Well… that’s quite alright, then.”

“Starts at 8, love! Don’t be late,” James said, grinning madly. Sirius and Remus had to drag him back through the Hufflepuff common-room’s door, with several oblivious Hufflepuffs staring after them with wide eyes. Y/N was too caught up in a daydream about Regulus to bother seeing them off. - - - - - - - - -

At 8 o’clock sharp, Y/N was outside the wall leading to the Room of Requirements, dressed in a pair of flouncy trousers and a dark-blue blouse. The Marauders had forgot to inform her what to think of when outside the invisible door, so she decided to just stand there and wait for someone to come by.

“Sirius? James? Remus?” she called out after a while, hoping there’d be someone to hear her. “It’d be kinda nice if you finally opened the bloody door…” Already she was beginning to grow suspicious, wondering where the hell everyone was if this was meant to some sort of sodding party. Y/N was on the brink of just leaving to avoid the entire situation. Sirius could blow a bloody gasket sometime tomorrow, but now, Y/N was just so embarrassed—

A strangled yelp cut her from her own thoughts. She whirled around, looking in every direction for the source of the sound, but she couldn’t find anything. “Wicked,” she muttered, but it was anything but.

Suddenly, before she could investigate, she was being pulled backwards through a door that had just appeared. After gasping and screaming herself into a bloody hoarse daze, she came face-to-face with Sirius Black. She stared at him, first in shock and horror and then in confusion.

“Sirius?” she choked out. Behind him, she could see Regulus, tied-up and laying limply on the floor like a rag doll. Remus and James were beside him, one looking a little anxious to get the hell out of there and another grinning manically, like a bloody circus-clown. “What—”

James pulled out his wand and muttered something. A burst of water spurt from the face of the wand, hitting Regulus directly in the nose. He spluttered, wiggling around like a worm. His eyes squinted upwards after he gained his composure, and he gave James and Remus the side-eye. “What—the—bloody—hell?” he breathed.

“Well, we’ll leave the two of you to your devices,” Sirius said cheerfully, pushing you in Regulus’s direction. James and Remus came up beside him, and with a flourish of legs and arms, the three were gone. Y/N ran quickly to Reg’s side.

“Oh my gosh,” she said frantically. “They told me they were having a sodding party!” She started to untie the binds around his wrists.

Regulus raised his eyebrows at her. “You believed Sirius?”

Y/N flushed bright-pink. “…The argument was believable. They’re always having parties.”

“Do they ever invite you to these so-called parties?”

“Well, no—”

“Then why the hell did you believe him?”

Y/N’s cheeks grew even brighter. “Well, t-they told me something, and I... I guess that made me forget to be suspicious.” She’d said too much, she realized. To forget her ignorance, she quickly finished untying the rope, leaving Regulus to be free of the binds on his wrists and feet.

“You could have used your wand, you know,” Reg was quick to point out, and Y/N just waved that off. “And what do you mean by that? The hell did those idiots tell you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said quietly, biting her lip like some schoolgirl. Technically, she still was.

Regulus smiled at her, reaching out to poke her in the shoulder. “You know I would, Y/N,” he said. He sounded so genuine that she didn’t have the heart to lie to him anymore.

“Well, Reg, they, uh, said… that, well, y-you’d be there. And I was hoping you’d be there, and so I just kinda forgot about how weird it was to see them there in the Hufflepuff common-room, and I don’t know—” She cut herself off and looked to the floor, too embarrassed to continue. She felt Regulus shuffle closer, and before she could look up and burst into a string of apologies for her awkward confession, he lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

His eyes were softer than she’d ever seen, full of something that she couldn’t name. “Y/N, I know we haven’t been as close lately as we usually are, and I suppose I only have myself to blame. This past year or so, I’ve been having these… feelings, and they’ve made it so awkward and tense when we’ve hung around one-another. And, well, I’d say it’s because… I fancy you, Y/N.”

She never thought she’d hear those words from Regulus’s mouth. Never, in a million years. She thought he seen her as a little sister—but this… no, she could hardly believe this was happening.

“Oh, Regulus,” she said, nearly in tears. Before either could process what was happening, she went forward and slammed her lips onto his. She grabbed a hand of his hair while she was it.

It was like fireworks went off the moment her lips touched Reg’s. She went from feeling nothing but false hope to knowing they were soul-mates—feeling it in his kiss. She was so caught up in the love she felt for this boy that she didn’t even notice the three Marauders in the left corner of the room, under James’s invisibility cloak and watching the scene with a smile.

“Someone needs to pull Regulus out of that prison we call home, and she’s perfect for the task,” Sirius said. His best friends had no other choice but to wholeheartedly agree.

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