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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

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As always, my baby gay @miscmarvelwritings is the bestest beta!

"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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annies-marvel-imagines · 4 years

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Dusk Till Dawn (Peter Parker x Reader)

Part 1

Summary: After a mission gone slightly wrong, Y/N hears something she never expected from her teammates and learns something that changes her relationship with Tony.

Warning: swearing (probably), violence, angst, hurt!reader, sad!reader, Peter being bad at flirting,

A/N: This is a collaboration with @rosaliestark01. Part 2 will probably be posted on her account by next Friday. Credit for the GIF belongs to owner.

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“Okay, we need to get in and get out.” Steve had been explaining the mission. We were supposed to look for a crate of weapons with a red wax seal on the lid. “We can’t let them know we were here at all. Got it?”

You all nodded your heads. This was the first mission you had been in two months. You were glad to be back on the field, but it was a little weird to be around so many of the Avengers at once. Nat, Steve, Peter, and your dad were all there. The rest were at the tower.

“Hey.” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Peter taking a seat next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Looking at Peter, he looks a bit different. He’s still handsome, but hair is longer and he is a bit taller than you remember. He just looks older in general.

“Thank for helping me and Ned out earlier,” Peter says. Earlier that day, Flash was being an assbutt and spilt chemicals all over Ned and Peter’s Chemistry notes. You didn’t have that class today, but you were still able to help them rewrite them. “You’re really smart.”

“Thanks, Pete.” You couldn’t help but blush a little every time he complimented you, which has recently been more frequent. “You’re smart too.” Peter smiles, but then he becomes serious.

“So, are you still friends with Eloise Day?” Ellie had invited you to her house the other day. You didn’t understand why Peter didn’t like her. She was always nice to him. A part of you thinks that it was because she figured out his secret within a week after moving to Queens. Since they’re neighbors, she probably saw him sneaking back into his apartment or something.

“Yeah, why?” You still couldn’t figure out why he dislikes Ellie of all people. She was already one of the smartest students at your school. If Ned and MJ were able to figure it out, Ellie could too.

“It’s probably nothing,” He says as he fidgeted with his mask. You could tell he was nervous about what he was about to say. “I feel like there’s something-”

“Alright. Get in, get out,” Steve interrupted.

Steve is the first to leave the jet. You try to follow, but you’re forced to sit back down and wait for the others to pass first. You figured that they just didn’t see you. Finally, Peter offered you his hand and the two of you were the last off the jet.

The base was bigger than you imagined it would be. Everyone decided to split up in order to make things easier. Not only would it be easier to remain undetected but it would make finding the crate a lot easier too.

You noticed a door that was left slightly open. After making sure that no one was there, you quietly entered the room. It was littered with boxes and crates. One of them had to be the one you’re looking for. After a few minutes of searching, you came to the conclusion that none of these crates was the one that you needed to find. Not a single one had a red wax seal on the lid.You were about to go look for it when something caught your eye.

In the middle of the room was a fairly clean desk, but that was not what caught your attention. It was the giant red folder on top of it that had the word “classified” stamped onto it. Upon opening it, you realized two things. First, Hydra shouldn’t have any of this information. Secondly, finding out that an organization like Hydra has a file all about you is nothing short of frightening.

“What the-” You were too immersed in the fact that Hydra had any of this information to realize that you were no longer alone.

“Didn’t your dad teach you it’s rude to touch things that don’t belong to you?” You jumped, not realizing how long you had been standing there. Turning around, you inspect the man. He is definitely a lot bigger than you, but Nat had taught you what to do in situations where your opponent was bigger than you. Bucky had also given you a few tips. Unfortunately, none of those tips prepared you for situations when a fucking skyscraper was pointing some weird space gun at you.

The more Hydra soldiers you meet, the more you think that Hydra is just picking them up off the streets. You were lucky that this man was horrible at aiming. You dodged the blast, however, you weren’t expecting another guy to shoot you from behind.

“Y/N?” Peter asks through the earpiece. You don’t answer right away since you’re dealing with not one, but two Hydra soldiers. You use your knife and throw it at the man who snuck up behind you. The first guy tries to shoot you again, but something (or someone) stops him. Peter webs the guy up pretty good after taking his space gun away.

“Peter,-” You want to tell him about the file you just found, but you can’t when he interrupts you.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Yeah.”You say. “I was shot but-”

“You were shot!” You refrain from rolling your eyes because let’s be honest here. If he had been shot you’d probably lose your mind.

“Peter, I’m fine. Look.” You hand him the file and wait while he looks through it. Although he is wearing a mask, you can imagine the look he probably has. You also notice the way he tenses up the more he looks through it.

“This is all about you” He states.“This is your whole life.”

“Alright, got it,” You both ear through the earpiece. It sounds like Nat found what you were supposed to look for.

“Come on, let’s go.” Peter turns to leave, but you stop him.

“What about this?” He looks between the file and you. You can tell that he is unsure about what he is about to say.

“We can’t let them know we were here.”

“Its a little too late for that, don’t you think?” You motion to the guy you threw a knife at and the guy who Peter had webbed to the wall. Whether you take the file or not, they would still know that you were there. Peter looks conflicted for a few seconds before he realizes that your right. Taking the file won’t make a difference now.

“Fine.” You quickly take the file and put it in your backpack. You didn’t know why Hydra had such a big file about you, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious about what they know about you.

Peter had insisted on taking a look at your injury. You knew that he knew that you would be able to take care of it yourself, but it was nice to spend time with him. Today had been the first time you really talked in over a week.

“So, it’s been a while since we hung out,” Peter says as he fixes you up.

“Yeah,” you agree. The last time that you and Peter hung out was two months ago when you went to the movies with him and Ned. Peter had left halfway through the movie because his Peter-tingle was telling him that something was happening.

“Do you want to go see a movie next weekend?”

“Sure,” you look up at him excitedly. There was this new movie that was out that you really wanted to see. You were sure that he and Ned would like it too. “I can pick you guys up this time.”

Peter looked at you a bit nervously before he spoke again. “Well, I was hoping that it could just be the two of us.”

Was this a date? You really liked Peter, but you had always figured that he just thought of you as a friend and that he harbored feelings for MJ. You could have sworn that you’ve heard him talking about how smart and pretty she was.

“That’s fine.” Although you had a fairly calm exterior, you were internally freaking out. You were about to say something else when Peter’s eyes widen. He looked both confused and worried which made you think that he thought you were getting the wrong idea.

“How many times have you been shot?” You watch as his worried expression became stern. Although you were not expecting that, you realized that you should have expected it.

Lately, you’ve been patrolling by your self. Peter was always busy, as well as everyone else, so you didn’t want to bother them about it. You hadn’t realized how used you were to patrolling with someone. You’ve been injured more times in the last six months than you had in your whole life.

“That was the first time I’ve been shot. I’ve been stabbed three times.” Peter looked like his head was about to explode. You didn’t think it was that big of a deal. You knew how to take care of yourself. Yeah, you’ve had a few slip-ups, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t have handled.

“You really need to be more careful,” Peter sighs. “None of us want to see you hurt.”

“I know.”You squeeze his hand that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You stood up and Peter gave you a gentle hug so as not to put pressure on your wound.

“Okay, I’ll see you at school.” With that, you made your way out of the medical wing. As you passed the common room, you couldn’t help but hear that the other Avengers were having what sounded to be an important conversation.

“You know I’m right about this,” Rhodey said. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, but heard what he was about to say nonetheless. “The missions would be a lot easier without Y/N.”

“I know.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You couldn’t believe that your own dad would so quickly agree with him. You and Rhodey had never exactly been that close, but what gave him the right? It was just one mistake! You hadn’t messed up on a mission in five years. Even then, it wasn’t that big of a mistake.

Nobody heard you slam the door to your room shut. Six months of letting them do their own thing and not trying to be a bother and this is the what you get? You wanted to hit something but instead settled for kicking your backpack. You knew it was your fault when a few papers spilt out, but it only further angered you.

You began cleaning the mess when you remembered about the file you stole. You took it out of your backpack and decided to really look through it hoping it would take your mind off of the feeling of betrayal that you felt.What you hadn’t noticed back at the Hydra base was that there was a USB taped to the inside of the folder. You plugged it into your laptop and was shocked at what you were seeing.

They knew everything about you. They had your medical records, your school transcripts, everything you’ve done for Shield, and where you worked. They knew where you were born, where you lived, and the route you took to school everyday.

That wasn’t even the worst part. You though you knew everything about yourself. What you were now seeing made the betrayal you felt from Rhodey’s words seem like child’s play. You felt lied to and angry.

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 3 years

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Magnolia

I don’t know much about Magnolia or Paul Thomas Anderson, but I do know that it takes someone paying me to get me to watch a 3-hr+ drama that doesn’t star Kate Winslet, Leonardo DiCaprio, and a really big boat. This is one of my mom’s favorite movies which is why she requested it for me to review. It’s packed with a balls-to-the-wall star-studded cast (Tom Cruise! Julianne Moore! Phillip Seymour Hoffman! John C. Reilly! William H. Macy! Felicity Huffman!) and I’m genuinely excited to see how they all fit together. Cause they have to all fit together in some coherent way, right? Well...

Do you remember in Sorry to Bother You when the Equisapiens came out and things just took like...a real turn? That’s kind of what this was like. Whereas StBY pushed a thought to its most extreme, but logical, conclusion, what Paul Thomas Anderson has done here feels like a magician doing a lot of impressive illusions - sawing a lady in half, making a motorcycle disappear, pulling smaller things out of bigger things - and then for his final trick, walking onstage amidst a grand plume of smoke, dropping his pants, taking a gigantic shit, and then saying, “You’ve been a great audience, thanks a lot and goodnight!” It’s not like you can say the experience was BAD. Everything up to the finale was a really great time! But when you’re left on a note that is that bafflingly odd, it kinda colors the way you’ll remember the whole thing.

Magnolia is the story of one long day in the life of 12 people living in Los Angeles who are all connected via an extensive web from acquaintances to married couples to parents and children to paid caregivers and beyond. It’s a day that has the same kind of ups and downs as any other day until it, well, turns into something else entirely. I’m not sure how else to explain it, but if you want to know more, spoilers will be spoiled below.

Some thoughts:

Patton Oswalt cameo! I am a massive fan and thought I knew his whole filmography and OMG how did I not know that he was in this!!

