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Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together
Part 1 Part 2
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Mission debrief:
Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?
Peter: *slowly raises hand*
Natasha: Don't worry you're still young
Peter: đ
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Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?
Clint: *points outside*
*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*
Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/
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Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?
Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke
Clint: No but it might... grow
Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them
Clint:
Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education
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2:34 am
Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*
Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*
Tony:
Sam:
Tony: Let's never speak of this?
Sam: Yep.
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Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory
Tony: Thank you thank you
Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS
Tony: Uh
Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE
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Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*
*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*
Tony: Oh come on. All of you?
*nodding*
Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time
Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*
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Bucky: Don't sit so close to me
Sam: Why, cause I'm black đ¤¨
Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat
Sam:
Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-
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During training:
Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*
Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that
Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*
Natasha: Seems like you already know how
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Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self
Clint: I'll take that bet
*7 minutes later*
Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!
Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-
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Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you
Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day
Bucky: What. How do you know about us.
Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...
Bucky:
Natasha:
Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation
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Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing
*Box is missing the last piece*
Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*
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Natasha: Kings
Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?
Natasha: Nada. Fives?
Bucky: Shit. Here
Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?
Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve
Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*
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Steve: Do you want to play catch?
Wanda: What?
Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?
Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about
Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?
Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me
Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*
Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures
Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?
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Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?
Steve: What did you just say about my chest...
Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.
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Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?
Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings
Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!
Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs
Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented
Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat
Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence
Bucky: God I hope so
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Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too
They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.
They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.
It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.
(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)
Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.
Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)
Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)
Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)
Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah
Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.
But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.
Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.
"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.
Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,â and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.
(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)
#the chronicles of narnia#narnia headcanons#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#helen pevensie#the pevensies#okay this did end up a little bittersweet at the end but I tried#let's all just focus on the high king falling off counters alright#and yes the siblings all picked up narnian swear words and i refuse to believe otherwise#i'm also suddenly wondering how much language drift there is in narnia#when the pevensies return in prince caspian are all the swear words/exclamations they learned outdated?#are they using the narnian equivalent of oh horsefeathers?#nova actually posts stuff#long post //#the higher the queuer#post lww pevensies#soft post lww headcanons
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Casual Study Dates | Peter Parker
(MCU) Peter Parker/Fem Stark Reader
Warnings - slightly suggestive
Summary - Avengerâs compound a usually busy place hustling with activity seems unusually quiet for the day. leaving y/n and Peter in a sticky situation (pun intended)
Word Count: 1,237
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Avengerâs Compound, a place thatâs usually bustling with activities and combat training sometimeâs has quiet days like this where super-powered humans who have insanely intense hearing can hear a pin drop from across campus. For you though being one of the youngest on the team you hated those days because it seemed as if everybody always wanted to see what you were up to. You werenât necessarily an avenger but you were extremely smart and helped out around the lab and worked on some Stark Industries projects with your dad every once and a while. And thatâs how you met Peter Parker and during those first two years of awkward conversations and study dates you two seemed to find some comfort in all that awkwardness.
âAre you nervous about MIT sending out their decisions soon?â Peter asked while getting comfortable on your bed while staring out at the beautiful city view.
âWhy would I be nervous Peter? Most of my family are MIT Alumni.â You said a bit cocky if you really think about it.
âI- know itâs just I figured maybe youâd be experiencing the same nerves I was. It was a stupid question nevermind sorryâ Peter stuttered out.
âYou donât have to be sorry Peter and you definitely donât have to worry my dad put in a good word about you. Youâre one hundred percent getting into MITâ You told him confidently.
You knew Peter was an anxious person and youâd do anything to take his nerves away.
âNow are we going to keep stressing about MIT or are we going to figure out these formulas that Bruce gave us to solve?â You asked while holding up the stack of papers labeled âTop Secret Formulasâ.
Peter nodded his head yes while lifting his body off your bed to instead sit on the edge of the bed closer to your desk where all of your work was scattered across your laptop.
âBut first I need to put some music on or else I wonât be able to focusâ You said before sliding the miscellaneous papers off your laptop.
âThatâs the Stark in you talking, how can you focus better with music blasting in your ears?â Peter asked while laughing.
âI guess you are right, that is a classic trait of my dads. But it just helps me focus better. I don't know, I can't explain it.â You turned on your playlist before flipping to the first page of the stack of formulas Bruce assigned you to solve.
Your speaker was loud but who cares itâs not like anyone cared or was listening everyone was off doing their own things. The first few songs were upbeat and fun but the farther you got into your playlist the more guilty pleasure songs started playing, but Peter didnât mind he was blocking out the music anyways so he could focus better on the formulas in front of him. What you didnât know was that Steve and Nat were standing outside your room listening.
âKnee deep where? doing what?â Steve said worriedly looking over at Nat.
âItâs just a song Steve stop being so old-schoolâ Nat smirked back at him.
âBut Peterâs in there with her, what if they arenât actually studying?â Steve asked as any worried uncle would.
âThe song is talking about having relations in the bathroom during dinner time, thatâs not appropriate Natâ Steve said firmly not accepting any excuse now.
Nat wasnât interested in continuing this conversation any further and started walking toward the living quarters where there sat Bucky, Clint, Bruce and of course Tony.
âWhatâs got you so tense Cap? Your boyfriends right here if you have to relieve some tensionâ Tony laughed making fun of Steve and Buckyâs unusual bromance.
âI think you should worry more about what your daughter and Peter are doing upstairsâ Steve said, crossing his arms.
âWhat? What are you talking about Cap? His vigilant ass better not be corrupting my innocent perfect daughterâ Tony angrily stated as his face turned a shade of red nobody expected.
âThey are listening to a song about having relations in the car and bathroomâ Steve said pointing upstairs to your room.
âAnd you didnât shut it down the moment you heard that? What kind of uncle are you?â Tony asked running up the stairs to take a listen for himself.
âOh my gosh the lyrics are filthy but it sounds so calming, how does an artist achieve that?â Tony muttered under his breath before harshly knocking on your bedroom door and bursting in unannounced.
âWhatâs going on here?â Tony yelled loudly only to be met with a view of you sitting at your desk and Peter sitting on your bed leaning against the headboard with a textbook and stack of papers sitting on his lap.
âWhat dad? We are busy figuring out the formulas Bruce gave us. Why the hell is everyone crowding outside my room?â You asked, pointing towards Steve, Bucky, Nat, Clint and Bruce all huddling in a circle outside your bedroom door.
âWell we heard the song you guys were listening to and were a bit concerned. You guys arenât acting on those lyrics are you? You guys better not be under my roofâ Tony questioned with a look of disgust on his face.
âWhat the hell are you going on about dad?â You asked looking over at Peter who looked like he'd seen a ghost.
âAre you guys having sexual relations?â Tony asked in disgust as your playlist suddenly skipped to the next song which would make your case even worse.
âHead so good, she's an honor roll sheâll ride your what like a carnival?â Tony repeated the lyrics.
âI am on the honor roll though, so itâs not entirely a lieâ You replied back smirking like a smartass.
âThis is not a laughing matter young lady, we are talking about something serious here, answer my question right nowâ Tony stated with a straight face not joking around anymore.
âYeah we are and what about it?â You said, shrugging your shoulders.
âY/n not in front of everybodyâ Peter said shyly.
âWho cares Peter they were going to find out sooner or later anyways, might as well just tell them nowâ You said looking back at everyoneâs shocked faces. As you looked past your father behind him stood Bucky handing Clint a ten dollar bill.
âYou guys had a bet going on about us?â Peter asked, looking back and forth between them but also keeping one eye on Tony just in case he might try to kill him.
âThis conversation is not over and from now on this door stays openâ Tony said sternly ignoring all the giggles and snarky remarks coming from his fellow avengers. Your playlist then starts playing a different song which lightens up the mood just a little.
âThis one has a dance to go along with it, watch H-O-T-T-O-G-O itâs like the YMCA'' You said while doing the dance.
âI like doing the YMCAâ Steve said, smiling now entering your room.
âOf course you do because you're ancientâ Peter said jokingly.
As you can expect you didnât think youâd be ending your day teaching Steve Rogers the Hot To Go dance however you wouldnât trade the quiet days at the compound for anything because at the end of the day youâre just one big family and you wouldnât trade them for the world.
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How much are we worth? | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: Sirius bets that James can't get a girl to go out with him. James pursues you and falls for you. You are hurt when you find out that you were just a bet, even more when you realise how little they bet on you.
Notes: A classic: Strangers to friends to lovers, Angst, Bet trope, Fluff and happy ending because yey, I believe in second chances :) Existence of a wardrobe that works like newt scamanders suitcase and SPeLLing Mistakes
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In hindsight, you should've known.
"Have you maybe considered giving up on her?" Remus' question caught James off guard when he returned to the marauders at the Gryffindor table after another failed attempt and rejection by Lily.
"Not until she's given me a chance at least," James responded, eyes trained on Lily's retreating figure. "Besides, this chasing game is sort of our thing now."
The marauders nodded sceptically.
"Not particularly the dynamic I'd want to have with the person I fancy," Peter whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. James shot him a look as if Peter had just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.
Sirius snorted out loud. "Dynamic my ass, yeah." He threw a piece of bread across the table in James' direction.
"He's stuck with Lily now because if he decides to chase some other poor girl and inevitably get rejected, it'll prove that James Potter just can't get some," he added, wearing a shit eating grin on his face.
James pulled a face at Sirius. "Oh please I can get girls. It's just that contrary to you, I actually show commitment to only one," he huffed.
Sirius shrugged. "You say that, but you've never even had a girlfriend. Been pining over Evans since first year. Besides, commitment or being stuck," he weighed his hands in the air. "Same same."
James rolled his eyes and got up. When he turned around, he crashed into someone who had been standing behind him, tripping her, and he sent her crashing into the Ravenclaw table behind him. The Ravenclaw sitting at that table ducked out of the way. She stuck her hands out to brace herself and loudly hissed when her hand ended up in someone's scalding soup.
"Godric, I am so sorry," James scrambled to offer her a napkin. She snatched it out of his hands and dried her hands. James saw that they were scorching red and more apologies stumbled out of his mouth.
"Let me help you get to madam Pomfrey," he offered, concern lacing his tone. He reached his hand out to her and she jerked away.
"Fuck off Potter, I'd rather take a bloody bath in boiling water than go anywhere with you." She spat, and left, hand pressed against her chest, covered by the napkin.
The commotion had everyone turn their heads at him and despite usually being a fan of being at the centre of attention, he embarrassedly sat down again.
"Guess really no girl wants to go anywhere with you, Prongs," Sirius snickered. James offered him a sour look.
"This was just because I literally burned her hand, Pads. Any other time, she would totally go out with me." James boasted, but guilt and concern for the girl who he didn't know, lingered in his mind.
"Right, you wanna bet?"
"The usual?"
"The usual."
They sealed the deal with a nod. Peter and Remus shared a look but they knew that was no use trying to tell them to stop it already. Remus thought back to the scowl on the girl's face and prayed that she would stay headstrong and reject James.
After all, Sirius and James were from wealthy families, so money has never actually played a role during these bets. Itâs just the principle of it that counts and is the reason why they only ever bet one galleon. It meant someone would get hurt.
The scowl on your face disappeared with the cool relief of the running water from the girls bathroom on your hand, but the bitter feeling remained when your mind wandered to James Potter. You scoffed to yourself. Arrogant, self pretentious, blood boiling bully. Though never having been a victim of their pranks, you lost several friends to Beauxbatons because of the maraudersâ cruelty.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror one last time and left for your Ancient Runes class where you walked to your designated seat next to Lily Evans. You two unsurprisingly got along. Though your personalities were nothing alike, you being rather reserved, you could both value each otherâs calm presence and even âmaturityâ to a certain degree.
She offered you a smile and you nodded at her in acknowledgement. âIâm embarrassed to ask this, but could I maybe share your book? I didnât have time to pick it up after lunch.â Lily gave you a surprised look but quickly assured you that you could to which you offered her a small but grateful smile.
She opened her mouth to tell you something, when something else, or rather someone else, caught her attention. Before he even reached the table, she had already attempted to ward him off in a monotone voice. âGo away Potter, Iâm not interested.â
âNot here for you, Lilypad,â he smugly said and stopped right next to you. Lily raised her eyebrows and looked at you with a concerned look. Without looking up from Lilyâs book, you also repeated Lilyâs words. âFuck off Potter, Iâm not interested either.â
âI havenât even said anythi-â
âAnd I donât want you to.â
âOkay, but here me out, I-â
âI. Donât. Want. You. To,â you pronounced every word clearly.
âCome on, just listen-â
You turned around, an incredibly sour look on your face. James couldnât help but admire you for a moment. You looked pretty, contorted face aside. Especially when you had smiled at Lily. It had caught him off guard.
âCan you spare me a second?â He tried again. For a second, he thought he saw a look of appreciation cross your face at his formulated words, but it was gone in a split second.
âNo. Class is starting, get back to your seat Potter,â you dryly responded. You turned back to your book and James walked back to his friends.
James potter was determined though, you had to give him that. You abruptly turned on your heels, ready to walk in the opposite direction, even if it would mean a detour of about 8 minutes to your destination. You were really not into his crap today.
âY/N!â James called out to you and chased you.
âI told you to call me by my last name. We're not friends, Potter. I donât want to be. In fact, I donât want anything to do with you. So, for Merlinâs sake, leave me alone, or I swear on his balls that I will hurt you.â You spat the last part out through gritted teeth and
James took a step back in surprise. He looked at you for a moment, carefully considering his next words. âL/N.â He settled on, voice quieter. When you didnât immediately walk off, he took it as a sign to continue. âI was wondering if you would allow me to sit next to you during our free period between Transfiguration and Potions.â
You raised you eyebrows.
âMy friends all took classes and thereâs like a two hour gap and I like company, thatâs all,â he hastily explained before you could go and reject him.
âWhat are you, six years old?â You sarcastically asked him. âCanât spend what, two hours on your own?â
Jamesâ eyes averted to the ground. âJust not enjoying being alone,â he mumbled, almost embarrassedly. You looked at him, great, now you were being an asshole yourself.
âYou know the big old wardrobe in the abandoned classroom on the seventh floor?â you eventually asked. Jamesâ eyes lit up and nodded.
âItâs bigger on the inside.â You said.
âA secret room?â He asked while trying to recall seeing an extra room on the map. You nodded. âNot even visible on your map because itâs not Hogwarts. A pocket dimension, Dumbledore said.â
Jamesâ jaw fell slack. âYou know about the map?â he whispered.
