#nothing i say could be funnier than this ask alone. lmfao

[blueskittlesart]

do you just dislike yaoi ships or?

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

hey could you do a marauders headcanon where the reader broke up w them because she feels like she’s not good enough? a little angst (they can find out the reason or not, that’s on you) thank u!!

I tried not to make them all the same so of course some happy endings and some not so happy endings. And sorry I meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep lmfao 😂 

Also I like, played around with the idea a little and put insecurity on the boys too, I don’t know why, it just happened I guess, sorry. 

These are so long, I got carried away I’m so so so sorry

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Remus Lupin-

- Remus deserves the world, he always looked out for everyone, he protected everyone even though he didn’t have too, he always knew how to make you or the boys feel better, the list went on

- Of course you believed you’d never be good enough

- You were just you and he was... well he was Remus Lupin

- You didn’t tell him why you broke up with him

- You just said you thought it would be better if you did

- Remus was heartbroken

- He knew he loved you and in his mind, he would never be good enough for you

- Finding you was something Remus never could’ve prepared for and he definitely didn’t want it to end just like that

- He’d ask you to stay, beg you to give him a second chance and it just furthered your thinking of not being enough

- He shouldn’t beg for someone like you

- You and Remus had been broken up for almost week

- You were both miserable and all you wanted to do was just be with each other but it wouldn’t happen

- You were sat in the quidditch stands one day, just admiring the view when James, Sirius and Peter all showed up

- It didn’t take a genius to know what was going on

- We just wanted to talk about it, Y/N

- Remus was no where to be seen, so you told them everything

- I’m not good enough for him! He deserves someone as amazing as him.

- When the boys finally left you alone, you started crying

- But listen, you didn’t cry alone for long because soon Remus came running in

- The boys totally told them what you had said

- He was shocked you’d ever think you weren’t enough

- So now that he was here and you were here, both sobbing messes, there was no denying the truth

- Remus would immediately shut down any and every thought in your head about not being enough

- You are good enough for me! You’re more than good enough!

- He would tell you every good thing he loves about you and every reason why you are more than enough for him

- Remus only stopped when you kissed him, promising that you’d believe him eventually

- And Remus promised he’d do whatever he could to make you see the truth

James Potter-

- James Potter, Hogwarts Golden Boy

- You didn’t have any right to be dating him and you knew it

- He deserved someone like Lily Evans, someone who could be good for him

- He had no idea you were going to break up with him, it just came suddenly in his eyes

- He hadn’t seen the weeks you spent questioning whether James would be happier with anyone else

- You’re breaking up with me? Why are you doing that?

- You didn’t tell him the truth, obviously

- Instead you lied

- I just don’t love you the same anymore

- James didn’t believe you, he loved you more than you knew

- He watched you walk away without crying, unknown to how you cried the moment you were far enough away

- James cried too that night in his room

- He hoped the next day you’d come to your senses or something, but that wasn’t the case

- You didn’t even look at him

- James tried to get your attention so many times, but you pretended as if the last months of saying “I love you” meant nothing

- It was breaking him as much as it was breaking you

- You didn’t tell anyone the truth, no one knew you broke up with James because you didn’t believe you were good enough

- Remus, Sirius and Peter tried to get it out of you, but you just told them the same thing you told James

- You fell out of love

- You and James didn’t talk for a month, James thought you were avoiding him but really was just that it hurt too much

- You were still in love with him, you just believed James could do better

- And apparently he did

- You walked into the common room with Remus, both of you talking about your latest charms class before you walked in on James and Lily kissing on the couch

- It hurt

- It really fucking hurt

- But he deserved her, he deserved better

- You finally had that first chat again

- I’m happy for you, James

- Y/N

- She’s good for you, more than I was

- James wanted to disagree with you

- He was still in love with you and he knew that wasn’t fair for Lily, but it was the truth

Sirius Black-

- How you started dating Sirius, you didn’t know

- Before he was dating you he was a flirt, he had flirted with girls and boys alike and yet somehow you were the one he’s dating

- You had no clue why

- There were others who were so much prettier, smarter, and funnier than you

- You couldn’t help but believe Sirius should’ve been with someone popular 

- You actually brought it up to Sirius one time in the beginning of your relationship

- You had heard some girls whispering about your own relationship, but most importantly how Sirius was “settling” 

- That wasn’t something you want to hear

- Sirius assured you he wasn’t settling and you believed him

- for a while

- but as you watched everyone flirt with him day after day, you could help but come to the conclusion you were holding him back and if you weren’t in a relationship then he could get with someone better for him

- So like the dumb fool you were thinking as, you broke up with him

- Sirius, I’m not good enough for you. You shouldn’t have to be in a relationship with someone like me.

