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In a Corner I Haunt (Right Where You Left Me)

Authors Note: This is really sad lmao. I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time and seeing the new set photos really just inspired me..angst to come. It is my birthday week so count this as a small gift from me to you!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Break up, lovers to strangers to whatever this is, my first big angst piece me thinks.

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The back of the restaurant was her favorite place to sit. It was perfect for watching who came in and out of the bar. Watching those strangers who came in alone and left with someone they met at the bar for a night. Watching the families stumble in. Kids excited to leave the house for the night, the parents looking at one another with a certain kind of admiration after however many years. She watched awkward dates take place, she was here almost every night, same table, same glass of wine, same order.

She wondered if anyone ever watched her in return.

She wondered if anyone thought about her story, why she was here almost every night. Why she sat in the same place of the old brick building, looking out the window of the decades old building. But maybe to the outsiders she was just a ghost stuck in the loop of her most heartbreaking moment. The moment where she felt like she died.

Her excitement peaked as she closed the umbrella under the awning of the brick building. Peter was sitting at their usual table in the back corner of the restaurant dressed in a dark green dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was slightly disheveled, only becoming more messy as he nervously ran his hand through it turning his head to look out the window, (Y/N) smiled raising her hand waving excitedly. Finally her feet carried her into the building, over to the usual table.

“You look handsome.” She spoke leaning down to place a quick kiss on his lips. Peter returned the kiss quickly, being the first to pull away. She paid this no mind. Tonight was a big night, that’s why Peter was nervous.

No other reason.

Peter gave his awkward grimace up to her, which (Y/N) returned excitedly, the tension building in her stomach as she settled across from him. “There are my favorite lovebirds..the usual? Glass of our cheapest red, with an order of flatbread and gnocchi?” The waiter spoke excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“That’ll be perfect Andrew thank you.” Peter spoke swallowing hard, his hands shaking as he spoke. (Y/N) reached out to hold his hand, Peter let it linger for only seconds before dropping her hand patting the top of it. Andrew rushed off, leaving the two alone.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) asked, sipping her water, playing with the locket around her neck which held a photo of her and Peter on the inside.

“Busy. Worked in the lab all morning, had a presentation with Otto that took forever, then I…got the subway here.”

His account of his day was short. Nothing out of the ordinary for when Peter was nervous. He didn’t eat breakfast she had made this morning, rushing off forgetting the usual routine. Breakfast, a goodbye kiss, him forgetting his keys or something else important, before kissing her once more. But this morning everything had gone smoothly, but he left as soon as he got dressed.

She hoped maybe he just didn’t want to ruin any surprises.

She went on the account her day for him, it was short also her excitement making her speech a thousand miles a minute. Her body was on fire basically hoping that in a minute now he’d pull out a ring and ask her to marry him.

It never came. Instead they sat in silence, their wine coming out first Peter was downing it glass after glass. Throughout dinner he was quiet. No quips, no people watching and making up fake backstories for them.

Just silence.

Until after dinner, he reached across the table grabbing her hand. Turning it over in his, her palm facing up.

Now. Now was the moment, Finally he was gonna do it. Quick and simple.

A cold metal dropped into her hand and she looked down to see the key she had given him to her apartment. She looked at Peter confused, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

“I think..I’m sorry. I’m breaking up with you. I, uh, I can’t do this. I love you but I do think it’s best.”

If she was on fire before, her body had broken out in chills, her hair standing on end. Suddenly she could hear every small sound in the restaurant, his voice amplified by ten.

“But I can’t do this. We aren’t right for each other, I’m not right for you. We just don’t fit together anymore..I’m always at the lab and you’re waiting for me at home. This is not how we should be spending our twenties.” He laughs. He’s laughing at her, everyone is laughing at her even if they don’t know it.

“Pete..” Her voice breaks as he stands up. Grabbing his coat biting the inside of her cheek, she reached out for him knocking the wine glass over it shattered on the floor.

“I said it’s over, (Y/N). It’s done. Don’t do this, don’t embarrass yourself begging for a man. You’re better than that.”

It felt like she just had venom spit in her face. Her jaw twitched as she gazed up at him with wet eyelashes, a choked breath left her mouth as she began to cry. Peter turned and walked away. Left her there in that restaurant, tears rolling down her face.

The sun on the window of the restaurant warmed her face as she sipped what was left in her glass. Her hair clipped off her face, though she was older now by several years she still saw that twenty-three year old girl in the reflection.

“Check?” Andrew asked to come to collect the empty dishes.

“Oh uh yeah.” She smiles up at him. Andrew nodded at her walking off with her dishes, she slipped her arms through her sweater tucking a few stray pieces of hair away as she dug in her bag for her card.

As the bell of the restaurant rang she looked up out of reflex, her heart jumping into her throat as she looked at the ghost from the past in front of her. Coffee in hand, dressed nicely in a brown sportcoat and a blue button down, all nicely ironed and buttoned correctly. He had grown up. (Y/N) took a deep breath and smiled at him, lifting her hand to wave at him. Peter walked over slowly, swallowing harshly taking a seat across from her.

“I thought that was you. I was walking towards the school up the road and..I had to know.”

Peter’s hand gestures anxiously in the air as he talks. Running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

“It’s me.” She gives him a downward smile laced with a certain bittersweet message behind it.

“How..have you been?”

“I’m good, I'm writing for the Bugle. Jameson finally gave me my own office.”

“I know I read your pieces every morning when I have coffee. I meant..”

“I’m good Peter.”

It was a bittersweet lie. She sat here every Friday watching the people move on with their lives, new people come and go. Watching everything play out in the corner. Part of her hoping she’d blink and she’d be back in that moment that she could stop it before it happened. Peter Parker was the only man she had ever loved, and she’d accepted she’d probably never love again.

“I was scared.” He spoke after a few minutes of silence. “I was so scared. You were perfect, you had everything planned. You saw a side of me I never saw, and that terrified me. I was scared of ruining you. I was scared of…you leaving me. I was twenty six and I didn’t have anything planned out, and I was scared one morning you were gonna wake up and you were gonna see that.” He laughed, playing with his fingers, twisting a gold band that sat happily on his left hand. Her heart sank, but she kept her head above the water. “May gave me a ring to propose to with. And that’s what made me run. I am so sorry.”

“We were..so young Peter. I would have followed you to the end of the earth had you asked me. I never intended on leaving you.”

“You didn’t?”

(Y/N) shook her head, giving him a tight lipped smile. He let out a chesty laugh, wiping tears away from his eyes. She caught a glimpse of the ring once more.

“How long have you been…married?”

“Oh uh, god it’ll be 4 years in May.” He nods. “She’s a teacher. I have a daughter too..she’s three she’s at the school with her, I was on my way to pick up. It’s daddy daughter day.”

The water in her mind was getting deeper, she felt the waves pulling her further out. “Whats her name?”

“It’s Camilla.” He nods. “Camilla May Parker.” He laughs, pulling out his phone and pulling up his lock screen. The three captured a perfect family moment Peter with his daughter on his chest and wife on his arm.

That final wave came and pulled her under finally, she wiped away her falling tears. She tried her hardest to hold them back as she looked at him. He had grown into quite the man, he was graying now but only reaching his mid-thirties. He looked just how she pictured he would.

“She’s beautiful, she has your big puppy dog eyes.” She laughs, her body and voice shaking. Suddenly she stood, she needed to get out of this ocean of emotions.

sin “I uhh I have to go Peter. It was really nice seeing you again.” She said biting the inside of her cheek, grabbing her bag and shoving enough cash on the table to pay for the bill that never came. Peter’s hand reached out for her knocking the wine glass to the floor, she looked at him noting the irony in the situation.

“You have a beautiful life Peter..you need to cherish that. We were..basically kids. I will always love you, but I have accepted that you will never love me again. So please go pick up your daughter, and give your wife a kiss and hold her extra tight” She whispers to him as she pulls her hand away. Just like a ghost passing over she finally walked out of the restaurant. Her tears rolled freely down her cheeks and she laughed a bitter laugh at the irony of leaving him right where he left her.

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Florence - Chapter Six

You and Peter tell MJ the truth about the fashion show debacle. Bachelor/bachelorette parties are held the next day, Peter learns what was bugging Harry so much, and you and Peter start getting distracted by each other (in a particularly lustful fashion). The day after that, there's a massive heatwave and it's only one more night until Harry and MJ's wedding.

Some horny stuff, lavish partying, protective!Logan, mutual pining, lots of mushy feelings and fluff, lots of texting through out events, first kiss (kind of!)

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MJ’s hard to find. Peter is not even especially focused on finding her, because he’s trailing his hands around you after what just happened, and you are not really inclined to tell him to stop.

You ask around the party- most people assume that MJ is with Harry, but Harry isn’t with her, and her parents are too busy dancing to answer your question, even if you say it’s somewhat urgent.

MJ’s sister laughs when you ask her. “She’s very shy sometimes. Probably hiding away in her bedroom.”

“But MJ’s kinda loud and crazy.” Peter remarks, not in a mean way, just pointing out how your friend can be really out there. “What do you mean shy?”

“She has her moments.” Gayle answers, and you don’t think that’s true.

Just as you thought, MJ’s not in her bedroom either, but as you and Peter exit, holding hands as you’ve become accustomed to, who else would be in the corridor, waiting for the bathroom to open up, other than your father?

The implication is not lost on you. How it looks like you two have just stolen each other away in a corner of the house during the party, taking each other as lovers in horny secrecy- and there’s a little too much evidence proving the fact, you with your still messed up hair, Peter with his partially unbuttoned shirt, the drunken air of heat around you two- and you both just came out of a bedroom.

You feel a little embarrassed before remembering that you are twenty-six, and Logan can’t exactly punish you for something you didn’t do, and even if you did do it, you’re totally allowed to. You’re not a stupid, unwary teenager- despite what Logan thinks, Peter did not take advantage of you.

Peter is kind of loosely gripping your hand, and you think he’s going to let go, probably out of fear that your father will kill him- and you hold his hand a little tighter, refusing to let him go.

“Hey, dad.” You say kind of breezily, a little wary of Logan’s eyes flickering from your intertwined hands to your face. “Do you know where MJ is?”

“Ah… Little Wolverine.” Logan’s voice is laced with tenderness as he stares at you, and his face is battling some girl-dad extremes right now- he wants to protect you and be there for you all at the same time, and he doesn’t want Peter anywhere near you, not after how you experienced such heartbreak not so long ago- but he lets it slide for now. He can see that you’re not willing to talk about it right now, and Peter’s staring at the ground with a guilty expression that Logan can’t help but feel a little bad about.

Sure, Peter’s got his hands on Logan’s only daughter- but he’s still one of your best friends, and Logan always thought he would like if you ended up with him, because Peter was another bright kid, a cute scamp that Logan thought wasn’t nearly as annoying as all the other boys that had no right to be near you. He’s seen the both of you grow up together- how could he not be a little bemused about the whole thing?

“I think I saw her heading into the bar.” Logan states, and you nod and pull Peter alongside you, while Logan stares at you, wondering when you had to grow up and wishing he could just prevent you getting hurt.

