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Y/N: The hospital said I’m fine.

Kate: No, you suffered a traumatic experience.

Y/N: I barely remember it. I remember crashing into the wall and the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Yelena: That wasn’t an ambulance, I drove you.

Y/N: Then what was that siren?

Yelena: That was Kate screaming.

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Thinking about Remus Lupin being so sweet to shy!reader. Always giving her compliments, just to see her all shy and flustered, giving her little trinkets he’d find that reminded him of her, and giving her forehead kisses every time he’d see her. Remus loves when shy!reader gets quiet and flustered; he always says “Can’t hear you, dove, too quiet when you’re shy” just to see shy!reader get even more flustered.

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i just bought the actual cutest spider-man hoodie and now i’m thinking about peter seeing reader wearing spider-man merch !!! <333

The thwack is telling. You hear the splat and your heart jumps out of your chest, that weird wet sound against red-brick wall, and then you realise what it means and start to panic. 

“Hey, woah woah woah!” Peter says, jimmying open your bum window with a too-strong hand. “It's just me, don't panic.” 

You clamber off of the desk chair you're in and rush into the bathroom. 

“Hello?” 

“Two seconds!” you shout, closing the door hard behind you. You can hear the light pad of Peter's footsteps on the floor from the window, but after that he must disguise the weight of them, and you're doubly startled by his knock. “Two seconds, Peter.” 

“Uh… no?” 

You look around frantically. “What do you mean, no?” 

“You're freaking out? Let me in? Like, right now?” 

“None of those were questions.” 

Peter starts to rattle your door handle. “I'll break it!” he threatens, his voice in that funny place where he's joking but not, the same tone he uses to mess with bad guys who underestimate him. You're being teased. 

You pull your shirt over your head just as he opens the door. “Hey, turns out it wasn't locked.” He blinks at you. “Um. Hello to you, too? This isn't the welcome I was expecting.” 

“Cut the smarm. I got, uh. Soup on me.” 

“Soup.” 

You nod fiercely. “So much soup.” 

“You know I'd smell it, right?” he asks, his hair damp with sweat, the mask stuffed in the pocket of his suit and threatening to fall out as he grabs your shirt. His reflexes are too fast to stop him, as he anticipates your movements before they truly happen. 

You stand there in your teeny vest top, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at any spot that isn't his face as he throws out your shirt and takes in the graphic design on the front. 

He looks between you and the shirt smiling like a fool. He laughs, and he tilts his head one way then the other before laughing again. 

“What's so funny?” you challenge. 

“Put this back on,” he says back, matching your demanding tone. “Right now.” 

“No way.” 

“Put it on! You're indecent. Here, I'll help.” 

It's not funny how quickly you lose, shrieking and pushing backwards into the shower as Peter tries to force your arms through the shirt. You laugh as he grabs you and he knows he can keep going, pushing the shirt over your head and his knee between your thighs, and suddenly you've got Spider-Man's emblem on your chest again, the end of the shirt bunched above your stomach. You're both breathless from the scuffle. He stares at your merch. 

“My eyes are up here.” 

“Shut up,” Peter says just as quickly, kissing you hard. A rough and short thing, the glove of his suit on your naked hip. You breathe out in a rush and kiss back, not feverish but getting there, never not happy to feel the seam of his lips parting against yours. He yanks back, “Is this–” 

You kiss him again before he can ask if it's alright. You like a good fight, and it's hard for him to make fun of you for the shirt when you're kissing. He kisses you long enough to make you dizzy, thumb under the hem of your embarrassing apparel. 

He brings his hand to his mouth to bite off his glove and hits the shower with his elbow, a rain of droplets falling from the head like shards of ice down the back of his neck. He pulls away, blinking, and you laugh at his misfortune tauntingly.

“Cold night in Queens?” you ask. 

He wipes at his neck. “Warm for you. You are never taking it off. Never.” 

“What, you like it?” you ask. 

“Just enough to chase you into the bathroom, yeah.” 

“Friendly neighbourhood pervert,” you say happily. 

He wipes his wet hand down your bare stomach. “And his number one fan.” 

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hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

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imagine reader calling remus moony for the first time, and him becoming feral

thank you xx

a little suggestive so 18+only

you'd never realised you had never called your boyfriend by his teenage nickname till he turned to you with surprised eyes when you had said,

"moony could you bring me an orange juice?"

"who?" he asks, voice light as he walks back towards you instead of further into the kitchen.

sirius and james are surprised as well, just not as much as remus.

"what do you mean?" you ask and remus smiles, leaning over you as you lay on the sofa.

"what did you call me?" he's happy, you can tell that much.

"moony?" you say, now unsure of the use of the name.

"it's the first time you called me that." he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to yours. sirius groans dramatically.

"is that bad?" you ask, lips moving against his own.