Ok, in spite of my skepticism this entire opening sequence about coincidence had me hooked IMMEDIATELY. Like, this is some damn good storytelling, if this were a novel, I would not be able to put it down - that pull, that’s what it feels like.

Am I the only person whose encyclopedic memory of character actors/roles gets distracted when they see someone from something that is wildly disparate compared to the role you’re currently watching? For example, I had to pause the movie and confirm via IMDB that I did just see Professor Sprout from HP scream “Shut the fuck up!” at her husband while brandishing a shotgun.

Would people really recognize a grown ass man from being a successful child game show contestant? I’ll tell you the answer, no they wouldn’t, because no one realizes that Peter Billingsley (aka Ralphie from A Christmas Story) is the head of the elf production line in Elf.

I knew this was a stacked cast, but holy SHIT this is a stacked cast. If I had $1 for every fantastic character actor I recognize in this, I would have at least $37, and these are people in the film who have maybe 2-3 lines each. It’s a deep bench is what I’m saying.

This makes me miss Phillip Seymour Hoffman so, so very much.

Watching PSH care for and be so compassionate and gentle with his hospice patient, Earl (Jason Robards),makes my heart ache terribly. All of the people who have been unable to perform this kindness, this type of compassionate care for their closest loved ones as they lie dying in isolation of Covid...it’s overwhelming.

OMG I’m counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Very Good Dogs in the old man’s house!

I know Scientology is evil and he’s undeniably a complicated and morally grey person. I know all that. But goddamn I just love watching Tom Cruise COMMIT. Particularly when he commits to just absolute fucking sleazebag slimeballs. And boy oh boy is Frank Mackey an absolute fucking sleazebag slimeball.

Related - I know Frank looks like Tom Cruise, so he could get people to sleep with him no matter what, but I honestly feel like as a human being, this flesh suit is WAY more attractive balding and fat in Tropic Thunder than he is in this shiny brown shirt/leather vest/long hair combo.

I’m getting an uncomfortable vibe about these black characters being written by an artsy white dude, because I don’t know any young black kids who want to hang around with cops and offer up information about who committed a murder in their building. In fact, the way all of the black characters are treated in this film - as liars, criminals, the disingenuous “main stream media,” and thieves - feels rooted in some racist ass bullshit. We see a lot of nuance in our white characters, but even in a film that has, shockingly, more than one key black role, we don’t get that spectrum or nuance.

There is nothing I would love more than to learn that Frank Mackey is 1) gay 2) impotent or 3) both. He’s so disgustingly over-the-top misogynistic, it honestly feels like it should all be a complete act.

I confess I am on the edge of my seat trying to figure out how all these narrative threads tie together. It’s compelling as hell, even though half the time I don’t know why these people are having these long, meandering conversations. The pacing feels so deliberate, like a puzzle coming together. There’s real craftsmanship in how every scene is plotted to feel connected rather than manic or disjointed.

This pharmacist is being unprofessional as hell. Judgy McJudgerson, mind your fucking business, Julianne Moore’s father is dying! [ETA: ope, that’s embarrassing, Earl is actually her husband.]

NO THE DOG IS EATING THE PILLS OH NO VERY CONCERNED ABOUT THE DOG.

I think I knew this, but this soundtrack is fantastic. All Aimee Mann and Supertramp, and Jon Brion’s score is this thrumming, anxious thing full of strings that underscore all these nervous conversations, and then it shifts into these low, mournful horns when things start to take a turn and everyone is reaching their lowest points.

I love this interviewer (April Grace) who is taking Frank (Tom Cruise) to task. I think it’s particularly noteworthy that she is a black woman, because the kind of misogyny Frank peddles is rooted in white supremacy.

Stanley (Jeremy Blackman) is breaking my goddamn heart here. I think he and Phil (PSH) are my favorite characters.

Jim (John C Reilly) is the perfect example of how even a cop with the best intentions, with absolute kindness and love is in heart, is abusing his power and sexually harassing a woman he encountered in the line of duty, who is eager to appease him because she doesn’t want to be charged with a crime. This movie reads a LOT differently than it did in 1999.

I normally really love Julianne Moore, but she is a screeching mess in this. I can’t stop staring at her mouth and all the contortions it makes as she delivers every line in hysterics. She’s one of the few weak spots for me here.

Listening to Frank go on his whole diatribe about what society does to little boys to break them and victimize them HAS to be the source of where Keith Raniere got at least half of his NXIVM bullshit. Like, some of these points are word-for-word.

Also if Frank makes as much money as he seems to, there’s no way he would drive a shitty Saturn sedan.

It feels like the common thread of this movie is everyone is terrible and cheats on their spouses, and you should come clean when you get cancer so you can die peacefully. Weird moral, but ok.

If Jim is a cop, how does he not see that this woman he’s interested in (Melora Walters) is coked out of her mind?

Y’know for being a quiz kid, Donnie (William H. Macy) sure is kinda stupid.

I confess I’m not taking many notes throughout this because I’m just kind of sitting breathlessly still watching all these conversations unfold because I am on the edge of my fucking seat to find out how all this is gonna come together.

Secret MVP of this movie is the mom from A Christmas Story (Melinda Dillon) who is giving the performance of her goddamn life as Jimmy Gator’s wife.

Did I Cry? On the surface it appears ridiculous, but when Tom Cruise is having his breakdown at his dying father’s bedside, I admit, that really got me. If you’ve ever been faced with that kind of hysterical, I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening, it feels like the whole world is ending kind of shock and hurt and anger, that’s what the crying looks like.

Are those......frogs?? That landed on Jim’s car? It’s raining fucking frogs???? OK for those of you sensitive to frog harm, this movie is going to take a real hard left turn for you, because I swear that came out of NOWHERE.

Um.

What.

Pray tell.

The fuck.

The climax of this movie - is when literal frogs rain from the sky.

And we finally got resolution about the dog, and the dog DID die, and I’m pissed about it. It’s offscreen but still.

I'm sorry - I know I’m fixating. But how is it possible that I knew about all the characters performing a sing-along to Aimee Mann’s (excellent) song “Wise Up” but I did NOT know that the climax of the film involves literally thousands of frogs falling to their death from the sky? How is that something that escapes entry into the cultural zeitgeist? I’m with it, you guys. I have been Very Online for over a decade, and before that, I read a lot of Entertainment Weekly, and like it just seems that this is something that pop culture really should have told me.

I think the funniest moment of this movie might be the credits in which I discovered that not only is Luis Guzman playing a man named Luis, he’s actually playing himself. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop laughing about it. That was a 189-minute setup to one dumb punchline.

I think I loved this movie but I don’t quite know. The frog thing really threw me. What I’m taking away from it is that even when it doesn’t feel like it or seem like it, we are all connected to each other, always, in ways we can’t see or know. As Wife astutely pointed out, it’s reminiscent of the pandemic - we’re all in the same storm, but we each have our own boats and our own experiences within that storm. And it’s kind of nice to remember that right now, that connection still exists even when it feels so far away. Just not if you’re a frog I guess, cause they really got the short end of the stick here.

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just-my-fandom · 5 years

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Putting It Off (Tony Stark x Wife! Reader)

Request; May I have a Tony Stark x wife Reader? Its after the snap at they have two children, a boy and a girl with Tonys parents names and its just them being a happy family and time skip to his funeral the reader comforts her children and Tony leaves a message for them?

Tonys parents names, the children, are named Howard and Maria

My spring allergies kicked in and let me tell you, I am SUFFERING

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"Alright, Thing One and Thing Two, lunch is ready,"

Tony groans as he squats down in front of the make shift tent, the loud giggles of the two children inside bringing a smile to his face,

"Daddy!" A little boy with Tony's dark hair and his mothers eyes jumps out, face conjuring fake fear, "Iron Mans come to get me!"

"Say what? Im right here!" Tony furrows his eyebrows, Howard turning and pointing at the tent,

"No, Iron Mans evil sidekick! Iron girl!"

A child like roar echoes from the tent, Tony raising an eyebrow when a little girl stumbles out, Tony's helmet sliding on her head for it being too big,

"Whoa Whoa, what are you doing with that?" Tony lifts up the girl, her giggles loud as he lifts the helmet off her head, revealing (hair/Color) locks and light brown eyes,

"I was being a super hero papa, just like you," Maria wraps her tiny arms around Tonys neck, allowing him to kiss her cheek,

"Yeah well, I'm done being a super hero for now. Maybe when the helmet is big enough to fit your head you can be Iron Girl,"

Howard pouts, taking Tonys hand as Tony led him towards the house,

"What about me? Will I be a super hero?"

Tony looks down at him, helping him up the steps to the porch,

"One day. You can only dream so big,"

You step out of the house, holding open the screen door so Howard could run inside, and you pull Maria from Tonys arms, smiling at the man,

"I didn't dream big, and look where that got me," You peck Tonys lips, Tony winking,

"You just got lucky,"

"Who's that?" Maria's question has you looking over Tonys shoulder, the man turning at a car pulling up,

Tonys arm slides to your lower back, and his eyes follow as Steve, Natasha, and Scott all stepped out of the black car,

"Why don't you go inside and help Howard with the drinks?" You set Maria on her feet, watching her tug the door open and rush inside,

"Long time no see," Tony greets, the group of three walking up to the porch,

"We think we figured it out," Steve says blankly, your eyes meeting his as you frown,

"Figured what out?"

"We might be able to bring everyone back," Scott says almost too excitedly, watching you and Tony share glances,

"Great. Why show up here?" Tony asks, and Natasha frowns,

"We need your help, Tony,"

Tony clicks his tongue, "Well I dont want to help and possibly fuck everything up with Thanos. Im perfectly happy where I am. I have two kids for christs sake,"

"Why don't," You put a hand to Tonys chest, noticing his anger slowly building up, "You guys come in for lunch and we talk this through? I dont mind making extra sandwiches,"

Tony meets your eye's, questioning you, but you only flick your eyebrows at him and open the screen door,

. . . . . . .