Sure enough, MJ is in the bar, trying to carry like three different bottles of champagne on her own- Peter is quick to grab one as it’s falling and you grab the other that’s still in her arms.

“Ooh, that was close.” MJ pants, and rests against the counter. “There could’ve been bubbly everywhere.”

“Don’t worry, Peter would’ve caught all of them if that happened.” You know very well about Peter’s weird uncanny ability to catch things that are falling, or sense when things are coming towards you- he’s pulled you out of the way of random people several times, despite never seeing them.

“That’s true. Peter once pulled Gwen out of the way when she almost tripped over the balcony. I think it was in your guys’ first year of uni? I was visiting.” MJ comments, and you realize you weren’t there, because you were starting to refuse Peter’s invitations downtown to ESU.

It’s not like campus was that faraway, but you couldn’t handle it at the time. Now you feel sad that you missed out on something. And a little stupid.

“Really?” You ask. “I wasn’t there, what exactly happened?”

“Ah… if I remember correctly, Gwen was crying about something that happened during class.” Peter starts, and recognition seems to fall on him. “Oh, right. She thought she was about to lose her scholarship.”

“Yeah, poor girl was crying and blubbering- you know when you cry so hard you can’t breathe? That was her.” MJ nods, pursing her lips as she thinks it over. “I don’t think any of us realized how close she was to the edge. Except for Peter.”

Peter looks sheepish. “It was just an instinct, you know? I heard her foot stumble, and the sound of the wind- her back was leaning over the edge when I pulled her back.”

You imagine Gwen shrieking, her platinum blonde hair flowing in the autumn wind as she teetered for a moment, only to be cut off as Peter’s hands grabbed her. How terrifying- Gwen could’ve died.

You say as much, and MJ nods.

“It was really scary. She held onto Peter for a while, and he was really nice about the whole thing.” She gives him a soft squeeze of the hand, and you feel like Peter’s actually just so… sweet.

It’s something you’ve always known, but thinking about it now, you really know that you love him. You love that Peter always seems to be thinking for others, even if he can arguably be a bit dense about his own feelings- you could never say that Peter didn’t put others first, that he always tried his best to make everyone feel a little better.

It’s funny how little realizations like this can just strike you. You know Peter and MJ aren’t aware of how you feel on the inside right now, but some part of you wishes you could stay in Florence with Peter forever. Stay in this moment of being next to him, and being in love with him as he is, and not having to worry about the rest of the world.

“You’re a good person.” You say, and Peter gets a funny smile on his face.

“You say that like it’s surprising, Howlett. But thank you.” He ruffles your hair, and MJ grins at the two of you. “Another good-person thing incoming: me and Howlett have some news about your Dior contract.”

“Oh, really?” MJ leans forward, placing the bottle back on the counter as she sits on it. “What is it?”

“Bucky and Elektra were the ones behind the email. They never actually told Dior that you were misusing funds, which is fair because Dior would’ve never believed them.” You explain, and MJ tilts her head, somewhat confused. “The entire thing was a sham. Sent by Bucky, probably based off of something that’s happening to Elektra… they sent you a fake email with a doctored balance sheet, for reasons I’m not sure about. Maybe to get back at someone who’s actually in Dior’s good graces?”

“A fake email?” MJ’s mouth is agape, and she scrolls through her phone, and you watch as the power of a thousand suns suddenly light up inside her eyes. “A fake fucking email?!”

“MJ-”

“No. No. That’s literally so-” MJ starts cursing, things you would never repeat to your own mother if she somehow made an ill-advised appearance in your life again. “God, I spent literal weeks if not months worrying and crying about this- it made me feel anxious about the wedding stuff too- and you’re telling me it was basically an elaborate prank? I would’ve just not shown up to New York Fashion Week and then shit really would’ve gotten real!”

It’s starting to make sense to you now. Bucky and Elektra would somewhat benefit from less competition if MJ was blacklisted from Dior’s shows, especially because she dared to just not come after being given the privilege of modelling for them.

She jumps off her seat at the counter, grabbing your shoulders, and you’re taken aback, sputtering in the face of MJ’s rage. Peter hoists her a bit away from you, or at least- he tries to, his arms coming up under hers, and he’s dangling her up in the air, but MJ has a lot of strength, especially when she’s upset, and her fingers hurt a little as they tighten and squeeze around your shoulders.

“Lettie. Tell me right now. Should I kick them out? Is there potential for them doing worse since they’re here?” MJ huffs out, and you breathe a sigh of relief that MJ isn’t actually upset at you.

“Considering Bucky had his hands all over Howlett earlier, I don’t think there’s any lower you can get.” Peter mutters, clearly still kind of pissed over that. His jaw clenches with tension, and then he finally pulls MJ aside, and she stands, crossing her arms.

“Sorry, Lettie. Bucky really can be creepy, but I thought he would know better at a wedding.” She rolls her eyes. “That does it- I’m uninviting them.”

“Now?” You ask, but MJ is already walking towards the backyard entrance, and you and Peter give each other a look before following her. “Wait- MJ, hang on!”

“What?” She stops for one moment and Peter shakes his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks gently, and MJ inhales, her chest puffing up, red anger spreading from her heart to her face.

“Of course I want to do this! I feel like killing them, how could they- how could they do that to me? I’m sick of being nice to assholes.” MJ breaks into a brisk run, but you grab her arm, and get yanked forward as you do your best to stop her.

Models and their long legs- Peter swallows a laugh as he watches you, with your shorter stature, attempt to pull back MJ, and he easily helps you just by holding her other arm.

“MJ, listen. Think carefully.” You whisper to her, and she’s still upset but she is listening. “You have a lot of potential notoriety if you kick them out now. There are people everywhere- other models invited, networking people, hell, even Harry’s tech corporation people. You could be infamous for the wrong reasons, and not everyone knows about the email thing.”

“But… But I…” MJ sighs, knowing that you’re right. “God, for just once in my life I wanted to give it to them. I wanted them to feel like they were tiny, small, like I did for the last few weeks. And they really, really deserve it.”

“You can still do that.” Peter remarks, but he looks upset, and rightfully so that MJ had had such a hard time. “Just do it when there are no consequences to you.”

MJ takes it in, and after careful consideration, tells you guys what she thinks. “I’m going to keep them here- I want to be totally in control of how they find out that they’ll be banned from any proper fashion house shows indefinitely. After I tell Dior all about it, of course. Might as well take the high road for now so it all comes crashing down later.”

MJ sounds rather giddy, almost borderline evil, but you have to let her have it for once. The nicest people are the scariest when they’re pushed to their limits.

A chill breeze enters the Villa as she pulls you and Peter outside- the rest of the night is a blur of dancing, where you and MJ screeching songs in each others’ faces, relief about everything clearly making her mood a lot better than it was previously.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, or when you managed to get back upstairs to your bedroom, but you wake up pretty late.

“What?” You murmur as you check your phone. It’s 4:00 PM. “Oh, fuck.”

You sleepily sit up, and surprisingly, you don’t have a hangover- but it’s probably only because you’ve slept so long. You wonder where everyone is.

Someone knocks on your door, and you tell them to come in. It’s Gwen, her trademark small smile and platinum blonde hair making you feel less tired already.

“Hey, Lettie.” She sits on your bed, and you feel kind of dishevelled for having slept so long. “I thought I’d come by to tell you to get ready.”

“Huh?”

“Oh. I guess you didn’t know?” Gwen plays with a strand of her hair, and looks apologetic. “Today is the bachelorette party, and the bachelor party, but of course we’re going to MJ’s bachelorette party. I hope you’re okay with partying even more- it’s at some swanky club.”

“Oh.” You yawn, and you shake your head. “Meh, whatever. It’s just one crazy week- for the rest of my life I’ll be super moderate and healthy.”

Gwen giggles. “It’s good to see you’re up to it. I can’t imagine what MJ would have said if you weren’t there.”

After a bit of showering and preening and cleaning yourself up, you’re given your bachelorette dress by Gwen. Natalia, Kitty, Wanda, Betty, and Gayle (MJ’s sister) are in your room as well. It’s nice to be with them- you remember Gayle is like uber responsible and she combs your hair back and zips you into your dress before you can even ask for help. Betty is pretty nice, but she’s always in a bit of a mood. Natalia, Kitty, and Wanda are actually a lot sweeter than you would’ve assumed- they only offer helpful tips on fashion and no one is out to criticize you.

You blankly wonder where Elektra could be, if she’s even invited to the whole affair. She must be- but perhaps she’s getting ready on her own. Perhaps MJ is slowly beginning to ice her out.

Everyone is giggling, gossiping, getting ready- and you feel like this is what sisterhood is all about sometimes. The intimacy of the beautification process is one that you’re not sure men understand. By the end of all the dressing up, accessorising, and makeup, everyone looks kinda matching. The style is glitz, sparkle, as much as you could possible adorn on yourselves- there are little gems glued on your face, sparkly highlighter everywhere, and everyone just looks glowing, ethereal, shiny. Like a bunch of fairies.

MJ’s bought eight matching dresses in style- bodycon, spaghetti strap dresses that are mid thigh length, accentuating your figure, and just bedazzled in a million tiny gems. Reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe’s infamous Happy-Birthday-Mr. President dress, just a lot shorter. Yours is in a burnt red colour that screams red hot spice- MJ’s is a deep, sultry midnight-blue, Betty is of course in black as usual, Gayle is in green, and Gwen is in a pretty plum. Kitty and Natalia are matching- they’re in a pretty opalesque seashell pink- and Wanda is in wine. Despite the colours ranging so wildly, the shimmer of the jewels on your dresses unify the lot of you.

“We look like a girl group.” You point out, and everyone flashes a silly pose. You take a picture of the eight of you- just for the memories and all that.

After just a second of deliberation, you post it to your Instagram story- it’ll be gone in 24 hours, and you haven’t been posting anything for the whole trip. Why not, right?

Peter responds to it almost instantly.

pbp replied to your story: not fair

pbp: you cant just post a picture like this and not expect me to come n see you

littlewolverine: it looks that good?

pbp: better than that. you look gorgeous

littlewolverine: what about everyone else in the picture peter

pbp: there are other ppl in the picture?

littlewolverine: omg stop lol

pbp: just kidding. Everyone looks great but u just drew my attention first. I LOVE the dress

littlewolverine: thank you :)

pbp: you should do full glam more often lol. Stop hiding in ur giant sweaters in your room

littlewolverine: I’ll do that if u do the same thing lol. Stop hiding ur muscles 👀 i saw them on the beach

pbp: ohhh so u were checking me out? if i had known that i would’ve built more muscle

littlewolverine: no no. you are fine the way you are, promise.

littlewolverine: so what are u guys wearing?

pbp sent a picture.

