#peter is the shyest

[thelittlestspider]

3, 6, 12, 16 for Pride asks :)

3. How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

Javier knew pretty much out of the gate he was trans and wanted to change his name and wear boy clothes. And his family was pretty supportive of him up until they all got separated.

Carter was sort of like. In limbo with her family before the murders. She was wearing girl clothes and basically living publicly as a girl, but they hadn't really talked about it. It was just sort of hanging in the air, and then her moms were killed and they never got closure. The Ranch certainly did not help anything.

I feel like Peter had a really hard time because Alastair tried to sabotage him at every turn because he's a creep. He and Javier had to sneak around to get Peter the stuff he needed. But once they got out of Necropolis it was a lot better.

On the sexuality front, I feel like it took them a while to figure out they were bi. Because of the like "Do I want them or do I want to be them" experience, but also because it's really hard to figure out who you are when you're being treated like a lab rat in a sadistic torture maze.

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Carter is firmly a woman, and Peter is firmly a man. Javier uses he/him, but he's probably nb masc. He's just as fine with they/them as he is with he/him as long they don't refer to him as feminine.

12. Does/did your oc ever wish they could change the way they are? Why? If it's in the past, how did they get over the feeling? (this can be about internalized homo/transphobia)

I think for Peter, his dysphoria was a lot worse than Javier's (Javier got on t, and he was happy with that) and tried to alleviate it as much as he could under the circumstances.

16. Did you ever change an oc's identity when they were already established? Why?

I did change Carter's early on back when Paper Heart was still going. Originally, they were a guy and then I was like well what if they were a girl, and it worked so much better.

[helloaugustmoon]

·˚ ◌༘͙[Petnames] ! ˊ

- obviously, there are the ones we know from his music; “my girl”, “baby”, etc

- and there are the ones we know for certain he has used affectionately for girls he’s been with, like “little one”

- can absolutely see him calling you “princess”, “sweet girl”, “pretty girl”, “treasure”, “precious”

- loves nothing more than to call you HIS pretty girl, treasure, etc

- and with his love of superheroes I’d put money on him calling you “wonder-girl”, as well as just “wonder”

- it doesn’t matter if your name isn’t Wendy bc he’ll still call you the Wendy to his Peter Pan frfr

- he’d definitely come up with petnames that are so unique to you, too

- considering the lyrical and poetic mastermind he is, he’ll think of the most specific petnames to do with the color of your eyes, hair color, sound of your voice

- he’ll def call you his muse and his songbird

- his little bird in general, actually

- as for petnames he’d like to be called, I honestly think he’d melt over anything you called him

- Mike, Applehead, all the classics

- but his favorite is most definitely when you call him “angel face”

- it still makes him so shy no matter how many times he hears you call him that

- speaks to his insecurities and reminds him of how much you adore him, how attracted you really are to him

·˚ ◌༘͙[Era specific] ! ˊ

now, these are kinda wild cards, but I can imagine him having petnames that he either comes up with for you during certain eras OR if he met you in a specific era these would be his first choices of petnames for you

Off The Wall - his shyest era so he’d be least confident w petnames and would only use them after a WHILE and he’d be so quiet about it too. literally you’d have to be in a completely empty hotel and he’d still only whisper that you’re his girl. more likely to tell you things like “I’ll never love another” than call you by petnames in this era imo, but would ABSOLUTELY call you a treasure when you do something that makes him smile. in fact, he’d outright call you “the smile on my face”.

Thriller - continuing on from previous, at this point he’s more confident in calling you “the only eyes in the crowd” and other poetic things like that. he’ll ask “where’s my smile?” when he’s looking for you backstage and I’m crying.

Bad - he’ll THINK of calling you his bad girl in this era but he’ll be too shy so he keeps that one to himself until later and instead calls you the sweetest things to juxtapose the badassery of the era like his “sweetiepie”, “sweetest girl”, “pretty bird”. in all those leather outfits n he’s calling you that? pls.

Dangerous - in this era, he’s def calling you things like his “one and only”, and straight up just “mine”. no elaboration needed. and we are all sat actually.

Blood On The Dance Floor - kinkiest era Idc, he’ll have felt confident enough by this time to call you “bad girl” and more specifically HIS bad girl with a smirk and I said what I said. he says it like he means you’re his good girl but he sounds flirtier when he says you’re bad and he finds your reaction so cute every time. oh falling into a heap of goo on the floor is cute? thanks beloved x

Invincible - now we all know from this era onwards Michael is feelin some type of way 👀 and for that I think “lover”; he’ll call you his lover with the UTMOST affection FR! after everything he’s gone through by this era, you are his true love, his anchor, his solace, and he would call you all of those things too. whether he meets you in this era or a previous one, by this era he is so devoted to you, there’s not a thing he wouldn’t do in worship of you.

[marvelfanfics1]

Tony Stark and reader going to one of his parties but the reader slowly gets shy and starts to slip. Clinging onto Tony as he notices the change in you, ending up with cuddles w dada 💗

Baby Goes First

Pairing: daddy!Tony x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, shy!reader

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You smoothed down your dress and took some deep breaths. You jumped a little when you felt Tony's hand on your back. He looked at you with a smile which you quickly returned.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked and you nod confidentially, hooking your arm with his.

He gave you a look of 'You can do this' and then the elevator door slid open. People started clapping and you both got handed a glass of champagne.

With Tony and you now present the party really started. You chatted a little with Wanda and Nat, laughing about something that happened during training.

You also danced a bit with your little friends Peter and Kate, you were glad you didn't slip into littlespace while talking to them, you just felt so comfortable with them.

The evening went on and so grew your need to be little and have your daddy near, which is hard because many people want to talk to him.

It got worse when you went to get something to drink and crossed paths with Steve. Uncle Steeb!

"Hey Steve, how was your anniversary?" you asked as you waited for your juice.

"It was great! Bucky really enjoyed it. Thanks for the help by the way" he said and you waved it off.