âYou can join me there between classes next week if you want, but I canât promise you that itâll be any different to passing the time on your own.â You said, completely ignoring him. You stopped in front of the library. âA word about the wardrobe and I swear-â
â-on Merlinâs balls that youâll hex me, yeah,â he waved you off with a triumphant smile.
âWitty, are you now.â You looked at him. A small smirk lingering on the corner of your lips. James heart skipped.
âJust one of the effects you have on me, darling,â he winked at you. âL/N,â he quickly corrected when your face fell into a scowl again.
âIâm not kidding though, this is my spot to get away from everything. I donât feel like sharing it with people.â James felt flattered. So you would share it with him?
âI solemnly swear I wonât tell,â he assured you, a serious expression on his face. âYou can trust me, L/N.â He cringed at his own words. Trust him? He was only talking to you to prove Sirius wrong.
âIâll hold you to it, Potter,â you nodded and entered the library. The door closed and James slouched against the wall next to him. A giddy feeling fluttered in his stomach at the thought of hanging out with you.
âSo what happened to rather bathing in boiling water than going anywhere with me,â James couldnât help but arrogantly ask while trying to keep up with your ridiculously fast walking pace as you two were on your way to the wardrobe. âIâm not going anywhere with you, youâre going somewhere with me,â you denied, your eyes narrowed at him. James put his hands up in mock surrender. âLead the way, L/N.â
âI am,â you deadpanned.
James sceptically looked at the oak wardrobe. He and his friends had rummaged through this room already. It included the wardrobe, but it had looked pretty normal.
âDoesnât look very special,â he said while you were busy locking the door behind you. You made your way over to James and pushed him out of the way roughly. He gaped at you with an offended look on his face. âYou know, being a bit more chivalrous wouldnât hurt you,â he exclaimed.
You shrugged and opened the door. James stared in amazement as he realised that the inside was in fact bigger. He walked to the wall that the wardrobe was standing against and squeezed his hand between the wall and the wardrobe.
âWhy are you so surprised?â you asked. âWe literally learned about the Extension charm yesterday?â
âWe did?â
Maybe hanging out with James Potter wasnât as terrible as you had expected it to be and so, it became a routine. James had finally realised that his persistence to flirt with you or try to impress you wasnât getting him anywhere and had opted to actually be considerate of you.
He respected you when you not so kindly told him to fuck off and was sitting next to you quietly while you studied between hours in the wardrobe. He had read the book that heâd seen you read in the courtyard- and was surprised to find himself interested in the story- so that he could talk to you about something when your demeanour told him that he could speak again. He stuck to calling you by your last name and learned to read your mood when he could joke around.
Most importantly, heâd learned to enjoy himself in a comfortable silence that didnât require him to do or say anything and just let him be.
You two were laying on the couch again, feet propped up, both on opposite sides, but feet touching in the middle. James was admiring you. The way your eyebrows crunched up in a frown, eyes squinted, and lips mouthing the words you were reading.
âYouâre careless with spelling, Potter.â You eventually looked up from correcting his assignment. âBut thatâs a brilliant essay.â
James beamed up at you, relief, pride and happiness all washing over him at once.
âAlso, you have a nice handwriting,â you added after considering whether or not you should mention it.
James was now fully grinning, pushing himself to sit up from his relaxed position. âTwo compliments?â he asked teasingly and you immediately huffed and looked away. âDonât let it get to your head, Potter. Itâs big as it is.â
âBut you think Iâm brilliant and that my handwriting is nice.â He repeated happily.
âYour essay was brilliant,â you attempted to correct him, but he seemed to be lost in happy thoughts. You looked at him. He had his arms up behand his neck because he had laid down again. He was grinning from ear to ear and his eyes squinted in delight and satisfaction. He looked so... harmless.
âYou know,â you began and James looked up at you, propping himself up a little in curiosity at the fact that you were starting the conversation for the first time.
âI used to think you were the biggest asshole ever. Astoundingly stupid and good for nothing but hurting people.â You were looking up at the ceiling now and missed the way James eyes flashed with mixed feelings.
âI had a few friends, you know. They were great, but everyone called them boring and a stick in the mud.â You turned your head towards James. âYou and the rest of the marauders used to tell us to âlighten up already,â and pranked us separately, one by one until all five moved schools.â
James looked down, feeling horrible and guilty. It was true that in his early years at Hogwarts, he and his friends had been going too far with pranks. That kind of stopped after that prank.
âSo Iâve held a grudge against you, like any good friend would do,â you smiled to yourself at the thought of your friends. âI think maybe I no longer have to.â James heart melted at your confession. Over the course of weeks, heâd become desperate for your approval and friendship.
âYouâve changed since then,â you concluded out loud. âNot cruel anymore.â You hesitated for a moment.
âJames?â You then asked and James looked up at you with wide eyes. He knew that this was the first time that youâd addressed him by his name instead of âPotterâ.
âYeah?â
âI really value our friendship,â you whispered. âItâs worth a lot to me.â
James heart both warmed and tightened. âItâs worth a lot to me too,â he whispered back.
âWhere were you,â Remus asked when he returned to the Gryffindor common room. âWe looked on the map, but we couldnât find you.â
âAnd we couldnât find Y/N either.â James fought the urge to correct them and say that they shouldnât use your first name like that. That he had worked for your friendship to stop calling you by your last name.
âDo I owe you a galleon now?â Sirius popped up from behind him. âWhat? No,â James said, thinking of another subject to talk about, wanting to ignore the existence of the bet in the first place.
âI was hanging out with Y/N,â he admitted. âBut because we're friends now.â
âYeah, but where were you hanging out?â Peter asked. âBecause we werenât allowed to leave Hogwarts today.â
âDid you find another secret passage?â Sirius gasped and James immediately shook his head to deny it. âOh come on, weâre your friends, you have to tell us!â
Remus watched James shift uncomfortably and tried to intervene. âLet him be, Padfoot.â Sirius wasnât having it though, and when James said that he promised not to tell, he responded with, âWhat, you value your fake friendship with that stick-up-her-ass girl more than us?â
âItâs not a fake friendship,â he weakly fought back. âDonât call her that.â
Sirius sighed. âIâm sorry Prongs. I didnât mean to call her that, hell I donât even know the girl, sheâs probably alright. But youâre keeping secrets, itâs not fair.â
You stared in disbelief at the marauder who wasnât James, having a hook-up in your wardrobe. When he noticed you in the entrance, Sirius merely held his hand up at you in a greeting. âThanks for letting me borrow this, this is the best spot for not getting caught.â
You backed away and slammed the door shut. James.
âPotter!â you yelled at him when you saw him leave the Gryffindor chambers. Your face was contorted in anger and you were seething.
He looked up at you, happy feeling in his chest and he was itching to show you the paper behind his back.
You stabbed your finger in his chest, effectively wiping the happy grin on his face off. âYou promised,â you hissed. James immediately knew what you were talking about. âIâm sorry, I had to tell him,â he tried to justify his actions and you scoffed. âFuck you,â you spat and walked off.
James stood there, frozen and stared at the empty spot in front of him. His arms hung by his side and he looked down at his essay which wore a big âOâ mark and right next to it in Professor McGonagallâs handwriting, âKeep this brilliant work up, Mr. Potter.â
James was watching you, sulking. He had made such progress and now it felt as if all those baby steps were for nothing, instead taking eight long strides back. You had closed yourself off again and James was too intimidated by your glares every time he walked in your direction, so he would change directions last minute every time you burned a hole through his head with your eyes.
âThis is so stupidâ he thought to himself when his body automatically steered him away from you again. He mustered up all of his courage and headed straight for you. He would rather face your wrath head on than go back to being strangers. Especially when tomorrow was free period again.
âIs it okay if I talk to you for a moment?â he asked, nervous.
You scanned him up and down. Everything about him looked remorseful, from his posture to dull eyes to his tone when he asked you if he could have a word. You waved at him to take a seat next to you, and he gratefully took the opportunity.
âIâm sorry. I swore I wouldnât tell and I did and I shouldnât have. I would go back in time and stop past me from telling Sirius, but I canât, but I also donât want to lose you because I meant what I said. This friendship is worth so much to me.â James took a deep breath. âSo please let me make amends?â he finished.
âOkay.â
James blinked. âOkay?â he dumbly repeated.
âThatâs what I said.â
âWait, so thatâs it? No grovelling? No conditions?â
âWould you like me to add conditions?â
âI mean..â James stuttered. âSure?â
âFine. Consider this your second chance , even though it technically is your third after your horrid behaviour towards my friends. Itâs also your last.â You said that last part sharply. âDo you accept those terms?â
James nodded in relief and agreed. It was only when he laid in bed at night that he realised that he shouldâve probably gotten clean on the matter of the bet right when he had the chance. He was on his last chance after all. But it would be alright. He would simply call off the bet and then it would be as if nothing ever happened. No one had to know, no one had to get hurt.
He waited after Transfiguration and grinned at you when you made your way to him. He had really looked forward to spending time with you again at your spot. Even if the marauders knew its location now, too.
âLead the way, Y/N.â
âI am,â you retorted with a hint of amusement in your voice. James grinned and followed you, only noticing after a while that you were walking around on the third floor instead of the seventh. âDid you find a new spot?â he curiously asked.
âYes. And no.â James huffed at your vagueness, imploring you to explain. âLetâs just say that Dumbledore got himself off my blacklist.â You turned the corner and moved a portrait to the side. James knew of the passageway. It was moist in there and cold so it hadnât interested him and his friends very much. But behind the door you just opened, stood your wardrobe.
He looked at it, amazed. âYou got Dumbledore to move a wardrobe for you?â he asked incredulously. You slyly smiled but didnât say anything except for âI did the cleaning myself.â
âSo whatâs going on with you and James,â Lily curiously asked you. You shrugged and brought your water bottle to your lips. âKept bothering me into a friendship, I guess.â
Lily laughed. âWell, whatever keeps him away from me,â she joked and you let out an audible laugh. She leaned in towards you. âBut if heâs no longer fighting for my attention, but yours, I think it might mean that he fancies you.â
You choked on your water. âMost certainly not!â You strictly assured her and composed yourself. Lily laughed. âNo need to get so defensive over his feelings. You make it seem as if I suggested that you fancied him,â she said, chuckling. You turned your head away and she gasped. âDo you fancy him?â
âWhatâs with all this gossiping and boys talk,â you grumbled, unpleased. âBut for the record, I donât think so.â You stuck your nose up.
âYou donât think so?â Lily repeated. âWhat do you mean?â
âI gravely appreciate him and I feel very comforted in his presence. Weâre friends. It doesnât mean I fancy him.â You answered. âBesides, Iâve never fancied anyone. Not sure I know what itâs like.â
âOkay, how would you feel if he starts dating someone, right now?â
You pondered over the question for a bit. âI guess he can do whatever he wants, but donât expect me to share our spot with some random girl,â you said, the last part coming out more bitter than you expected. Huh. âDid you fancy James Potter?â you wondered.
âI fancy her,â James told his friends while they were out in Hogsmeade.
âL/N?â Peter asked. James nodded in affirmation. âWell damn Prongs,â Sirius started. âWhat happened?â
âY/N and I are good, I think. We fit and it feels amazing. It seems surprising, but we can talk for hours or sit in silence together without it being weird at all. Everything is comfortable with her, in like the good way,â James struggled to express all his feelings about you.
Sirius whistled. âAlmost envious of you, Prongs. What about Evans though?â
James shrugged. âNot the kind of dynamic I want.â
âSo are you going to tell her?â Remus asked. James puffed his chest. âOf course. Iâm not shy about my feelings. I publicly chased after Lily for years,â he reasoned. But despite his big words, he felt like a nervous wreck. Because what if you rejected him?
James found you in the library. âIs now a good time?â he asked. You sat up straight. Last night, you had done a lot of thinking and came to the conclusion that yes, you fancied James Potter. âYes, actually. I wanted to talk to you,â you replied. You got up and and started to gather your belongings. James grabbed your books for you and you left the library.
âI fancy you.â
James blinked. Were his ears deceiving him? Were you joking? Did you have a bet of your own going on with someone?
âIâm sorry?â he managed to get out, his voice an octave higher than usual.
âI fancy you,â you stated again. Matter of factly. âI came to the realisation yesterday and they do say honesty is the best policy.â James laughed softly at your sad attempt to lessen the awkward atmosphere.
âI actually wanted to talk to you to say the same thing,â he breathed out in a relieved manner. You stared at him in surprise. Okay. Definitely not what you expected.
âSo you fancy me.â You repeated to make sure.
âAnd you fancy me.â James nodded.
âDo you want to go out with me?â you asked.
Jamesâ heart leaped. He had spent so much time asking that question, he realised that how amazing it felt to hear the question directed at him. He grinned. âGlad you asked, darling. Yes, Iâll go out with you.â He reached out to you carefully wrapped an arm around you. You fully leaned into him in a hug and breathed him in.
âThink our relationship just went up in value.â You mumbled, your words slightly muffled by your face, hidden in his sweater.
You felt him laugh. âWell, we upgraded from friends to couple. How much are we worth now?â
You pretended to think about it. âWeâre worth all the money in Gringotts bank.â
âThatâs a lot of money,â he hummed.
You had taken James out on a date in the middle of the Gryffindor Quidditch stands at night, after curfew. James was the first to lean in and kiss you and when he did, he practically melted into you, your arms slung over his broad shoulders. Heâd muttered something about how lucky he was and youâd told him that he better know it, before admitting that you felt the same way.
After you had left him several hickeys, scattered across his neck, he had insisted on returning the favour. He was only on his second when you two were interrupted by Filch, who had spotted you two. You two ran off to the third floor and decided to hide out in your wardrobe until he was gone all while continuing making out. You and James fell asleep in that position. You on your back on the couch, James draped over you like a weighted blanket with his face nuzzled in your throat, and your legs entangled.
Though very surprised at first, your fellow Hogwarts students quickly got used to the idea of you and James in a relationship. It wasnât long before you were walking down the corridors together, James hand on your lower back and inching lower. You shot him a warning glare and he bit his check when he splayed his hand over your ass with a cheeky smile. You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a huff and let your hand rest on his ass in turn.
Everything was perfect, which is of course why everything had to become a disaster very quickly. James wasnât even sure how such a perfect night had turned so horrible. One moment, you were partying, everything had been great, and he had been envisioning you and him for the rest of your lives, and the next, he was pleading with you through a locked door.
âY/N, we can call you Y/N right?â Sirius had drunkenly slurred. You had rolled your eyes at his antics, but nodded. Though you would never admit it out loud, you appreciated the elder Black.