"fuck no, if they weren't here i'd bend you over." he whispers, but sirius and james hear him and they both let out a 'what the fuck moony!' making you giggle.

"when they leave, moony," you tease and remus groans, stamping three kisses to your lips before going to get your orange juice.

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remus: that thing, above your chin and below your nose?

sirius: yeah?

remus: fucking shut it

sirius: ...

sirius: wow

y/n: let him live, he's on his period

james: ??

y/n: full moon's nearing

james: ohhhh

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OUR HAPPILY EVER AFTER ; rjl

summary; he’s accidentally been given a poorly made love potion and now he can’t stop himself from telling you he loves you.

“you can’t go in there!” peter blocked you from going into the hospital wing, blue eyes panicked, you roll your eyes, laughing, thinking it’s a joke, but he holds his hand out, halting all movement.

“peter— let me through.” you grit, grabbing his arm and attempting to shove past him.

for a boy who was shorter than you, and had a non threatening demeanour, he was strong.

“tell me what’s wrong with him.” you cross your arms. “since you’re body guarding the damn hospital wing!”

he stutters for a few seconds. “he’s spiked, by a second year ravenclaw, with a love potion, stupid girl thought that he’d confess his love for her. turns out he’s not in love with a second year, and it’s someone else.”

you roll your eyes, trying to ignore the hurt. “if he’s in love with anything, he’s probably babbling about chocolate. he’s my friend, and he needs me, so help me god peter, if you don’t move I will literally skin you alive.”

the blonde squeaked at your threat, and moved almost instantly when you went to pull out your wand, allowing you to push the swinging doors to the hospital wing open, you could see his side profile slightly, and his fluffy hair, covered by madam pomfrey, and his two friends beside him.

pomfrey moved out of the way, and he saw you instantly gasping, calling out your name in a drunkenly way— love potions could do that to people, especially those that were created by a twelve year old.

“hey, is he okay?” you ask sirius, who looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

“peter had one damn job.” his companion huffs in an annoyed tone.

“I’m better now that you’re here.” sighed remus dreamily, making you smile and look at him. “Is this gonna last long, does poppy have a counter potion or—” you trail off, when the man sitting on the bed grabs your hand.

you try to ignore him.

“nah, she said it should wear off in a couple of minutes though.” james informs you.

“now that you’re here can we go? I do not want to face his wrath when he comes up from this.”

they’re already scattering away, before you can say yes, or ask why they’d be facing his wrath.

you watch as they leave through the doors and sigh, turning back to your essentially love drunk friend.

he hummed happily. “you’re so pretty.” he has a cute smile on his face.

“thank you.”

“i mean it.” he sighed. “so gorgeous, beautiful- every other synonym for it.” he mumbled, grabbing at your hair. “this is perfect too, your eyes are my favourite thing about you though, i want our kids to have them.”

your eyes widened, chocking on air, and feeling your entire body heat up.

“our, kids!” you splutter. watching as he looked unbothered.

“mhm.” he mumbled, playing with the ends of the skirt you were wearing.

“two girls, one boy.” he says firmly. “he’ll be the older one, to protect the younger two girls, they’ll be perfect, they’ll look like you of course because I’ll be damned if they don’t.” he smiled fondly, as you listened, the more he talked, the more you forgot how to breathe, winded by the words he was saying.

“what else?” you mumble, curious to hear more of what this love drunk best friend of yours had to say.

“we will be married, in a cottage.” he replied, in a eager tone. “you will have been the one to propose to me, cause I don’t think I’ll ever have the balls to do it myself. everyone we love visits whenever they like, it’ll be amazing.”

your heart swelled, what he was saying— it was sounding more and more appealing.

“we will have the occasion couples fight, most of them will be my fault, cause well— it’s me, and we will live together happily until we’re old, senile and smelly.”

“that sounds like a happily after after kind of love” you tell him.

“our happily ever after.” he corrects you. “it’ll be ours.”

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remus lupin who loves to sneak up and hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder to give you sloppy neck kisses. remus lupin who asks you to sing him to sleep. remus lupin who begs you to help him in potions, the only class he's barely passing. remus lupin who always brings you food at the most random times. like you'll be in the middle of a history lesson and he'll just pull out an apple, offering you a bite. remus lupin who ends up doing your homework for you when you ask him for help. remus lupin who always has a book in hand. remus lupin who loves to lay his head in your lap when you're reading in bed together. remus lupin who gets flustered when you want to take care of his scars. remus lupin who loves seeing you in his one of his sweaters.

sirius black. james potter.