"I would do anything for you both" you smiled and he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"You're the best, little angel" he whispered and you started to blush. oh no, you're getting shy.

You would get the shyest in littlespace and that made you realize that you started to slip without notice.

You quickly grabbed your juice from the bartender and searched for a place to sit down for a moment to get yourself together.

Tony was standing across the room and was watching you from time to time to make sure you were okay. He saw you sitting on one of the small couches and noticed how you were looking around more frantically and always on alarm.

"If you'd excuse me," he said and made his way over to you.

When you saw Tony walking towards you you stood up as well and let him pull you closer by your waist. You only wanted to shove your face in his neck and wrap yourself around him but instead kissed him.

"What's going on? I know something is up with you" he said after pulling away from the sweet kiss and you gulped.

"It's nothing-"

"Stop that act now. Tell me, please." he used his daddy voice and you could've melted on the spot.

"I feel small" you mumbled and hung your head low. Tony smiled in sympathy and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"That's okay, I'm here baby" he whispered and took your hand, walking over to the elevator.

"What about the party?" you asked and Tony waited for the doors to close before replying.

"The party doesn't need me to keep going. My baby goes first." he smiled and picked you up.

You laid your head on his shoulder and sighed. Tony carried you to the master bedroom and set you down on the bed, helped you out of your dress and into a cute onesie.

Tony quickly changed his clothes too and joined you on the big bed, peppering your face with kisses and your giggles filled the room.

"Have I told you that you have a playdate with Peter tomorrow?" he asked and you gasped, bouncing on your knees.

"Weally?!"

"Yes, I was talking with Steve and Bucky about it" he smiled and you squealed, throwing yourself on top of him.

"I wove you, dada"

"I love you more, baby"

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

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[masivechaos]

UNTITLED - remus lupin x gn! reader [0.401k] .ೃ࿐

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It was no news Remus was one of the shyest marauders. Peter was shy too of course but when you knew him, he was really talkative while Remus often preferred silence and actions to words.

When you started to date, it didn’t bother you. You would happily cuddle with him while none of you spoke a word. He would show his love to you by giving you books, helping with your homework or pressing a kiss to your forehead.

But it was at your first argument that you saw the bad side of his mutism. He had forgotten a date and when you confronted him, he didn’t answer anything and it made your blood boil inside your veins. Later, when you had calmed down, he had given you a flower bouquet which you loved. You instantly forgave him.

But more arguments came obviously and there was a moment where flowers, chocolates and books weren’t enough. You wanted him to talk to you, to let you know he understood what he did wrong or why you were mad. But every time you tried to communicate you felt like you were talking to a wall.

“Remus!” you yelled as the boy in front of you only looked down, not answering anything. You felt like you were in front of a tall child. You let out a long sigh, trying to calm down. You and Remus truly were like fire and water. “Remus, please, say something…,” you pleaded but Remus didn’t open his mouth. You felt tears stinging your eyes “I just told you I felt like you didn’t care about and you don’t do anything? I understand you’re a silent person but I need words sometimes, Remus. I did so many efforts to make you comfortable but there’s a moment where you have to make an effort too.”

Remus didn’t say a thing and you got up, leaving the room as you slammed the door. Remus let a tear fall on his cheek. He wanted to fix things, to make you feel better. But when it came to you, he could never find the good words. It was like you were way too good for him and the fear of not being enough was choking him. But being silent was what ruined him, what ruined his relationship with you. Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn’t enough.

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[quickboot]

please tell peter dumpling that i love him and he is perfect 🥺🥺🥺💜

I will! He's the sweetest, shyest little guy.

[anysin]

Shipping Meme: Peter/Martin

For @fataldrum​! 

who is more likely to hurt the other? Peter physically, Martin emotionally.

who is emotionally stronger? Martin.

who is physically stronger? Peter.

who is more likely to break a bone? Martin.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? They are both quite good at it, but Martin surprises with his stingers.

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Peter, weirdly enough.

who treats who’s wounds more often? Peter will treat Martin's wounds, which is an unsettling experience.

who is in constant need of comfort? Martin.

who gets more jealous? Peter.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Martin but Peter won't let him.

who will propose? Peter.

who has the most difficult parents? They are on pretty equal ground with this one.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Neither, but Peter fantasizes about it while Martin just assumes it won't happen.

who comes up for the other all the time? Assuming this means "defends the other", Peter.

who hogs the blankets? Peter.

who gets more sad? Martin, but Peter has his moments.

who is better at cheering the other up? In a weird way, Peter.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Peter, and once again it's an unsettling experience.

who is more streetwise? Martin.

who is more wise? Martin.

who’s the shyest? Martin on the surface, Peter deep inside.

who boasts about the other more? Peter loves to talk about Martin.

who sits on who’s lap? Martin will sit in Peter's lap when Peter asks him to, but not on his own initiative. Peter thinks it's a shame.

[peterlorrefanpage]

Kitten on the Keys

"Laszlo swept the nightclub with a dark, melancholy gaze as he sat behind the piano, mindlessly dropping depressive bars of Rachmaninoff into 'White Christmas' again, just to see if anybody noticed. Of course, no one ever did."

Happy December! You'll want to read this seasonal Peter Lorre story from @peterlorres21stcentury : "Kitten on the Keys."

Check the premise, kreepy-peeps: "Philadelphia, December 1946. A melancholy piano player is hopelessly in love with his singer, but his broken heart drives him to drink--and worse. The shyest girl in the nightclub tries to save him from himself, but finds herself unwittingly drawn into much darker circumstances than she ever realized."

Is that a role Peter would have loved to play, or what? Go get it on Ao3 (pay attention to warnings & tags, et al.)

My take: As I read, I could see this both as a film noir - with some spice! - and as an AU in Peter's own life. That was a lot of fun, having those dual impressions. Peter was so good at merging himself with his characters that it felt seamless. There's suspense and hope and romance and dastardly doings; delicious! And, using the name "Laszlo" both gives the story roots and allows for artistic freedom, at least to my mind.