âI like you. We all like you and weâre happy that itâs you and not Evans anymore,â he mumbled on and he stumbled over his own feet, barely reacting in time to not drop to the floor.
You internally smiled at his words.
âIâm sorry that I was an asshole to you. Youâre really great. If I had known, I wouldnât have targeted your friend group for pranks or risked your feelings by making you part of a stupid bet.â
It was as if the world stopped spinning for a moment, music only barely in the background. âA bet?â you spoke in a dangerously low voice.
Sirius seemed to catch on to your change in demeanour and sobered up at an incredible rate. âShit, no-â
But you had already turned around to find James, Sirius stumbling behind you to try and stop you.
âHow much?â you spat out angrily when you found him. The music was luckily loud enough to hide your argument from other students.
James looked at you, confused. âHow much?â
âHow much are we worth?â
James frowned at you question. âAll the money in Gringotts bank,â he calmly answered you and moved to embrace you, thinking you were just very drunk.
You pushed him away and he stumbled a few steps back.
âNo,â you hoarsely responded. âThatâs how much I think weâre worth. How much did you bet on me.â
Jamesâ blood ran cold. âI-â His words opened and closed like a fish. âBecause the amount better have been fucking worth it, James,â you cut him off.
âDarling-â
You felt numb. âHow little?â
âA galleon.â
You nodded and stepped back. âI was wrong,â you shakily breathed out. âYou, James Potter, are still cruel.â
James chased you. âWait, please,â he begged. You ran out of the room, towards the third floor and into the wardrobe hidden behind the door behind the portrait.
James followed you and pulled on the knob to open the wardrobe that you had locked. He sunk down against the doors and took a deep breath.
He had to explain. He had to let you know that you meant everything to him. And that everything was real. Honesty is the best policy after all, right?
âIâm sorry. Darling, I am so sorry. Itâs so stupid how it happened. They were saying that I couldnât get anyone to go out with me and then I accidentally hurt you with the soup incident, so Sirius bet with me that I couldnât get anyone you to go out with me. I was never planning on hurting you, I swear,â James rambled.
âI wanted to apologize and make up for your hand anyway. Not that it was out of pity or anything,â he immediately added.
âI did think you were beautiful. I did want to talk to you. And when you rejected me at first, yes, I did want to prove Sirius wrong. But then you were everything. I wanted so desperately to be friends with you because you were right. The bet was stupid, but it was never about money. It was never even about you per se, but Iâm so fucking happy that it ended up being you, because Iâm in love with you. Please believe me.â
You sucked in a breath at his words. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
James jumped at your voice from the other side of the door. âI wanted to, I really did. But I had already screwed up once and you werenât going to give me anymore chances, so I thought that if I just never told you and called of the bet, pretending it never happened, I could keep you.â He leaned back against the door, eyes tightly shut. âAnd if we break up, then I donât regret it, because the past months with you were perfect,â he whispered.
The door abruptly opened from inside out and he stumbled back, having leaned against it. He looked up at you, hovering above him. He knew you. He knew how to read you and right now, you needed space. âIâll wait for you,â he said, hesitantly and left you alone.
You needed your friends right now.
When James didnât see you the next day, he accepted that you didnât want to see him. But by now, almost an entire week had passed and James and his friends were itching to apologize to you at least once more. He decided to ask Lily where you were and was absolutely not prepared for her answer.
âShe went to Beauxbatons.â Lily pursed her lips at the boy in front of her in disdain. She knew what had happened but couldnât help but pity him a little bit when he looked at her like that. Devastated.
Jamesâ world stopped and for a moment he thought he couldnât breathe. Did you leave? Had he managed to push you away to a whole different school? He thanked Lily for her answer and sat down at his own desk in a daze. His body moved on autopilot for the next few days. He was falling into a routine that he didnât like.
During free periods, he hid out in the wardrobe, face up towards the ceiling as he imagined you were lying in his arms right then.
You had been gone for a week and a half and had returned to Hogwarts. Feeling lighter in your heart and decisive steps carrying you towards the Gryffindor Quidditch stands, right on time for the match.
You saw James and your heart jumped. He looked good. He had definitely looked better before, but all in all, he looked good. You bit your lip, suddenly insecure and doubting his promise to wait for you. Another twenty points for Gryffindor and admired James from the distance.
When you had arrived at Beauxbatons, you had wallowed in self pity for a day or two before your friends had pulled you out of it and reasoned with you. Surprisingly on Jamesâ behalf.
You knew they were right. You were madly in love with James and he was undoubtedly madly in love with you too. Though it had all started off as a bet, how could you stay upset when it only brought you and James together.
James eyes scanned through the crowd, automatically trailing to the spot where you two had been sitting and kissed during your first date. He had to do a double take when he saw you in the crowds and almost fell off his broomstick when he rubbed his eyes with both hands to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
He started making his way towards you when his eyes locked onto the golden snitch. His eyes flickered between you and the snitch, but you had seen it too, so you flashed him a grin. His shoulders relaxed, and he started the chase.
âDarling?â James appeared in the doorway to the boyâs changing rooms.
âJames,â you nodded. You were smiling at him, and your warm, inviting tone had him move forward until you were within reach.
âIâve missed you so much, I thought I lost you.â
âHm, youâre just lucky that I really really love you too.â You sassed back. James was in front of you in two big steps. âYeah?â he asked a twinkle in his eye. âJust like that? No grovelling? No conditions?â
You kissed him. âWould you like me to include grovelling?â you laughed at him.
âYeah actually. You see, Iâve already prepared at least eight different ways to make up to you.â
He pressed his lips to yours again.
âGet a room!â Sirius yelled and you shot him a sour look. He held up his hands in surrender, a shit eating grin still present on his face.
âFine, but donât expect your captain back for the celebratory party. Heâs mine tonight,â you shot back.
âAnd every other night, I hope?â James coyly smiled at you. You shook your head in amusement and dragged him away, hand slipping to rest on his ass, his own hand finding its way to yours.
âLead the way, Darling.â
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Meeting Regulus
Set on Sirius' 4th year, Regulus' 3rd. First year back since his transition, Regulus sits with Sirius in their train car cuz he's not ready to face the Skittles yet.
Regulus: ...you sure your friends wont mind me sitting here?
Sirius: 'course not.
---Remus, The Casual One---
Remus, entering: Hi, Sirius.
Sirius: Hey, Remus.
Remus, noticing Regulus: Oh, hi... *recognizes him* Reg-
Sirius: Regulus, this is Remus. Remus, this is my brother, Regulus.
Remus: Brother?
Sirius: Yeah. Sorry, you two haven't offically met yet, have you? Three years in Hogwarts and I never introduced you two to each other.
Remus:
Regulus: Uhm, we've met actually.
Sirius: You have?
Remus: We have?
Regulus: Yeah. The library? You helped me get the books from the higher shelves?
Remus: ...Oh, right! Wow. You've grown much taller since.
Sirius: He has. He's almost taller than me.
Remus: Well, in case you don't know yet, I'm also your brother's friend and the one responsible with keeping him out of trouble
Sirius: HEY!
---Peter, The Friendly One---
Peter, entering: Hey, guys.
Remus: Hey, Pete
Sirius: Hey, mate.
Peter: *notices Regulus* Oh, hello. Who's he?
Sirius: Peter, this is Regulus. He's my brother.
Peter: I didn't know you had a brother.
Sirius: What are you talking about? He's been going here for three years. And I always talk about him
Peter: ...You do?
Sirius: Yeah.
Peter: ...Really?
Regulus: Well, you're in 4th year, I'm in 3rd so, we probably don't see each other often.
Peter, recognizing him: Oh, wait, I do see you around. Aw, now I feel bad. I didn't know you were Sirius' brother.
Sirius: Well, now you do!
Peter: Yeah, now that I look at you, you kinda do look like Sirius. Almost like carbon copies.
Sirius: Well, he got his looks from me
Regulus:
---James, The Dumbass---
James, entering: Gentlemen! Your 2nd best form of entertainment has arrived!
Remus: 2nd best?
James: Sirius already called dibs on being the first.
Remus:
James: Anyways, I am here, and I- *sees Regulus*
Regulus, watching out the window: *turns to look at James*
James' Perspective: flowers floating around, a halo floating on Regulus' head, light shining down just right, everything in slow motion, "Take my breath away" playing in the background
Sirius: James?
James: Peter, move *shoves Peter to the side and sits next to Regulus*
Everyone:
James: And who is this charming young prince sitting with us today?
Everyone:
Sirius: This is Regulus.
James: Regulus. A star that shines so brightly in the night sky. *takes Regulus' hand* And a fitting name for one who is undoubtedly *kisses his hand* a king.
Everyone:
Regulus: ...Siri...
Sirius: James. Let. Go. Of. My. Brother's. Hand
James, looks at Sirius then back at Regulus: To be continued. *kisses his hand*
Regulus: *pulls his hand away*
Train Attendant: Any of you fancy a snack, dears?
Peter: Oh! Fizzing whizzbees, please.
Remus: 2 Chocolate frogs, please.
Sirius: I'll take a pack of Exploding Bonbons. Reg, you want anything?
Regulus: Do they have Peppermint Toads?
Sirius: And a pack of-
James: We'll take the lot!
Everyone:
James, to Regulus: You can have all the Peppermint Toads you want and more, my prince.
Everyone:
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math test - p.parker x fem!reader
posted jan 27th, 2024 3:28 pm
came up with this cutesy idea the other day, hope u enjoy :)
summary: Peter's tired of allowing Spider-Man to be a shitty boyfriend, so he makes up for it the only way he can think of that wouldn't get you in trouble.
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It was nearing 2 in the morning when Peter slowly lifted his window open from the outside, not so gracefully falling inside once it was a wide enough gap, followed by him stumbling several times as he tried to close his window while simultaneously trying to take off the red and blue spandex suit that so badly needs a wash.
The sound of his old bed frame creaking caught Peterâs attention once he finally pulled on some sweatpants.Â
He whipped around, his gaze immediately falling to your half-asleep figure in his bed, a familiar sight now, one Peter had adored. Your half-opened eyes tried to focus on his silhouette.Â
âShit, hey sweetheart I didnât mean to wake youâ Peterâs whispered apology was laced with a soft muffled tone as he pulled a hoodie over his head, not bothering to fix his hair as he made his way towards his bed. âDidnât know you were sleepinâ over tonightâ He said with a tired smile playing on his lips, the bags under his eyes failing to distract you from the beauty that was your sleep-deprived boyfriend as you merely scooted over for him to join you.Â
âSupposed to help me study for that testâ you mumbled, no malice in your voice, no hints of irritation, not even a slight sadness to your voice at the thought of him forgetting about your plans. All you cared about at this moment was your boyfriend cuddling with you, using all your energy to open your arms for him to slide into.Â
Peter stopped dead in his tracks, looking down by the nightstand and seeing your backpack on the floor, a math book sitting on the floor beside it next to a few pens. So thatâs what he tripped on when he came in.
âOh, man. Iâm sorry, doll. We can work on it first thing in the morning, swear.â Peter promised, giving into what you wanted and sliding in bed next to you, wasting no time in wrapping you in his arms.Â
âItâs due tomorrow, and I have to leave early for that dumb field trip.â You mumbled into his shoulder, not meaning to but making Peter feel all the worse for forgetting as he softly smoothed his hand up and down your back.
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By the time Peter woke up the next morning you had already left, leaving behind a note on his desk.
âdonât think too hard about that test, Iâll just ask if I can have extended time on it. Iâm just happy you got home safeâÂ
The little hearts surrounding your name at the bottom and the emphasis on him getting back at all seemed to have the opposite effect on Peter than you had intended.Â
As now, he just seemed more determined to fix this problem he had made.
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You laughed as your friend lifted her arms into the air, taking in a big deep breath as you both finally got off the bus, âfreedom!â she exclaimed.Â
âWe have that test in like 30 minutesâ You reminded her with a smile, earning a glare in response. âBuzzkillâ
You chuckled this time, before watching her lift her finger and point behind you, turning as you followed where she was pointing, âthatâs geek charming, whatâs he doinâ here?â she asked quietly, expecting you to have an answer as you watched your boyfriend hurry over to you, green folder in his hand.Â
âNo clue, Iâll meet you insideâ You smiled at her, watching her nod and smile back in response, walking backward towards the school while she obnoxiously waves and says âHi, Peter!âÂ
Peter waved back, finally in front of you as he turned his gaze to see you already looking at him, with a soft smile.Â
âHey,â Peter matched your smile, holding out the folder to you before you could respond. âFor your test, you forgot your math stuff in my room, soâÂ
You smiled, taking it gratefully, âThanks, Petey. Although I donât know how much help itâll be-â Peter cut you off, âI mapped out in your notebook exactly how you can find any answers for the test and explained it in notes how I knew youâd be able to understandâ You looked at him in awe as he rambled, watching as he took off his backpack and fumbled with it before pulling out your math notebook and handing it to you. âPeter-â âI almost wish I could take the test for you, Iâve just had so much to do lately as you know who and thatâs no excuse for ditching my best girl when she needed my help so I figured this was the least I could doâ Peter continued, taking a breath once he had finished.Â
You set the folder and notebook down on the grass, pulling Peter into a tight embrace. âThis is niceâ he mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your waist ever so slightly. âI love you, Peter Parkerâ You mumbled back, pulling back just enough to set a soft kiss to his lips.Â
âI love you more, now go pass your test and make me proud, you can do that, canât you, sweetheart?â Peter smiled at you, chuckling as you placed one, two, three more kisses on his mouth before pulling away and grabbing your stuff.Â
âWhen I pass, youâre buying me dinner, baby!â You said, beginning to walk away.
âWhatever you want, doll!â
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For Science
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đš Summary: There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguelâs venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?
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đš Pairing: Miguel OâHara x spider-woman!reader
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đš Warnings: 18+. Fangs. Biting. Venom!play (is that a thing?).
You eyed Jessica Drew with utmost interest as she worked her way around Miguelâs surveillance station, easily dragging files in and out of the multiple screens.
âWhy do you get access to his stuff and I donât?â you asked as sudden jealousy crept in.
âWe go way back,â she started, pulling some information to her watch. âYouâll get there in timeâŚâ
Your ego soared.
â⌠if you donât keep annoying him.â
It immediately plummeted.
âHeâs easy to piss off,â you beamed. âAnd Iâm easily entertained. What can I say? Match made in heaven.â
She chuckled at your antics. âJust donât get yourself expelled.â
You nodded and waved your hand dismissively. âYeah, yeah. So have you heard that rumour about him?â
Jessica finished setting up her watch and mission logs and threw you a suspicious look.