You open it, and it’s a picture of Harry, Peter, Bucky (!), Miles, and three tech bros you don’t recognize. They’re wearing fancy dress pants, button up shirts, and suspenders. Very sophisticated, old-money, Italian aesthetic.

littlewolverine: im surprised buck is there

pbp: that’s the first thing u have to say?? wow

littlewolverine: sorry. Are u sure you’re not secretly italian? How do u pull this off so well? Very hot 10/10 no notes. Love the suspenders too.

pbp: i think MJ is gonna let buck and elektra “have” the upper hand for now… and then destroy them later.

littlewolverine: wow that’s dark. But they deserve that

pbp: anyways thanks howlett. Wasn’t really feeling the look but u changed my mind. I think im gonna go become a part of that mafia aesthetic that the youth enjoy so much

littlewolverine: hahahaha

littlewolverine: you’ll surely become a top ten tiktok star or whatever it is. Idk either

pbp: we’re old as fuck.

Although bachelorette parties are fun, and you enjoy conversing and dancing with the girls- Elektra is the only one who’s a bit ostracized and she seems secretly panicked as to why- you spend most of the evening texting Peter. You can’t help it- he’s just that funny and annoyingly distracting.

pbp: uhhh there’s a stripper dancing on the bar counter now. howlett what do i do

littlewolverine: idk man, look at her, don’t look at her? Up to u really

pbp: but do i look at her bc i respect her as a person and im not shaming her for her work? Or do i not look at her bc i disagree with a world that has normalized female bodies as sexual objects, and has generally coerced women into feeling comfortable w that?

littlewolverine: uhHHhhhhhh. Okay ask her if she had no other choice but to become a stripper. And then decide from there, you wise philosopher lol

pbp: thanks for the advice. I think im gonna look away because she’s giving some of the tech bros a lap dance… and uhhhhh out of respect to u ofc

littlewolverine: whaaat. im chill w it

pbp: not to make u feel bad. but what about what happened w mj?

littlewolverine: that’s totally different, this is a random stripper. Feelings and best friends are way more heavy. I thought u were emotionally literate lol

pbp: so u wont mind if i get a lap dance from this lady?

littlewolverine: ah, u got me there. Okay, but only if im allowed to get one from some random male stripper

littlewolverine: I kid, i kid. I wont do that lol. Anyways its fine if you want to, its not like we’re official

pbp: omg

pbp: howlett come on i was joking too. Why tf would i do that?

pbp: and we’re not official YET. im not screwing that up for something stupid i dont even care about

littlewolverine: oh idk. I didnt want to screw up either lol. What if i was putting too much pressure on u to commit

pbp: I want to commit lol. Im waiting for the signal from u

littlewolverine: okay. Maybe when things are less busy. and we can actually be alone. then it’ll happen.

Peter sends a bunch of heart emojis and you feel your heart swell with warmth and all those gooey feelings that you swore you’d never feel again.

“You’re totally glued to your phone.” Gwen says as she sits next to you, taking a break from the dancing. She’s sweating a lot, and she takes a long drink of water.

“Ah, well… I don’t know. Maybe parties aren’t my thing.” You try to make an excuse, but Gwen gives you that smile, where she already knows what’s up.

“And Peter Parker is definitely your thing, right?” She jokes, and you blush but nod ever so timidly. It’s the first time you’ve really admitted that this is happening, and Gwen squees and hugs you.

“I knew it! You guys are so meant to be. Miles always said that you have chemistry with him.” Gwen confesses and you wonder if it’s just been that obvious to everyone else, all these years.

Peter, on the other hand, is being pulled into the dance circle by Miles, at their own respective party. He didn’t even get a chance to see you in all your glamour at the Villa, try as he might- everyone was ushered away before he could steal a moment with you.

He resists the urge to check his phone, and eventually, leans against the bar counter with Harry, who looks solemn.

“Hey, Har.” Peter tries to be gentle, because of his last rocky conversation together with him.

“Ah. Peter.” Harry wordlessly holds up his fist for a fist bump, which Peter gratefully does. “How’s the party for you?”

“It’s fine… I’ve spent most of the time texting Howlett.” Peter admits, and Harry laughs.

“Did I knock some sense into you?”

“...Maybe.” Peter grimaces and then laughs. “Okay, yeah. I needed to hear it- that I wasn’t treating her right.”

Harry nods, and then decides to be honest. “Actually. I needed to hear some harsh truths from you, too. I was kind of ignoring MJ and what she wanted. And it wasn’t all perfect and fixed until you said something.”

Peter shrugs. “You would’ve fixed it anyways. What happened?”

Harry pauses. “I think I was getting too preoccupied with Oscorp. Dad is really on my ass about taking it seriously, and I am, I just… I didn’t talk to MJ for a bit because I thought she’d freak on me about it. Sometimes we argue about who’s doing what correctly and I just kinda ghosted her about it.”

“Hey, at least you talked to her about, right?” Peter feels bad. “Sorry that I made you out to be some sort of serial cheater. I just remember in high school, and even college, you kinda used to be on-and-off with MJ a lot.”

Harry snickers. “Yeah, that wasn’t very healthy of me, was it? But we got over that a while back. MJ told me if I was really, truly serious about her, I wouldn’t keep leaving her hanging like that, and she had a point. I couldn’t imagine being without her- and that’s why I wanted you to do the same thing with Howlett, you blind idiot.”

“I knew that couldn’t be your own knowledge. MJ really taught you everything, didn’t she.” Peter comments and Harry immediately starts punching him jokingly, before letting go of his fist and admitting that it’s kinda true.

Peter coughs but he’s all good. He’s happy. He’s glad to have you, Harry, and MJ at his side again.

His phone beeps with another text from you.

littlewolverine: omg look at this

You’ve sent him a picture of a spider crawling up the wall, and the next picture is of it landing on Elektra, and the very last thing is a video of her running and MJ laughing in the background.

pbp: HAHAHAHA

pbp: serves her right i think

littlewolverine: bet she wishes she had a you to come and save her. Remember when we were fifteen and u had to come get rid of the spider in my washroom at the hotel?

pbp: remember??? You think ive forgotten that? you were still wearing your swimsuit and i think i spent the rest of that trip thinking about that

littlewolverine: omg noooo why? That was not a cute look on me… dad bought that bikini for me without consultation lol

pbp: teenage boys are really horny howlett. you think im gonna be picky when that was maybe the closest id ever been to a semi naked girl at that point? nah.

littlewolverine: wowww so you were only horny bc it could’ve been any girl??

littlewolverine: #blockedandreported

pbp: ok fine maybe it had something to do with you being the girl.

littlewolverine: Sent a picture.

Peter opens the picture and blinks- you’re becoming way more confident at teasing him, he can tell, and he feels heat rushing from his face to his neck and even further below that. It’s just you, in the washroom mirror of the club, except- just for this private intimate moment captured in this picture- you’ve pulled down your dress, straps and all, so your top half is showing. You’re still wearing your bra, of course, but this is the most erotically charged picture from you that he’s ever gotten, and he’s not thinking clearly anymore, not when he can clearly see your cleavage.

pbp: show more? Please?

littlewolverine: you can see it in person lol.

pbp: noooo faaaaiiiir. are u gonna walk out of the washroom like that? do i have to be jealous of everyone in the club?

littlewolverine: no you dumbass. this is a private picture just for u and i already pulled my dress back up.

pbp: im excited to pull it back down in person lol.

Unfortunately for Peter, the partying lasted until 2:00 AM, and by the time everyone made it back to the Villa, he was too tired to come sneak into your room and very possibly annihilate you with all this pent up lust he keeps feeling.

So now it’s Thursday. July 20th. One day before the wedding, meant to be a chill day of planning and preparing.

But it’s the hottest day of the summer so far, apparently. Almost 35 degrees celsius, or 95 degrees fahrenheit, which is just horrible.

The air conditioning is on max- everyone is sitting around various parts of the house trying to fan themselves, and yet, it’s not enough. The sweaty, sticky feeling is palpable- most people have gone shirtless at this point. You swear you can see the heat waves emanating through the air.

You’re wearing a big tee-shirt, loose cotton shorts, and a cropped tank top underneath the shirt for some modesty. You’re very close to just taking off your shirt.

Your dad is really complaining. He’s shirtless and lying face down on the tiles. “Kid. Throw some ice cubes on me, will ya?”

“Uhhh… okay.” You peel yourself off the leather couch, your bare thighs sticking to the hot cushions, and walk towards the fridge in the kitchen. Every step feels like more heat is wafting towards you and sticking to you.

Peter’s in the kitchen, and he’s putting his whole head inside a giant bowl of ice cold water. He sees you approaching and pulls his head out, water from his hair splashing over his bare upper body and the floor.

“Don’t you dare-!” You shriek, but to no avail, because Peter picks you up and shakes his wet hair all over you, and now you’re covered in water too.

“Isn’t that better, Howlett? You’re not as hot now, right?” Peter holds you close as you try to open the freezer for some ice. “Where are you going?”

“I’m trying to get away from you, you soaking wet monkey-” You dart under his arms and open the freezer.

“You’d probably feel less hot if you took off your shirt.” Peter slyly attempts to say, and you roll your eyes at how transparent he can be. “Not that I can’t already see through your shirt. Nice neon-green tank you got on there.”

“Ugh!” You take out the ice tray and leave it on the counter. “Thanks, Peter.”

You pull off your now see-through top, and Peter cannot ignore the way you’re glowing, little water droplets attached to your already flushed, sweaty skin, on the little bare stripe of your stomach that the tank top reveals, and he gets this impossible urge to just lean in and kiss you especially because your mouth is just agape because of the heat, and he wants to take your mouth for his own pleasure.

He leans in, and you look up at him- and Peter traces back your hair, and he feels increasingly frustrated that he hasn’t planted one on you yet, (the last time, he recalls with some amusement, is when you were both nine, and he doesn’t think that really counts because you fell on top of him over a sandcastle) so he pulls your face upwards and kisses you with a deep inhale, his lips gently-yet-firmly plying against your own, and it’s with immense satisfaction that Peter feels you kiss back, and he’s so glad he finally gets to know what it’s like to kiss you after fantasizing about it this whole week, and he feels that you’re so soft and sweet and he just wants to pull you further into his arms, and he’s just beginning to swirl his tongue against your own when he hears a very loud cough in the background.

You pull away sheepishly, your hair all dishevelled from Peter’s insistent hands, and grimace at your father. “Hey, dad…”

Logan takes the ice cubes that you apparently took to long to give to him, and starts rubbing them on his shoulders. His massive, muscular shoulders, Peter thinks with a gulp.

“Hey, kid. Just leave the room for a bit. Me and Pete need to have a chat.” Logan states, and you immediately turn apprehensive.

“Wait- Dad- It’s not Peter’s fault, if you’re gonna yell at him- you gotta yell at me too!” You cross your arms, and Peter looks towards the ground, feeling much younger than his 26 years of age. “I’m an adult woman. You can’t just-”

Logan goes up-bup-bup-bup and silences you, pushing you out the kitchen door and shutting it. You sit down on the tiles in frustration, and try your best to listen through the door.

“Peter. C’mere.” Logan sits at one of the barstools, and Peter follows, feeling an ominous level of dread. “I’m not gonna kill you for laying one on my daughter- that’s still her choice, even if I question her taste.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m not letting you off so easy.” Logan stares at his hands, and thinks about how you spent quite literally years being depressed over Peter, even if you wouldn’t say as much. “Listen. Lettie might’ve forgiven you for whatever happened between the two of you- but that kid is my whole life. This is the first time in a long time I’ve actually seen her happy.”