"Maybe you should do it,"

Tony looks up at you, rolling on a clean tee shirt as you step into shorts,

"Do what?" He asks, and you raise your eyebrows, stepping up to him so you could slide your arms around his shoulders, hands pressing to the back of his neck and his hair,

"The whole time travel thing," You lean forward, kissing his jaw, "Up to this day you've been beating yourself up over Peter, and now that you have a chance to bring him back you're avoiding,"

Tonys fingers press into your upper waist, tilting his head down to press his lips to your temple,

"Plus," You look up at the man, allowing him to reach forward and capture your lips warmly, "He would love to meet Howard and Maria,"

"Exactly," Tony closes his eyes, forehead bumping yours as his thumbs draw circles on your hips, "If we go back in time we could mess it up to where Howard and Maria arent even born,"

"Tony," You slide your hands to his face, directing his eyes to meet yours, "You have to try. Please,"

A moment of silence, and Tony sighs, nodding, "Okay," He breathes, "I'll let Steve know in the morning,"

A loud giggle and shushing causes you to pull back from your husband, looking over in time to see a flurry of hair rush past the door,

"Maria (M/N) Stark, come here," You tip toe to the door, sliding into the hallway and lifting up your daughter, who shrieks and giggles,

"Where's your brother? Huh? Tell me," You press kisses to Marias cheek, her tiny hands pressing to your face to push you away,

"I got him!" Tony playfully roars, tackling the youngest Stark son onto the bed and you grin, tossing Maria across the bed so Tony could catch her,

Howard stands up on your mattress and bounces, yelping when you tug at his legs and pull, causing the child to land on his back and laugh with glee,

Tonys eyes look down at his daughter, who slowly calmed as she eased into her fathers arms, then he looks up, watching you sink onto your bed and pull Howard into your lap,

He really wanted to bring Peter back. But was he willing to risk the three loves of his life for something he wasnt a hundred percent sure was going to happen?

. . . . . . .

"Mama?" You look down, kneeling so you were eye to eye with the brown orbs that brought tears to your own,

"What is it, sweetheart?" You brush a hand through Maria's hair, hand cupping the side of her face,

"Where's papa?" She whimpers, doing her little head tilt as she blinks,

"Papa's um," You swallow, and pull her forward so she was against your shoulder, "Papa's not going to be coming home any time soon,"

"Why? Is he at work?" Maria asks, biting her thumb nail like she has done since her toddler years,

"Yeah," You kiss the side of Marias head, blinking away tears, "Papas at work,"

You stand up, heaving Maria into your arms, and look around at the crowds that stayed for Tonys funeral,

"Wheres your brother?" You ask softly, walking up the porch to your home,

"With Happy," Maria answers, arms at your neck as she lets her eyes drift in the distance,

"Hey, Y/N," Happy steps out of the screen door, Howard in one arm, "Tony left you something. You and the kids should come see this,"

Everyone is gathered around in the living room by now, eyes looking at you as you swallow, sitting down at the couch with both kids at your sides,

Howard grasps at your shirt, leaning into your arm as he looks at his twin sister, then to where Happy sat Tonys helmet in the living room floor,

A hologram comes up, causing both kids to jump, but then Maria giggles and extends a hand to the hologram of Tony,

"Papa!"

The hologram doesnt respond, stepping back from the camera to show his full body, and he clears his throat, eyes looking off to the side,

"I dont know why I let you convince me to go back in time," Tony chuckles, finger rolling his wedding ring as he coughs into his fist, "Y/N, I remember the first day we met. We were at the lab together and you found a mistake I made in my suit and completed it,"

You smile at the memory, Tony was just a man you met at the labs, frustrated that his suit wouldnt power on. You found a wire out of place and when the suit turned on, he offered to buy you dinner,

"From that dinner date on, you helped me through anxiety attacks, through the struggles of threats," Tony rolls his shoulders, "Meeting Harley and Peter and treating them as my own kids; I suggested to you about kids, since we were already married,"

You look over your shoulder, Peter and Harley glancing at one another and sharing weak smiles,

"When you said you were pregnant with the twins," Tonys hologram laughs softly, "I felt like I didnt deserve it. You are such an independent young woman, that I didnt deserve. But you gave me two beautiful children that you allowed to name after my parents,"

The hologram moves forward, eyes unexpectedly meeting yours, "I love you so much, Y/N M/N Stark. If anything is to happen, take care of my four kids,"

Tony winks, blowing you a kiss and waving to the twins before the hologram vanishes,

When people began to leave and Howard and Maria went for cheeseburgers with Happy, you run your hands down your black dress, exhaling deeply as you walked up to two teenagers,

"You both know Tony cared for you, right?"

Harley sets down his glass of water, pressing his lips together and nodding, "I honestly thought he forgot about me," He shoves his hands into his suits pockets, looking down,

His hands instantly slide back out when you pull him forward, squeezing him with reassurance as his own arms slid to your back, accepting your embrace,

"He doesnt forget anyone," You murmur, and look at Peter, cupping his face then pulling him to your chest,

"You both knew him best," You tell the two, looking from Peter to Harley, "I want you to still be apart of Howard and Marias lives, just because Tony isnt here doesnt mean you arent part of the family anymore,"

"Thanks, Y/N," Peter smiles, Harley nodding as he mumbles a thanks, and you smile, stepping back and waiting for your house to empty so you could drown in your own tears in one of Tonys shirts and the hologram on replay

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About Time!!

Pairing: Remus Lupin (marauders era) x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: The reader is James Potter’s twin sister and they are both on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She’s best friends with all of the Marauders and with Lily. They’re in their final year at Hogwarts and her crush on a certain Gryffindor is becoming unbearable.

“I want you all to remember what we did in training and try and replicate that on the pitch. This is such an important game, not only for me and the seven years on this team but for the entire Gryffindor house. We are going to go out there and kick those slimy Slytherin’s butts” Your brother, the infamous James Potter, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, the best chaser bluh bluh bluh, roared with enthusiasm, punching the air with his broom in his hand. You and the rest of the team begin to cheer.

James leading the way with you right behind him and the team behind you as you marched your way onto the pitch. As soon as you all stepped foot onto the pitch the crowd erupted around you. It was the game for the Quidditch cup, and by looking up into the stands, the majority of Hogwarts was backing your team as opposed to Slytherin, who only had their house cheering for them. Squinting your eyes and looking into the stands you were just able to make out four individuals who happened to be you and your twin brother’s best friends, Sirius, Peter, Lily and Remus. They were in the front row in one of the stands and they were dressed in maroon and gold. They had banners saying things like GO GRYFFINDOR and KICK THEIR ASSES POTTERS. You had to giggle at that one as you knew that Sirius, your “adopted” brother, had made it.

You make your way to the middle of the pitch and mount your broom, looking at your brother and both of you giving each other a small nod, almost as to say don’t get hurt and play good. You were the seeker, and a bloody good one at that, so you were nervous to say the least, almost as though the entire house and its supporters were counting on you to win the game. You came face to face with the Slytherin seeker and watched as he mouth to you You’re going down Potter all you could do was smile and look him right in the eyes and mouth back You fucking wish.

With that the referee comes out to the middle of the field and she realises the golden snitch. With that and the rules being said with the usual I want a nice, clean game she throws up the quaffle and the game begins.

You flew straight up, attempting to get out of the mess that was unfolding below you. James grabs the quaffle and begins to race off towards the goal, and you fortunately watch him score the first points for Gryffindor. You pump your fist in the air and then get back to looking for the snitch. You slowly flew your broom high above the mess that was below you as you squint your eyes hoping to see a glint of gold.

After at least 5 minutes you were in luck. down near your Gryffindor keeper, just above his head, you saw the colour you were looking for. At once you dove quickly, keeping your eyes on the snitch whilst being very conscious of the bludgers that flew your way and trying to stay out of the way of your teams chasers. It was a close game. You didn’t need the announcer, Alex Jordan (who always knew how to keep the crowd laughing) to tell you that. You could tell that the game was just back and forth, goal after goal for each team.

“And is it? I think it is...the most gorgeous girl at Hogwarts..”

“Alex!!”

“Sorry professor, as I was saying Y/N has spotted the golden snitch and she’s diving like her life depends on it. And let’s be honest, it does because if she doesn’t get this and Gryffindor lose the game, Merlin only knows what’s going to happen to her at this school”

“ALEX!!”

With that announcement you just smile and shake your head as you race to try and catch up with the snitch. But thanks to Alex’s announcement you were now being bumped, shoulder to shoulder with the Slytherin’s seeker, as you both fought to get to the golden snitch.

After what felt like an eternity you both were a few inches off the ground almost in arms reach of the snitch. Then out of no where a bludger came your and you only just merely move out of the way of the bludger and it skims fast your face. However, your opponent isn’t so lucky and it hits him square in the face, knocking him off his broom. With no competition now you managed to put all of your attention onto the golden object that was just out of your reach. You leant that little further on your broom to retrieve it. Just a little more. Little did you know, a Slytherin beater was up behind you to tip your broom.

“Y/N Look out!” you heard someone scream and before you know it you were flipped forward off your broom and rolling towards the ground quickly. You curled yourself into a ball in an attempt to protect yourself from the inevitable hard landing. And you did hit the ground hard, however, you didn’t hurt anything, luckily for you, but you knew that there were going to be some nasty bruises on your body in the coming days.

“Y/N holy shit are you okay?” you could hear your brother bellow out, laced with anger towards the opposing team. You just looked at him wide-eyed and slowly looked down, opening your hand to see the golden snitch’s wings fold back on itself. You were in shock. You just won the game for Gryffindor, you just won your house the Quidditch Cup.

“I don’t believe!! Y/N has caught the golden snitch, Gryffindor win!!” and with that the pitch begins to be flooded with students, Gryffindors and others alike, swarming their way towards your team. You turn to your brother with a big smile reaching from ear to ear on your face, that being mirrored on his as you see eyes and nose crinkled, you leap into his arms as he turns you around in circles, something you both only do when you are super proud of each other.

As he begins to put you down you are tackled to the floor as you witness your brother picking up Lily as she rewards his win with a kiss. You are, however, tackled to the ground by your other three best friends. You could hear them congratulating you and saying how amazing you played. You winced a little because your entire body was screaming in pain from your most recent tumble, but you didn’t want that to ruin your happiness. You were so happy when the boys got you back off your feet that you couldn’t help but join in with the rest of the team, as your house had lifted them up off the ground holding them all above their heads. You were preoccupied to notice a certain someone’s eyes never leaving your beautiful face as you reveled in the glory of the win.

It had been a few hours since the win and the Gryffindor common-room was turning into a full on party, organised by your brother and the other marauders. It was your last Hogwarts Quidditch match and the whole situation was bitter-sweet. You were so glad that you had all won and therefore won the Quidditch Cup but at the same time you were upset to not be able to play the game at the school you loved anymore due to you all graduating in a few months.