âWell⌠the one that says his venom does more than causing paralysis,â you wiggled your eyebrows, letting the not so subtle implication dangle.
âYou know what? One day Miguel is going to kick you out and I wonât do anything about it.â
âWhat? I didnât come up with this!â
It was absolutely true. You hard heard it from some spiders one night while strolling throught the lobby. Rumours came and went. No one thought much of them and these were just harmless fun.
âWell, Iâm not commenting on this.â
âFine! But itâs fascinating.â
Jessica sighed, rotated on her feet and went down the stairs. âYou can go ask Miguel, then.â
âAsk Miguel what?â
You froze in place as spider-man 2099 entered the dark room, eying both of you.
âOh, Iâm out,â Jessica snorted, heading towards the exit. âYou two have fun.â
Miguel kept his gaze on your and you waved a hand at him.
He frowned.
âLyla, reroute all the main sectors to earth-1610,â he said, pressing on his dimensional travel watch. âAny possibility of a canon event being disrupted must be reported to Jessica.â
The AI appeared next to him and adjusted her heart-shaped glassed up the bridge of her nose. âIs she tagging along, too?â she pointed at you.
He shook his head. âNot a chance. Sheâs more useful here.â
âHey!â you were about to protest, but decided against it.
You knew there was a compliment in there somewhere. Your past missions had not gone without some minor bumps, which was why it had been decided the previous day that youâd tag along Miguel for a couple of weeks to hone your off-field abilities.
âAnything major must be reported to me.â
Jessica nodded but Lyla was not so easily dismissed. âI didnât hear you say iiit.â
Miguel rolled his eyes. âThank you for your services as always, Lyla.â
She took a dramatic bow and vanished.
He took large steps towards the platform, greeting you with a curt nod.
How would you describe your relationship with Miguel OâHara? Tense? On the verse of collapse each time you teased him? Friendly? But only when you didnât have to spend more than one hour together.
âMorning to you, too, boss,â you saluted.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he checked the screens in front of him.
Maybe you should go easy on him. You were already on thin ice, but just adored pushing him. There was something about teasing him that just did wonders to you.
âDid you sleep well? Did you get some food?â
âDonât start getting on my nerves.â
You raised both hands, feigning a look of innocence. âI did nothing. Youâre paranoid.â
His head turned to you.
âYou do have an issue obeying the chain of command. Your last mission was a disaster, because you got into an argument with Peter instead of focusing on the anomaly â donât interrupt me!â he said pinching the bridge of his nose as you were about to defend yourself. âYou have much to offer, but youâre also all over the place and lack discipline. I donât think youââ
You gave him a jaw-popping yawn which effectively cut him off.
âOh, Iâm sorry. Am I boring you?â he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. âYou do know that I was pressured by others to let go of you.â
A long pause stretched out.
âThen why didnât you?â
In your mind, you had hoped your growing friendship with him had played a part, butâŚ
âYou have potential,â he said with a sigh. âOne day you might even be better than me.â
Well, that was a high praise and your spine snapped straight instantly. âReally?â
âMaybe⌠probably not,â he concluded. âBut if you keep your focus and work hard, you will be a very skilled spider.â
You rolled your eyes. âWoah, thanks a bunch!â
In truth, you knew Miguel was trying his best to smooth over your bruised ego, but your pride got the best of you.
âAny questions you have, just let me know,â he said reassuringly while glancing at the screens in front of him.
âI can ask anything?â
âYes.â
âSooo⌠have you heard that rumour about your venom?â
It was too early in the day to be so serious, so you genuinely saw no harm in lightening the mood.
He threw you a side glance. âBe specific.â
âWell⌠that it can cause extreme pleasure,â you blurted out. âOh, besides the paralysis thingy,â you quickly added.
Miguel turned to fully face you. âI donât even want to know where that came from.â
Deep down, you felt a pang of disappointment. It would be such an interesting finding.
âAh, so itâs not true.â
âProbably not.â
That piqued your interest. âProbably? So thereâs a chance? Itâs just so fascinating, because youâre already so different from the rest of us,â you started rambling not able to hold back your enthusiasm. âNow this is just an added layer!â
You were a scientist at heart and Miguel was pretty much an outlier when it came to being a spider-man. For months you had been trying to let him agree to you running some tests, but to no avail.
In all honesty, Miguel knew his way around science and the inner workings of biology better than you could ever, so he had no reason to indulge your curiosity.
âHow do you do it? Is it the same venom or a different one?â
âWhy do you want to know?â
âScience, remember?â
It was a half truth, though. Yes, this would be mind-blowing science-wise, but this was also about Miguel OâHara. The very man who had been guiding you through spider society for months. The same men who whose genius and dedication had built the foundations of the spider society.
He now had both hands on his hips and you figured you were already pushing it too far, but enjoyed doing it too much to stop now.
âCan you just tell me how it works? Please?â You clasped your hands together into a beg, hoping it would be enough to bait him for information.
But Miguel remained unfazed.
âNo.â
âI wonât tell anyone,â you offered expectantly.
He didnât budge.
âPlease, pretty please?â you tried once again.
Nothing.
âIâll bring you empanadas every single day from now on,â you enthused. âOn demand! Whenever you have those cravings. Two in the morning? Check! Canon event disrupted and universes imploding? Check!â
Miguel quirked an eyebrow. âDo you ever shut up?â
âIs that a yes?â
âNo.â
âJust show me how it works,â you sounded desperate by now. Arguing with Miguel ranked high up with the likes of trying to move a boulder with a wooden fork. âHow did you get it to work?â
His eyes to widened slightly. âShow you?â he started out. âAre you asking me to pleasure you?â
Now that was probably on your top three of âThings you never expect Miguel OâHara to sayâ.
âOh â I mean⌠well⌠what?â you stammered, caught by surprise. âI didnât â you know⌠huhâŚâ
He only glared at your babbling self.
âAre you⌠offering?â
Miguel extended his arm to you. âGive me your hand.â
You panicked. âWhat? Now?â
âFor science, right?â
Point taken.
You hesitated momentarily. âYouâre not going to paralyse me, right?â
âDo you want me to?â
You offered your hand for him to grip, flipping it palm up. âNo.â
âThen I wonât.â
Miguelâs voice was so flat he could just be reading items off a grocery list.
His gloved fingers traced the heel of your palm and his eyes darted down. You held your breath at the sight of him lowering his head. âThis might sting.â
And just like that, you watched in complete awe as Miguel Oâhara bared his fangs, slowly raking them across your skin before digging into the flesh.
âOuch!â
Your stomach turned and your heart fluttered as his warm lips grazed the spot he had just bitten. Two circular and symmetrical openings pooled with a tiny amount if blood.
âSo? Do you feel a wave of intense carnal bliss?â Miguel asked, straightening up and brushing the droplets away with his thumb.
You merely stood there, waiting for something â anything â to kick in. But as tense seconds ticked by, it was evident nothing was happening.
âNoâŚâ
He shrugged, letting go of your hand to tap his watch. âAh, well. My pleasuring abilities must be below par this morning.â
You scowled at him and considered smashing his arm with a fist. âYou could have just said it was all a lie!â you grunted in sheer annoyance, feeling like an idiot. âNow Iâm bleeding to death.â
âYouâre not going to die.â
âYouâre annoying,â you huffed as you checked the bite marks.
âItâs not a lie. I can indeed inject an innocuous version of my venom that can be quite pleasurable,â he said.
âThen do it!â you said, your temper flaring.
Miguel wasnât one to take orders. He was much more into being the one to call the shots, but your curiosity was eating you alive now that he had revealed that this rumour had some truth to it.
He was now looming over you, his impressive height adding to the tension. âIt depends on where I inject the venom. Certain places are more effective,â his voice was uncharacteristicly low as his eyes landed on your neck. âThis is just scientific curiosity, right?â
Your mouth had gone too dry to reply, so you just shrugged. Miguel had you taking a few steps back until your lower back hit the railing that lined the platform, causing your hands to clasp around it reflexively.
âTilt your head.â
You did as you were told and felt his fingers tracing along your jaw, angling you just the way he wanted.
âHold on tight,â he said, breath now fanning the prickling skin of your neck. âTell me to stop if itâs too much.â
Feeling your face heat up from the sudden close proximity, you closed your eyes as if embracing for impact. He pressed his lips to your pulse point before digging his fangs slowly into you.
Your mouth dropped open, aghast, and you finally felt it. His venom poured from the fangs and into your bloodstream, spreading through your veins like wildfire. At first, it was just merely a pleasant sensation, like the one youâd get as you finally drank water after a hot day in the sun.
But it soon turned into something else, and unlike water, the new overwhelming feeling was leaving you thirstier with each thump of your racing heart.
Miguel had his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you in place. He moaned first â no, he grunted â, and you felt a jolt of almost painful pleasure shot down your spine and spread between your thighs.
Your grip on the metal surface wavered momentarily and you feared you might fall, but were firmly grounded by his other hand on your waist. It didnât take long until your clit started throbbing in unison with your heartbeat.
âMiguel⌠this⌠thisâŚâ
Suddenly, your suit felt too tight and in the way, especially once he pressed lightly into you.
The venom was no longer being injected, but the remnants of it were enough to wreak havoc throughout your body.
âItâs just for scienceâŚâ he growled, pulling his fangs away from you. âDoes it feel good?â
You didnât dare open your eyes and could only gasp when you felt him push his erection into you.
âYeah⌠science⌠or whateverâŚâ you gasped, feeling yourself being pushed over the edge with each second that passed.
Just when you thought your orgasm would hit you slowly, Miguel tilted your head to the side, exposing the intact skin.
You gripped his wrist as if holding on for dear life, fearing youâd explode. âAgain?â
âYour body is neutralising my venom too fast,â he rumbled, lips hovering a sensitive spot. âI need to inject more.â
âMiguelâŚâ you nearly cried out at the thought of your heart no being able to handle the intense pleasure.
âLook at me.â
Your breathing evened briefly as you did as commanded, his red eyes fixed on yours, pupils fully blown.
âThink you can do this?â
You blinked.
âI know you can take more.â
Your clit was now throbbing at an alarming rate at the promise of more of him.
Miguel flashed you his blood-tipped fangs before sinking them into you once again.
The liquid traveled through your body so fast, you felt like someone had punched the air out of your lungs. You vaguely wondered if you would die from this, and concluded that there were worse ways to go.
Being on the receiving end of Miguelâ dry humps would be enough to make anyone tip over the edge, let alone with the added layer of venom engulfing you into an explosive orgasm.
Your vision blurred in an instant as spams and contractions swept through your body. The friction of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit had you arch your back into him, feeling the bittersweet realisation that you were clamping around nothing. You werenât sure if this was his venomâs doing, but you felt an overwhelming part of you wishing he had been inside you.
It hurt.
It hurt so good and lasted for so long, you like crying from the overwhelming tide of pleasure.
Miguel gave you time to ride out your orgasm, pressing a bloodied kiss to your lips, swallowing your cries.
Metallic taste filled your mouth and you broke away from him, gasping for air.
Your eyes landed on his crotch.
He was hard. Painfully hard. A faint stain of precum seeping through the material of his suit.
âYou okay?â
You bent over, hands on your knees and laboured breaths.
âAre you?â you managed in between gasps.
Miguel crouched to eye-level with you. âI think you owe me one.â
âYeahâŚâ you nodded, swallowing hard. âThanks for the⌠scientific⌠huh⌠demonstration.â
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the world's best tour guide
peter parker x fem!reader/stark!reader
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a/n: made this longer to make up for the last one but then i went so far i didn't know how to end it lol hope its still readable because i don't think so :') enjoy ALSO HOCO PETER CALLBACK BC I MISS WATCHING THAT MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MIDDLE SCHOOL OH GOOOOOOOOD
âThere needs to be somebody else with me!â Your father exclaimed.
âOh, well maybe you shouldâve thought of that before making this fraudulent internship?â
âItâs⌠real. Itâs real to me.â Your father gazes at you longingly.
âSoooo people are supposed to believe I have to work my way up through this internship despite the fact that we share a last name and address?â You look up from your laptop for the first time during this conversation.
âThereâs celebrities out there that donât give their children even a penny, youâre lucky.â Tony shrugs, popping a grape in his mouth.
"Plus, it makes perfect sense! You're a little builder like me aren't you?" He says in between chews.
âThose are mine,â You snag the bowl back to your side of the kitchen island. âand Iâm adopted!â You shove two grapes in your mouth to one-up him. âDo you know how effed up you would be to cut off my only source of income when Iâm adopted?!â You were muffled by the grapes in your mouth.
âDonât curse.â
âI said eff I didnât say fuck.â
âDONâT CURSE.â Tony warned.
âUgh, whereâs mom? I wanna complain about you.â You groaned, taking yourself and your laptop upstairs.
âLeaving at 11:30!â Tony shouted through the stairs.
You waved him off, rushing to your room. You continued working on your computational model simulated lab that Bruce designed for you to play around with.
âBam.â You say to yourself as you let the 3D models crash into eachother.
âKnock knock.â Your mom says quietly.
âMom, don't say knock knock. Just knock on the door.â
âHoney, letâs get off the computer for a second.â
Pepper closes your laptop gently. âJust go with your father hon. Heâs just using this as an excuse. He wants you to work with him more he loves you.â She crouches down at your eye level, taking your hand.
âEverybody knows how smart you are, they want to work with you. Okay? Okay. Great, get dressed.â
âIt's not that I don't want to go, it's the fact that I'm probably not allowed to touch anything fun or follow dad anywhere cool. Also your pep talks are getting shorter and shorter.â You huffed.
âIâm hungry. I want lunch. Maybe your dad shouldâve waited for me to make my toast before asking me to come up here.â Pepper takes one last look before leaving the room. âBe ready in 5 minutes.â
You begrudgingly come downstairs.
âYou look great honey.â Tony clasps his hands together.
âI didnât even change.â You said flatly.
ââŚOkay. In the car.â
Pepper gives you a look with many meanings behind it. If you had to guess, her expression meant âBe niceâ, âHeâs trying his bestâ, and âShut up donât complainâ.
You give your mom a half-hearted thumbs up before leaving.
After a little while of driving, Happy comes to an abrupt stop.
âDude what the-â Your phone dropped to the bottom of Happyâs seat in the process.
âHereâs the kid.â Tony says, trying to hide his smile. It was evident even from the backseat.
A boy with a linty hoodie and a beaten down bag waved to the car, a matching grin plastered on his face after he realized who was inside.
âMr. Stark!â He exclaimed.
Your dad gets out of the car, exchanging words with the boy.