In case it wasn't clear, BRAVO to the author!

[saintflint]

he, they, she, that kid was so sweet. that little one was the tallest in their class since preschool & simultaneously the shyest, the quietest. they used to put on pink footsie pajamas & grab their teddy bear & pretend to be michael flying away to neverland with peter pan. they would hide under their blankie when they didn’t want to talk or have anyone look at them or simply to have a world to read in by themselves. they spent hours at the library studying ancient myths & civilizations. they hated wearing dresses & having their hair brushed but loved how dresses looked & felt on pretty ladies. vacuum cleaners & loud toilets scared them. they cried every time during snow white when the dwarves stopped singing “heigh ho.” they followed their big sister everywhere & copied her words & movements to feel like everyone else. their family called them their “beth,” from little women. they loved stories about small animals committing brave deeds & saw themselves reflected in them. they loved doll houses & tiny glass animals & thought fairies were real & believed one day they’d find narnia or wonderland or neverland in the right cupboard if they looked hard enough. they loved the muppets & arthur & reading rainbow & elmo’s world on sesame street. they were fascinated by indigenous american history & mourned how they were treated. they talked to themselves on long car rides & would sing every word to the prince of egypt soundtrack from their car seat at the top of their lungs. they cried easily & got scared easily & knew from an early age where the best hiding places were. they wanted so bad to be strong like aladdin, like tarzan, like robin hood & davy crockett & peter pan & hercules. they watched tv upside down. every stick was a sword or staff to them. they were gentle, & precious, & they were special. they really were.

do you ever miss your younger selves? not as a ghost but as a lost sibling, a child that died? i think of my youngest self sometimes & almost every time, i have to stop myself from crying.

[writtenmarauder]

Once upon a full moon... (Remus X Female!werewolf!reader)

Summary: Everything is better together. Even the worst times of our lives

Warnings: pain, injuries 

Masterlist: here 

My first month in Hogwarts. I transferred here from Ilvermorny, when my mother took a job at the Ministery of magic. It was a wonderful fist month, however nothing lasts forever I guess. Tonight was a full moon. I needed to get out of the castle, or a lot of people would get hurt. Three guys stopped me. This wasn't good. I had seen them in my classes, but names weren't my strong suit.

"Where are you going?" One of them asked. "None of your business. Now move please," I was getting anxious.

The one in the middle was looking at me, trying to read my expression.

"Give us one good reason not to snitch," The third guy smirked.

The moon rose and I was nervously trying to think of something.

"Let her go," The middle one stated.

The others looked surprised at their leader. I gave a polite nod before I hurried past them. I just made it out when I started to shift. This was the worst part. Every single bone in my body breaking, repositioning itself. A scream escaped my lips. I roamed around and found one of my own. He was in pain, something must’ve attacked them. I cautiously walked over and tried to clean the blood from his wounds. He felt safe and limped over to a tree with me. I laid down next to him and protected him. He whimpered in pain and I snuggled closer. I saw the first morning light and transformed back into myself. I drank a potion to stop the immense pain in my bones. The other wolf transformed back. My breath hitched in my throat. He was cute. I helped him up and snuck him into my room. He was bloodied and unconscious so it was more of a challenge than first anticipated. I cleaned his wounds properly. The slender boy groaned and sat up.

"Easy, drink this. My name is Y/n and no I'm not trying to poison you." "Remus."

He looked suspicious.

"It's my own potion, it works like a healing potion." "What happened? How did I end up here?" "I found you," I smiled. "My friends, where are they?" Remus asked nervously. "What do you mean?"

Remus groaned from the pain.

"Drink up. You'll feel better."

He drank it and I could hear a sigh of relief.

"How did you know it would work?" He asked. "I like to have one with me every moon. It's in my necklace." "Excuse me."

I sat down next to him. He sat up and looked into my eyes. I raised my shirt revealing a permanent scar just like he had one on his face. Remus understood and smiled.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone," I blushed "Yeah."

Remus stroked my cheek and his eyes flicked between my eyes and my lips. My door swung open and the three boys from last night came from under a cloak. I jumped up and backed away.

"Remus!" They shouted.

They were worried about him.

"I'm okay, Sirius" He smiled and his eyes connected back to mine. "We were worried sick. After a fight with Buckbeak, you vanished." Sirius whispered in a shout. "Padfoot."

The one that let me past them looked at me and stopped his friend.

"Hi," I smiled shyly. "Hey. Thank you, for taking care of our friend. Human friend." The shyest one smiled nervously.

Sirius facepalmed and sighed. Remus got up. The boys were surprised he was up. Remus held out his hand.

"It's okay they won't bite..." He smiled.

That made me laugh and I took his hand. He brought me closer to the others.

"Y/N, this is James, Sirius and Peter. Guys, this is Y/n she helped me."

James smiled and pulled me in a hug.

"Careful." "Sorry."

James backed up and held his friend close. Sirius did the same but more careful.

"Thank you. You have no idea how grateful we are." James said. "Remus is lucky with friends like you guys."

I blushed when I looked at him.

"Right to class we go," James said. "Mooney I'll give you my notes." "Thank you Wormtail, but I feel fine. I'll be going to class."

Sirius frowned.

"What? Your bones usually make it unable to walk." James whispered. "Oh, they will again in 8 hours," I sighed not looking forward to it.

Sirius pulled out his wand. I backed away. Remus put himself between me and Sirius.

"Padfoot. She's helping me." "What did she give you?" "Over the years that I've been the way I am, I've been trying to stop the pain. This is the closest I've gotten." "It's great. I can at least follow classes now." "Want to meet up here after classes? It's quite isolated."

Remus smiled and nodded.

"Great!" I smiled.