Furthermore, you still hadn’t told a certain Marauder that you had loved him since your fourth year, and it was getting harder to conceal. Whilst the party was getting set up, you were with Lily, getting ready for the party. You had managed to have a shower and get rid of all of the sweat and grime from the game and now Lily was helping you do your hair whilst you did your make up. You wanted to dress to impress and you think Lily understood. She was lucky, she already had the love of her life, yes it was with your twin brother and it was quite disgusting at times, but still. You wanted what they had. You wanted someone to look at you the same way they looked at each other, and all the small things they do together, when their studying and make sure that they’re both on the same track, or the small touches and head scratches when we were all around the fire, or the small little kisses and glances they give each other when they think no one is looking.

There was only one person who you wanted that with, and you doubt that he was even interested. You just sigh as you do the slightest little touch up to your make up, before putting on your shoes and linking arms with Lily before leaving your dorm and strutting your way back to the common room.

“There she is everyone, the star of today’s game, the most amazing seeker Gryffindor has ever had. My sister Y/N!” and with that the room erupted into cheers and you stepped off the last steps. Laughing you give a royal wave before seeing your group and heading over to them. As soon as you reached them Sirius wrapped his arm around your shoulders and leant his body weight onto you. It didn’t long for you to realise that Padfoot and Prongs had been drinking Firewhiskey and very intoxicated. You just shook your head and looked around the room to see the party in full swing. It made you happy that your actions were able to bring about such happiness in people when there were terrible things occurring outside of Hogwarts. But you didn’t want to think about right now, you wanted to enjoy one of your last parties at Hogwarts.

You looked up and locked eyes with the most encapsulating caramel coloured eyes you had ever seen. The eyes which you had fallen in love in your fourth year. Remus John Lupin. The most handsome man, in your opinion, in all of Hogwarts. He was absolutely gorgeous, and smart, and kind and you were longing to be his, but you knew that he didn’t feel the same way back. You blushed and looked away, watching as James stumbled towards Lily and dragged her down onto the nearest couch. You just giggled and pushed Sirius onto those too because his weight was beginning to become really heavy on your figure.

You were drunk. You know that. You had gotten yourself into a stupid drinking competition with James and Sirius to see who could flip all of the cups on the table. You rarely drink, but when you do you go all out and you definitely feel it in the morning. You were stumbling around the common room trying to find Remus. Yeah sure you couldn’t see or think straight but you were going to do it. You were going to confess your love to him. You bumped into people, accidentally spilling your drink all around you and on other people in the process, but you had found him and it was time.

“Remus” you all but squeal as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands instinctively go to your waist which turns into wrapping his arms around you to keep you up and steady.

“I haaaaaave to *hiccup* teeeeeelllll yoooooouuuuuu someting,” you drunkenly slur, jabbing him in the chest as you slowly swayed side to side.

“and what may that be love?” Remus chuckles as he watches you struggle to keep your eyes open and look at him.

“I loooooooveeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu!” You sing, raising your arms in the air and spilling more drink on yourself and on him.

“Okay love. I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Let’s get you into bed. You are so going to regret this in the morning,” he snorts, then without warning, well without warning to you, he picks you up bridal style and makes his way towards the stairs to the girls dormitory. You don’t know what he does, but you feel him grab his want and cast some spell, and then continues to walk you up the stairs and into your dorm. He slowly helps you get out of your party attire and into comfy pyjamas. He then continues to wipe off your make up and then lowers you into bed. You feel yourself falling into a dizzy sleep and faintly hear him say “Good night Y/N’ and the faintest kiss on your forehead before you fall into your slumber.

You awoke to the world’s worst headache and a sick feeling in your stomach as you remember how much you drank the night before. Slowly opening your eyes you look towards your nightstand to see a small note, some chocolate and water. You pulled yourself onto your elbows and greedily reached for the water and chocolate. You didn’t realise how dry your throat felt until you were actually conscious of your surroundings.

Then you looked down and saw that you were in your pyjamas, you couldn’t remember for the life of your when or how you made your way to your bed but you were grateful to have gotten changed and rid of your make up. You reach for the note and carefully read it with your hungover eyesight

Morning Y/N.

Hope you slept well, you went really hard last night. I brought you up last night and got you ready and into bed. Before I left I filled up the glass of water which I assume you have already drunken, and some chocolate, knowing that it not only makes me feel better but also you. Hope you’re not feeling to bad this morning

R.L

You groaned. Of course Remus brought you up to bed. How embarrassing. You bit into the chocolate he had left, savouring the taste of the delicious milky flavour. Then your memories began to creep back into your mind. One in particular.

Oh no, last night you told Remus you loved him.

You avoided him all week, too embarrassed to face him. This meant avoiding him also lead to avoiding the rest of the marauders. You didn’t want to see any of them, not after the way you had acted at the party. And you felt awful, you always felt their eyes on you as you would walk the other way or leave a room just as they entered. It was really starting to piss your twin off as well. He interrogated the boys, demanding them to tell him what they had done to you to stop you from spending time with your best friends. When they all said nothing, he went to his Lily-flower, but even she was just as confused as he was.

All in all, it was getting ridiculous. So he came up with a plan. On Sunday evening, after dinner, he knew that you would go into the common-room, go to the corner and curl up into one of the sofas reading one of the books your parents had sent you for your down time. So he waited. Right on time you made your way through the portrait hole in the wall and with your book in your hands went to the back corner and began reader.

You were unaware of anyone in the room with you until you saw a shadow creep over the pages of your book. You looked up to see your lovely brother staring over you tapping his foot. You just sighed. You knew this time was coming but you were hoping to avoid them for just a little bit longer. At least it was just you and him and not the rest if the crew.

“Y/N why have you been avoiding us?” He questioned, looking down at you expectantly

“I have no idea what you are talking about lovely brother,” you decided to play dumb. You knew it wouldn’t work but maybe it would avoid the question for a little longer.

“Oh please Y/N. I’m not stupid. Now tell me why you’ve been avoiding us and not talking to use for a week. Did we do something? Did I do something?”

“No James, you didn’t do anything, actually none of you have done anything. I just needed to be alone for a bit.” Little did you know at this point four more people came in through the portrait hole and was standing quietly off to side, eavesdropping on you and your brothers conversation.

“Well what’s going on?”

It was like all of your feeling had been bottling up and the realisation hit you that you had to tell someone about your feelings before you exploded, and you were about to as well. It was like word vomit, and anger that you couldn’t get what, or more who you wanted.

“Okay, you want to know what’s going on James? I’ll tell you what’s going on. I’m in love with Remus. I love Remus. And I told him when I was drunk and now I’m too embarrassed to face him. Whenever I see him my world lights up. I feel butterflies in my stomach and when we lock eyes its as if time and my heart stop. I love the way he acts around all of us, I love how smart he is, how kind he is, how mischievous he is around us all when we’re pulling pranks and how caring he is, especially around the full moon because he doesn’t want any one of you three hurt. And yes I know about his “furry little problem” but I don’t care, because that’s part of the man I fell in love with. And it hurts that I can never be good enough for him, not smart enough for him, kind enough for him, pretty enough for him. And it hurts that he will never feel thee same way about me!” You practically scream at your twin and the poor thing looks very taken aback. He was not ready for your sudden outburst and he was certainly not ready for him to confess your love for one of his best friends.

You were breathing heavy, but you also felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulder, that you were happy to of finally told someone about your feelings. You got up to go towards the fireplace, but stopped suddenly when out of the corner of your eye you saw your three best friends and the one person you’re in love with, all of which had their mouths open staring at you. That’s when you realise, they heard everything. You lock eyes with Remus who looks like he’s about to move but before he has the chance you bolt out of the common room and into the corridors with tears brimming your eyes.

You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t stop. Not until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and violently spin you around so you come crashing into someone’s chest. Looking up with tears spilling out of your eyes your lock eyes with those that you love so much. You go to turn but just holds you in place looking into your eyes, almost like he was trying to find something.

“Y/N you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear those words from you,”

With that he grabs your cheeks and crashes his lips onto yours. It was like fireworks erupted inside of you. Your skin tingled where ever he touched you. You wrapped your hands around his neck and he moved his hands to wrap around your waist. Eliciting a small moan was all it took for him to enter his tongue into your mouth and you both kissed, trying to convey both of your feelings into the passionate kiss.

Reluctantly, you moved away, gasping for air. Keeping your eyes closed you leant your forehead against his and slowly a smile crept into your face as you felt immense heat creep onto your cheeks. Opening your eyes you locked with his beautiful caramel eyes and both of you broke into giggles. After calming down he looks at you seriously and whispers,

“I love you Y/N, have since I met you,” and that was all you needed to kiss him again.

You could hear more footsteps coming your way but that didn’t stop you from kissing the love of your life.

“Well, about time!” You hear Sirius scream, and thats enough to make you both break away and turn to look at the group who came to look for you both. Looking back at Remus you say quietly,

“I love you too,”

“Y/N will you be mine?” he asks so softly you almost don’t hear him, you look him in the eyes and nod your head ever so slightly. He then continued to kiss you again, in front of everyone.

“Oh come on guys. You’re my sister and my best friend. I don’t want to see this!” James yells covering his and Lily’s eyes as you break away and begin to laugh. You turn towards the group and with Remus’ arms wrapped around your waist you knew you couldn’t be happier in this moment.

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hiddleloki · 5 years

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Post X-men Apocalypse headcanons (mostly teacher! Peter and Ororo)

• You know how the mansion gets destroyed so often it’s almost like it’s just Charles’ way of weeding out the weak? that

• The building takes like two weeks to be rebuilt and it's reconstructed by a wanted terrorist who was evil like 5 minutes ago and an unlicensed teenager. It's all very trustworthy and professional.

• So yea

• A lot of the staff and the kids leave

• So Charles is in a pinch

• He lost his hair, his house got blown up, his on and off husband tried to destroy the world and his sister is good now. His life has been wildin these past days. And now he's struggling with administration

• It's hard to get new staff cause of the bad track record and also the world was almost destroyed by a mutant so ppl are a bit freaked out

• After Erik peaces out he says fuck it and lowers his standards massively

• That’s how he comes to enlist Ororo and Peter

• Neither of them has a valid high school diploma but they're old enough to pass for credible teachers

• Their maturity is another matter altogether but he has faith they can pretend to be responsible for that short amount of time

• He also enlists Raven, despite his better instincts

• Privately he plans to quietly fire them once he gets qualified replacement, but nobody needs to know that.