Tony opens his door. âYeah go sit back there. Now, I trust you know not to bother my daughter.â
As if on cue, Peter opens the door to see you with intimidation in his eyes.
âHi.â
âH-Hi.â Peter sits in his seat stiffly. He extends a hand and reels it back realizing what your dad had just said.
âHeâs just kidding.â You shake your head, chuckling. ââŚIâm allowed to greet people.â
Peter swallows a lump in his throat. âRight. Of course. Iâm just not sure if I can greet people.â He wipes his sweaty hand on his sleeve before extending it out again.
âPeter.â He looks up with a shy smile.
âY/N.â You nod, shaking his hand.
âI saw you on youtube. The robot you built? The one that could project a hologram five times its size? So cool.â He gushes.
You smile shyly, having to look away from embarrassment.
âIâve seen you on youtube too.â You grin subtly.
"...Oh god. I was only ten, my solar system was supposed to orbit around slowly. I used paperweights instead of styrofoam balls and the battery I used was high powered, they weren't supposed to fly out like that. I even paid for the school's camera with my Christmas money-"
"Uh- no.. I meant like the spider thing?"
Dumbfounded, Peter looks over to Tony through the rear view mirror. Tony meets his eyes and gives him a wink.
"Oh... I didn't know you knew about that." Peter sinks into his seat.
"Don't be embarrassed. I think it's cool." You smiled.
Peter unconsciously smiles back at you. "Thanks.. IâŚtry." Peter cringes at his attempt to reply to you normally.
You lessen the distance between you and him and look at him fascinated.
"How do you swing around? Lab-made fibers? It looks.. almost organic."
Peter tries not to flinch and holds his breath. He should've brought his breath mints. What if his breath stinks? He ate a string cheese before he left the apartment.
"I-I uh- I make them myself. It's web fluid. When it flys out of my web shooters, it solidifies into that flexible, strong stuff." He pulls up his sleeve to show you.
"Woah, how many cartridges do you need?" You run your fingers along the band around his wrist, staring curiously.
"They last a while, but I switch them out like every few weeks-"
"We're here." Happy yawns, taking the opportunity to stretch his arms.
"Thanks Hogan." You pat his shoulder from the backseat and get out of the car.
Peter blinked and all of the sudden, everyone filed out of the car. He frantically steps out, his eyes having a hard time adjusting to the sun.
"Here." You push him three inches to the side, bringing a shadow to shield the sun from his eyes. A really big shadow.
Peter can't help but let his mouth hang open.
"Just as flashy as I remember it dad." You said before stealing his sunglasses from his face and running to the doors.
"Hey, GENTLE! They're Dita! VINTAGE!" He shouts.
You giggled as you tried to frantically slide your keycard into the scanner that unlocked the doors.
"I'm gonna tell the receptionist they're a gift!" You yelled back before rushing inside.
This makes your dad quicken his pace, rummaging his pocket for his keycard.
Peter had never seen Tony like this before. There was someone who was alive, very real, and actually had authority over him. His child. Peter slowly catches up to Tony who's waving his credit card around the sensor.
"Sir.. I don't think that's the right card." He mumbled.
Tony looked down at his gold card, his brain short-circuiting for a moment.
After composing himself and taking out the correct card, Tony almost flung the door open, his eyes locked to you leaning over the front desk.
"Y/N!"
You turned around, the sunglasses nowhere to be found.
"Yeah?" You tilted your head innocently.
The receptionist takes this opportunity to go back to her typing after you finally stopped talking her ear off. She wasn't wearing them either.
Peter stood awkwardly behind Tony. He stared at the high ceiling and the enormous fish tank that stretched across the wall with fish he had a hard time telling if they were real.
"Gotcha." You reveal the sunglasses behind your back, handing them back to your father.
"Not my style.. Also probably not her's either. Right, Erin?"
The receptionist only shoots you a glance, her fingers never stop clacking on the keyboard.
"Kid, this way." Tony sighed, gesturing Peter and following you to an elevator.
Peter shyly makes his way to the corner of the elevator and staring at the array of buttons. He's never been in a building with over five floors, let alone a hundred.
"So... What are we doing exactly?" You asked your father.
"I thought I'd give the kid a tour." Tony says while he scrolls through his phone.
Peter fiddles with his hoodie's strings, unable to make eye contact as he's being mentioned.
"Oh." Tony stops.
"What?" You asked warily.
"I need to approve something. Something either dumb and obvious or an array of important decisions." Tony looks through his missed calls and rings a number.
"Tour my ass." You mumbled.
If superheroes do anything, they double book. Constantly.
The elevator dings and you and Peter file out. You turn around and Tony doesn't step off.
"You've been promoted to tour guide. Okay bye." Tony closes the elevator doors and you watch him descend to a lower floor.
"I went from being a child of nepotism to a tour guide? I don't consider that a promotion."
Peter was visibly dumbfounded. He was intimidated by Tony by some degree yes, but he already knew him. He's never been to the tower, and now he's alone with his child that could make or break his reputation here.
"...Dude?" You wave your hand over his face. From your perspective, ever since your dad went downstairs, Peter had been blankly staring at the floor.
"Hm?" Peter's eyes didn't leave the floor.
"Wanna meet Dr. Banner?" You smiled. It reminded Peter of a cat that knew it was doing the wrong thing.
Something about your expression told Peter you wanted to bother Bruce more than you wanted to introduce Peter to him.
After a string of trailing after you in hallways that looked like they were from the future, you slid open the keypad, and rapidly drew a complex pattern into it.
"Hey Dr. B."
"Woah." Peter's eyes wander throughout Bruce's lab. Holograms fill a lot of empty space.
"Hey mini Stark, hand me that slide rack will you?"
You were all smiles. Peter could see you were finally in your element.
"What are you doing now?" You peer over Bruce's shoulder.
"Not too close, unless you wanna put on a coat and some goggles." He says, eyes locked on the microscope.
You immediately run back to the doors, a nervous Peter Parker blocking the coat hanger.
"C'mon Peter." You enthusiastically put on a lab coat and fasten the glasses over your face. Without hesitation, you put another pair on Peter's face and throw him a coat.
You grab him by the sleeve just as he put on the coat and run back to Bruce.
"Dr. Banner, this is Peter." You smiled.
Bruce looks up from his microscope and gives a small wave.
"From what I've seen, I think he might be one of us." You chuckled.
"...And maybe one of you guys." You give Peter a teasing smile.
Peter let out a small and odd noise before clearing his throat.
"Dr. Banner, I'm a huge fan." Peter gushes.
"Hey, show him your webs." You pull his sleeve back.
Bruceâs eyes studied the webshooters.
"He's the spider guy." You say proudly.
Peter tries not to shake uncontrollably from a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Oh.. You made these?" Bruce blinks curiously.
Peter nods and tries to conceal his growing smile.
âHeâs one of you guys. I told you.â You wink at Peter, only for him to see.
âThatâs⌠how? How did you make these?â Bruce chuckled in disbelief.
âCan I borrow your whiteboard?â Peter asks.
After writing down the entire formula for the polymer he used for his webs, Peter finally slouches over. His work takes up a majority of the board.
Bruce stares in awe of Peterâs creation.
âBasically this is it.â Peter scratches the back of his neck.
âVisit any time kid.â Bruce chuckled, speechless. He gives Peter a pat on the shoulder.
âHow about a snack?â You asked Peter.
âIf youâre gonna pass this little audition with my dad, you should probably know where the kitchen is.â You sighed, pulling the goggles off your face.
âAre you sure youâre not just hungry?â Peter asks.
âOh, I finally got the boy to let his guard down? Telling jokes now huh?â You laughed.
Peter shakes his head, smiling to the floor.
âI just met Bruce Banner.â
âMhm.â You trail down a long hallway, to a shiny pair of doors that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. The kind of doors Peter would visualize any person having a hard time opening.
Behind the doors was a kitchen area bigger than the living room of his apartment. The marble top island was like his dining table.
âTake anything.â You said casually, fetching two spoons from a drawer.
Peter walks in like heâs just attended his own surprise party. When he opened the pantry he didnât expect a wall of snacks.
âI like these.â Peter points to the bag of mini reeseâs cups.
âThen bring the bag dummy.â You snorted and opened the freezer.
âHow about some ice cream?â
Peter and you somehow moved all your snacks to the balcony and you started tearing away at them almost immediately.
âYou brought a lot.â Peter unwraps a peanut butter cup while you sink your spoon into your coffee ice cream.
âWhat are you hinting at man?â You give him a glare.
âNO! God, no I meant I donât want to eat all this food, itâs- itâs not mine Iâm sorry I didnât mean it like that.â By the end of Peterâs sentence he pops the candy in his mouth, defeated.
âIâm messing with you. Dig in. Seriously though Cap is on a new diet he found on this dumb blog. I never shouldâve gave him an iPad for Christmas.â You rolled you eyes.
âItâs mostly my snacks now. Sometimes Natasha eats with me when I bother her enough.â
âCap? Cap as in?â Peter knew the answer but needed a confirmation. There was no way he could be convinced heâs in the very building where all these heroes roam around.
âCaptain America.â
âAnd Nat?â
âOh, Black Widow.â You say in a sultry voice.
âThatâs my lady. We watch dumb movies when I come around here.â You added.
âThatâs.. wow. You see them often?â Peter takes a spoon and digs into the ice cream too.
âI guess.â You shrugged.
âJust so you know, theyâre all lame like me. Not as cool as you think.â You grinned at the memories you had of them hanging around.
Peter shook his head.
âYouâre not lame. Youâre cool. I donât think anyone else can mess with Tony Stark like you can.â Peter chuckled.
You look down and take another scoop of ice cream.
ââŚNot that heâs the only reason why youâre cool. Youâre so smart and really funny.â And really pretty. But he wasnât going to say that.
âThanks. Youâre pretty cool too.â
Peter let out a dry laugh.
âNo. Iâm not. You should see me at school seriously. It varies from being invisible to being a-â
âDonât call yourself a loser or a nerd before I do a flip off this balcony.â You groaned.
âBesides, whatâs a nerd if not a person in the wrong environment?â You give him a nudge.
âThis is an environment where nerds thrive⌠And the occasional superhuman.â You added.
âThen why arenât you getting recruited possibly, like I am?â Peter asked.
âMy parents wonât ever let that happen.â You sighed, opening a bag of spicy chips.
âMaybe in the future, Iâll be one of these guys, weâll be older, and we can convince your parents.â He said.
âYouâre so innocent.â You laughed. âBut yeah. If you somehow land a spot here, you have to help me get in too.â
Peter held out his pinky.
â..What are you doing?â You raised an eyebrow.
âIâŚpinky promise.â Peter held a stern expression. For the worldâs best tour guide, he was willing to keep his word.
âOkay, swear?â You held out your pinky.
âSwear.â
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Hi jade <3 If youâre ever in the mood to write Peter, can I request a reader whoâs scared of spiders & the irony of this is not lost on him but heâs still sweet and doesnât hold it against her lol. Sending love!!
thank you for your request angel!! boyfriend!peter x fem!reader
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He smiles like he's being presented with a real treat.Â
"Hey," he says, "did you text me?"Â
You bump your knees together. Peter bends just a little at the waist to talk to you face to face where you perch.
"I called you, but I figured you'd be away from the phone," you say lightly. "What are you listening to?"Â
Peter hands you his phone, tucking an earphone into your ear with practised ease, and stands, pulling the keys from his pocket. He makes a confused sound when the door locks rather than opens.Â
"It's open?" he asks.Â
"I used the spare key." You get to your feet, his music playing in your ear. "That's okay, right?"Â
"That's why I told you where it is," he says fondly. He leans down to give you a quick kiss, his face lined with a usual playfulness, his smile laid over yours. "Why are we out here, then, waiting for me?"Â
"Can you play the song you showed me on Friday?" you ask rather than hurt his feelings.Â
"It's on there," he says. After a moment he ducks back to find it for you on his playlist, Is This It by The Strokes. He'd played it for you somewhere between heavy kisses and asking if you'd play with his hair. "Did you eat?"Â
Peter pushes the front door open and tries to pull you in with him, his hand on your wrist amicably, more insistent when you don't follow. He grins at you, hands vying for your underarms. "Is this a new kind of game you want to play?" he asks.
You let him grab you, but plant your feet. His earphone pops from your ear to dangle between you, and he apologises unnecessarily. He gets so concerned over little things, you know he won't give you shit for why you'd really been outside, but that doesn't make telling him less humiliating.  Â
"Peter," you say, "don't laugh, but there was a really big spider in there, and I lost it, and I don't know where it went. I can't go back in there."Â
Peter, to his credit, really doesn't laugh. "How big?"
You show him with your hand. He snorts, but when he looks up it's without any condescension. "You see the irony, right? I'm the biggest spider you're ever going to meet. You scared of me?"Â
"No," you mumble, tilting your head back as he dips forward to kiss you under the ear. His arms wrap around your back and you let the entirety of your weight fall against him, a strange and intrinsic pleasure in knowing he wouldn't ever drop you. "You're not gonna bite me."Â
He laughs into your neck. "I don't know⌠I could definitely bite you."Â
"You're not venomous, though."Â
Peter stands up and pulls you up to full height. "Where was it, pretty girl? I'll go catch it."Â
"In the kitchen? I spilled a glass of water, sorry, it kind of shocked me."Â
"It's okay. You're scared of spiders, you can't help it. I'll catch it and let it out here, how's that? Find something for us to listen to after, I was thinking we'd make fresh pasta?" He walks as he talks, disappearing into his house, voice bouncing off of the walls. "Where was it?"Â
"By the sink," you call.Â
"Top or underneath?"Â
"By the faucets, Pete!"Â
Peter opens a cabinet. There's quiet for a minute, a nerve-wracking silence that makes you think he's found it and is planning to sneak up on you with it, but there's a plastic sound and then he shouts, "I have it!"Â
You scramble away from the door and Peter walks out with it slowly, palm sized spider with fierce looking legs and fangs trapped between a tupperware container and a place mat. Disgusted, you stand as far away from him as you can while he crosses the street and lets it out into the tall grass.Â
He shows you the plastic is empty before he jogs at you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. He rubs the top of your arm. "Better?" he asks.Â
Being scared of spiders feels juvenile, but the fear remains regardless of the attitude toward it, and his actual sincere care makes you love him even more. It's always evident how much Peter loves you, but especially now.
"Thank you," you say, going on toes to kiss his cheek. Your sneakers squeak as you keep up with him, following him back into the house.Â
"Anything else you want me to do?" he asks, presenting his cheek proudly. "I like the reward. You smell really nice right now, what is that?"