The other boys looked at each other. Remus pushed them out the door. I changed into my school uniform. I walked into class. Remus patted the spot next to him. I happily sit next to him. I absolutely loved everything magic so I was quite fast picking things up. Remus was staring.

"What?" "Nothing," He blushed, "You're just amazing."

Now it was my turn to blush. Remus and I walked behind his friends. I was giggling at a story Remus was telling. He was so passionate about books. Suddenly Sirius stopped. I almost bumped into him.

"Sorry, but did I miss something here?" "Sirius drop it." James tried. "No, She obviously likes, Mooney. How? Why? What?" "Why do you sound so surprised?" I asked stepping closer to Sirius.

A low growl escaped my throat. Remus pulled me into a hug. I calmed down. Sirius was taken back by that.

"I didn't mean any offence. Mooney is great. He's perfect, but so soon, you met when yesterday? Like I feel like we skipped a few steps here." "Padfoot." "No, Prongs this is Mooney we're talking about. He needs to be protected from pain."

I softened and relaxed. The other boys understood it too.

"I'm not going to hurt him." "How do I know you're not lying." "You don't, but you'll have to trust me."

Sirius sighed and looked to his friends.

"Padfoot, she saved his life. We couldn't find him."

I looked at Remus. He nodded.

"As you may or may not have pieced together... I am one too," I said, "I found Remus when he was hurt and I protected him, not consciously but . When I woke up I took him to my room, I didn't know who knew."

Sirius smiled.

"Okay I'm going to trust you, but hurt my best friend and I'll end your life." "Don't worry."

Remus smiled widely and leaned in for a kiss. Out of nowhere my bones started to hurt and I let out a whimper of pain. I pushed away from Remus and tried to find a bench. Remus supported me. I tried to take the flask from my necklace, but it wasn't there.

"No." "I've got you, I'll bring you to your room." Remus hushed

Remus brought me to my room and was worried. I groaned.

"I'm here." He hushed. "Why is this happening to you and not Mooney?" Sirius asked worried. "I drank it when the sun came up. Rem drank it an hour or two later." "Can't you drink it again?" James asked. "No, I need to save what I have. I don't have much left. Rem might need it more than I do."

Remus stroked my cheek.

"No don't do that." "I can take it."

Remus sighed and nodded.

"Thank you." "You're never alone in this." "And you won't ever have to be," Sirius smiled.

Remus and I looked up. The trio standing at the end of the bed.

"You're one of us now." James smiled. "Cover us for transfiguration?" "Don't do something Sirius wouldn't." Peter smiled.

James pushed the boys out. He knew what Remus meant by it.

"Thank you," I smiled. "How are you feeling?" "Right now? In a lot of pain, but also happy." "Yeah?" "Yes."

Remus carefully leaned down and our lips finally connected. It was magical, like all the pain in my body didn't matter. Just him. Remus pulled back for air and I made room for him.

"Stay?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. He carefully pulled me closer.

"I'm happy you're here with me." "I couldn't be happier."

This moment was perfect. Yeah after a while we both had to deal with the soreness of our bones but for the first time ever we were not alone.

[dameronology]

Headcanon: Which marvel characters would be the shyest when they first ask you out?

ok i kinda organised them into categories here

normally super confident, but shy when they ask you: clint barton, natasha romanoff, gamora, stephen strange & bucky barnes

shy, but the ones you would expect to be: both mcu and tasm! peter parker, steve rogers, wanda maximoff & bruce banner

cocky as hell and no one is surprised: tony stark, matt murdock, sam wilson & peter quill

[dailyanneofgreengables]

Chapter 1: Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised (part 1)

MRS. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.

There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor’s business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she “ran” the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting “cotton warp” quilts—she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices—and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on two sides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel’s all-seeing eye.

She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde—a meek little man whom Avonlea people called “Rachel Lynde’s husband”—was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair’s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life.

And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there?

Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn’t happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon’s enjoyment was spoiled.

“I’ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he’s gone and why,” the worthy woman finally concluded. “He doesn’t generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if he’d run out of turnip seed he wouldn’t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn’t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I’m clean puzzled, that’s what, and I won’t know a minute’s peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today.”

[andilovetowrite]

Controlled Freakiness (P.P x Reader)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This can be read as a continuation of Initial Shyness, or as a stand-alone.

Summary: Confessions are cute, right? Especially when you have been waiting for years to say it out loud. But what happens when the initial shyness wears off? And we all know Peter isn’t as innocent as he seems ;)

Warnings: Mention of blood and knives. Also some suggestiveness and making out. Nothing too graphic though. A couple of bad words here and there as well.

Word Count: 3.4k

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If someone told you that one day, you and Peter Parker would be caught making out in your bedroom, you would’ve laughed at them. But...as it turns out, they wouldn’t have been too wrong about that.

Let’s go back to about five months ago, on the rooftop of Peter’s apartment, where he had met you with a bouquet of red roses and an even redder face …

5 months ago

“Why-why would yo-is this-u” you tried to speak, with little success. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, so you just stared at the flowers in Peter’s hands.

“I-uh really, um like you Y/N. Like more than an a-a friend. And much more than a best friend. I know yo-you may not like me back, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer-”

You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. But you couldn’t hear any other word come out of his mouth because otherwise, you would’ve melted. So you did the next best thing. You kissed him. Hard.

His words got caught in his throat as his lips met yours. And for a second, you were worried you went too far, pulling back. But as soon as he felt you doing that, his hands went to your hair, pulling you flush against him, kissing you back with fervour.

You wish you could’ve stopped time. Right there. During a beautiful sunset, on the roof surrounded by rose petals, and with Peter in your arms. And in your mouth. But sadly, you needed air to breathe, so you pulled away, probably looking like a fish straight out of the water. Opening your eyes, you could see Peter’s face. His pupils were dilated, and his entire face was a pink hue. His lips were plump and red but pulled up in a lovesick smile.

You knew you had the same expression on your face. Smiling softly, you looked at Peter, and at the same time, you both said.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you.”