• They don’t let themselves be fired

• A year later, they’re still teaching

• Ororo was initially put in charge of geography and immediately studied up on the subject with Hank’s subjects. After a few months, she also took up philosophy, under Charles’ guide

• She's the kind of teacher you treat as a benevolent god bc they have that aura of knowing everything. She absolutely doesn’t know everything, this is the same girl that joined up with Apocalypse after knowing him for like five minutes, but she speaks with that tone of voice that makes it seem like she has her shit together

• She learned it from Charles

• She’s also very strict. You wouldn’t expect it, but she demands attention and her punishments are brutal. She caught a student sticking his chewing gum on the table and made him clean every room in the mansion, profoundly. The mansion has many rooms.

• She asserts authority by deflecting with random philosophy that makes no actual sense and makes the students feel dumb for not getting it.

” • She doesn’t give homework at all and shes happy to offer help if she sees a student is struggling so all in all, she’s quite well liked

• She also opens an elective Arabic class after the students expressed interest in learning

• When new students come to view the school with their parents she’s the one Charles can rely on for behaving normally, compared to Hank ‘mad scientist’ Mccoy, Raven ‘ex-terrorist and still very intense about mutant rights’ Darkholme and Peter ‘I don’t know what I’m doing and at this point I refuse to learn’ Maximoff.

• She believes she deserves a raise for that

• Charles disagrees. He’s not even paying her at all. He’s had Hank for like 20 years now and he’s never paid him once, he doesn’t know why he’d start paying them now

• After a short protest, during which she refuses to operate as damage control during parent visits and swapped her role as a demonstrator with Raven, he caved in

• The fact that he’s paying her for her work is their secret though

• Peter teaches sports bc Charles honestly found nothing else for him to do

• Not to say Peter is dumb; he’s actually pretty smart and fully capable of reading a few textbooks and studying on a subject in a day or so

• No, he just refuses to put in any effort. He came to the mansion as an alternative to chilling in his mom’s basement and he’s just here to have fun and indulge his impulses

• He also somewhat hoped Erik would stick around but alas his dad screwed him over

• Charles tried to force him to at least design a syllabus of some kind. After being threatened with eviction, Peter paid Scott to write it for him

• Scott was petty and convinced Peter won’t proof-read so the syllabus includes a 9-lecture lesson on daddy issues and promises the teacher will demonstrate everything they will be doing

• Peter doesn’t proof-read and Charles legitimately doesn’t care. He’s hoping this will be temporary

• Mostly he just makes the students run laps while he eats pizza and watches - and silently (not) judges them. Sometimes he makes an effort to eat a whole batch of bananas and scatter the peels all over the running ground

• He likes to zap around and make fun of them

• During Scott’s class, he messes with him the whole time. Scott can be just doing situps and Peter is gonna be like “Is it okay for you to do this? You did 5 whole situps already and judging by the way you were sweating after one whole lap I’m afraid your glasses are gonna slide off your nose & kill us all if you push yourself any harder”

• He led the students to believe he accepts bribes. He would never say no to free food after all

• He doesn’t let bribes affect his grading decision at all

• He might mess around a lot but he does try to grade fairly. He focuses on the effort put into the lessons rather than actual ability

• He would never let the kids know that.

• He gives grades for most petty, minimal things

• Like music taste

• “oh you think Nirvana is trash? That's an f, they’re a damn treasure.”

• “Jubilee. these pants with those shoes? You’re getting an f for that.”

• Scott & Jean: kiss Peter: “Eww, pda, I’m kicking both of u out of the class.”

• He also gives good grades when kids do something he personally agrees with but its rarer bc he strives to be annoying rather than wholesome

• Charles technically fired him already but Peter showed up to work anyway and, well, none of the kids knew any better

• Sometimes Raven supervises and it’s hell, for him and for kids bc all of the sudden, they’re supposed to do all this other stuff and have to put in effort and Peter needs to demonstrate and actually work

• But since higher years get self-defense classes with Raven anyway, the pe class isn’t even that important to their ability to fight so all in all, Peter is doing great. The kids all have great stamina

• When parents come to watch, he goes over to talk to them and basically does the whole dofp annoying thing

• He also tells all kind of stuff he’s not supposed to

• Like how he dropped out of highschool and broke into the Pentagon for the lolz or how the mansion got destroyed when one of Hanks inventions blew up and how he saved everyone

• Charles hates him with a passion when he does that

#xmen #headcanons #peter maximoff #quicksilver #ororo munroe #storm #charles xavier #professor x

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poppinsx · 5 years

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a comprehsive list of the best lyrics in each taylor swift song (my opinions <3) since fearless:

jump then fall: but i’ll hold you through the night until you smile

untouchable: untouchable like a distant diamond sky

come in with the rain: i know you by heart, and you don’t even know where i start

superstar: i’m invisible and everyone knows who you are

other side of the door: and the faded picture of a beautiful night

fearless: you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

fifteen: when you’re fifteen and your first kiss makes your head spin ‘round (how did she know!!)

love story: i was a scarlet letter

hey stephen: all the other girls, well, they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?

white horse: this is a big world, that was a small town

you belong with me: i know your favorite songs and you tell be ‘bout your dreams

breathe: but it’s killing me to see you go after all this time

tell me why: why do you have to make me feel small so you can feel whole inside?

you’re not sorry: and you got your share of secrets and i’m tired of being last to know

the way i loved you: and my heart’s not breaking cause i’m not feeling anything at all

forever & always: were you just kidding?

the best day: don’t know if snow white’s house is near or far away

change: it’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair

mine: braced myself for the goodbye ‘cause that’s all i’ve ever known

sparks fly: my mind forgets to remind me, you’re a bad idea

back to december: it turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you

speak now: i lose myself in a daydream

dear john: i lived in your chess game but you changed the rules everyday

mean: you have pointed out my flaws again as if i don’t already see them

the story of us: you held your pride like you should’ve held me

never grow up: remember that she’s getting older too

enchanted: my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again

better than revenge: no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

innocent: today is never too late to be brand new

haunted: something keeps me holding onto nothing

last kiss: i never planned on you changing your mind // i’ll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep and i’ll feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe (this song is too much of a masterpiece to choose)

long live: i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

state of grace: we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts

red: moving on from him is impossible when i still see it all in my head

treacherous: i can’t decide if it’s a choice getting swept away

ikywt: and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me

all too well: you call me up again just be break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest (naturally)

22: it’s miserable and magical

i almost do: i can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

wanegbt: this is exhausting (hehe)

stay stay stay: you took the time to memorize me

the last time: all roads, they lead me here

holy ground: for the first time, i had something to lose

sad beautiful tragic: you’ve got you demons and darling they all look like me // silence, train runs off its tracks

the lucky one: you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used

everything has changed: all i know is pouring rain

starlight: we could get married, have ten kids, and teach them how to dream

begin again: thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end

welcome to new york: kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats

blank space: stolen kisses, pretty lies

style: could end in burning flames of paradise

out of the woods: the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color

ayhtdws: i’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

shake it off: and to the fella over there with the hella good hair

i wish you would: i wish you knew that i miss you too much to be mad anymore

bad blood: bandaids don’t fix bullet holes

wildest dreams: someday when you leave me i bet these memories follow you around

how you get the girl: i want you for worse or for better

this love: this love left a permanent mark

i know places: love’s a fragile little flame, it could burn out

clean: just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it

ready for it: burton to this taylor

end game: your handprint’s on my soul

i did something bad: you gotta leave before you get left

don’t blame me: i would fall from grace just to touch your face

delicate: are you ever dreaming of me?

look what you made me do: i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

so it goes: you did a number on me but honestly baby, who’s counting?

gorgeous: whiskey on ice, sunset and vine

getaway car: but with three of us, honey, it’s a sideshow

king of my heart: say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

dancing with our hands tied: i’m the mess that you wanted

dress: even in my worst of times, you could see the best in me

tiwwchnt: feeling so gatsby for that whole year (bonus points for the haha i can’t even say it with a straight face)

call it what you want: i brought a knife to a gun fight

new year’s day: please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere

i forgot that you existed: it isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it’s just indifference

cruel summer: he looks up grinning like a devil (!!)

lover: with every guitar string scar on my hand

the man: they wouldn’t shake their heads and question how much of this i deserve

the archer: i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you

i think he knows: lyrical smile, indigo eyes

miss americana: american glory faded before me

paper rings: the moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met

cornelia street: that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

death by a thousand cuts: but if the story’s over, why am i still writing pages?

london boy: don’t threaten me with a good time (also the intro, ofc)

soon you’ll get better: desperate people find faith, so now i pray to Jesus too

false god: you’re the west village

you need to calm down: shade never made anybody less gay!

afterglow: fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

me: i know i never think before i jump

it’s nice to have a friend: you’ve been stressed out lately, yeah, me too

daylight: the luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

(update 1/14/21)

the 1: you know the greatest loves of all time are over now

cardigan: trying to change the ending, peter losing wendy

the last great american dynasty: and in a feud with her neighbor, she stole his dog and dyed it a key-lime green

exile: you never gave a warning sign/i gave so many signs

my tears ricochet: when you can’t sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies

mirrorball: the masquerade revelers

seven: please picture me in the weeds before i learned civility

august: you weren’t mine to lose (but also, just the entire song)

this is me trying: you’re a flashback in a film reel

illicit affairs: a dwindling mercurial high

invisible string: one single thread of gold tied me to you

mad woman: it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together

epiphany: sir, i think he’s bleeding out

betty: i don’t know anything, but i know i miss you

peace: all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret

hoax: you knew you won so what’s the point of keeping score?

the lakes: i want auroras and sad prose

willow: life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

champagne problems: she would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head

gold rush: at dinner parties i call you out on your contrarian shit

tis the damn season: to leave the warmest bed i’ve ever known

tolerate it: i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

no body, no crime: good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy (honorable mention to the way taylor says “just” in “she thinks i did it but she just can’t prove it)

happiness: i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool

dorothea: you’re a queen selling dreams, selling makeup and magazines

coney island: do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

ivy: your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

cowboy like me: forever is the sweetest con

long story short: long story short, i survived

marjorie: you loved the amber skies so much

closure: i’m fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles

evermore: barefoot in the wildest winter

right where you left me: she’s still twenty-three inside her fantasy

it’s time to go: that old familiar body ache that snaps from the same little breaks in your soul

#taylor swift #red #speak now #reputation #1989 #fearless #lover #folklore #evermore #this took me longer than it should have

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 7 years

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Seventeen

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 4, 776

Summary: Sharing a birthday on top of a life-long friendship, there are five times on that special day where Peter Parker and the reader almost kiss, and perhaps there’s one time it’ll actually happen?