Peter nods, unsure of what he could say to that.

“But this comes at a price, alright? She’s happy, yeah, but you have no idea how upset she was without you.” Logan sounds rather pissed off and Peter flinches. “I better not see you using her and then leaving her behind again. Because I will come after you for that, even if Lettie tries to save your ass.”

“I won’t do that.” Peter responds almost immediately. “I’m not saying I wasn’t an idiot back then, but I would never do that. I really- I love her a lot. I just didn’t know it before.”

Peter has to stop himself from looking at Logan’s taken back expression, but he is surprised to find that Logan claps his hand on his back.

“And she loves you. At least I think she does.” Logan admits, and Peter wonders if you’ll ever tell him that. “I’m just saying. Don’t be stupid with my daughter this time around.”

“Yes, sir.” Peter replies, and Logan shakes his hand, before opening the door again.

You’re leaning against it, and you fall back against the tiles, before pulling yourself up in a rush.

“Dad? You didn’t beat him up?” You genuinely sound confused, and Peter starts laughing.

“He’s all yours, kid.” Logan ruffles your head, and you immediately start pestering Peter to explain what that means as Logan walks away.

Peter enjoys how you blabber on at him about your confusion and why Logan seems so okay with the whole thing, not that he was ever going to forbid you from dating someone, but he has his moments of being protective, and Peter wonders what he could say to answer your questions, maybe he could really confess his love for you as he had just accidentally done with Logan- but he decides to just lean in and kiss you again.

Maybe he’ll tell you later.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 5 months

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CW: Mentions of Abuse.

"Let's skip class, Moony. Please"

Remus was cursed. Sirius had some sort of power over him. He knew they had to go to class. But how could Remus say no to that beautiful face of his?

"No, Sirius. We shouldn't miss classes"

Remus didn't want to lose the scholarship that he had in that school.

"Please, just this one" Sirius pouted "I need you"

But the fantasy of Sirius wanting to spend time alone with him was amazing. He was asking Remus and no one else. And the idea of being alone with him, made Remus' heart jump with joy.

Remus needed to be strong.

He sighed "Pads..."

"Professor Sprout would not notice"

"We actually have Physics with Professor Frumentar and he always notices who is missing"

"Frumentar is cool"

Remus laughed "He is one of the strictest teachers we have"

Sirius rolled his eyes.

Sirius had been a mess lately. And everyone was worried about him. He didn't sleep well. He didn't eat well. He didn't seem to care about classes or homework. Whatever his awful parents did to him over the summer was worrying him. But of course Sirius didn't want to talk about it.

Remus knew he leaned on Remus because he was weak around him. James would force him to talk and go to class with his cheerful self. And Peter wouldn't know what to do. He would just tell James. So Sirius had been very clingy of Remus since they started school.

It was as if Sirius knew he had power over Remus somehow. He used his more powerful weapons: his gorgeous eyes and that beautiful smile of his.

"I really don't feel well to go to class" Sirius said "I have a headache and I am not ready for the painful mindride that Frumentar's class is"

"I'll take you to see Pomfrey then" Remus answered.

Sirius frowned "I don't want to see Pomfrey" he snapped like a little child "I want to spend time with you"

The way he said it sent shivers down Remus' spine. He wished he didn't fancy Sirius this much. It was a nightmare.

"Please..." Sirius made the best puppy eyes he could.

Remus couldn't help but smile.

"Please Moony... Please please please..." Sirius even begged with his hands "I'll kneel down to beg you..."

"Please don't..."

But Sirius was already on his knees.

"Please my lovely Moony"

"Sirius, get up!" Remus giggled embarrassed. There were a few students watching them.

"I promise I will do anything... I will give you a big chocolate bar...."

"Jesus Christ..."

"The biggest one..."

Remus was embarrassed to be blushing this much.

"Okay okay! Fine!!" Remus said "Get up"

Sirius stood up with a big smile on his face.

"But with the condition that we will catch up with this class" Remus added.

"Deal" Sirius grinned.

Remus' heart warmed to see Sirius happy. At least for a while.

****

They climbed to the highest tower at Hogwarts. Usually the place where people came to snog, shag or do illegal stuff because no teacher or even Filch dared to climb that many stairs.

Remus was out of breath when they got there. But it was worth it. They view was beautiful. It was out of this world.

Remus and Sirius stared at the paradise in front of them. The Lake, The Forest, Hogsmeade. It looked like a place taken out of a fairytale.

And Remus could feel Sirius' presence next to him. So close, yet so far.

"Do you know that most of Hogwarts students had lost their virginity here?"

Great topic to start with.

Remus laughed "Woow, I could feel some sort of energy"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... Almost like a sanctuary"

Sirius laughed.

"Did you lose your virginity here?" Remus asked curiously.

"And do it where everyone does it?" Sirius shivered "Disgusting! No thank you"

Remus shook his head but he was smiling.

"But it would be nice to look at the starts while you are at it, you know?" Sirius added "I get why people would think it would be romantic"

Remus didn't know why they were talking about this. A quick desire to be here with Sirius and do stuff rushed through him.

"Also very windy" Remus said "It must be really cold to be here naked"

Sirius smiled at him "While you are doing it, Remus. You don't care about the cold"

Remus' cheeks went red. He wasn't feeling that cold actually.

"Do you want a cigarette?" Remus patted his pockets and he desperately wanted to change the subject.

"You are a life savior" Sirius smiled.

Remus rolled his eyes.

"This is why you wanted me here, right?"

"What else would it be, Remus?" Sirius laughed.

Maybe to take his virginity away? Remus hoped. But he didn't say that. He was going mental.

They smoked in silence. They sat on the floor, looking at the sky and occasionally pointed to a cloud and say what shape it had.

It was really peaceful to be out there.

"Remember how we invented stories with the clouds when we were kids?" Remus asked.

Sirius smiled at that.

"It was amazing!" he laughed "Let's do one now"

Remus smiled "Okay..."

They laid on the floor, looking at the sky. Remus pointed to a cloud.

"I see a witch pushing a baby cart" Remus said "A witch?"

"Look at her ugly fingers" Remus giggled "You can only see her hand"

"Oh I see it"

"Maybe she needs the baby for a sacrifice" Remus added

"Maybe that baby is the antichrist"

"Nice one!"

Sirius giggled, putting his hands behind his head.

"The antichrist destined to provoke the apocalypse" Remus continued.

"There's a unicorn over there" Sirius pointed to another cloud.

Remus could see the horn clearly.

"Oh yeah! Maybe that's an angel trying to stop the witch"

"In Unicorn form?"

"If angels exist, that's what they'd look like"

Sirius snorted.

"Maybe it is not a witch but a demon"

Remus laughed "Our stories had gotten darker with time, ha?"

Sirius laughed.

Then Remus felt Sirius staring at him. It was so intense that he was about to point to another cloud. But then Sirius said.

"I really missed you, Moony"

Remus' heart started beating fast.

"Over the summer?"

"I mean when you left. When you and your family left" Sirius added, quite sad again "I missed you and our silly games. Why didn't you call me?"

Remus remembered his time with Sirius as the most wonderful of his childhood. Between the lack of money, his parents occasional fights, and people bullying him at school for being different, Sirius was the hype of his life. They used to spend all day together. They talked over walkie talkies at night. They were each other's best friends. Remus had loved Sirius ever since.

When it was over, Remus missed Sirius so much as well. He missed the house, the games, their moon pacts, he even missed Regulus.

"I called you" Remus answered now facing Sirius "At least I tried" he added with a sigh "Mum kind of remembered your house's phone number but everytime we tried to call, some of the maids answered or Kreacher. They always said you weren't there or weren't available...." Remus looked down "I thought you didn't want to speak with me"

Sirius' eyes were sparkling with forming tears.

"Mother said you had my number but the reason you didn't want to speak with me was because you got tired of me" he said "She always used to say that nobody would want to be my friend because I was impulsive and a troubled boy" he clenched his teeth "I can't believe I believed her"

Remus hesitated by he touched Sirius' shoulder. Sirius let him. Remus' fingers went to Sirius' hair and Sirius leaned to the touch.

"You were my best friend in the whole world, Sirius" he said trying to fight the tears as well "I wanted to see you and call you but everything happened so fast. My parents dragged me out of that house without explanation..."

Remus remembered how he cried as his father dragged him into the car. How he didn't want to leave. And how Sirius came running after them.

"ROSIE!! ROSIE!!!"

"SIRIUS!!"

Remus stuck his face to the glass. He begged his father to stop but he didn't. He saw Sirius' figure through the back window with tears in his eyes.

"ROOOOSIEEE!"

Sirius would've followed them but Kreacher grabbed him and took him inside the property as he yelled at the top of his lungs. Remus had cried even harder.

They were just kids back then. There was nothing much to do.

"What happened?" Sirius shook his head "They never explained anything to me..."

"Neither to me" Remus confessed "But I think our parents got into a fight. My dad hates your father"

Sirius looked angry now. He clenched his fist and hit the floor.

"Orion definitely did something to your dad..." then he looked at Remus with guilt "They broke us apart, Moony. It was definitely all my family's doing..."

Sirius sounded furious. But Remus calmed him down.

"Hey..." he rubbed his shoulder "We found our way back to each other, right?" he even smiled to emphasize it.

But Sirius didn't look happy.

"They hate me, Remus" Sirius' voice broke, as well as Remus' heart "My parents hate me...."

Sirius hadn't told anyone what happened with his family over the summer or why he ran away. So Remus found it odd that he was talking about them now.

"I knew about Orion" Sirius continued "I mean I'd never been enough for him. He makes it quite clear. He made it clear this summer" he let out a nervous chuckle "But I thought maybe Walburga...." he swallowed "She just stared as he hit me, Remus. Over and over" he added. Remus felt pure rage "She didn't do anything to save me or protect me. And then she told me I was burden for her. She acted like she didn't care if I left. That she, they would be better without me. She never loved me, Remus" Sirius began crying "My mother doesn't love me"

Remus pulled Sirius into a hug. Remus really hated those people. They were absolutely the worst parents in the world. How could they make their son suffer this much? They had made Sirius' life unhappy and traumatizing.

Remus would do anything to make his pain go away. Sirius deserved all the love of the world.

"I am so sorry, Sirius" Remus stroked his hair. He didn't know what else to say. He wasn't good with words like James was. He usually said something silly to make Sirius laugh. But right now it wasn't appropriate.

Sirius didn't sob. He just buried his face on Remus' shoulder. Still, Remus' heart was beating fast for the closeness.

Remus couldn't avoid loving this boy. He had loved him since he was ten. And he hadn't stopped.

Sirius looked up into Remus' eyes. Remus stopped breathing.

"I am so glad that you are my friend again, Moony" Sirius stared into Remus' lips "Don't ever leave me again"

"I am never leaving your side"

Remus wanted to kiss Sirius so badly it was killing him. And why did he feel Sirius wanted the same?