Anyway, so that was probably one of the highlights of your day, but possibly one of the happiest days in your dad’s life. His little apprentice/almost son kissed and confessed to his only daughter. It couldn’t have worked out better. No boy would ever be good enough for you, and no ordinary girl would be good enough for Peter. So naturally, he was thrilled to hear that you two were now a couple.

And that’s why you wished he didn’t have to be the first one to walk in on you and Peter. So that brought you to the infamous Saturday that was now known as the Satisfying Saturday...

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Friday, 8:00 pm, Avenger’s Compound

“Hey Y/N”, Peter called out, walking through the open window. His Spidey suit was cut loose in different places, and the minute he stepped in, his mask disappeared, showing his tired and bruised face.

“What the heck Pete?”, you shouted, jumping up from your bed. “What happened? How did I not get an alert?”

Peter looked down sheepishly, which then made you realise that he was still standing on the roof.

“Peter! Get down, and tell me what happened?!” You pointed down sternly, letting him jump on the floor, wincing as he hit his leg. Running to the first aid kit you kept in your room for times like these, you picked up some hydrogen peroxide and cotton pads, letting Peter sit down on your bed.

“So, tell me, Peter? What was it this time? You asked, dabbing the disinfectant on his face first. He flinched as you pressed it, hissing softly as the pad made contact with his skin. Shushing softly, you focused on cleaning his wounds, moving your thumb over them to soothe them.

“Y/N, you know, it wasn’t as bad-”

“Really Pete? You are bleeding like a fire hydrant. Why didn’t Karen update my dad or the tower? Or me?”

“Yeah um, about that, I disabled the Careless Boyfriend command”, he said, looking at you expectantly. You scratched your head, scoffing.

“It was a great device! Plus, who do you think makes the suits with Mr Stark?” Leaning back, you grabbed some antiseptic cream, putting it over his face. “So, you still have to tell me whose ass to kick when I go out on patrol..”

“Actually, it was-”

“Wait, let me guess...old lady with a ferocious cat, both of whom thought you were a creepy Comic-Con freak!” Laughing slightly at the pout on his face, you pressed the tiny spider on his chest, watching as the suit untightened, falling from his body effortlessly. Now, usually, his abs and glowing skin would distract you for a bit, but it was different this time. Dark red blood oozed out from deep cuts on his abdomen, falling on the bed around him. Your eyes widened as they roamed over his injuries.

“Peter! Wha- what did they use? A normal knife wouldn’t cut you like this!” Peter’s face scrunched up in pain as he remembered it, but seeing the look on your face, he grabbed your hand, nodding at you.

“It-it’s fine Y/N. Um, actually, they were using some suspicious-looking gadgets, so yo-you have to tell Mr Stark about it so-”

“No Pete, I mean, I’ll tell dad about this, but first I gotta get you to the infirmary. Holy crap…” you rambled, pulling his suit off.

“Baby, if you wanted my clothes off, you could have just said”, Peter said, smirking at you. Hitting his arm, you glared at him playfully.

“Watch it Parker. I could leave you here!”, you said, throwing the suit into the wash, mentally reminding yourself to make him a more durable suit. Grabbing him, you made him hobble out of your room. In the light of the tower, you can see how fagged out he was looking.

“Hey princes- what the heck happened to you Peter?!”, you dad asked, walking over to the two of you. Taking some of Peter’s weight, he called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y, asking her to call the nearest medics. “How did this happen, Pete?”

“Well, I think it wassss-”, Peter began, but slumped down after a couple of seconds, falling in your arms.

“Dad! What do I do?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be okay, lets just get him to the clinic, um- Steve! Help us out with Spiderboy here”

Carrying him, you got him to the doctors, watching as his wounds already started to patch themselves up. Metal gadgets ran over his body as your dad spoke to the head medic, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“What happened to him?”, you asked. It wasn’t the worst Peter had seen, but you had never seen him pass out before due to a cut.

“Um, so we are detecting some slight substances in his bloodstream, but we are working on removing it.”

“What substances?”, Tony asked, inhaling sharply.

“We aren’t sure yet, but the results should come in about a day.”, the doctor said, looking back at Peter, “As for Spiderman, he should take a couple days off.” He then looked at you. “Did Peter say anything at all about the weapons?”

You shook your head, thinking back. “Nothing much, except for that they were looking suspicious. Maybe the team can go and track back where Peter was patrolling, you know? To see if they can catch the guys who hurt him?”

Tony nodded, as he went back to the living room, probably to call all the Avengers. Trailing after him, you ran to get your suit, but was stopped halfway. “Hey, Tiny Stark, why don’t you stay with Spiderboy. To make sure he is fine?” Natasha asked, glancing at Tony as he slightly nodded his head.

“But you might need help?”

“We’ll be fine. Plus, if these are as dangerous as Peter said, then we wouldn’t want you getting injured. Best you stay here” Dejectedly saying yes, you bid them goodbye.

“Oh, and have fun with the kid. He is pretty hot, and I know you can hit that”, Nat said, winking at you.

Smiling shakily, you stepped back, watching as they left the tower, leaving only you and Peter back.

Fast forward to about 3 long hours later, Peter finally woke up, looking much better. “Y/N? What happened, where’s Mr-”

“Gone out to track down those guys, and they won’t be back till tomorrow”, you said, glancing at your comms. “Said that they were following them to the base”

Peter nodded, looking drowsy. “Can-can I please get some food?”

Smiling at him, you quickly checked if he was ready to be discharged before you got him up. A bit unsteady on his feet, Peter followed you to the living room, falling on the couch. “Whatcha want Pete? A sandwich, or some pasta?”

“Popcorn...caramel please.”