Masterlist

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write a fic based off this awesome song and it ended up being one of those ‘five times + one’ things, as well as hella long cus ya girl is Extra AF™. I haven’t written for this sweet cinnamon roll in a while so I hope it’s not too awful!

Seventeen by Alessia Cara

My daddy says that life comes at you fast

We all like blades of grass

We come to prime and in time we just wither away

And it all changes

My view with a looking glass won’t catch the past

Only photographs remind us of the passing of days

“Look that’s you!” you exclaim as you point at your best friend in the photograph while looking at him with wide eyes. Looking back at the photo, his cheeks and hands are chubbier, and his head seems slightly too big for his body, but it’s obviously Peter Parker. His big brown eyes and wide smile haven’t changed.

You and him are dressed up like pirates and you feel like you’ve stumbled upon the greatest treasure as you two flip through albums you’ve just found in his parents’ room. The pair of you were scouring the house when you saw the colorful binders perfectly lined up on his parents’ bookshelf.

“And look!” Peter gasps, the tip of his finger landing on another picture across the page, his arm almost smacking you in the face on its way there. “It’s us!” You two start giggling at the smaller and chubbier versions of you laughing on baby swings as your father pushes both of you. As soon as you see the photo right below it, you deem it your favorite. Peter’s face is pressed up against yours as he hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground so that there’s no height difference.

“Whoa!” You cry out, after noticing a picture of his parents kissing.

“What is it?” Peter looks at you, his head tilted to the side.

“Look at what your mommy and daddy are doing!” Pointing this out sends both of you into a fit of giggles and covering up the photo with your little hands.

“What do you think that’s like?” he asks after you’ve settled down.

“What?”

“Kissing on the lips.”

“I don’t know! That’s for mommies and daddies!” His question elicits more giggles from you and has you rolling on the floor.

“Hey! Stop laughing at me!” he pouts, arms crossed over his chest as he stands over you.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You suddenly stop laughing and get up to hug him. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” You pull back and smile at him expectantly. When he just stares at you without saying anything, you let out an impatient huff. “Well? You wanted to try didn’t you?” He blinks a few times before hesitantly leaning towards you.

“There are the birthday pirates!” Peter’s father enters the room, wearing an eye patch and silly birthday hat that has a big '5’ on it. You spring apart, instinctively reaching for your toy swords at the sound of the door opening.“What are you kids doing up here? There’s a party going on downstairs!” He looks at the mess of albums sprawled all over the floor and chuckles as he begins picking them off the floor. “How about you two head back down while I clean up the little mess you’ve made. Everyone’s waiting for you to blow out your candles,” he beams at both of you, sending you back to join the party.

Peter runs after you, following you out of the room, only for you to stop abruptly after getting past the doorframe. Before he realizes what’s happening, you quickly peck him on the cheek and run off, leaving him dazed and grinning widely.

Oh nothing stays the same from yesteryears

See I recall being afraid of the dark

And holding on to teddy bears

I’d wrap myself in blankets just to cover me from fears

That was then and now I’m here

And the night is mine

It’s you and Peter’s first girl/boy sleepover party and everyone has fallen asleep after crashing from the sugar high. All of your friends are tucked away in their sleeping bags all over the living room while your parents sleep in their own room.

You wake up abruptly; your hair resembles a haystack and you’re squeezing your teddy bear so tight, your little arm hurts. The nightmare is already forgotten, but you still feel terrified. You quietly slip out of your sleeping bag and you’re about to go to your parents room when you hear a small voice call your name.

“Hey, where are you going?” A groggy Peter sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. You look back at him, the faint light reflecting off your tear-streaked cheeks.

“I had a bad dream,” you squeak. “Peter, I’m scared.”

He springs up from his spot, immediately padding over to you, knowing about your fear of the dark on top of the nightmare you’ve just had. Peter’s always come to your rescue just like you would do for him. His hand finds your smaller one and he leads you through the dark hallway to the kitchen. “Come, let’s get some milk.”

Sharing Oreos and milk have become a tradition of yours and Peter’s when you can’t sleep or if you’ve had a bad dream during sleepovers. Your parents don’t know of course, because they wouldn’t let you two have sweets this late at night. However, they did often voice their suspicions about gremlins sneaking into the cupboards the next day.

After placing back the chair you had dragged out to reach the box of cookies, you take your seat next to Peter. He expertly splits a cookie and peels the icing off, placing it on top of your Oreo because he knows how much you love the icing. You clink cookies before dipping them in your glasses of milk.

Having left the mess on the table, you stop Peter before he tows you into the darkness. “Peter wait!”

“What is it, Y/N?” You speak in hushed tones.

“It’s really dark,” you mutter, one hand holding his and the other clutching your bear close to your body for comfort.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m here,” he beams at you, placing his other hand carefully to have your sandwiched between his like he’s caught a butterfly. He lifts your conjoined hands and presses a little kiss to the back of yours. Your tummy suddenly feels funny, but you don’t feel sick, and all you can do is match his wide grin.

“Look, Y/N!” One of his hands lets go of yours as he points to the clock’s digits that glow from across the room. “We’re eight-years-old now!”

My mother said don’t forget where you come from, where you’ve been

Always keep your closest friends they can’t slip away

They keep you grounded

Oh keep yourself surrounded with good advice

And yeah I guess that sounded nice when I was ten

Cooties aren’t really your concern anymore, but boys are still considered gross. Regardless, both of your best friends happen to be boys, so the mean girls in your class make fun of you by association. To make matters worse, other kids generally picked on Peter and Ned for being more into books than sports. Needless to say, you three were always the last picked when it came to making dodge ball teams and ate it real bad during the games. But today is your birthday and you’re not taking any of it.

So far the day had been going pretty well; the class sang 'happy birthday’ to you and Peter, and your teacher handed out yummy muffins she bakes whenever it’s someone’s birthday. Alas, like every other day, today was no different when it came to lunch time.

“Hey look everyone it’s the three muska-dorks!” Flash shouts out and everyone else around you laughs like they always do. You don’t get it; his jokes aren’t even clever. “And there’s Y/N you can’t even tell she’s a girl!”

You stick your tongue out at him, Ned keeps his eyes glued to the floor and stays quiet like he usually does, but for some reason Peter stopped in his tracks. His fist are clenched so tight that his knuckles have gone white and you can see the veins protruding from his skinny arms where his sleeves are rolled up. He looks like he’s struggling to get the words out of his mouth and Flash’s taunts aren’t helping.

“What are you going to do? Penis Parker!” The whole cafeteria erupts in laughter at the dumb nickname.

You take a step towards Peter and snap him out of his angry daze. “Come on, Peter.” When he doesn’t budge you grab his hand and tow him away from the scene. Flash can be heard shouting out his less-than-witty comments as you leave.

Ned is first to sit on the grass and open up his lunch under the tree where the three of you always have lunch when it’s nice out. You and Peter are about to join him when you hear those aforementioned mean girls who have clearly spotted you and him holding hands. “Peter and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I—”

“Oh would you grow up!” You shout at them, letting go of Peter’s hand.

“Look! Nerdy Ned’s had another accident!” one girl points out. You turn to see Ned who struggles with cleaning up the food he’s spilled on his pants.

“And it’s Penis Parker!”

“Leave them alone!” You snap at her.

“Why? Boys are gross and so are you.” Their leader marches up and leans in a little too close for comfort. “Especially Penis Parker and Nerdy Ned.”

“Oh, bug off Piper!” You snarl, pushing yourself up on your toes to get real close to her stupid, stuck-up face. There is no way you’re going to back down from the girl who’s been relentlessly picking on you and your friends every chance she gets. You’ve always been told not to stoop to her level, but the girl needs to be taken down a notch. You lean in to whisper in her ear so that her minions can’t hear. “Everyone knows you peed your pants last year and you should count yourself lucky that no one’s calling you Peed Piper.” She quickly pulls back gasping in horror and you smirk. “So call them Penis Parker or Nerdy Ned again—”

“You wouldn’t!”

“She would,” Ned pipes up from behind you, knowing exactly what you told her.

“You better watch your back, Y/N.” With that, she lets out a huff and stamps her foot before leaving with the other girls following behind her.

You look back at Peter grinning. “I don’t think those girls are going to bother us anymore.”

He smiles back at you. “There’s still Flash though, and the rest of the school.”

“Let’s take it one villain at a time,” you say as you take your seat with your friends.

Peter holds out half his sandwich to you, which you gladly take and you give him half of yours like you always do. Sharing food is technically not allowed, but it’s something you and him have always done. When you hand him your half, his hand lingers on yours, leaving you with a tingly feeling when he says, “Thank you, Y/N.”

You know those snooty girls are wrong because boys aren’t so gross after all…

Oh but never were there truer words

In all my days I’ve ever heard

And when she told me little girl the answer is love

So those are words that I keep with me

Though the seasons change so quickly

Keep them buried in my heart

And never fought

Paper plates with cake crumbs and wrapping paper along with ribbons and tissue paper are being taken out to the trash by your father while Aunt May and your mother fuss over you and Peter to make sure you look perfect for the photos they’re about to take. They finally deem you picture worthy and step back with hands clasped to admire their work.

“Oh you two just look so good!” Aunt May practically squeals. “Ben, honey, go get the camera!”

Uncle Ben comes back with the camera, the blinding flash going off with a click before you and Peter can register that pictures are being taken. You’re certain that the first few photos are going to look ridiculous. Peter has an awkward smile plastered on his face and neither of you has an idea how to pose.

“Put an arm around her!” Uncle Ben physically comes up behind you to place Peter’s arm around your shoulders. You know for sure now that all the photos are going to be cringe-worthy. Peter feels like every single one of his muscles are tensed up and you’re as stiff as a doll as you snake your arm around his back in an attempt to look more natural. You and Peter had lots of pictures together, but this is a school dance and your parents are making way too big a deal out of it like they do every time which is both stressful and embarrassing.