- Sirius shut that thinking down right then

- Someone like you? You mean someone who’s always been there for me through anything with my family? Or who at the end of the day can make me happy again just by smiling? 

- You started crying, not because you were upset but hearing Sirius say all those things about you and more made you really emotional

- Sirius knew you were crying and he sat there wiping away your tears, but he didn’t stop assuring you he loved you and never wanted you to ever think you weren’t good enough

- If you ever heard another person talk about you and Sirius you ignored it, Sirius’ words running through your mind over and over

~Headcanon Master~

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[petersvibes]

what a feeling - peter parker

description: wintery nights with queens’ very own, peter parker

song: what a feeling - one direction

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: maybe swears, but mostly fluff town w/ a hint (a hint) of that cuffing season goodness pls don’t kill me LMFAO 

author’s note: ok but i genuinely love one direction so much… don’t @ me unless your name is harry edward styles

Harsh winds beat against the broken panel of the Parker’s bedroom window, the winter night echoing its woes around you. Layers of snow have long past exceeded merely blanketing the streets, rather it’s confining all of the city to buildings as it accumulates on the sidewalks and doors. The extreme weather conditions are not completely unusual to see in New York. Peter has many memories of watching the world coat in white with wonder in his eyes, but at sixteen years old, it’s not the snow itself that fills him with excitement. Rather it’s the predicament he finds himself in when the blizzard leaves the two of you trapped in his apartment.

For upwards of twenty hours, you’re alone in his apartment, and it’s within the first four that you develop extreme cabin fever. You had already subjected Peter to reruns of Grey’s Anatomy, but the guilt of watching him become bored out of his mind prompted you to shut your laptop and find other means of entertainment. From that arose the construction of a blanket fort, complete with reconfigured Christmas lights and just about every item resembling a blanket in the vicinity. Watching you dance to selections from your winter playlist as you drape sheets across Peter’s room was, undoubtably, Peter’s favorite part of the night.  He becomes so entranced in your essence, your being, rather, that the song fades to the background and he’s staring at you, completely awestruck that someone as wonderful as you would even think about being with someone like him. The way you move while fulfilling the childlike task is so effortlessly beautiful that he doesn’t even realize that he has long since dropped his pile of pillows from the wonderment. 

“Peter,” You call his name with a singing tone that matches the song playing. He’s out of his lovestruck daze as soon as he feels the chill of your palms on his cheeks, your thumbs stroking the skin gently. “You okay?" 

Instead of answering, he chooses instead to look straight into your eyes, smiling as he tugs you close. He wraps his arms around your lower back, and in your half hugging, half standing motion, the two of you are swaying to the beat of the slow music. Somewhere along the way, you interlace your hands on the back of his neck and rest your head to his shoulder. If this exchange occurred only a few months ago, you would’ve been able to hear his heart drumming wildly in his chest. In your initial stages of togetherness, the mere thought of you was enough to send Peter breaking down into nervous sweats. Although he had wanted nothing more than to be around you every second of the day, he endured a phase in which he was so scared of sending you running away that he avoided moments like this at all costs. For you, those first few weeks were heartbreaking to say the least, enough to make you think he didn’t truly like you at all. 

Of course, the exact opposite proved to you to be true after an afternoon in which you aired your suspicions to him. The feeling of your sickeningly pure affections going unreciprocated just about broke your heart and with tears in your eyes, you presented him with an ultimatum. "If you don’t want to be with me or if you don’t like me just say so now because I’m falling for you and you’re avoiding me and it’s breakin’ my heart here.” You had blurted it out with a choked up voice. The sound of it, along with the sight of your glassy eyes was more than enough to send electricity through him. In that moment, he became so painfully aware of his affections for you, that his rapidly beating heart no longer thwarted him from kissing you for the first time.

For a while after his first kiss with you, Peter’s nervousness persisted, but that one kiss had you invested so deeply in the thought of him that you didn’t mind. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment in which he had become so comfortable around you that all you induce is pure serenity, but he doesn’t object to it. Instead, he welcomes moments like this with open arms, literally and metaphorically. Holding you, whether it’s when you’re cuddling in bed or holding hands as you walk or swaying to languid music just as you are right now, is the best way Peter can think of spending any day, regardless of the conditions. 

With your words muffled by his sweatshirt, you start to speak. “You know,” You trail your finger across his shoulder, watching as the blue fabric rustles under your touch. “It doesn’t look like it’ll be letting up any time soon. I’ll probably have to stay the night.” You feel his chest start to move as he starts to laugh.