"The pink one you got me. Love and Sugar, or something."Â
He lifts his chin, as if to say, Kiss? You press another to his cheek over the first. He deserves more than kisses, but it's what you have.Â
"I'm glad you're not scared of me," he says.Â
"You're not scary."Â
He raises his brows, looking down at you with the tip of his tongue pressed behind his top teeth. "Yeah?" he asks.Â
You kiss his bottom lip, uncaring of his open mouth. "Not scary at all," you murmur.Â
"Suddenly, I'm okay with that."Â
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little romance documentary
contains: swearing, fluff, use of y/n and a whole lot of dumb things.
tom!peter parker x stark!reader
a/n: the long-awaited rory comeback! and iâm in my spiderman phase so..the ethan landry stuff will have to wait.
summary: (based off the video diary scene in homecoming) a compilation of all things youâve done with peter :3
âWhat are you doing?â You poke at the camera, causing it to shake a little bit. âPlease donât tell me youâre going to show that to the rest of the world.â
Peter shakes his head, âWhat? No, itâs a little behind-the-scenes thing. Video diary, documentary..â He tries to find the right word.
This is probably why you thought your father hiring someone your age was a bad idea.
âRight, who are you gonna show it to?â And all you can do is stare into the camera while he keeps on recording whateverâs happening in the fancy car.
âOh, itâs just for me. For memories!â Peter moves the camera away from your view and makes it look like heâs in the spotlight instead.
Youâre quite overwhelmed, so you give him a smile in return. âYou can do a little introduction.. if you want.â He says with a grin as he makes the camera face you.
âOkay,â You clear your throat, fixing the way you looked. âIâm Y/N Stark, we are going to Germany, currently being driven by my trusty servant, Happy Hogan!â
Happy quickly interrupts the process, âAnd Iâm not too happy with how you have the nerve to call me your trusty servant.â You roll your eyes at his words. âWhatever.â
âAnd Iâm here with uh..Spiderboy!â You continue after a short while, Peter laughs, turning the camera back to himself before correcting the name, âItâs Spiderman, actually..â
The car speeds along the road, and everything felt okay. You were staring into the sun, enjoying and relaxing, Peter was recording you as you were doing so. Admiring how he was able to work with a really cool person..and his daughter.
Reporters and even influencers were calling you a privileged pretty girl, but he didnât believe those people at all.
You look back at Peter, whoâs quick to move the camera in Happyâs direction. You knew what he was doing and all you hoped for was that he didnât capture a bad angle.
âOkay, okay, let's do this properly,â you say, taking the camera from Peter. âI'm Y/N Stark, the brains and beauty behind this operation. And this,â you turn the camera to Peter, âis Spiderman, our main character and friendly neighborhood hero in Queens.â
Peter gives a mock salute to the camera. âIâm here to save the day or, at the very least, make some pretty cool memories.â
Happy shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he focuses on the road ahead. âJust don't get yourselves into too much trouble, kids.â
âTrouble? Us? Neverrrr~â you say with a smirk.
This was also the start of a great friendship.
-
The camera flicks on and Peterâs face fills the screen as he grins mischievously. âAlright, weâre going to pull the ultimate prank on Happy. Wish us luck.â He whispers into the lens.
You appear next to him, just as excited, holding a box. âWeâve been planning this for a while. This is going to be EPIC.â You whisper.
The two of you sneak through the hallway of the lavish suite, making sure you arenât attracting any attention. Happy was inside his room, absorbed by a movie, completely unaware of whatâs happening as usual.
âReady?â you ask Peter, who nods to the camera.
You press a button on a small remote, activating the surprise. Suddenly, the speakers hidden around the room begin to play the song âWHO LET THE DOGS OUT?â
Happyâs movie is long gone when itâs replaced by a compilation of embarrassing moments such as Happy looking into the fridge at three in the morning, him slipping on the floor, Happy trying (and utterly failing) to dance and getting scared by jumpscares.
He looks up, startled at first. âWhat the hell..?â
And that was your cue.
You and Peter burst into the room, laughing hysterically. âGOTCHA!â You shout, holding up the camera to capture his reaction. Happy was trying to suppress such levels of anger behind his crossed arms. âReally, kid? Youâre involving the bossâs daughter OR SHOULD I SAY THE DEVILâS OFFSPRING in your shenanigans?â
You both grin sheepishly. âHappy, relax..it was all her idea. I was just the accomplice, I was cool.â Happy shakes his head in disgust. âYouâre lucky I have a sense of humor.â He says, holding up a finger as he walks to the bathroom. âTHIS MEANS WAR!â Happy yells out.
âBring it on, grandpa.â You tease. âYouâll never top this.â You and Peter high-five. âThink we need to wrap this up before he gets any other ideas..â Peter scratches his head as you turn the camera back to yourself.
Peter put on a cowboy-ish accent, âUntil next time, folks. We are now signing off.â He tips his invisible hat, still grinning.
-
Youâre on a plush couch next to the famous Tony Stark, sitting across from Peter who has the camera in his hand.
âHey, nonexistent audience, welcome back to our comedy club! Weâre here with Mr. Stark since this is a special episode.â Peter leans over at the camera, making him look like heâs upside down.
He pans the camera to you and Tony. Your father looked slightly bewildered and you were enjoying the spotlight.
âThank you so much for joining us, Mr. Stark.â Peter settles down in front of the two of you. âFirst off, Y/Nâhow does it feel to be the daughter of Iron Man? Is it all..uh, glitz and glamour?â
You laugh, glancing at your dad. âIt has its pros and cons. I still wanna sue that reporter for calling me a bitch.â Peter laughs at your words and focuses the camera on you as you go on and on about trying out the latest tech before it even reaches the world.
Tony raises an eyebrow at Peter and then looks back at you while you ramble about being a Stark.
âThatâs a bit odd,â He places a hand on his chin, probably showing off his goatee. âMy daughter likes to do solo projects, so itâs odd seeing you two of all people working together for this..video diary but if youâre out of trouble and it keeps Y/N happy, who am I to complain, right?â
You smirk, âAt least Dadâs on board.â
Peter smiles, moving on to the next question. âY/N, whatâs one thing people would be surprised to know about Mr. Stark as a dad?â
You think for a moment, then grin. âHeâs actually a big softie. He pretends to be all tough and serious, but heâs the first to offer a hug when you need one. And he makes the best pancakes.â
Tony chuckles, shaking his head. âYouâre ruining my tough guy image, kid.â
Peter chuckles but doesnât remove the cameraâs focus from you. âAnd Mr. Stark, whatâs one piece of advice youâd give to Y/N as she navigates her way through life?â
Tonyâs expression turns sincere, his tone softening. âAlways be true to yourself, buttercup. Itâs easy to get caught up in what people expect of you, but at the end of the day, itâs your own integrity and heart that matter the most. And remember, youâre stronger than you think.â
You smile, touched by your dadâs words. âThanks, Dad.â
Peter glances at his notepad, then back at the two of you. âAlright, final question. Y/N, whatâs next for you? Any exciting projects or plans?â
Tony raises an eyebrow, he definitely caught on Peterâs not-so-secret intentions by now. âWell, Iâve got a few ideas in the works,â you say, smiling at the camera. âBut youâll have to stay tuned to find out. Canât give away all my secrets now, can I?â
Tony leans back. âYou know, Peter, you seem very interested in Buttercupâs plans. Any particular reason for that?â
Peter stammers slightly, his cheeks turning a bit red. âOh, I just think she has some really cool ideas, Mr. Stark.â
You laugh, leaning towards the camera. âAnd you can bet weâll be documenting every step of the way in our video diary.â
Peter grins, wrapping up. âWell, thatâs it for todayâs episode. Big thanks to Tony Stark for joining us. Until next time, keep watching for more adventures.â
As the recording ends, Tony shakes his head, smiling at the two of you. âYou know, this might actually be a good thing. Just donât let it go to your heads.â
You leave the room and the first thing Tony does is head over to Peter. âIâm not the kind of father to tell boys to stay away from their skanky little daughters but..donât lay your..spider hands, spider legs, eight legs, whatever spiders have on my daughter.â
-
Peter sits on the edge of his bed in his hotel room, bouncing slightly with excitement despite the cuts and bruises covering his face. The adrenaline from the fight still runs through his veins. He can't help but giggle as he replays the battle in his mind.
There's a knock on the door, and before he can respond, you step inside. âPeter? You in here?â
âY/N! You wonât believe what just happened, I met Captain America and I took his shield and I was like..â Peter puts on a deep voice as he runs his mouth even faster, âHey, whatâs up, everybody? Iâm Spiderman from Queens andââ
âOkay, okay, youâre talking too fast.â You stop him but you canât help but laugh at how enthusiastic he is about everything. âYou probably looked impressive out there, Spider-boy, but are you okay? I mean-â
Peterâs grin widens and he interrupts, âIâm more than okay! IT WAS INSANE! I was out there with Iron Man, Black Widow, Captain America, Hawkeye and a bunch of new guys and I..â He stops when he sees how genuinely worried you are. âBut yeah, Iâm fine..really. Just a scratch.â
You canât help but smile. âAlright, letâs see those âfew bruisesâ then,â you say, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to you.
This was the moment where you realized you were falling in love with him.
Peter sits beside you, still bubbling with excitement. âOkay, so there was this one moment where I webbed Capâs shield andââ
âWait, you webbed Captain Americaâs shield?âyour eyes were wide. âYeah!â His face lit up. âAnd then heâs like, âYou got heart, kid,â and Iâm thinking, âDid Captain America just compliment me?ââ
You laugh, shaking your head. âThatâs incredible, Peter. But seriously, are you sure youâre okay?â
Peter nods, his expression softening a bit. âSore, but good. It was just... so surreal. Iâve never been in anything like that before.â
You reach out and gently touch one of the bruises on his cheek. âIâm glad youâre okay. You did great today, Peter. Just donât forget to take care of yourself too.â
âI will, I PROMISE.â He gives you a little pinky promise, both of you linking your small fingers together. His excitement gave way to a more relaxed, contented smile.
As Peter finished talking about everything that happened at the airport in detail, you lean in and press a gentle kiss on his roughed-up cheek. âGoodnight, Pete.â
Peterâs eyes widened in surprise, nearly all of his blood rushing to his face. âAww, thanks.â A blush creeped up his face.
As you stand to leave, Peter's gaze shifts to the table where the camera is.
His cheeks flush even deeper as he realizes the camera caught your goodnight kiss. He quickly reaches over to turn it off, Peter can't help but smile as he replays the moment over in his mind until he drifts off into sleep.
This was also the moment he realized he was falling in love with you too.
-
The two of you sat side by side on Peterâs bed, watching the footage from his laptop.
Suddenly, the scene transitions to the part where you kissed Peter goodnight. Peter shifts next to you, scratching the back of his head. âUm, so..that was uh, unexpected!â
You nod as well, âTotally unexpected.â
Peter clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but straight into your soul. âI mean, not that it wasn't nice! It was... really nice. But, um, I just didn't expect it.â
You chew on your lip, trying to find the right words. âRight, yeah. I mean, it's not like I planned it or anything. It just... happened.â
There's a long pause when the awkwardness decides to stay forever. Finally, Peter breaks the silence. "I... I have to tell you something. Ever since we started this video diary, I kinda..uh, liked you. Not like a âyouâre coolâ like but yeah! I..like-like you. More than just a general..likeness.â
You were caught off guard. âOh, wow, thatâs um, even more unexpected.â
Peter winces, his cheek turning as red as his suit. âYeah, I know, itâs kind of out of the blue..sorry. I didnât wanna make things weird because I work for your dad of all people.â
âNo, itâs not weird..uh.â You shake your head, trying to find the right words to say. âI donât feel the same way but uh-â
Peterâs eyes widen, âOh, thatâs alright, I mean, I wasnât forcing you to like me back butââ
âNO! NO! NO!â You sit up and look down at Peter, âI do feel the same way, I uh..like-like you too but it feels like I care a lot more than you do..like I like you a lot more than you like me. Shit like that..â
âReally?â He breathes out, âYou do?â
You nod, fixing Peterâs messed-up hair. âYeah, I do.â
Before either of you can say anything else, Peter gets up, places the laptop on the other side and leans in hesitantly, his lips mere inches from yours. He looks at you, and all you can do in the intensity of the moment is nod. Peter closes the gap and captures your lips in a soft kiss.
He grabs you by the waist and has you straddling him as you try to deepen the kiss. Peter, considering your father, probably thought you had some experience but you didnât. You, on the other hand, were thankful for the playboy genes kicking in so this wouldnât turn out horrible.
It's awkward, clumsy, and completely perfect in its imperfection, just like how any other first kiss two people have should be.
You both pull away, breathless and wide-eyed.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door breaks the moment, causing you both to jump apart in surprise. Aunt May's voice calls out from the other side, oblivious to the lovey-dovey moment within.
âPeter, dinner's ready!â
You share a sheepish smile, Peter realizes heâs not alone in his embarrassment. âGuess we'll continue this later,â you say, your cheeks still flushed.
âShe makes terrible meatloaf, I just wanted to tell you.â He says as you get off his lap.
You look at the laptop next to Peter and laugh at the sight of Peter blushing and gushing like a fool after you kissed him that night. âI think we turned your video diary into a little romance documentary instead.â
âAt least Iâll have something to show people when they ask how we met.â Peter shrugs and closes the laptop.
âYou still canât show that to anyone else, man..â You groan as you stand up, grabbing Peterâs hand to help him up.
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One night in the lab Peter finds an old prototype of the EDITH glasses and puts them on.
"Look Mr. Stark! I am Iron Man," he says with a deep voice.
"C'mon kid, that's the best impression you got?" Tony says before looking up.
He sees Peter with those rectangular frames and big grin. For a moment he thinks he's looking at old publicity photos of himself. A confident Tony Stark, tinted glasses and cocky smile, hair fluffed up and oozing manly charm.
Tony's easy smile drops a bit at the thought of Peter being anything like who he used to be.
"Oh sorry for talking over you Ms. Potts I just like the sound of my own voice more than hearing about the safety of our company. I'm too cool to apologize so I'll buy you a zoo for endangered species later honey," Peter tries again with the mocking deep voice.
Tony is quick to recover from the odd deja-vu feeling of seeing the teenager in the frame of a mirror, focusing back on his hologram.
"Yeah because I call the love of my life by her last name. And for your information it was an alpaca sanctuary, and she loved it." Tony corrects, pointing a pen at Peter in rebuke without looking up from his work.