You laughed, grabbing some from the cupboard marked Movie Nights. “Really? You need protein!” Peter didn’t say anything, instead of looking at you with his famous puppy eyes as he pouted. “Fine fine! You win”

Smiling at you, he opened his arms. Hesitantly, you crawled into them, making sure not to apply pressure on his stomach. Times like these were rare. Sure, you and Peter were a couple, but PDA was little at the towers and you two were some of the shyest people when it came to displaying affection in front of people. So you relished times like these when you could just be close to Peter.

“So Peter, what movi-”

*Snore*

*Snore*

Amused, you peered back at him, your heart-melting when you saw Peter fast asleep, his arms wrapped around you and his head lolled back against the cushions. Shrugging to yourself, you quietly switched off the lights, getting up carefully, but almost immediately being pulled back.

“Petey, I gotta get up”, you whispered softly.

“Nuh uh, nope”, he said, his chocolate brown eyes sleepily staring at you, “stay here”

So you stayed. And it was one of the best nights of sleep you had ever had. Little did you know though, tomorrow would be one of the most interesting days of your life.

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“Good morning Y/N Stark and Peter Parker. I just wanted to inform you that the furniture replacement dudes are on their way up. For Mr Parker’s identity to be kept secret, I would advise you to make your way to the individual rooms or the medbay.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s automated voice floated through the air, waking you up.

Peter began stirring lightly from under you, making you sit up. His light brown curls sat on his forehead, falling into his eyes. He started mumbling words under his breath as he sat up, rubbing his eyes roughly.

“Ugh drool”, he muttered, wiping his mouth.

Leaning towards him, you brushed his hair out of his face. “Well, good morning to you too Mr Parker”

“Ms Stark, good morning”, Peter said, pulling you into his arms once more. Smiling, you hoped he wouldn’t see your face, as you push your face onto the couch. Pulling back just enough to see him, you leaned down to brush your lips against his, softly at first. Peter sighed into your mouth, and met back up with fevor, his hands tangling themselves in your hair. You could’ve stayed there, but Peter let go, his head still leaning against yours.

“As much as I would love to spend the rest of my day like this, w-we have to get up”, you said, hearing the guys come up the elevator, “like right now Peter!”

Jumping up, you both ran, laughing at F.R.I.D.A.Y as she tried to slow down the elevator without breaking it. “Oh and by the way, how did F.R.I.D.A.Y. learn to say, dudes?”

“Who do you think works with Mr Stark on Friday?”, Peter asked, referring to what you said yesterday to him. Which made you remember his wound.

“How’s your stomach?”, you asked, wanting to pull his shirt up and find out, but way too awkward to do it.

“It’s perfectly fine. Kinda bruised by the feels of it, but the cuts have gone..”, he said, walking back to your room. “When’s the team heading back?”

“Uh, I’m not sure actually, let me just-”, you said, calling Tony up. “Hey Dad, how’s the mission? Find anything yet?”

“Oh, hey sweetheart, uh, can’t talk right now”, Tony grunted as gunshots were heard from behind him, “but we’ll be home by tonight. How’s ugh, um Peter?”

“Oh yeah, Peter’s fine. We’ll probably just watch some movies or something. Do you need anything? Food, rations, help?”

“Esteemed Daughter, who are you talking to? I’m Iron Man, I don’t need any helppppp”, your dad yelled as the sound of metal was his before the line got cut. Peter looked at you with wide eyes, his face shocked.

“Will Mr Stark be okay?”

“Yeah, he will...probably. Nat will call in a bit anyway, so let’s just wait”, you said, jumping on your bed. Patting the place next to you, you watched as Peter shed his shirt, walking over to your bed in his grey sweatpants. Inhaling sharply, you pushed away any thoughts that were coming into your mind as Peter laid down, his arm going around you as he kissed your cheek.

God, you wish he would kiss you somewhere else.

Shaking your head, you asked, “So, which movie should we watch?”

“Um, how about...Hunger Games?”, he asked, slyly grinning at you. Damn him, he knew it was your favourite “nerd” movie. Nodding at him with a grin, you switched it on, falling back onto Peter as the movie started.

Sadly, you weren’t able to focus on the movie too much. Because you were too focused on your boyfriend next to you. Due to the fact that he was an Avenger like you, the timings for the two of you were cramped. With college, and patrolling, there were very different lifestyles the two of you led. As best friends you used to be inseparable but as a couple? Oh, it was a completely different story.

Whenever you two were alone, someone would always interrupt you. Whether it was May at Peter’s place or Ned at school, there was not a single minute the two of you could just hang out. So naturally, you two hadn’t gone to second base. Or even 1.5th place. But today, with the tower absolutely empty, you couldn’t say that your mind didn’t wander. And the clip of Katniss and Peeta making on the screen didn’t help either. So you said something you weren’t too happy about…

“Peter, I wanna jump your bones right now”

“Wha-uh, huh? Y-you wanna do wh-um, jump m-my bones...Uh, I don’t- uh what?!” Peter stuttered, his face bright red. But you were too far down that lane so you just nodded.

“Yeah dude” Peter didn’t say anything again, his eyes glassing over as he stared at you. “Fine...but couldIkissyouabitmorethanusualplease?”

“Uh ye-yeah, if if you want to?”, Peter said, his face flushed pink as he stared at you, adoration in his eyes. Smiling at him with what you hoped with an “I-wanna-make-out-with-you” look, you moved next to him, your face hovering about his. Kissing him lightly at first, it grew deep as Peter grunted softly under you, capturing your lips between his teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed you, pulling you down under him. Now he was the one over you, and when your hand went to his hair, he let out the softest of sounds. But you heard it...and god did it get a reaction out of you.

Now, if you were in your right mind, you would go and put a sock in the door, or tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to disable the elevator to your level. But you were too preoccupied with a certain someone to even bother about that. That is how this entire whole thing started.

Coming back to you and Peter making on your bed, your legs were thrown over his waist as he pulled you to him, your back hovering off the bed. Oh, the joys of having a superhero boyfriend. Anyway, just as he was about to leave your lips to trail kisses down your neck...the door opened.