Remus leaned in, Sirius closed his eyes, ready for a kiss. And Remus was going to give him a kiss. But when they were a few inches away, Sirius pulled away.

He cleared his throat.

"We should go or we will miss another class" he said "You wouldn't want that, eh Mr. Lupin?"

Remus took a second to get over what nearly happened between them. Did he imagined it? Was he dreaming? Because Sirius was now acting like nothing had happened.

"Now you want to go to class, don't you?" Remus tutted.

Now that Remus' lips were protesting for Sirius'. Now that his body was on fire. And he wouldn't mind using this place like other students.

But Sirius took it as a joke and he laughed. He pulled Remus to his feet. And Remus remembered what Sirius had told him a few minutes ago.

"Are you okay, Sirius?"

"Ha?"

Remus swallowed "Do you want to talk about what happened this summer..."

Remus saw Sirius' panicked expression. But he pretended to be fine.

"Come on" he said walking to the door "I'll race you downstairs"

Remus was still worried about what Sirius had said. Should he tell James about it? Sirius wasn't okay.

"Sirius..."

"You're gonna lose!"

Sirius was already climbing down the stairs. Laughing at the top of his lungs.

Remus had no more remedy to follow him.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #trans remus lupin #childhood friends #childhood friends to lovers

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tuhbanbuv · 4 months

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EWJ AU and Headcanons:

Guess people wanna hear my AU bullshit lol /j

I have a fuck ton I had to dump in a notepad and try to organize it.

Jim:

Jim can get drunk off of ice cream and fro-yo because the sugar fucks up with his system so much.

Jim curls up in the neck of her supersuit when she's too tired to reach her bed or overstimulated.

Jim is bigender him/her lesbian, Psycrow is bi, Professor is gay, Peter is gay as well.

Jim's full legal name is Jim/Kim Clayton, and she switches between he/him and she/her pronouns. Just don't call him an "it".

Jim is dyslexic, autistic and has a TBI.

Jim got her name from a grave she discovered in New Junk City. She didn't know anything about gender and stuff at the time, so she just assumed the masculine persona that people gave her due to her voice and suit. This would end up biting her in the ass years later.

Insectika courting rituals are much different than human courting rituals. WHN didn't know Jim was interested in her until he accidentally proposed to her in an Insectika tradition. After a bit of back and forth they began properly dating afterwards.

Princess WHN:

Snott is actually WHN's pet, he only sticks around Jim because of the snacks he forgets he puts into his suit's backpack and Snott is very much a glutton.

Princess WHN is also autistic, but she wouldn't know until Saturn was diagnosed as autistic.

WHN is part human part Insectikette, her true heritage and birth being the catalyst for her sister taking up the throne and mother's murder because the royal family was basically advocates for eugenics. It did not end well for all parties involved, big shocker there.

WHN LOVES human food, especially pizza. She'll be completely distracted if someone offers her food. Want to make her happy, give her food.

WHN thinks that a lot of Creepypastas are real, even the bad ones. She has spent at least a couple nights searching to bring down Jeff The Killer and Slenderman only to be dragged back home by Peter.

WHN often enters in strongman contests, and has several first place trophies from them.

Peter/Amos:

Peter's parents were used in animal experimentation an attempt to make the strongest fighting dog known to man. When the ring was broken up and arrested, the dogs were sent to a farm where Peter would be born as the run of the litter, only to be adopted by a young Addie.

Peter was adopted by Addie and her family when he was a normal puppy. As he was a runt rejected by his bio mom and adopted as a newborn, Peter was 100% convinced Addie was his real mom. Even if he knows he's adopted, he still calls her his mom.

Peter is a Jack Russel-Beagle mix, though he's technically now a hellhound.

Peter does most of the housework, at least the ones involving chemicals and flammable equipment because Jim is very accident-prone.

Peter is around 20-30 during the main canon. He aged up in dog years as a normal dog only for his biological age to slow down when he became Amos' vessel akin to that of a human. He'll probably live for 100-200 years though.

Peter is very small for his breed and was often mocked for it. Now, he uses it to his advantage because seeing WHN or Psycrow pause in shock as he gets drinks at a bar is hilarious to him.

Amos is Peter's demon and later lover. Originally Satan's right-hand man…until a certain cat came along and ruined it for him.

Peter has six puppies, named Paimo, Rono, Molo, Bapho, Corso, and of course, Solo. They all have some sort of demonic power thanks to Peter's demon and their other parent, Amos. If you understand the naming scheme for them you get a free cookie.

Amos can take up a form almost like Venom when he's going parrot-mode on Brock, just chilling in Peter's shadow. Except Peter's shadow now has eyes and a mouth and scares the shit out of everyone he comes across while doing errands.

Peter is Amos' longest-lasting vessel, as most of the others died from being murdered in witch hunts or took their own lives. He only made himself known to Peter after he temporarily died after a mission gone wrong because he was so impressed with Peter that he had to see him in the flesh.

Peter has severe anxiety, and honestly, who can blame him? Though he usually medicates it with those dog CBD treats and weed whenever he can. Addie Newman:

Addie is part Corvidian part human, with her biological mother unknown and potentially dead. Addie has a suspicion that Psycrow is her biological father, however.

Addie is currently dating Grayson, president of the Earthworm Jim Fanclub. As you can imagine, the meet the parents dinner went as well as you'd expect.

Addie has a large mixed family, biological and adopted, including her adoptive fathers, David and Mike, and her adoptive baby sister, Penelope.

Addie had anger issues in her childhood, once overthrew the leader of a gang in less than ten minutes, got expelled from several schools before the age of ten, amongst other things. Her parents went to adopt her a puppy in hopes it would help her, leading to her picking the runt of the litter, Peter. Peter would help Addie immensely...until he was separated from her when he fell through a portal to Heck.

Addie kept and wore Peter's collar on her person until she would eventually try to summon Evil to retrieve Peter herself, fully knowing and accepting that she would have to sacrifice her own life according to Evil. Jim would save her and Peter and became her friend.

Addie is still a delinquent but is more geared towards vigilante justice rather than purposeful crime. She wouldn't outright say it, but Peter and Jim saved her life.

Psycrow would discover a baby Addie abandoned while he was doing drug trades. He would take Addie in for the first three years of her life until ultimately deciding to give her up to an earth couple so she wouldn't be killed due to his criminal career. The two would later reunite and Psycrow would be accepted in the Newman family after he permanently put his criminal days behind him.

Saturn, Solo and Bessie:

Saturn is selectively mute, and Solo often speaks for her when they do missions

Saturn hardly speaks even as an adult, usually only hissing or screeches. She of course knows how and can speak quite well, but just prefers not to.

Saturn was born with just her arms as a lot of baby Insectoids/Insectikettes have a "larval stage", and much like Saturn did, grow their legs later on, usually as a toddler.

Saturn can curl up like a cat, and usually does this to fit in human chairs/seats/etc.

Saturn lets Solo and the other pups ride on her back. Seeing as she's literally a giant centipede and can fit all 6 of the pups on her back at once

Saturn considers Bessie her sister/half-sister due to their parents being clones. Bessie hates her guts, so the feeling is not mutual :(

WHN stressed and worried over not being a good mother to Saturn. She was ultimately worried over nothing, as Saturn is technically the only member of the royal family that had loving parents.

Solo was completely convinced that Saturn was a dog much like her and the other puppies until Peter had to try to explain otherwise. For five straight hours.

After a mission gone wrong, Evil Jim was sucked into a wormhole and presumed dead. Jim tried to take in Bully Bessie and it worked for a while until she ran away as a preteen and assumed Evil Jim's role. She works endlessly to find her dear papa and will not hesitate to find any way to save him, even if it means backstabbing her "sister". And she'd gladly do so.

Bessie is part jaguar, part piranha, part scorpion and radioactive cow, as Evil Jim wanted to make her with every advantage known to man.

Bessie ironically enjoys using butcher knives and cleavers as her weapons of choice, considering Evil Jim's guns as "too quick". Creepy.

Evil Jim didn't know what sex/gender Bessie was at birth and still doesn't, so he just let Bessie choose her clothes even as a baby.

Solo, despite being the smallest of her siblings, is pretty much the litter's leader. Mess with her family and you'll beg for death. She makes her fathers proud though Peter is a bit worried.

Solo can see and speak with the dead.

#earthworm jim #headcanons #ocs

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doctorwhoisadhd · 9 months

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what are your thomas england thoughts? like what do u think thomas was like b4 they died

ok so thomas england is DEFINITELY one of the players who i imagine as part of the Prehistory Fridays Gang. so first he was around for everything in prehistory (along with fletcher berger, sebastian diaz and his partner, erickson hendricks, rhonda elliott, our lady of perpetual friday, fenry marlow and their dog homer, fitzgerald massey, jessi wise, and mrs silk who was then miss silk. and then also baby york and his dad parker, who was dating miss silk. obv not all of these people were necessarily fridays players at the time though maybe they worked behind the scenes). so THAT was a whole thing.

honestly part of the problem of being LITERALLY retconned out of the game is nobody remembers you anymore. thomas england was only around long enough to get joke lore, we were only really just starting to flesh out relationships between the players when he got incinerated, and he didnt get any of that. and what adds to this problem is, well in the fridays style of lore, we dont necessarily think about what a player does outside of blaseball, or at least we DEFINITELY didnt early on (and didnt get ANY new entirely unlored players until relatively late af in the game — so like, after sixpack on s4d86 our next two were fenry and yass statter jr in the s13 and s19 elections respectively). so as a result there isnt any kind of a precedent to fall back on for what i think about what he did?

but here's what i DO know;

i disagree with the wiki on this one: neither of his parents are from the UK (there is no way). i like to think like, at least one of his parents is native, and hes lived there his entire life

his legal name is thomas england + thats whats on all his blaseball stuff, but typically with other islanders he'd use pelekane (which is what some of the last few members of the hawaiian royal family called england in ʻolelo hawaiʻi). so its like, his career name is thomas england

hes transmasc B) also ADHD

he played first base

he loves doctor who, and not just because its from the UK. like, hes seen the TV movie and at least one of the peter cushing movies and most of classic who, listened to a whole bunch of audios, reads the comics and the novels and like every EDA, has a subscription to dwmag, his bar for media quality is on the fucking GROUND so its literally all good he just loves dr who so much. he also probably has a cosplay of literally every doctor (including the shalka doctor and like the curse of fatal death ones too)

despite this he DOES. NOT. know ANYTHING about UK culture. he is constantly having amelia bedelia type misunderstandings of what things are. (ex: beans on toast = toast, peanut butter, jelly beans / "the tube" = "big pneumatic tube like the one for salmon, except people sized" / thinks john lennon's name was actually "john lemon")

he cant tell a single british accent apart he just identifies all of it as "british accent". fitz massey is from australia and is completely unaware that he thinks they are british. it is extremely lucky that he has never met anyone from ireland because they would probably strangle him. (weirdly though: despite him identifying approximately 50% of kiwis as british seemingly completely at random (absolutely no common criteria has been found at all. not looks not age not location nothing), he identifies 100% of scottish accents as "aotearoan")

he plays ʻukulele! maybe he worked at a ʻukulele store for a time at some point, even if it was like a summer job during high school... i like to think he's what got heat into playing :')

obsessed with choose your own adventure stories. he loves them.