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Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*

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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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Me looking at myself in the mirror at 3am after reading smut for 4 hours straight instead of sleeping:

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he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)

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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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Best Friend Remus Headcannons

~ random headcannons I have for Remus before you start dating

Best Friend Remus who reads your favorite romance books so he can be what you're looking for

Best Friend Remus who helps James and Sirius prank anyone you're interested in

Best Friend Remus who rejects every girl that asks him out because they aren't you

Best Friend Remus who stares at you whenever he can because you're the prettiest person he's ever seen

Best Friend Remus who memorizes all of your favorite things so he always knows how to cheer you up

Best Friend Remus who learns how to do your hair so he has an excuse to touch you

Best Friend Remus that leaves his sweaters in your dorm because he loves to see you in his clothes

Best Friend Remus that lets you trace his scars when you need a distraction

Best Friend Remus who always holds your hand at Hogsmeade so you “don't get lost”

Best Friend Remus that will do your homework for you when you're sick or overwhelmed

Best Friend Remus who clings to you before and after the full moon

Best Friend Remus that treats you better than any guy you ever dated

Best Friend Remus that's been in love with you for years and doesn't know how to say it

Boyfriend Remus that finally told you how he felt

Boyfriend Remus who spends everyday thinking about how lucky he is that you feel the same

Boyfriend Remus that treats you better than you could have ever imagined

Boyfriend Remus who already has your wedding planned

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okay i really hope this makes sense because i love your writing - shy!reader x remus <3

reader is in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets detention for something she didn’t do - too shy and nervous to speak up for herself. when reader doesn’t meet up on time with remus he begins to worry

thank you for requesting! writing in the actual harry potter universe is tough, but i really like how it turned out!

grumpy!remus lupin x shy!fem!reader, 0.7k words

Remus paced back and forth in the hallway, frantically trying to think of an excuse as to why you might be late. James and Sirius watched him, clearly amused at his antics.

"Moony," James spoke up, "might I remind you that she's only ten minutes late?"

He turned around with an annoyed look on his face, a frown turning the corner of his lips downward. "No, you may not."

Sirius burst into laughter, clutching at James's blazer to steady himself. When he took a look at Remus's face, he fell silent. "Sorry," he murmured, "that was not funny."

"She's never late," he said, mostly to himself rather than to his best friends, "maybe I should check her classroom?" He paused, then answered his own question. "Yes. I'll do that. See you later, guys," Remus added, before heading off in the opposite direction of the Great Hall for lunch.

James sighed in mock disappointment. "Now what'll we do?"

Sirius played along, grin wide on his face. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "we'll have to follow him. I mean, what else could we possibly do?

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You sat, hands shaking, in front of your professor. The only sound was the clicking of his pen as he surveyed you. "I don't understand what I did wrong," you managed, looking at your lap because you could not meet his gaze.

Snape stared at you, an incredulous look on his face. "You don't understand what you did wrong?" He repeated your statement. "Well, let me remind you, (Y/N). A student told me that she saw you in the bathroom, attempting to perform an expulso curse."

You didn't say anything. You knew it was Pansy, but if you said anything, which you wouldn't have done anyway, she would do much worse to you. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice quiet.

He nodded, a stern look on his face. "Do not let me catch you doing that again," he said, then paused. "Detention, then. Two weeks, starting today. 6'o clock. Don't be late," he added, then motioned for you to leave.

Packing up your things, you left in a hurry. You bumped straight into Remus, who had been making his way to your classroom. He steadied you, setting a hand on your hip. When he spoke, his voice was gentle. "Hey, where've you been? I've been looking for you everywhere, I-"

He was cut off by you promptly bursting into tears, hiding your face in the crook of his blazer. "Oh," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around you, hand going up to soothingly scratch at your scalp. "Oh, angel, you're okay," he murmured softly. "It's okay."

You sniffled, and the sound made his chest hurt as you burrowed your head further into his jacket. Then, you pulled away, bringing your sleeve up to wipe at your eyes hastily.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. You tried to explain yourself. "I was in the bathroom at the wrong time," you said, and Remus raised an eyebrow. "Snape thought I was trying to do an expulso curse."

"But you weren't," Remus said slowly. "Of course you weren't. Must've been Pansy, the little git." When you nodded, he asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

You shook your head. "I didn't want to get in more trouble."

You looked up at him, and his eyes softened. "I get it," he said, although if it had been up to him, he would have blamed it on her to get you out of trouble. Remus swung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you back into his chest, which you went into gladly. "So, how many days of detention?"

Wincing, you replied, "two weeks."

He groaned, then said, "how am I supposed to go that long without seeing my girlfriend?"

You laughed. "You'll see me at lunch, and at Charms."

He pressed a kiss to your head. "Nope. I gotta get into some sort of trouble so I can be in detention with you, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened when James and Sirius popped out from behind the corner, identical mischievous grins on their faces.

Sirius was the first to speak up. "Did someone say trouble?"

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I miss him still cant believe we’re getting Logan back soon