You didn’t hear the door open though. What you did hear was the multitude of voices, and your dad’s one the loudest.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!”

You couldn’t blame him. It did look bad. With Peter not wearing his shirt and his back bare, it looked like he wasn’t wearing any clothes since our lower bodies were under your cover. Peter also covered you the minute he heard your dad’s voice, which further implied that you both were very very naked.

“DAD!”

“MR STARK!”

You stared at your dad, noticing now that the entire team was standing outside the door, their breaths held and eyes peering. “It-it’s not what it looks like! I promise…”

“Peter, get the hell out of my daughter”, your dad said calmly, his eyes looking everywhere else but at us.

“Dad, he isn’t i-in me. Look!”, you said, pulling the cover’s off you two to show your very covered legs.

“Fine, at least I won’t become a grandfather tonight. But why were you on my daughter Mr Parker?”

Poor Peter, he looked like he was about to faint. “Uh, Mr Stark w-we were just um, hugging? Tightly-”

“With what? Your mouths?”, Sam called out, laughing with Bucky.

“Not now Sam!” you yelled, shooting them a glare.

“Now, I don’t care what you do...but don’t you dare touch my daughter in a harmful way. Got it Parker?”

“Y-yes Mr St-Stark. I won’t, I love your daughter t-too much”

Looking at Peter, your eyes filled with love as you hugged him, kissing him softly. “Aw, I love you too Pete...even if you tried to fuck me right now!”

“WHAT?!”

“Kidding kidding. Anyway, let’s get outta here...please!”

Tony scoffed, turning around but then glanced at Peter. “Take care of your “little” problem before you come downstairs, Peter.”

“Huh? Oh…”, Peter said, hurriedly covering up himself. Giggling, you tried to go closer but were pulled back by your dad.

“Nuh-uh. He’s gonna take care of it. By. Him. Self.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked out, winking at Peter before you walked out. Catching up with the rest of the group, they all grinned at you, making you worried. “What?”, you asked, backing away slightly.

“I think we can all call this day a…”

“Satisfying Saturday!”, they all yelled out, with Natasha bumping shoulders with you and Steve shaking his head behind her.

You sighed, copying Steve. “This isn’t gonna go away, is it?”

“Nope”, Thor said, laughing loudly.

And it didn’t. But thank god they only caught you making out. The next time Peter and you were caught, it was much much worse. But that’s a story for another time.

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Ooh, that was the longest fic I’ve ever written, but boy, was it a fun one to write. Thanks so much for reading it, and if you liked this one, you can be added to the Taglist for the Caught By Them series. My requests are also open if you have any ideas, but if not, then see you next time!

BTW: Spent about 20 min trying to figure out the type of disinfectant used to treat stab wounds. That’s 20 minutes I’ll never get back, but if I ever do get into a fight, at least I’ll know what treatment to use…

Tagging some people from my last series in case they would enjoy this one :)

@idkatee @eternalscribblesforthesoul @loudbluepancake @poisondevotion @scram1326 @t-hollanderr @305weasley @starknik22 @marvelfansworld @lou-la-lou @lomlparker @marvelfansworld @wowitsel @vanteguccir @fullcheesecakeengineer @ladykxxx08 @allegras-sunflower @ifyouknewhowmiserylovedme

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || “ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ” || @pistoiet​​

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙶: 𝚆𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚆, 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺. 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈: 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁, 𝙳𝚁. 𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙽.   𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻.

HE WASN’T ENIRELY SURE IF THOSE WORDS WERE JUST AN OBSERVATION, OR IF IT WAS SOME SORT OF COMPLIMENT. From the perspective of someone who wasn’t socially inclined, he found it harder to carry on conversations as smoothly as Ray, Peter and Winston. Whenever it came to discussing a case with a prospective client, he always felt more comfortable leaving it to them to ask the questions, perfectly happy to listen and memorise details.

STILL, HE COULD STILL TALK TO SOMEONE IF HE WANTED TO. And, upon glancing at the young woman, eyes blinking behind round spectacles, he offered the tiniest, briefest, shyest smile, before turning away. 

❝ Not that much more. ❞

[x-childish-x]

Valentine’s Day Mystery Special! Part 3

How They Would Spend Valentine's Day With You!

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1243

A/N: Day Three! Here it is! The Mystery Valentine's Day Special! It's basically a brief list of some head-cannons of what spending V-Day with these characters would be like (from my opinion). SORRY THIS IS LATE MY COMPUTER DIED LMAO! Characters who receive their own special are not included on this list. Another reminder that requests are still open but will not be posted until after 2/15. However, you can send in a Valentine's Day request and I'll do my best to post it with the specials! If you would like an extension of any of these, send in an ask and let me know! I hope you enjoy!

Part Three: X-Men

Kurt Wagner

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Shyest person ever. Oh my god, so shy and awkward. He would be so shy that you almost didn't become his valentine, even if you were dating, because he was way too afraid to ask. And gifts? Oh god, for gifts he'd get so shy he'd probably teleport away by accident and then reappear and ultimately startle you from how quickly he disappeared and reappeared. He'd immediately begin to apologize about scaring you and about a "bad gift" because you'd have tears in your eyes. But the tears would be happy tears because Kurt would put literally SO MUCH time and effort and thought into your gifts. It'd take you a while to reassure him that they were indeed happy tears and not bad tears. Kurt loves you so much but he'd still be so shy and awkward about the whole day.

Warren Worthington iii

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Listen, I love Warren but he would be so full of himself. He likes Valentine's Day but mainly because it means that he gets chocolate and he gets you to spend the full day with him. He'd get you a stuffed animal and some candy/chocolate, he'd wanna watch a movie with you and probably would ask you to make dinner. You'd both share a lovely dinner but, overall, Warren's not the most romantic guy. He's the type of person who's into Valentine's Day for like two hours and then it's just another regular day (and he's not necessarily wrong). However, despite all this, he would spend the day making sure you understand that he loves you dearly and he appreciates you. You mean so, so much to him for giving him a chance after the whole Apocalypse thing, so he would definitely want you to understand your special and he loves you so much.