(fridays angst train incoming) so york grew up with the whole Prehistory Fridays Gang as his family, and when york was really really little he couldnt say "thomas" (or england or pelekane, for that matter) but would ask him if they could play "docka who" all the time, so eventually what stuck for thomas england was he became york's "uncle who"

#thomas england #blaseball #fridays #hawaii fridays #hawai'i fridays #hawaiʻi fridays #york silk #stevenson heat #fitzgerald massey #ari opinion hour #askbox

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mbbsgf · 29 days

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HUGE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD !!

mentions of murder, child abuse, p€dophilia, r@pe, cannibalism, drugs and sexual assault, necrophilia. (let me know if there's more)

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i warned you at the top of this post, don't read if any of the mentioned topics trigger you.

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i've been studying true crime for as long as i can remember but i've never been that shocked until now. until i heard about the daisy's destruction case. peter scully is a 61 old man (he currently is in jail) who have done the most gut wrenching, horrifying things i've read. he didn't act alone but he was the "brain" of these crimes. he and his two "girlfriends" kidnapped children promising their parents health and a great situation or whatever but that's clearly not what happened. now the story behind daisy's destruction is fucking insane and horrifying so it's not too late to quit, i don't wanna be in charge of any tears or anything take care of yourselves. one of the girls kidnapped three children. liza, cindy and daisy (i believe this is their names, i apologize if not). i haven't seen the video daisy's destruction since we can't find it on this side of the internet, only on the dark web and for obvious reasons i will not go on the dark web. especially not to see this horror. peter basically r@ped those little girls. to clarify, liza was 11, cindy was 10 and daisy was 18 months old. peter had cindy digging her own grave before strangling her to death. liza and daisy are still alive but they obviously are traumatized and it was confirmed that daisy is unable to have children due to severe injuries around her vagina. i wish them the best and i hope cindy is resting in peace after the hell she went through.

jeffrey dahmer. dear lord, where do i even start? jeffrey would hang in gay bars around the 80s due to his sexuality if i'm correct (correct me if not). i've been studying jeffrey's case for longer so i mostly know what i'm talking about unlike peter's case but i'm not perfect so i might make mistakes so don't hesitate to correct me. jeffrey has always been "fascinated" by death and everything that revolves around it. he would dissect dead animals with his father as a hobby. growing up, jeffrey will realize it's more than just a "scientific" fascination. it sexually attracted him. he would start off by drugging his victim's drink so it'd be "easier" to get them home (please stay safe you guys, psychos are everywhere, always hold your drinks wherever you go). his victims were all males in their 20s or so except for one who was 14. jeffrey was grown when he killed that 14 year old boy. i've personally seen pictures of jeffrey's appartement after he got arrested and those picture made me so uncomfortable. i've also seen jeffrey's polaroids and i don't even wanna comment on it. what kills me is that those photos are so easy to find like that just disgusts me and it made me so uncomfortable.

now, why did i tell y'all all that, hm? there's obviously a reason and you're right. there is. it might sound dumb or like i'm overreacting but i promise i'm not. i've seen MULTIPLE facebook pages, tiktok edits and instagram accounts glorifying and idolizing those monsters. mostly jeffrey because peter's case isn't really known but i have seen "fan" accounts of them both. it's sickening. y'all realize they took the life of innocent, beautiful people. OF KIDS. like. even if peter didn't kill liza and daisy, he still took their life away from them. jeffrey murdered, ate and drugged people. peter raped, murdered and tortured little girls and you have nothing better to do than to create a fucking fan account to support them? you're sick. honestly, fucking disgusting. you think peter or jeffrey would show mercy to you if you were in front of them? you think they'd be like "oh you're my fan, all good!" NO, THEY WOULDN'T. they are murderers and you are glorifying their actions. honestly, you're as sick as peter and jeffrey if you think their actions are okay. i'm sick to my stomach just thinking about the edits i saw of jeffrey with a cute ass stupid caption saying "i could fix him" or "he wouldn't hurt anyone" well shame on you. he did and he admitted to it. the families of the victims maybe have facebook, tiktok or instagram. how do you think they'd feel if they saw their son's/daughter's, cousin's, little brother's/sister's, nephew's/niece's murderer being loved, supported and idolized? you guys are sick. you need to get off your phone and go touch some grass seriously.

that's all i wanted to say, goodnight.

#true crime #marie's thoughts

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polypd · 2 years

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music headcanons for jrwi pcs:

under cut because this got SUPER long

🪶 Jay- probably listened to a lot of classical music growing up, still has a healthy respect for it and knows how to play the piano and violin but she listens to a lot of undersea music with Gill because she likes the sounds. She doesn't really appreciate music too much just because for her it was always a chore, but with Chip and Gill who both express themselves with it so often, she's starting to like it more.

🪓 Chip- probably a lot of very lively, bar/festival kind of music. The foot-tappy kind. He plays an old beat-up guitar that he's had for most of his life and refuses to replace, and he plays a lot of lullabyes that aren't exactly right because he had to make most of them up from memory since Arlin used to sing them to him. He's always humming or whistling something, half the time it's made up.

🌊Gillion- He listens mostly to traditional undersea music, lots of very deep, drumlike noises since those are the ones that travel underwater the best. most of the songs are meant to be sung with large groups of people and dance circles are very common, so Gill sometimes leads the crew in impromptu dance circles. He has done this in random taverns multiple times. He's classically trained in almost every u dersea i strument but will not play unless asked.

👻 William- he listens to a lot of 80s and 90s music because of his parents, but he's started to branch out into pop music but especially the really quiet singers (that i hate). he listens to billie eilish and also tiktok mysic because he likes it. His parents forced him to learn an instrument in Middle School so he plays the flute but he's mostly forgotten how.

🥾Dakota- probably lots of punk queercore, think Dog Park Dissidents (go listen to Dog Park Dissidents). He also definately listens to a lot of videogame soundtracks and dubstep that dont have music, especially when he's overwhelmed. He hyperfixated on learning the drums once but hasn't played them in forever so he probably isn't very good at it anymore.

🔪 Vyncent- Probably mostly videogame soundtracks, the ones that remind him of home. There's definately some games he has to play on mute or he'll start freaking iut abuut how it looks so similar to home but sounds so wrong. His actual music tast was probably inspired by Ashe the most because he was the one who shares it the most. Most of the Greats play instruments but I don't have the space to list that all iut so maybe in another post.

✨ Rumi/Elena- rumi absolutely loves tavern music but is also very good at playing softer songs, which they would play to help peter fall asleep. As Elena, however, they're branching out into trying new things. Music was something consistent throughout most of their identities as a way to express themselves but every time it was through some pre-made character, so now he's having to figure out what kind of music he wants to make. She definately appreciates music for the self-expression and communication aspect of it (something I could rant for a very long time about,) and she holds a deep love and connection because of that.

🪨 Peter- never really listened to music until he met Elena, who plays music to him as a way lf expressing her love. He doesn't fully understand it, but he does think it's very sweet. Sometimes they'll play to him while he's painting, and he usually gives the painting to them afterwards. (gift giving love language mf). Elena sometimes experiments with new songs and asks Peter for advice on them, just like he does with his painting style.

🤖 Thanatos- He was never really a fan of music, not even when he was human. He did, however, act as a metronome for Rumi when they needed one. He also gave a lot of advice about new songs. Rumi went to Oetwr and Thanatos both because Thanatos would give honest criticism and Peter would give honest compliments, so it was a good balance. Sometimes when he's reading the Atlas of Untold Stories, he sees an entry about Elena playing music to Peter as they just enjoy each other's company, and sometimes he can hear the phantom sounds of musical notes from long ago.

💼 Rolan- listens exclusively to Kian's music and a couple of old mixtapes Rand and Kian made for him back in highschool. He doesn't want to try branching out because he's scared he'll hate something, unless it's something Kian and Rand introduce him to. He doesn't listen to it very often, though, because it reminds him too much kf them. There's one song he always has to skip because it's the one he was listening to That Day. Sometimes he plays it on purpose just to remind himself he wasn't crazy. It doesn't really work.

🚬 Rand- His music taste depends entirely on his mood, he just listens to whatever he wants in the moment. Sometimes he listens to Kian's music or a copy of a mixtape he made for Rolan and wonders how they're doing, and sometimes the reminder is too much and he can't stomach even the mention of Kian's name on the radio. He's angry-cried so many times because the radio starts playing one of Kian's songs or a song that he introduced to Rolan and he has to pull over so he doesn't crash because of his breakdown.

🎸 Kian- never actually listens to his own music. Instead, he listens to songs he used to plsy for Rolan and Rand back when he was still teaching himself the guitar. Some nights he sits alone in his room, gently strumming his guitar only to realize it's one of those songs he's playing unconsciously and he just cries.

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agentianlegend · 6 months

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20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @summerssixecho! I enjoyed revisiting my work a bit for this one :)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

9 (17 over on FFn)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

243,275

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Danny Phantom (it’s what got me into writing fanfiction to begin with; in fact, even as an 11-year-old I was writing my own Danny Phantom episodes when it was first coming out), but I also write for DC (either DP crossover or standalone) and Miraculous Ladybug that one time. I have been t e m p t e d to write more ML as well as dabble in a few others, like maybe Ted Lasso or Scooby Doo (couldn’t be more random, I know), but that hasn’t come to be yet. Let's also not forget the DP x The Office au that @tytach and @arken-99 and I were messing around with a while back 😂 I'm still tempted to go somewhere with that. (Tytach did.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5) Intervention at 657 kudos - DP - Danny comes home after curfew one final time, and his dad is waiting for him. We give Jack Fenton credit in this house/fic.

4) Beast Within at 910 kudos - DP x DC/Young Justice - Garfield Logan has just lost his mom and is struggling to get his newly developed shapeshifting powers under control. The team calls in Danny for help.

3) Fire with Fire - 956 kudos - DP x MCU Spider-Man - After the Fentons temporarily relocate to Queens for a contract with Stark Technologies, Danny and Peter find themselves embroiled in a conspiracy bringing malicious wraiths to New York City.

2) A Vigilante, a Different Vigilante’s Sister and a Villain Walk Into a Bar - 1,811 kudos - DP x DC - Jazz Fenton and Jason Todd attempt to date amidst unpredictable rogues needing therapy and nosy family members needing gossip fodder. This getting 2nd place is a surprise since it's my newest fic...