The doorbell rings and the clicking stops as May and your mother go to check who it is. Your poor face can finally take a break from the forced smiles. “Ned’s here!” May shouts form the door. “Let’s get all three of them!”

Peter turns to you looking like he’s in pain. “You mean it’s not over yet?”

“I promise we’ll survive this,” You chuckle at him, wrapping your arms around him in a comforting hug. Ned proves to make the photo session significantly less painful as the three of you start taking ridiculous poses, laughing and smiling genuinely.

You’re eventually released from your captivity and you’ve now entered the school gym that’s been totally transformed. You don’t even have time to finish your drink before Ned drags you and Peter into the crowd where you have a blast dancing with your best friends. The music might not be your personal preference, but it’s upbeat and having fun with your friends is what matters more than the music choices of a bunch of fourteen-year-olds. A few songs in, Ned has to go to the bathroom claiming he “should not have chugged those two cups of punch,” and like clockwork, just as he exits the gym the current song ends.

You and Peter are left standing there awkwardly in front of one another as the music is changed to a much slower pace. Couples have started holding each other and swaying to the music around you, and you feel like there’s a spotlight shining on you and Peter. Your heart rate spikes and you wish the floor would swallow you up as you look to Peter who keep his gaze locked on his fidgeting hands that have become clammy. Your eyes desperately scan around the room for some sort of escape or inspiration to say something instead of staying frozen like an idiot.

Taking a step closer to your best friend you finally speak up, “This song sucks, huh?” You mentally slap yourself because you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“You really hate it that much?” Peter lifts his focus to your eyes and you instantly feel more comfortable at the familiar sight. Despite all the colorful lights flashing around, you still see his warm, chocolate hues clear as day.

“Oh- uh- no-” you stammer, successfully making an even bigger fool out of yourself. “I just didn’t know how to make this less awkward- and you know me—”

“Yeah, I do know you,” he chuckles.

“Don’t make fun of me Parker.” You narrow your eyes at him and poke him playfully.

“So, uh, should we dance— like together?” he suggests. It’s not really what you were expecting; honestly you thought he would offer to go get punch or any other way to get away from anymore potential awkwardness, but here he is asking you if he can put his arms around you and hold you close. Any possible feelings you have for the boy who stands before you haven’t been giving much thought because he’s Peter Parker; one of your two best friends and the boy you used to take baths with. You know he probably just meant it platonically, since it is just dancing after all— what could it possibly change? But you also can’t get the image out of your head nor can you get rid of the butterflies it brings to your stomach.

“I guess so.” Yeah, let’s keep it short and sweet to avoid any more damage.

Peter takes a hesitant step towards you, reducing the foot of space between to mere inches. You avoid his gaze as you lift your arms to place them around his neck. The actions are reluctant, but once your arms rest comfortably over his shoulders and his hands find their place in the middle of your back, it feels like home; as though you were somehow meant to be close like this. Peter lets out the breath he had been holding in the whole time and starts swaying to the slow rhythm, your body following his. You let him take the lead as you begin to spin slowly like the two of you are in your own orbit and everyone else disappears. It all feels overwhelming, but natural.

Maybe things could change for the best. Starting high school was already going to be a big change and that might make you feel super nervous, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if things were different with Peter. Here goes nothing. You lift your head from where it had laid on his shoulder and look into his eyes. “Peter?”

“Yeah?” His face is so close to yours that you have to look at him through your lashes to avoid bumping foreheads.

“I—” You stop yourself after the first syllable leaves your mouth because Ned pops out of nowhere.

“Hey! Are you guys dating now?” He looks back and forth between you and Peter. How in the hell are you supposed to react to that? You and Peter scramble away from each other and avoid eye contact at all costs as you both stumble through incomprehensible sentences.

“She- uh- we were just, ah—”

“We weren’t, um- it was—”

“Just dancing?” Ned says with an eyebrow raised and a twinge of doubt in his voice.

“Yeah…” You and Peter agree in unison, although Ned picks up on the fact that it’s dragged out longer than it should be and definitely doesn’t sound sure.

You mentally thank the DJ when the painfully long song finally ends. You grab both your friends and start dancing to the new song that has a faster beat, leaving the awkward moment behind. However, you would be lying if you said you didn’t think about the way you felt with Peter’s arms around you for the rest of the night.

I been goin on, I been growin up

I’m a know it all, I don’t know enough

See I was racing and waiting for the day that I would be old enough

Guess I’ll be patient and pace myself gotta prepare for when goings rough

You’ve just hung streamers from the ceiling and view the scene before you from where you stand on your stool. Your parents are setting the table, Aunt May is putting up the last of the decorations, and Michelle and Ned are adding the candles to the cake you’ve baked.

You notice that Peter’s been MIA for the past few minutes, so you head to his room to check up on him. The door creaks as you crack it open, peeking through to see Peter wiping furiously at his cheeks with his shirtsleeves and stammering, “W-Who is it?”

“It’s okay, Peter, it’s me,” you reply, entering his room and softly closing the door behind you. He turns so that his back faces you, ashamed to be seen like this. “Hey, it’s okay.” You take a seat next to him on his bed and place a hand on his shoulder to them pull him into a tight hug. It’s your birthday and his birthday; he knows he shouldn’t be making it a sad occasion, but Uncle Ben was always there, and this is just another reminder that he’s gone.

He wants to protest, feeling guilty about being a downer, but the words get lost in the sob that escapes him and he gives in to your embrace. His arms squeeze you back so tight you can barely breathe and his tears fall on your shoulder, soaking through your shirt, but you don’t even notice, instead basking in his warmth.

He pulls back, eyes red and puffy, and arms still loosely wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, Y/n—”

“Peter,” you stop him. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the locks at the nape of his neck, soothing him. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I-It’s just that- it’s the first one without him—”

“I know.” His glassy eyes bore into yours as you lean your forehead on his and whisper softly to him, “I know, Peter, and it’s okay.”

You wipe away a stray tear and your thumb lingers on his cheek, stroking over his skin. Your breaths mix, and you can’t help but allowing your eyes to dart down to his lips, looking back up to see him focused on yours. The only thing that separates your lips from his are an inch of space filled with unsorted and unresolved feelings, but also holds so much potential and hope. He hesitantly starts to close the distance, and your breath has just hitched at the realization that this might actually be happening, when you’re interrupted by Aunt May calling you from the kitchen.

“Y/N! Peter! It’s party time!”

All within a split second, both you and Peter’s eyes widen, and you jump up from his bed, turning away from each other to cover your blushing faces. It takes you some time to register what was actually about to happen. Were you really just about to kiss Peter— the Peter Parker; your life-long best friend?

“So, uh…” He walks up to you, cheeks red and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Y-Yeah!” You snap out of your thoughts, chuckling nervously, “We have a party to get to!”

“Yup, it’s right there- right down the hall,” he says quickly, motioning to the hallway.

“Wait!” You call out before he can open the door. He turns back to you with his eyes wide with surprise and you’re pretty sure your imagining the slight glimmer of hope, so you push that theory to the side. “Your face.”

“What’s wrong with my face?!” He looks at you incredulously.

“Oh I didn’t mean that,” you laugh as you walk up to him. You give him a once over after wiping his face for any remaining traces of tears. “All right, you’re good to go.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles at you before leading the way out.

The walk down the hall to get to the kitchen is short, but it feels like an eternity for the tension to dissipate. Walking shoulder to shoulder, it’s impossible not to think about what just happened— what almost happened. And what about Peter? You hope this birthday won’t make him feel worse, maybe it’ll make him feel—

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone shouts in unison as Ned and Michelle release a confetti popper each.

In that moment, Peter grins so widely it’s like he’s forgotten about everything that’s ever gone wrong in his life, and you know this was a good idea after all. As you and him blow out the fifteen candles that adorn the cake, his mind goes blank and doesn’t make a wish. Seeing the dazzling smile you beam at him assures him that he already has everything he wants.

All except for one thing.

So hear me scream

I was too young to understand what it means

I couldn’t wait til I could be seventeen

I thought she lied when she said “take my time to breathe”

Now I wish I could freeze the time at seventeen

The time really flew by, you realize when you glance up at the clock. Peter and Ned should have been back an hour ago. As soon as school finished, the pair disappeared without a word other than a text from Peter saying that something came up with his Stark internship and that it wouldn’t take too long.

Yet here you are still waiting for them four hours later with Michelle, Aunt May, and your family with their dinner having gone cold and the cake still waiting to have its candles lit. Everyone is talking in your living room but you step away at regular intervals to check if they were at your door. You sent both of them a dozen messages and lost count of the amount of times you calls went unanswered. Ned had finally answered one of your calls a little over an hour ago and assured you they should be arriving any minute now. Just as you’re about to call again, your two best friends come tumbling through the front door completely disheveled. Ned has all but collapsed to the floor heaving, and Peter is a whole other story.

“Peter, what the fuck happened?!” His shirt is buttoned wrong, his hair is combed down alright but you can tell it was done in a rush because there are a lot of strays, his hands are battered, and his face looks like it was used as someone’s personal punching bag.

“Language!” your mother shouts from behind you.

“I -It’s nothing!”

“Bullshit.” Your voice is much lower and carries the type of calm that terrifies Peter.

“Language!” Apparently your mother can hear everything.

“That is not nothing!” Aunt May approaches Peter, cupping his face in her hands as he winces in pain. She whispers something in his ear to which he responds to with a nod before they distance themselves a little more to speak in hushed tones. This wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him like this. Ever since Uncle Ben died, you knew Peter was lying to you about something. Ned, Michelle, and Aunt May all seemed to know whatever it was you didn’t and you’re sick of being out of the loop. You wanted to give him the time he needed and trusted that he would tell you, but over two years later, it’s been long enough.

Aunt May sees you coming and shushes Peter. She gives you a sympathetic smile and a hug before leaving the two of you alone.

“Peter what the hell is going on?” You’re whispering, but you sound more pissed than the time you caught Flash stealing Ned’s homework.

“Y/N, please, you have to understand—”

“No,” you snap. Scanning over his face again you can feel your chest cave in a little at the sight of him. “No more lies, Peter.”

“I swear it’s no—”

“Do not say it’s nothing! I’ve been pressing ice packs to your bruises, cleaning your gashes, and I’ve placed too many band-aids on your cuts without asking questions for too long.” You feel the back of your eyes sting and air suddenly seems scarce.