He leans over, just far enough he can place his lips on the side of your forehead, kissing your temple. “I don’t think I mind. Do you?”

You shake your head, moving your pointer finger from it’s place on his shoulder to his face. You pull away, only slightly, so that you can just barely see the dim light bounce off the high points of his flushed cheeks. “A sleepover with my favorite guy? Never.” He grins at your compliment, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your supple lips. When he pulls away, he traces over them with his thumb, watching you lovingly as you melt into his touch. From the sheer delight of it all, you make a noise in effort to alleviate your lightheadedness and let him go, leaving him breathless as you resume the construction of your cove. 

Hours later, Peter’s limbs are tangled in yours as you lie on his now plush floor. In the corner of the space, empty mismatched mugs that once held a delicious brew of hot chocolate rest next to a stack of cards. You’ve done just about all the two of you can think of, from playing board games to baking to going through his memory box. Both of your day clothes have long since been discarded, replaced instead with layers of Peter’s comfiest attire. When he watches you curling into the worn fabric, he becomes well aware that he probably won’t get the item back, but he doesn’t mind, for if it makes you happy, it makes him elated. 

“It's like we’re the last two people left on earth.” He comments. He leans his forehead against yours and tucks a bit of stray hair behind your ear, his touch light and tender. “We’re survivors of the blizzard apocalypse." 

You scoff, glaring at him playfully. "There is no way you and I would survive any type of apocalypse. We’d get so caught up in kissing each other that we’d get caught by a group of cannibals or something." 

"Hey!” He whines, furrowing his brow. “If worse comes to worst, I would protect you. I’m Spider-Man." 

"Pete, you know I love you, but there is no possible way that swinging around in a bright red and blue suit would help us in any way during the apocalypse.” You giggle at the thought of Peter fending off zombies with his webs. (This late at night, it’s a much funnier notion than it would be otherwise.) “But you would make a lovely companion in times of crisis.” You reassure him, pecking the wrinkled spot between his eyebrows. 

“Thank you.” Peter says, his joking voice sickeningly sweet in spite of your teasing. “You ought to be nicer to me ya know. I am offering you safe haven after all.

You push yourself upwards and nudge your boyfriend’s shoulder so that he’s resting on his back and watching you adjust your body so that you’re straddling his hips. "I am always nice to you.” You murmur, leaning down and kissing the corner of his thin lips. “But I can be nicer…” You pepper his jaw with the imprint of your lips, Peter letting out a breathy sigh. “If you want me to be.” Genuinely, your presence on his neck is more than welcome, but in the moment, he desires the taste of traces of hot chocolate on your lips. He closes his eyes and buries his fingers in your hair, moaning in delight. 

“You are so fucking nice you’re-” He pauses as you gently revitalize one of the fading marks on his collar bone, courtesy of yours truly. “You’re perfect, (Y/N).” For a second, you stop your movements and peer up at him through the thickness of your lashes, a smirk on your face.

“No,” You murmur, gazing down at him endearingly. “You’re the perfect one, my love.” Your sincerity sends the already active butterflies in his stomach haywire as they flutter around excitedly. As you make your way around the most sensitive spots of his neck, he lies back and imagines what it would be like, years from now if you stuck around. How he could have you, just like this, where the rest of the world drowns away and it’s just you, him, and the love you have for one another. He decides that that, would be more perfect than either one of you could imagine. 

“I wish I had some mistletoe or something.” He says, tugging his lower lip under his teeth. “Then I could kiss you any time I want." 

Pulling your head back up, your grin comes to match the brightness of his. “You don’t need mistletoe to make me want to kiss you Peter." 

He releases his lip from its place under his teeth and he takes your head back in his hands, pushing the loose hair way yet again.“You sure?” He asks. 

Rolling your eyes, you lean down slowly, capturing his lips in the most passionate kiss you can muster. "Positive.” You affirm, your words jumbled in the softness of his breath. The taste of minty chocolate overwhelms your senses and Peter’s heat surrounds you, and somehow, his unique ability to leave you at his mercy gives him the upper hand. Somehow, he ends up hovering over you and kissing you until you’re dizzy and dumbfounded. “You can kiss me any time you want." 

Peter’s thankful for the storm, for more reasons than just the fact that they keep you confined together for hours on end. Sure, there is nothing he loves more than being with you in any capacity, and weather allows him to do that. However, he’s thankful for the storm because with relentless snow, came just as relentless winds, and in their howling, they drown out the almost equally as loud noises he elicits from you that night. 

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