1) Recognized - a whopping 3,561 kudos - DP x DC/YJ - After Danny accidentally gets zeta tube access using Robin’s credentials/DNA, the two boys try to find out what happened years ago while unraveling a web of past and present secrets.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely ALWAYS, and if it’s taking me a bit to reply, just know that I’m going through it irl and I’ll get to responding to everyone ASAP. I love hearing what you guys think of my work and what in particular you’re reacting to/enjoying, so whether it’s fanboying over scenes together or explaining details you might’ve missed or just don’t quite get, I always take the time to show my gratitude for you taking a moment to share your thoughts. :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pretty much none of them, to be honest? I always like to try to end on a hopeful note, if not an outright happy one, because I need hope for my own struggles lol. The only candidate I can think of would be The Theorists, but even that’s not an angsty finish. My older oneshot Taking The World by Thunder might count since Lance Thunder doesn't get a happy ending, but it's pretty much a crack fic so I still wouldn't call it angst lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Gosh, this is also a hard one because most of them are sort of open-ended and hopeful. I would probably nominate Night One because I love Wally and Connor’s bonding. It gives me the warm fuzzies. I also think Intervention qualifies since it's a wholesome reveal to the Fenton parents instead of the typical catastrophe (I mean, look at the reveal in Recognized, y'all).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only every once in a while, and it’s not really hate but more…closed-minded rejection of the fic’s idea. Like on Recognized I’ll occasionally get something along the lines of “this whole thing is confusing and over-complicated” (literally the point) or “this wouldn’t happen” (you’re reading a fic that literally takes place in a world of ghosts and aliens and people with superpowers). Only a couple times someone’s said “this is stupid” and I’m like, if I don’t like someone’s fic, I just move on and let them be because it’s what they wanted to write. Have these people never heard “you do you”?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HA. I can barely even write flirting.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Often, usually for DP x DC. The craziest was probably The Theorists because it features almost entirely side characters and their “conspiracy theories” about the main cast. It also wove into the Recognized storyline in the end.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. Let me know if you find my work anywhere lol I only ever post on my main accounts: agentianlegend on tumblr and AO3 and hiimian over on FFn.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope but I’m open to it

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I’m not big on ships, to be honest. Though I enjoy Jason Todd x Jazz Fenton, and OH in the middle of writing this I remembered other fandoms exist lol. Marichat from ML because they’re both their most relaxed selves. Adrienette is a very close runner-up.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I’ve never published it or shared with anyone, but the first modern fic I wrote was a DP x Teen Titans crossover where Jack and Danny move to Jump City after tragedy takes Maddie and Jazz. Danny wants to lay low and not be a hero as he deals with the loss, but Slade has other ideas. I wrote quite a bit for it, but I don’t know if I’ll finish. It was heavily angsty when I was going through some stuff and needed catharsis. I still have it almost entirely outlined, so theoretically I could finish it. But, I don’t know. Inspired by Into the Dark by InkyIris btw (apparently a rewrite and cross-publishing is in progress on AO3!), one of the OG fics that got me involved back in the fandom.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization, and action scene choreography. Or so I’ve been told lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing out scenes when I don’t love the scene as it is. The efficiency side of my brain doesn’t want to waste the energy when I know I’m going to pretty much throw it out and rewrite entirely later on. Also, romance.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Danny Phantom, even before I started publishing. (See the aforementioned episodes I wrote when I was 11.)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

If not Recognized, I would probably say Night One. It’s a quiet fic, and I love those intimate moments when these larger-than-life characters have some hurt/comfort and bonding moments.

Well I already mentioned you guys earlier but I'm tagging @tytach and @arken-99 as well as @the-outcast-ed, @tourettesdog and @dp-marvel94!

#tag game #fic writer #writing fanfiction #my fic #danny phantom #young justice

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Uuurhhhghghghhhffhrhghhh, Tell me about the Days Sisters!!! I want to know about themmm....

I have, a big chunk of stuff for you. And a couple photos to get their sense of style

Paternal Grandfather: Sean O. Days

Paternal Grandmother: Hanamaru Days (nee Yamato)

Maternal Grandfather: Yasuyuki Ono

Maternal Grandmother: Caroline Ono (nee James)

Father: Oisín M. Days

Mother: Chieko Ono

Aunts: Jyou Ono, Junko Ono(✝)

Cousins: Wakaba Majima, Kyrie Kashiwagi, Ryuko Makimura

1st cousins once removed (mother's cousins): Otoha Hojo, Aomame Hojo

Shasta Shizuka Days

April 1, 1968 • 4’9” • AB

Spouse: Julio Sanchez

Children: Mana Rose, Shiho Ramona, Mamoru O., Mark Jarvis (adopted)

Likes: Cooking, finding old and inane laws, Ingrid Berman movies

Dislikes: Going Home™, beaches, Rafael Barba

Personality: Shasta as an object is dry ice. You have to insulate yourself against her cold and unyielding demeanor. She is direct, matter of fact, and usually always right and she is graceless in that fact. At work the entire building has dubbed her the End of Days. Despite her frigid temps she is still passionate in what she thinks is right and her unwillingness to back down aids her well. Her best and probably only friend will tell you that Shasta is a very kind person, but is not a nice person…at all. But Shasta didn't always used to be so frigid and domineering. As a girl she was a serious tenderfoot about pretty much everything and sweet. As for why, well good luck getting me to finish anything ever.

Dahlia Eiko Days

July 7, 1973 • 5’11” • B

Uh…we have a thing: Peter Stone

And a whole kid: Kou

Likes: long drives, cigarettes, fast food

Dislikes: formal clothing, cleaning, rock ballads

Personality: A loveable asshole. She's that butch jock chick that you befriend at the bar who doesn't start fights but she finishes them. Dahlia has always been a whatever blows your hair back type of person, rowdy, and bullheaded. She and Shasta will never admit but they're both the exact same kind of asshole when they think they're right about something. Dahlia co-parents her son and if you ask her the hardest part is not being able to smoke in the house anymore.

Sunny Miyu Days

December 13, 1978 • 5’7” • AB

Partner: Rachel Brooks

Children: Yuck

Likes: Carpentry, being outside, eating

Dislikes: Winter, spiders, kids

Personality: Charming with plenty of sass. Sunny is as tomboy southern girl as they come. Unlike her sisters who went to the coasts after college, Sunny after graduating from Ole Miss came back home and hasn't left without any intention to. When she's not working she works on her house, a never ending I'm bored with these cabinets let's build something else renovation project. Rachel hates it. Sunny is of the sisters the most morally wobbly. Where her sisters there's usually a noble cord strung through their actions. Sunny thinks more in literals than concepts.

Ian Hibiki Days

December 13, 1978 • 5’0” • AB

Husband: Antonio Dawson / Rafael Barba (depending on the timeline I'm playing in. I’ve got aus of aus out here. help.)

Children: Alvie Rhian, Ennis Miyabi, Eva (stepd.), Diego (steps.) / Yui Catalina Barba

Likes: Dumas’ works, older jrpgs, 90s movies

Dislikes: Cooking, jewelry like necklaces and bracelets, math

Personality: Like her twin Ian is willing to cross a line, but in pursuit of what she believes to be right or just. Ian is the more even tempered and ingratiating of the four. She's intuitive and observant and tends to make friends easily along with being loyal to the point of devotion. Ian is the wordy type and uses 40 words when 4 will do, most people think it charming. Ian is a homebody but does make a habit to go see a movie once a month and she never misses a local Shakespeare production.

#asks #oc spewage #oc; good days #shasta shizuka days #dahlia eiko days #sunny miyu days #ian hibiki days

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oldfangirl30 · 1 year

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It Happened One Night

I decided to give this little thing a title. Let me know what you think! Link to Part 1

Part 2:

Emma’s POV

“What the fuck was that Peter?”

“That guy was 30 seconds away from drugging you and taking you god knows where.”

He was hot on my heels and part of me burned from anger of being humiliated while part of me burned from how unbelievably sexy he looked trying to protect me. I would never admit that.

“Do you have proof? That he was going to drug me?”

“Well no. But I sensed something was off.” He scoffed.

“And why is that?” We were climbing into the car that had been brought around for us and I felt his hand graze the small of my back while guiding me into the car.

“Because a girl approached me at the bar saying he was a drug dealer. I am sorry but my responsibility is to keep you safe and I felt like something wasn’t right and it was the best thing for me to do. I am sorry if I embarrassed you.” He looked sincere.

The clock read 2:00 AM in the black suburban we rode in. I always go out on weekends primarily because I am boarded up during the week in my hot apartment, which reminds me I still need to get the air fixed. I am also so tired from work each night that I barely feel like socializing. I feel bad never speaking to Peter but I talk to patients every day, the last thing I want to do when I get home is talk. I’ve worked as a physician assistant for the last 3 years and while I love my job, it gets busy.

Peter is sweet. Probably one of the nicest agents I have met. He keeps his distance, is polite, and I always feel safe when he is around. I never wanted this life. The life where my parents were always being watched and therefore so was I. I am happy for my mom, but I hate having people always follow me and watching my every move. Especially knowing there are people in this world who don’t like us. I think I grew up naïve in the way of thinking that everyone should be liked.

“Here is your bag. You left it with me.”

“You didn’t take anything did you? Cause then I would have to report you.”

I saw him smirk from the corner of my eye and he bit his tongue.

“Nope, everything is there.”

I felt bad for leaving Alicia but she’s always been fully capable of taking care of herself. I had a feeling if I left then she would be close behind. She has been my friend ever since we started PA school and then she dropped out. She said it wasn’t for her and I respected that.

I saw Peter grimacing and reached for his left shoulder.

“You ok there big guy?”

“Yeah, just still recovering from a little injury.”

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I actually worked as an orthopedic PA so my knowledge was well versed in injuries. But I don’t think he knew that.

“I uh, I tore it.”

“Well, uh maybe I can take a look at it later. I mean, if you want me to.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I might know a little more about it than you do. I see a lot of injured people every day.”

I didn’t intend to be harsh.

“Sorry, I just assumed you knew. I work as an orthopedic physician assistant so I am constantly seeing people with injuries and stuff.”

“Yeah. No that would be great.” He smiled and I smiled. A warm feeling in my stomach bubbled and I looked away quickly.

It had been almost 2 years since I last dated someone. My ex boyfriend was a freeloader and when my mom got elected it got even worse. He didn’t take it well and at times I worried he might show up unannounced. I was glad Peter had been around most nights. I doubt my ex would ever try anything but occasionally I would get messages from an unknown number and deep down I knew it was him.

We arrived to my apartment and it was about 2:15. I hadn’t done my routine for the evening but would get to it in the morning.

I walked inside and checked my thermostat. It still read 75 degrees. I pushed the button to see if anything would happen and to no surprise nothing did.

“Your air not working?” Peter startled me. I forgot he was still on duty until 7AM.

“Uhh no…I was supposed to have it fixed but I’ve kind of put it on the back burner.”

“Is that why it’s been so hot in here?” He looked slightly concerned.

I gave him a deadpan look, “ha, yeah. Have you not tried to lower it?”

“No I just figured you liked it warm! I can call someone for you if you’d like.”

“No. No. It’s ok. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

I walked off and went to get ready for bed. I heard Peter fill a glass of water and then he fed my cat, Lucia.

After my very cold shower I made sure everything was clean and got ready to go to bed.

“Feel free to take a shower if you need. Towels are in the closet.” He nodded and as I closed my door I felt the urge to say goodnight,” hey Peter. Thank you. I know I was kind of a bitch earlier but I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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Peter’s POV:

I knew if I had not gotten Emma out of that club, something bad would have happened. I didn’t want to embarrass her but I knew my job had to be done.