“Y/N, Y/N, shhhhh,” Peter says softly as he wraps his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a comforting hug.

“Peter, what have you been hiding from me for the past two years?” You pull back and look down the hall to the kitchen where everyone is seated at the table, except for May who’s lighting the candles, moving the match from the '1’ to the '7’.

“Okay… Just promise you won’t freak out,” he says reluctantly as he steps away and returns with his backpack.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, your mind jumps to the most ridiculous conclusions. He and Ned didn’t get themselves in trouble with some sort of drug ring or anything did they? Oh my god, what if they became part of one? What if—

“I’m Spider-Man.”

“Oh, Peter…” You glance down to the red and blue fabric showing through the pocket of his backpack he’s holding open.

“Please understand, I really, really wanted to tell you, because you mean the world to me,” He places a hand on either one of your shoulders. “And I need you in my life, which is exactly why I couldn’t tell you.”

“Peter, you can tell me anything, you know that right?” You don’t mean to sound hurt, although it might be coming out that way.

“Of course, I mean, who else is going to eat Oreos with me at two in the morning?” he chuckles. “I couldn’t find a way to tell you because everyone who knows is in danger. Spider-Man has pissed off a lot of people in the past two years, and too many people already know, I just- I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you; if you got hurt because of me I could never forgive myself.”

Only now do you realize how close in proximity the two of you have become while Peter spoke. You bring your hands up to lower his arms, but it’s like there’s some external force stopping them and they stay fixed at his waist, clinging to the material of his shirt. Your eyes can’t help but trail over his face, taking in all his features like it might the last time you’ll see him— which it very well could be judging by the purple crescent surrounding his left eye, the scratch on his cheekbone, and his split lip.

This moment right here, as painfully familiar as it is, you want to freeze it and live in it forever.

But you also know it has to end at some point so you force your eyes back up to meet his and break the silence before it turns awkward. “Do you know what you’re going to wish for this year?” You mentally slap yourself. Should’ve stuck with the awkward silence.

“Depends on what happens next.” He swallows nervously as his hands subconsciously slide up to your neck where they sweep your hair over your shoulder. When his tongue involuntarily darts out to swipe across his lower lip, you know it’s now or never.

“Happy birthday, Peter,” you whisper, a smile on your lips before you close the distance.

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Characters Name: James Fleamont Potter Faceclaim: Jordan Fisher Age & DOB: 19 years old & 27th March 1960 ( aries ) Gender & Pronouns: cismale & he/him Former House: Gryffindor Wand: 11", mahogany, unicorn hair, pliable Boggart: the people he loves dead by his own hand

FREEFORM,

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( note ; i purposely avoided writing about lily, the marauders and other possible connections, as i would much prefer it to be talked about it beforehand?? hope that’s okay !! )

Fleamont && Euphemia Potter had spent the majority of their adult lives trying to have children, without much luck. Euphemia miscarried so many times that they eventually began losing hope to have children. This took a toll on them because they always wanted a big family, lots of children running around, and it was like something was ripped away from them when Euphemia hit 50 and still was unable to get pregnant.

At the age of 52, Euphemia finally manages to fall pregnant, much to the shock of the ageing couple, among with several Healers. Late pregnancies aren’t unheard of in the wizarding world, where their mortality rate is much longer than Muggles, but it’s still fairly uncommon.

The Potters are just happy that they ultimately managed to conceive a child. Sure, it’d be nice to have more, but.

James Fleamont Potter is born on the 27th March, 1960, and Fleamont, along with his wife, realise from the very beginning that they have more than they bargained for.See, James is charming and proud, but very, very much a handful for his parents who are growing older by the years.

And he grows up loved, he grows up not knowing that families aren’t all like this. His parents would give him the world if they had to, would sacrifice their considerably large wealth in a heartbeat, and James thinks, this is how it should be. Of course, his parents enforce their customs on him; they teach him chivalry and selfishness andgenerosity, all the things that matter. So they’re not that strict on him, worn out by the years without the energy to restrict him. But they do their BEST, and honestly, it’senough.

As a young boy, James is arrogant, not realising that the world, for once, is not abouthim. Because it always has been ; in a vast house containing only three people, in a group of childhood friends who have always been in awe of the name Potter and how compelling his charm was, in his parents’ social group where he was the youngest kid always.

James Potter goes INTO Hogwarts like this: loud and obnoxious, brilliant and a natural with magic, big head with a big heart, boastful of his insistence for Gryffindor, spurred on for years about a grudge on Severus Snape that never really went away. But he’s charismatic, makes friends and enemies in every breath he takes, is wonderfully, wonderfully young.

Remember when Fleamont and Euphemia wanted a whole herd of children ? They got them, albeit eleven years after the birth of their son. James comes home from his first year at Hogwarts, the names ‘Sirius’, ‘Remus’ and ‘Peter’ falling out of mouth in every sentence. And then, suddenly, the three of them are always there, whether in their home or with James in some way. The Potters’ house seem to be the base of the newly deemed Marauders.

It’s James’ idea that they become Animagi to help Remus Lupin, werewolf be damned. Because here is a thing about James Potter: he cares. This boy cares TOO much. Even at the age of twelve, there’s never been a stopper on his ability to care, couldn’t comprehend a world where he would not run headfirst into danger to protect who he loves. To protect his family. Because that’s what they are, isn’t it ? Family.

Even with the constant presence of the four of them, it is Sirius Black who’s just always there. There aren’t even words to describe, how the two balance each other out, and they just work. This is the sole reason James finally sees the world how it is, that it can be cruel and unforgiving, even from something he always consideredsacred like family. Because the Blacks are not the Potters; they do not treat their eldest son in a way they should. Every time Sirius turns up at his door with an anger brewing in his eyes, Euphemia Potter already has a guest room prepared, specially donned ‘Sirius’ room’.

This bedroom in his house has always been Sirius’, but the summer before sixth year, it becomes official. This is the pinpoint moment when James finally loses his sense of black-and-white in the world. This is the pinpoint moment when he finally realises he needs to grow up. This is the pinpoint moment when the world was spinning on its axis and he wanted to change it.

Things happen in his life that he’ll most likely never live down, though most are often self-inflicted, he supposes. Being a Head Boy, however, very nearly makes the top. There’s disbelief spread among his friend group, if only just for a moment, because,really. All he ever does is take care of people, it makes sense if they think about it.

James Potter comes OUT of Hogwarts like this: still loud, still painfully obnoxious as times, still very much young. He’s still brilliant, still a natural with magic, still got a heart that bleeds for everyone he loves. Yet, this young man knows how much has been at stake, in a world where known fellow students have been linked to the Dark Arts. So, he still makes impulsive decisions, still gets himself to trouble that could’ve easily been avoided, but he’s trying.

It is no secret that he has a distinct passion of hatred towards the Dark Arts. James is tolerant of many things, willing to love a werewolf best friend without a single thought about it, but Dark Magic ignites a terrible anger in him. Because James is many things, been a childhood bully for most of his academic life, witnessed destructiveness in his best friend with his very own eyes, but he truthfully cannotfathom cruelty in a form like this.

An auror is not always what he wanted to be. It’s not like he actively hates the idea, but when someone asked him where he saw himself in ten years, an auror is not what he would say. He supposes he would’ve said something like a Quidditch player, maybe. Nonetheless, the beginning of seventh year is when he decides. It’s a stroke of luck, really, that the NEWTs he picks the year before allow him to follow this career path. This is what he’s born to do, isn’t it ? The HERO of it all, even if he doesn’t know it.

7 FACTS ABOUT JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER:

It’s a Potter tradition to pass down their names onto firstborn heirs, and it just so happens that James ended up with Fleamont as a father. Fleamont himselfunderstands the issue of such a name, becoming rather apt in duelling those who made fun of him throughout his school years. James avoids this by not mentioning his middle name next to never, but you can bet your lucky stars Euphemia let it slip to Sirius and wouldn’t be able to live it down ever.

Quidditch is a very important part of James’ life. There’s something reassuring about the natural feeling of being in the air on his broomstick. With exceptional talent, he managed to snatch a Chaser spot on his house team in second year, and determinedly held onto the position as the years progress. By the time fifth year rolled around, he was given the Quidditch Captain badge, and took that very seriously, hell-bent on leading the team to victory for the next three years. He is an avid supporter ofPuddlemere United.

It’s no secret that Fleamont Potter was the inventor of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion. This was invented long before James was actually born. It’s so terribly ironic that James has a habit of messing up his hair, ruffling it until it looks permanently messy. Euphemia finds this amusing, and her son makes an effort to ruffle it more frequently when he’s around his father. In fact, he refused to get a haircut from first to fifth year, until he finally was persuaded to cut it.

James is 100% a very serious collector of chocolate frog cards. This is not information he often tries to flaunt, especially as the likelihood of it being used against him is highly likely. It just really doesn’t do for his reputation that James Potter, auror and ¼ of the Marauders, is a giant fucking NERD.

Growing up with magic, on top of being able to pick things up quickly and a natural flare for such things, James excelled it most subjects at Hogwarts; also earning high enough marks in 5 separate NEWTs. However, the subject that clicks him with him most the best is Transfiguration, particularly born gifted with the capability. That puts him in McGonagall’s good books, no matter what pranks he had pulled on her in the seven years, because he was good at Quidditch AND Transfiguration.

On every planet, in every world and universe, James is the mum!friend. ALWAYS.Period. He cares so much that he wants the best for the people he loves; which includes nagging for healthy eating, making sure his friends wake up on time, cleaning up afterwards, ensuring they go to the hospital wing when needed. From afar, you wouldn’t really see it, but he is.

In the pick-a-side notion of optimism vs. pessimism, James is an optimist. He knows he is privileged, knows that being born a Pureblood ( however much a blood traitor he is counted now ) is a blessing in this society, and he hopes. He fights, of course, that’s something he really knows, but he hopes for a better future and a CHANGE. The supposed death of Voldemort does not alter that.

+ 1. ( It’s a bonus fact, mostly because I have no self-control. ) After making the house team in second year, James realised that he legit could not see. Everything was blurry. It started off tolerable, until it kept getting worse as he did nothing to help it. By the time it was the summer before fourth year, his mother forced him to get a pair of glasses — which is for the BEST, as now he can only make out shapes without them. In all these years, he constantly bought square-rimmed kinds ; though, in fifth year, he thought he’d be different and bought huge circular frames, before giving it up after a week.

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