"I chose to be respectful over accurate. Also I saw those alpaca photos and one of them was trying to chew on her skirt, she didn't look very impressed." Peter replies with a matter of fact press of his lips.
Tony glances back at the boy only to find himself unable to look away. He can't help but hear echoes of "I just wanted to be like you!" when he sees the boy wearing frames reminiscent of Tony's classic fashion sense.
Tony thinks about Howard, how he used to run laps to prove he was good enough, better than, worthy of being his son.
He was never enough for Howard.
"You're always better at remembering that kind of stuff than me anyways kid."
Peter is taken back by the earnest tone the older man suddenly possesses. His mouth opens but no words come out in reply, Tony looking at him as if he can see right through the spiderling.
"Now stop playing with my old crap and c'mere, we have some important decisions to make," Tony waves him over to look at something on his phone.
When Peter gets close enough he sees that it's a food delivery app, Tony's fingers hovering between an Indian and Thai restaurant.
Peter shoots him another grin, "I vote for samosas!"
Tony rolls his eyes but clicks on the Indian restaurant anyways.
Peter notices in the reflection of the phone that he still has the glasses on, reaching up to remove them before Tony puts a hand on his wrist to stop him.
"Keep em on, it's the first time you've ever looked cool enough to hang out with me. The tech in those is useless anyways, they're just a pair of sunglasses now."
Peter looks up at his mentor with such awe and admiration that Tony nearly melts like butter under the sun.
Tony may not do many things right when it comes to people, but he knows that even when he was still young and naive he'd known better than to ever look at Howard like that.
So maybe there's one thing he hasn't screwed up.
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you could wipe my mind, i'd still be stuck on you
tags: peter parker x fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, college/university au, lots of sarcasm, 1k words synopsis: while going out shopping to buy snacks for movie night, your bf, peter parker, tries to convince to you to let him get a new video game. chaos ensues. a/n: wow hey welcome to my first fic posted on here... sorry if this seems rushed haha. tysm @103rafes for helping me with the ending, ily man. reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!! title is from stuck on you by grentperez
"alright, i think we've got everything!" your eyes scanned through the various assortment of junk food in the grocery cart. "movie night is gonna be awe-" You turned to face your bf only to find no one standing near you. "ugh... where is that idiot?"
walking around the store, you find your boyfriend of 1 year, peter parker, in the electronics section. of course he was. you thought, he probably even forgot what they were at the store for.
he was staring intently at the newest spider-man video game. Spider-Man 2, it had came out just last month and everyone was going crazy over it. he had a scrunched up look on his face, studying the cover of the game in the clear display case.
as you walked up to him, his senses picked up on your location and he turned his head around, quickly glancing at you before turning his head back towards the display case. "i still can't believe they make video games of me. they really captured my likeness" he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "i am so going to get this."
rolling your eyes, you sighed. "no we're not mister. c'mon its time to go home." you tugged on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but Peter still didn't move an inch.
"please y/n... ned has the game! so does everyone we know!"
"why don't you just go over to ned's house and play it?" you suggested, rolling your eyes once again. "yeah, keep rolling your eyes. it'll be stuck like that soon enough." he huffed with a pout. "if you let me get it i'll let you pick the movie tonight. i know you love those cheesy hallmark movies..." peter said in a sing-songy voice. he leaned in to give you a small peck on the cheek and looked at you with his chocolate puppy-dog eyes.
"your silly antics don't work on me." you can't help but let out a giggle as buried his face into your neck and kissing every expanse of skin on it. peter wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you close. "but no. out of the both of us, you're the worst at managing your spendings and we need the money."
he hummed. "but mr. stark gave me my paycheck on monday, its more than enough to buy the game and put away some of it in our savings..."
"you mean your allowance?"
"hey! i may not be an avenger, but i still work for one of the richest people in america" he laughed, messing up your hair. "so... can i still get it?"
you hesitated for a moment, doing some calculations in your head. the two of you lived together in a dingy apartment and did extra jobs on the side to keep the both of them afloat. you knew peter worked hard a lot, trying to keep his grades up while maintaining his life as the city's spider-man so maybe he did deserve something nice for himself.
the corners of your mouth lifted in a small smile. "well..."
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âdid you see that! i beat his ass so hard.â your bf laughed. you watched intently at the screen trying to decipher what was going on but all you could see were bright flashes of colour.
âyou already beat ass in real life. donât understand why you need to buy this game just to play a virtual version of yourself.â you said jokingly while eating from the bowls of chips and candy you bought earlier that day. you grimaced as you peter took a large handful of m&ms and popcorn, shoving them into his mouth.
âtrue, but this is more fun.â he said between mouthfuls. âplus i donât get hurt.â he gave you a dorky little grin.
well there was no denying that, you thought as you smiled back. as much as peter tried to argue, you insisted on paying for the game as a gift. just seeing peter smile over some silly game made you fall in love with him all over again. it was surreal, dating the spider-man. the same one that appeared on the news 24/7. the same one that made you worry for days wondering if he might come back from saving crime.
but he wasnât just spider-man. he was just plain old peter parker. the boy from queens that you met all those years ago. the boy who was practically an academic genius and the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
interrupting you from your thoughts, peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you tightly. he had already finished playing the game but he still grasped the controller in his hand.
âwhat are you thinking about?â he asked quietly, playing with the strands of hair falling on your shoulders. he smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of butter from the popcorn.
âwhat?â
peter chuckled. âyou were staring at me with that look you get when youâre thinking really hard. like your nose scrunches up a bit and you have this wide smile on your faceâ
âoh⌠i wasnât really thinking about anything.â you locked eyes with him, staring into his big, doe brown eyes. you shimmied closer to him and rested your head on shoulder. âjust thinking about how great you are.â
âthanks for feeding my egoâ ow!â you punched him on the arm but there was no anger to it. âim joking, im joking. youâre great too.â the smile lines on his face deepened.
peter leaned his head against yours. âthank you for getting me that game by the way. i love you.â he pressed his lips against your temple, making a line down towards your cheeks, then ending at your lips. they were soft and warm, and he tasted like slightly like chocolate.
âmm, love you too spidey-boy. now play your game, i didnât spend 90 dollars on that for nothing.â you giggled lightly.
unable to pull away from your face, he grumbled. âokay, okay! way to ruin a moment with my lovely girlfriendâŚâ
âdoes this spider-man have a girlfriend too?â you nodded towards the screen.
âyouâre better than any video game girlfriend i could have as spider-manâ. you couldnât help but let out a string of laughs as he pulled you in again, planting kisses all over your face.
fin.
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Could we get a Peter Parker (Tom holland) x mentor reader? The reader is already an experienced hero and heâs taking care of Peter new injuries and giving him advice.
Peter Parker x Mentor male reader
Tom holland is my favorite Spider-Man so I loved writing this. I also added a title a friend of mine recommended it.
â ď¸Warnings â Father figure reader, stitches, patching up, lecturing, canon Peter Parker, mentions of pain and etc.â ď¸
Stitches and Lessons
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, casting a cold, sterile glow over the cluttered room. Peter Parker sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, his Spider-Man suit peeled down to his waist, revealing a web of fresh cuts and bruises across his torso. He winced as you dabbed at a particularly nasty gash on his shoulder with antiseptic.
"Ow, ow, ow! Could you, like, *not* dig into my soul with that cotton swab?" Peter whined, squirming under your grip.
"Stay still," you said firmly, your voice calm but commanding. You didn't flinch as you pressed the swab deeper into the wound. "If youâd actually dodged instead of playing hero with your face, we wouldnât be here right now."
Peter huffed, crossing his arms but obediently staying still. "I did dodge! Mostly. I mean, you try avoiding all those guys when their charging at you like a truck with legs."
"That's the point, kid," you said, setting the swab aside and reaching for the needle and thread. "The bad guys youâre fighting are brute. Their predictable. He charges, you move. You donât have to be faster; you just have to be smarter."
Peter watched as you threaded the needle with practiced ease. His usually chatty demeanor gave way to a rare moment of quiet. "You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple," you replied, though your tone softened. "Whatâs not simple is you thinking you have to take every hit for everyone else. Thatâs not how this works, Peter."
You started stitching the gash, your hands steady despite Peterâs occasional flinches. He bit down on his lip, suppressing another yelp. "I can't just let people get hurt," he said after a moment. "Isnât that the whole point? 'With great power...' and all that?"
You paused, needle hovering mid-air, and looked him in the eye. "That quote doesnât mean you have to destroy yourself to save everyone else. Great power, great responsibilityâit means knowing your limits. Knowing when to fight and when to step back. Youâre no good to anyone if youâre out of commission because you thought you could take on everything by yourself."
Peter's shoulders slumped. "Yeah, but... what if stepping back means someone gets hurt? What ifâwhat if I fail?"
You finished the last stitch and tied it off with a firm knot. Setting the needle down, you rested a hand on Peter's uninjured shoulder. "Youâre going to fail, Peter. Itâs inevitable. No one saves everyone, not even the best of us. But itâs not about how many people you save or how perfectly you do it. Itâs about trying your best, learning from your mistakes, and coming back stronger."
Peter looked down at his hands, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his suit. "How do you deal with it? Failing, I mean."
You leaned back, letting out a soft sigh. "You remind yourself why you started. You let the people you saveâthe ones you can saveâbe your anchor. And when it gets too heavy, you lean on the people whoâve got your back." You gave him a pointed look. "Like me, for example."
A small, sheepish smile tugged at Peterâs lips. "Thanks... for patching me up. And for the pep talk. Even if it did feel like a lecture.""Anytime, kid," you said, standing and stretching your arms. "But next time, try to get fewer holes punched into you, alright? My stitching skills arenât for free."
Peter laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Iâll try, but no promises. Itâs kind of my thing, you know?"
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the first aid kit to clean up. "Yeah, yeah. Just remember: youâre not alone in this. Youâve got a whole teamâand meâto help you figure it out."Peterâs grin grew a little wider, a little brighter. "Got it, mentor dude."
You shot him a mock glare, but the warmth in your eyes betrayed you. "Go home and get some rest, Spider-Man. The city can survive a night without you swinging through it."
As Peter slipped his mask back on and headed for the window, he paused. "Hey," he called over his shoulder. "Youâre not as scary as you look, you know." Before you could respond, he shot a web at the nearest building and disappeared into the night, leaving you shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.
"Kidâs going to be the death of me," you muttered, though the faint smile on your face said otherwise.
THE END
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Summary: as summer at hogwarts approaches, both you and Regulus build up your walls again, lose sleep, and are warry of saying yes to the offer to go to Potter Manor.
A/n: might write a pt.2? Would we like that? Maybe? Idk, I lost the plot halfway through and u can tell lmao. Also, have not written for this specific ship, so I may not be as good as the queen of this ship
Update!: pt2
Poly!moonwater x gn!reader (Remus lupin x regulus black x reader) | 1.6k words
Tw: allusions to toxic family, losing sleep, snippy bc of losing sleep, negative thoughts, anxiety, a nap dude
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History of Magic is usually an easy subject. Sit down, take notes, look over the assignment, complete it during dinner or before bed, and you're done.
But today everything but that is happening. You managed to get all the way to sitting down and pulling out your parchment and quill before the words Professor Binns says all mesh together. Nothing makes sense.
And you know it's due to the ache behind your eyes, the pounding in your head and the ache in your bones.
The last few nights you haven't slept, not really at least. It's nearing the end of this year at Hogwarts so everyone is preparing to go home. Planning what they will do with one another over break before the new year starts up. Talking about their family traditions, and a feeling of excitement takes the castle.
Despite this, a feeling of dread has been following you like your own personal rain cloud. The knowledge you'll have to return home eating you alive. Knowing you won't be able to contact Remus or Regulus, less your parents find out you're dating them, making you feel like you're choking on your heart.
The memories you've made this year really should weigh out the weeks you will spend with your family. In the stiff place, you're forced to call home with strict rules and expectations. Yet, you feel horrible. And it's been causing you to force yourself into your studies for the upcoming tests. Avoiding sleep due to nightmares that have recently plagued your mind.
Which leads to now, the room spinning slowly on an axis, ans Professor Binns slightly to blurry, even for a ghost. You know you need to zone back in, drink some water, take a vitamin potion or even visit Madam Pomfrey at this rate. Yet you can't make yourself do it.
Continuing to stay in your zoned out state till the end of class. And that's when even you draw the line.
Standing up from your seat as everyone filters out, albeit a little you're moving a little slower than usual, you exit in search of your boyfriends. Either or both. And it's not exactly a very long search, quickly finding yourself face to face with Regulus Black and Remus Lupin.
"Hey, dove." Remus' voice is sweet, per usual, like the comfort of a spoon full of honey on a sore throat.
Regulus doesn't speak for a full moment, analyzing you. To anyone else it would look judgmental, but the softness in his eyes and slight pull at the edge of his lips tell you differently.
"Hi, Rem." The boys look at one another, an unspoken conversation playing out.
"Why don't we go to my dorm?" Remus looks back to you, "haven't had much time for the three of us. James and Sirius have quidditch, and Peter is going to his study group."
"I'm down." Without another word, the three of you walk towards Gryffindor tower.
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Remus knows that Regulus tends to be a little quieter the closer to the end of the year, having been around the other Black brother for a while now. Already knowing how closed off Sirius would get when he still lived at the Black Manor, building up the walls early to protect himself when he left.
Even now, Sirius does it. Remus isn't sure if it's a habit or the fact that Regulus has been refusing to take the offer to stay at Potter Manor as well.
But you? You, he's not sure. Remus knows you and Regulus have known one another longer than he's known you, and that's never really bothered him. Remus knows all three of you love one another, and he's never felt left out. But know? Know he wishes you'd talk about your own home life.
Regulus doesn't like talking about his experiences at home; the only thing Remus knows is from old stories from Sirius. And Remus will never pry, not wanting to force either of you to do anything you don't want to.
But Merlin, he feels nearly useless right now, wishing to see the tension in your shoulders calm, wishing to see you and Regulus calm again. Wishing Regulus would take the offer to join them at Potter Manor. He wishes for both your safety more than anything.
The walk to the dorm is quite, but not peaceful. Everyone trying to stay calm and wishing someone else would say something. But no one knowing quite what to say to break the silence.
Once you do get up to the dorm, the Gryffindor's dorm, Regulus sets his bag by Remus' nightstand, you following suit, the emblems on your bags a contrast to the surrounding room. Regulus goes to find clothes he's left in Remus' closet before, while you sit on the lycans bed to slip off your shoes. Remus sits next to you, his hand resting on your lower back.
And finally, after far too long, Remus breaks the silence. "Dove..."