Erik Lehnsherr

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ROMANTIC. Oh my... I can't even begin to explain how secretly romantic this man is. Erik loves you, and I mean he loves you, and he 100% uses the excuse of Valentine's Day to flaunt it. He would wake you up with breakfast in bed of your favorite breakfast foods and he'd give you your favorite flowers and your favorite sweets. Erik would definitely pamper you the whole day and he would not be an ounce of shy about giving you gifts. He'd just be so happy to give you stuff. You'd watch a movie together and then he'd make you a gorgeous, candle-lit dinner. Of course you'd end the day taking a bubble bath together and he would be the freaking cheese to leave a trail of rose petals. Erik is the definition of romantic himself, so I have no doubt that he would love Valentine's Day for the sole purpose of getting to have an extra reason to spoil you all day because, "You are perfection and therefore, you should feel like perfection."

Logan Howlett

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Bless his heart, bless Logan's heart, but he definitely lets his ego get in the way. He'd definitely try to act all manly about the day because he doesn't like Valentine's Day that much. He would think flowers aren't manly so he'd get you some chocolates and something you'd been asking for for a long time, maybe he'd even make you something. Logan loves you more than he could ever actually express but he's just not the most romantic person, seeing as his past relationships never ended that well. Logan would definitely be watching some sports game and you'd kiss his cheek before getting up to like, refill your drink or something and this is when his guard would fall. He'd snatch your wrist and be like, "Where are you going? You're not leaving are you? I'm sorry I've been so.." and you'd just smile and raise your glass, quickly refilling your drink before coming back to sit beside Logan only to be yanked into his side and have a kiss placed to your temple as he'd mumble, "Love you so much, bub."

Wade Wilson

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Wade loves Valentine's Day so much. He'd get one of those corny Valentine's Day shirts and wear it with so much pride, and you can of course expect him to have matching Valentine's Day socks. You though? Oh you can bet your ass you are forced to stay in bed or on the couch. Wade barely even lets you lift a finger because, you're his queen and "Queens let their Kings serve them." He would get you anything and everything you wanted. Candy? He bought you enough to last you years. Flowers? You don't even have enough vases. Jewelry? You don't have enough body parts. Your first Valentine's Day, it took you maybe two hours to realize he was purposefully going over the top because... it's Wade. But you know his intentions are all good because holy fuck he loves you so much. However, when night comes Wade would literally get so flipping kinky with you because... again... it's Wade. One last thing, there's a 99.9% chance that Wade didn't even ask you to be his Valentine, he probably just demanded it.

Hank McCoy

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Hank is... well he really has no opinion on Valentine's Day. He doesn't dislike it but he doesn't necessarily like it. As for your date/gift exchange all I can say is picnic. Picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic! I can't stress this enough, Hank would take you on the cutest picnic you've ever been on. Like, it'd be next to some beautiful waterfall or on some hill with an outstanding view, but it'd be so cute and so neatly packed. He'd definitely be shy about giving gifts but would love the tiny squeal you'd left out when he'd hand you your favorite candy and something you'd mentioned a few times but not enough to suspect he'd actually paid attention. Hank is shy, so naturally he'd just want to spend the day appreciating you and making you happy. You'd be laid back in his lap, taking in your surroundings and Hank would mumble, "I'm truly the luckiest guy in the world."

Alex Summers

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This boy loves Valentine's day, can't express it enough. He full-heartedly believes that the mansion needs to be decked out in decorations, every single year. Alex is definitely not the most romantic person but he tries so hard to be romantic and his efforts definitely work. Not only would he get you chocolates and candies and flowers but he'd definitely be the person to get you balloons and a card. He would put so much thought into the gift because he'd definitely make it all into a little gift basket with all the gifts and the card would definitely bring you to tears.

Scott Summers

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Scott pretends to hate Valentine's Day but everyone knows he loves it. He loves seeing you smile and hearing your laugh. I touched a small bit on Scott in the Peter special. Definitely gives you flowers, and he would go more off of which flowers smelt the best rather than which were the "prettiest". Scott would totally get you chocolates and your favorite candy but he'd get you like those Lindt Lindor chocolates or Sees Candy. I feel like Scott would leave the whole day up to you. If you wanna watch a movie, sure! Which one? If you want to go out to eat, sure! Which restaurant? If you want to go exploring, sure! Where to first? Scott literally finds joy in seeing you happy so I think he'd just spend the entirety of Valentine's Day trying to make sure that you're as happy as possible.

[evergreenourgroupoffriends]

Presenting all four of Lily and James's children because they are alive and thriving 😌

AU where Voldemort dies when he attacks Harry, but Lily and James and live, Regulus lives and is redeemed, and Peter is sent to Azkaban.

Harry James Evans-Potter: you all know the story. This kid was definitely an accident. Gryffindor king, scar-head, youngest seeker in a century.

Rose Lily-Evans Potter: celebration baby after the war ended, little rebel, has stuffed animals of all the marauders' animal forms, charms whiz, divination fan, chocolate frog collecter, Slytherin, beater, fell and hit her head on a rock as a kid and was delighted that she got a scar to match Harry's

Minnie Euphemia Evans-Potter: 1/2 of the fraternal twins, transfiguration whiz, star chaser, Quidditch nerd, Ravenclaw, the biggest prankster out of all of them, Minerva Mcgonagall's pride and joy

Regulus Fleamont Evans-Potter: 1/2 of the fraternal twins, blessed with the only good eyesight of any of the children, the shyest, chess club, keeper, spew member, care of magical creatures nerd, potions whiz, Hufflepuff

Credits to Makówka for the picrew!

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

He’s the shyest little thing too omg! He’s a literal puppy, 70’s cowboy Evan Peters is gonna be the death of me