You glance up at him as you slip your shoes under the edge of his bed. "Yes?"
Remus sends a quick glance to Regulus, who's slipping on a long black sleeve shirt, one more comfortable than the previous Slytherin uniform. "I understand if you aren't comfortable with it, but..." He pauses for a moment, glancing back to look into your eyes, his thumb rubbing gentle strokes on your spine. "If you want to, you know you're welcome to stay at James' house."
Under his hand, Remus feels you tense, and from his peripheral, Regulus paused to listen.
"That's- that's okay, Remus. But tell James I appreciate the offer, please." You stand up far too fast for your lack of sleep, causing you to fall right back where you were sitting. Alerting both boys.
One of Remus' hands stay glued to your back, the other on your shoulder, as if your keen over. Regulus is quick to stand infront of you.
"Love, you should stay with them." Regulus' voice is full of worry. "It's better than any other option."
"You're not going." Your eyes shoot up to Regulus', far more defensive than you mean to be. Remus' hand, which was previously on your shoulder, moves down to the bed, the other hand continuing to run against your spine again.
"That's doesn't mean you shouldn't go." Regulus matches your defensiveness out of habit.
"You both should come." Remus talks before you can shoot back, hand on the bed finally moving to Regulus' arm, never seeming to catch a break.
There's a heavy pause. One that goes on for an uncomfortable amount of time.
"I'll think about it if you do." Your voice is more timid as you hold your stare at Regulus' eyes, his boring right back into you. Intense, deep, and so, so, loving.
Regulus sighs, "fine."
"Thank you, both. Seriously, you should come. James and Sirius want you guys there. Not to mention James' parents, they love new people." Remus kisses your hair line, standing up, hand leaving your back, before kissing Regulus on the lips. Both your bodies lossen.
Remus moves to change out of his uniform, and you quickly stand up to join him. Regulus' hand comes out to make sure you're steady as you grab a pair of sweats that no one truly knows who belongs to. They were probably once James, but at some point Lily stole them, and at a different point Sirius stole them back, and now so many of your friends have worn them at some point, it's probably weird.
Grabbing those and a jumper belonging to Regulus, you turn back to see Remus already curled around Regulus' back, who lays with enough room for you to join them. Both trying not to show just how eager they are for an afternoon nap.
You climb onto Remus' bed as well, using your wand to close the curtains, magically dimming the lights in the room before placing it on the bedside table. Curling into Regulus' front, leg thrown over his hip, you tuck your head into his neck. Yet your eyes remain open.
You definitely want to sleep, and you know you should, Remus is likely already asleep, knowing the bastard sleeps like the dead. Yet the knowing you could have another wretched nightmare makes you stay awake, staring over Regulus' shoulder the the golden brown hair tucked into his back, belonging to Remus, and letting the black hair belonging to Regulus slightly tickle your cheek.
"Go to sleep dove. Both of you. Please, you can't function without it." Remus' voice seems to startle both you and Regulus, both believing he was asleep, and believing the same about one another.
You pull back from Regulus neck, facing him, seeing the features of his face barely visible in the dark room. "We will, baby." Your voice is soft, as if you were telling a secret.
Remus merely hums and shift slightly before relaxing back into Regulus' back.
"Get some sleep, darling." Regulus kisses your cheek, "it's going to be okay in the end."
"I know. I know. We both need sleep; Remus is gonna kill us." Softly connecting your lips with his, slow and lazy, both smiling at the hum from Remus, confirming the empty threat you made for him.
You return to your being tucked into Regulus' neck. "'M sorry for being snappy with you." You mumble against his skin.
"You have nothing to apologies for, I understand where you're coming from darling." His hand rests on your hip and lower back, relaxing further into you and Remus, closer and closer to having a lovely nap. Of which, you join with the hopes of no nightmares.
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Regulus was manically pacing around his room, playing with the cord at the base of the phone.
"What do you mean there's another one?" He asked in an exasperated tone, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and fight the annoyed headache he could feel brewing.
"Another wedding invitation has just come for you, from Emmaline Vance? Wait was she the one who was obsessed with Peter and would try to dance with him at every party for like a year?" Sirius said, getting progressively louder and more excited as he carried on.
"Yes." Regulus bit out. He really could not be bothered to go to another wedding. Why did everyone want to get married all of a sudden, it's only been a couple, wait no 7 years, since he left high school. God, how had it been 7 years already? "Surely I don't have to go. I can just RSVP back saying 'thanks, but no thanks' that'll work right?"
Regulus didn't even really understand why he was getting so many invitations. He'd had 5 wedding invites so far, 2 baby showers which he was not going to and 2 reunion dinners. Of course his own brother's wedding invitation was not included in this list of grievances. He's never dare complain about having to watch the happiest day of Sirius's life. Even just hearing him and Remus try and sort out the last few details made his heart warm in a way that he would never dare admit to.
"Come on, you have to!" Sirius exclaimed. "Everyone will want to see you. Besides all of us," 'us' being Sirius, Remus, James, Peter, Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas, "are going and I refuse to spend another evening answering a million questions about you when you could just get over yourself and come!!!!"
Sirius was referring to the last high school reunion that happened 2 years ago that he had refused to go to. Apparently, Sirius spent the whole night getting asked about Regulus's whereabouts and what he was doing, if it was true that he had refused to work in the family business, whether he was gay and if so, was he single?
"Ugh," he groaned, "if I do go, and that's an if! I'll need a date. Where am I supposed to get a date on such short notice." Regulus's head was now beginning to ache as it had threatened to do so at the thought of having to sit through a wedding with someone he barely knew just to show that he wasn't alone and that he was doing well for himself.
"I don't know, do I? I mean you don't have to have a date." Sirius suggested, speaking through a mouth of some form of food.
"I do though don't I, otherwise I'll just get pitying looks the entire night. Or worse, people coming up to me trying to ask me out." He shivered at the thought.
Sirius choked a little, "That's a bit cocky don't you think?"
"No I don't think it is actually, not after I had Gideon touching my knee last month asking if I'd 'be interested in a night to remember', I cannot do that again. I just can't," he whined. He may as well have stomped his feet to go along with the toddler type tantrum he was getting close to. But Regulus did not care, he was being entirely serious when he said he could not do it again.
"Fine then, go with Barty?" Sirius suggested.
"Can't he's already going with Evan." Regulus responded, damning them both because it wouldn't be a half bad idea.
"Act as if you're in a throuple, you could pull it off." Sirius teased.
"Sirius" Regulus whined again, he needed real solutions.
"Pandora?"
"Doesn't really work now that everyone knows I'm gay." Regulus was getting tired now, why did he call his brother again? Oh right he didn't, Sirius called him because Regulus is currently on a work trip and Sirius is watering his plants and clearly snooping through his post.
"Well, I don't have any other ideas. This is why you need more friends." Sirius said matter of factly.
"To have as back up wedding guests?"
"Yes, that's what we do all the time. I don't actually think that anyone really knows who is with who. Oh, you could go with James. I don't think he was planning to go with anyone."
"Yeah, pass." He would not go with James Potter. Not for any particular reason, he just couldn't.
"Right well, I can't help you"
"Apparently so. I'm gonna go" Regulus just needed to lie down and think about what he was gonna do. He still had a month to figure it all out.
"Alright, see you soon, call me if you need anything else." Sirius said, trying to maintain his 'helpful' older brother personality that he had built.
"Yep will do, bye." Regulus hung up.
He really hated wedding season.
Just had this idea, it will be Jegulus. Kinda fake dating/ friends to lovers type deal. I'm actually pretty excited to start writing it and have quite a few ideas already.
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Favour for a Friend (Sirius Black x Reader) - Part 1
This came to me in a dream and I had to write it down! I've never posted any of my own works anywhere, but figured it's a short little one-shot that I may as well put out there even if no one ever reads it! If I feel inspired I might turn this into a proper fic, but idk yet.
Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader (No use of Y/N)
A/N: set at Hogwarts, fake dating trope
Warnings: Swearing, Sirius isn't gay (even though Wolfstar is obviously canon lol)
Word count: 1401
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Barely catching her breath enough to mutter the password, the Gryffindor girl rushed into the common room, all windswept hair, flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She spotted the Marauders all lounging by the fire (except Peter - he was always off snogging Dorcus in a closet these days) and made a beeline straight for them. Remus was squashed awkwardly in an armchair, a book open against his long legs where they were draped over one arm and his back resting against the other. James was sitting up on one end of the adjacent couch, his transfiguration homework in his lap, with Sirius sprawled at the other end, legs stretched out in front of him, head tipped back and eyes closed, listening to the music emanating from the record player nearby.
She felt a twinge of regret when the cosy atmosphere broke as she stormed over, her gaze flicking over each of them before settling on Sirius, who had cracked an eye open to look at her, now standing on the carpet in front of the fire.
âBlack, I need you to be my boyfriend.â
James and Remus both snapped their heads up at that, and Siriusâ eyebrows rose. âExcuse me?â
âLucas Davis just asked me out again!â The three boys in front of her seemed to let out a simultaneous groan. They were almost as sick as she was of Davis, the irritating Gryffindor two years above them who had been hellbent on wooing her for almost four months now. Unlike James, who had been smitten with Lily since they were eleven and asked her out at least once a week, Davis was aggressive - cornering her in half-empty hallways only to speak over her, invading her personal space whenever he got the chance, and making creepy sexual innuendos anytime a teacher was out of ear-shot. At this point it didnât even seem to be about her. He just liked the chase and enjoyed making girls squirm. Even girls who hated his guts.
âJust tell him to piss offâ, James suggested with a shrug
âOh jeez, thanks James! Why didnât I think of that?â She rolled her eyes, âIâve told him to piss off a hundred times, in a hundred different ways! But heâs relentless- convinced Iâm playing âhard to getâ or some bullshit like that. The only thing I think would actually get the misogynistic bastard to leave me alone is if he thinks Iâm already seeing someone. So,â she said, turning again to Sirius, âcan you just pretend to be my boyfriend, Black?â
âWhy me? Ask Remus - you two already spend all your time together, surely dating isnât that much of a stretch!â She shook her head impatiently, âHeâs gayer than Bowie and everyone knows it!â. The boy in question huffed a laugh, âCheers, love.â She ignored him.
âGet James to do it then!â Sirius exclaimed, and the messy-haired boy next to him opened his mouth, sitting up straighter. He probably would do it, she thought, because he would do just about anything for his friends. The noble idiot. Â âOh please, you think anyone would believe that this lovesick fool has moved on from Lily?â She retorted, making a vague gesture towards James, who just grinned ruefully and relaxed back into his seat, nodding his head in agreement.
âAnd you think anyone would believe we are a couple?â She paused for a second, unsure of how to answer. Although she and Sirius had always been⌠sort of⌠friends, it was largely only because of her friendship with the other Marauders - mainly studying with Remus and playing quidditch with James. While they inevitably spent a lot of time together due to their mutual friends, it was true that they were at each otherâs throats more often than not, she supposed. Remus was complaining just last week about their constant bickering and their incessant need to outcompete each other in every little thing.Â
She was saved from answering by James. âActually, a Ravenclaw in our charms class - you know, Macmillan? - asked me if you two were dating a couple of weeks ago.âÂ
They both turned to look at him, shocked, and he just shrugged, âhe said he wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade but wanted to make sure nothing was going on between you and Siriusâ. Before she could unscramble her thoughts enough to answer, Remus piped up from his armchair. âA girl in the year below asked me something similar recently. Thought she might have a shot with Sirius, but wasnât sure. She said something about you two having âchemistryâ at that party after the last quidditch match.â She fought the blush that spread across her cheeks at the memory. Theyâd thrashed Slytherin last month and sheâd gotten pretty drunk at the party in Gryffindor tower afterwards. She always got a bit flirty when she drank, and Sirius was a shameless flirt even when he was stone cold sober. Theyâd traded a few harmless remarks early in the night, and later, though she couldnât really remember how it happened, she ended up dancing to some ABBA songs with her back pressed against Sirius' chest, his arms around her waist and his hot breath on her neck. It hadnât led anywhere - in fact she had been pretending it never happened - but she still felt a burning pit in her stomach whenever she thought about the way he had felt pressed against her, or the way he had grinned and licked his lips when she turned around and they danced chest to chest.
She shook herself slightly and forced herself to look at Sirius, who was frowning at Remus. âPlus,â she said bitingly, âyouâve established a pretty solid reputation for fucking anything that movesâ. Sirius scowled at her before roughly shoving himself up from the couch and strolling past her to the record player that was now sitting idle, the last track having finished. She watched his tense shoulders as he carefully selected a new record and switched them over. She softened her tone, âIâm sure Davis will move on and start pestering some other poor girl before long. I just need you to play the overprotective boyfriend role until he backs off.â She shared a glance with Remus and James when he still didnât respond. âPlease,â she finally relented. When Black still didnât answer, now decidedly fiddling with the tuning knobs on the record player, she sighed. Sheâd have to find another way to deter Davis and itâd have to be soon - she didnât know how many more times she could hear his sleazy âhiya sweetheartâ, before sheâd resort to hexing him. And that would probably just make him re-double his efforts.
She barely noted the sound of the gryffindor portrait opening to let someone into the common room, but then- âThere ya are sweetheart! Bin lookinâ all over for ya!â She gritted her teeth, turning around to see Lucas Davis stalking towards her, that stupid fucking smirk on his face. âCanât think why, given that you saw me an hour ago and I told you to âleave me the fuck aloneââ, she snapped. She could see both Remus and James tense in her peripherals, probably preparing to tell Davis to âfuck offâ themselves, but Sirius remained silent behind her. Davis either didnât notice the two boys glaring at him, or didnât care, and he only smiled wider, âaw come on princess, donâ be like that!â He whined, âI think you just need-âÂ
But she never found out what he thought she needed, as Sirius suddenly stepped up to her side, casually slung an arm around her shoulder and drawled, âYou heard my girl, fuck off and leave her alone.â Davis visibly recoiled, and she might have laughed at his shocked expression had she not been entirely preoccupied by Sirius' comforting warmth as he leant against her. âYour girl?â He sputtered.Â
âMy girl.â Sirius repeated, and she could hear the mocking smile in his voice, âGirlfriend, paramour, lover, whatever. The point is: fuck. off.â Even Remus seemed to be hiding a grin as Davis stood there, dumbstruck, his eyes darting between her and Sirius as though stupefied. She relaxed into Sirius embrace and intertwined her fingers with his where they hung over her shoulder. âBye Davisâ, she crooned, with a smug smile. He seemed to struggle for another moment before turning on his heel and striding out the door without another word.
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