Our ride back to her place started out quiet until I realized I was still holding on to her bag.

“Here is your bag. You left it with me.” I don’t even know if she remembered.

“You didn’t take anything did you? Cause then I would have to report you.”

My stomach fluttered and her playful sarcasm made me almost bust out laughing.

“Nope, everything is there.”

Emma was sitting in the middle seat with myself and Agent Parker on the other side of her. It wasn’t particularly tight but how I was sitting caused my shoulder to start hurting. I may have been tensed up after the entire situation. I grimaced trying to move it.

“You ok there big guy?”

“Yeah, just still recovering from a little injury.”

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I didn’t want to tell her too much. She offered to help me and I would definitely take her up on the offer.

We arrived to her apartment and upon walking inside it felt so much worse than it had earlier. She mentioned she had not had time to get her air fixed but denied my offer to help her with getting it fixed. One of my best friends just so happened to be a technician and I decided to text him to see if he would come fix it tomorrow. She couldn’t live in this god-awful heat box.

I heard Emma turn on her shower and figured I would help her out by feeding her cat who was walking in and out of between my legs.

I heard her cut the water off in her bathroom and decided to begin to get comfortable in her apartment for the night as I was there until 7 tomorrow morning.

I decided to take a shower and was glad I had kept the extra set of underwear in my backpack. Honestly, her shower felt amazing. My apartment is great but the shower has no pressure. This one…god damn I did not want to get out. But I couldn’t sleep in here, that would be weird.

I went back to check my phone to see if my friend had returned my text and he said he would gladly come and fix Emma’s air conditioner. I looked at the clock on my phone and did not realize how tired I was but I had to stay awake until the morning. I turned the TV on and tried to find a show to keep me awake.

I checked out of her apartment window to ensure that no one had followed us and to check that the guys were still out there on watch.

I sat down on her couch and watched whatever was playing on TV and settled in for the evening.

I would sit and wait until the morning and then leave a note that someone was coming to fix her air.

#Peter Sutherland fic #Peter Sutherland #the night agent

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woah , i think i just saw SIRIUS BLACK ! there’s been so much happening lately that i totally forgot about the PUREBLOOD but i am glad to see HE/HIM still around . they always had wanted to be A BAR OWNER , i wonder how that’s going. the last i heard about them was that they might be involved with ORDER OF THE PHOENIX , but i’m not sure how true that is. besides, they always seemed LOYAL and DETERMINED . although , now that i think about it they were also HOT HEADED and IMPULSIVE . still the GRYFFINDOR alum always reminded me of I KNOW WHAT I AM by BAND OF SKULLS and SITTING LOOK OUT INTO THE RAIN ON A COLD WINTER NIGHT, THE SMELL OF LEATHER AND CIGARETTES, A FORCED SMILE ON THE FACE OF SOMEONE TRYING TO CONCEAL A SHATTERED HEART AND BROKEN SPIRIT . i hope they haven’t changed too much !

full name: sirius orion black

nickname(s): siri, padfoot

fc: deaken bluman

dob: 2nd november

age: 21

gender: male

sexuality: pansexual

house: gryffindor

blood status: pureblood

patronus: a black dog, the same as his animagus form

occupation: owner of a bar called ‘The Grim’ in London

side: the order

bio:

born on november 1st to orion and walburga black, sirius was privileged since birth. being the heir to one of the more respected pureblood families meant that there was a giant weight on his shoulders and he felt that from a very young age. ever since he could talk he was told how to act and what was respectable behaviour in his parent’s eyes. he never really got the chance to be a child. but he never really blamed his parents for that. he blamed the traditions that came with being a pureblood. he hated the coldness of it all. all he really craved for was affection, though he barely got any.

but he tried his best to stay out of trouble and keep himself in line. even as he sat at family events bored out his mind he knew better than to misbehave. it wasn’t worth his mother’s wrath or his fathers disapproving look. he was a fairly quiet kid. other than a few snarky remarks here and there he really didn’t give his parents a reason to believe he would be anything other than the perfect heir they were raising him to be.

it was exceptionally lonely, however. other than his brother and his cousins he didn’t have that many friends. and living at grimmauld place was extremely isolating. he couldn’t just go out and play with the nearby kids cause they were “filthy muggles” according to his mother. some might question why his family choose to live beside muggles if they were apparently beneath them but sirius never did. so he spent his time in the library reading and teaching himself spells.

growing up his father was the person he looked up to the most. he loved spending time with him. and his main goal when he was little was to hear his father say he was proud of him.

he never did.

having spent most of his younger years surrounded by pureblood that all had the same beliefs on purity as his parents sirius’s view on others was somewhat swayed by them. but, as he grew older, he started to question why exactly where they better than others? yes, their blood was more “pure” but he didn’t really understand why that made them any superior. he spent more of his free time reading and a lot of the books he read were by half-bloods or muggle-borns and they seemed just as intelligent as any pureblood he knew. it was confusing to him. but he made sure to never question it out loud.

sirius’ first day at hogwarts was both the best and worst day of his life.

it was the best day because he met three people that would soon mean the world to him: james potter, remus lupin, and peter pettigrew. all three of them would play an important part in how sirius became who he ultimately was supposed to be. they taught him there was more to life than pureblood galas and acting like the respectable pureblood male who’s only job in life is to make sure he carries on the family name. they taught him to have fun, they brought out his mischievous side and brought him out of his shell. some might argue that sirius becoming more confident is a bad thing. but sirius wouldn’t change it for the world.

it was the worst day because he got sorted into gryffindor.

he knew from the second the hat shouted out gryffindor that he was in trouble. he couldn’t remember a member of his family that wasn’t in slytherin and so he had made his way to the lion’s table with trembling hands. he had hoped he would have at least some time to deal with the sorting on his own. but the very next morning he had a letter from his mother saying how this must be a mistake. that he doesn’t belong in gryffindor and that they would sort it. but, deep down he knew he did belong there. deep down he knew he wouldn’t fit in with the other slytherin’s, he just didn’t want to admit it. and so he had ignored the letter and when mcgonogal had spoken to him about it the next day he told her everything was fine and he was happy being in gryffindor.

he sometimes regretted that decision even to this day.

something seemed to change in sirius’s mind the longer he was at hogwarts. the more time he spent with other wizard and witches from different backgrounds the more he realised that his families views were ridiculous. and with the war brewing, he knew he’d have an important choice on his hands. he’d have to choose between the friends he has made and the family that could destroy him if he left.

the choice came the summer before the start of his sixth year. his parents had finally had enough of his antics and sat him down to tell him they had decided he was to join the death eaters and finally make them proud. he was told that voldemort would be happy to have the black heir on his side and that he would be joining the war on his side. for the first time in his life, sirius was terrified. and he didn’t even think before he left in the middle of the night with just a bag of clothes and the money he had hidden in his room. he ran away in the night without a single world to anyone.

he never wanted to leave his family behind. especially not his brother. but he didn’t have a choice. he couldn’t be who they wanted him to be. he couldn’t follow down the path they had taken. he loved them but that just wasn’t enough. the war was wrong. and he could never stand on the side that harmed others just for existing. even if it broke a part of him to leave.

he never told anyone exactly why he had run away. though he had told his friends enough about his parents, and family in general, that he allowed them to come to their own conclusions and he doesn’t deny anything. but even though he felt resentment for those he was meant to call family and how he was treated in the end he couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone the truth. that betrayal was too much for him. and he didn’t want anyone knowing that his family were so lost in the wrong side they had officially joined the dark lords fight. he still had enough family pride to not let anyone go into azkaban just for his spite. he loved them too much to see them suffer. maybe he shouldn’t. but he couldn’t turn off that side of him.

part of him resented the war the most for driving him apart from his family.

his main goal now is to just move past everything and get on with his own life for the first time ever. he wants to fight for those that deserve a place in this world. he wants to prove that he is more than just his last name. so he used the money that his uncle alphard had left him after his passing to open up his own bar and create a space where everyone was welcome. he didn’t care if who walked through that door was a pureblood or a muggleborn, as long as they behaved and wanted a drink they were welcome. and it was a job much better suited to him than a ministry job would ever have been.

some wanted connections:

friends - other than the marauders obvs

sibling-like relationships

family friend - could still be on good terms or they could have heard of sirius’ disowning and turn their backs on him too

unlikely friendship - could be that they have been friends since they were little and even though they are polar opposites they just get on so well that they can’t not be friends

family members that don’t hate him are always a win

enemy - they have never gotten along and they will never get along and both are okay with this

frenemy - they hate each other but they are also kinda cool and if they hung out that would be awesome????

anything angsty tbh

#sirius:inspo #sirius:intro #sirius:wantedconnections #mhq:intro

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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I feel like we’re literally friends and you give the best advice, You can totally skip over this if you want !!

Since the pandemic started I’ve been kinda stuck at home (seeing only close friends outside or masked!!) and since my parents are higher risk I have to be extremely careful for their sake. It was honestly kinda a blessing in disguise because I hated high school and got to stay home my entire junior and senior year doing remote learning 😮‍💨 I lost a lot of friends (good riddance anyway because they were fake!) and school itself was just awful and filled with toxic people! Anyways, the year is almost over and I’m graduating in a week! But as excited I am for college I am so nervous. I haven’t been around people in so long and I’m so terrified about making new friends !! I’m even more terrified about talking to guys since I’ve only had one relationship and haven’t dated since because my ex gave me super bad trauma lol !! I am praying there will be nice people to make friends with and really cute nerdy, Peter Parker type guys there 😫

You don’t know how badly I want to date a guy like Peter Parker why are they so hard to find 🙁

Congratulations on graduating soon! I think you’ll like college a lot better. You don’t have to be friends with people just bc you see them every day. You can connect with people you actually like and want to be around. Making new friends will happen naturally. Personally I hate those ice breaker type of events some colleges do that try to force you into making friends. Just put yourself out there, especially during group projects and group discussions. That’s where I made my most of my friends. As for nice Peter Parker type of guys in college, don’t set your bar too high. Remember that if you read a lot of fanfic, the Peter personality you’re looking for was most likely written by women. Men don’t really act as nice as their fictional counterparts. I personally like dating apps bc you can talk to a lot of people at once but it’s low stakes enough that you can just stop replying if you get the ick. I think you’ll be fine in college with making new friends and meeting people. I can already tell you’re a cool person so I doubt you’ll have trouble. Just take things one day at a time. Good luck in college!! 💜💜

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Wreckless - Games

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

This morning, after Finnegan left, I finally got around to going through my mail from last week.

Most of it was crap, of course but one letter surprised me so much that I sat down before opening it.

I didn't expect to hear back, I just submitted a few photos on a whim while Finnegan was in Michigan.

I'd thought that having something to look forward was good even though I knew I didn't have a chance.

But now I'm holding a letter from the Maryland Arts Council.

Every fall they offer a class and then do a huge photography exhibition that gets seen by important people.

People who launch careers.

People who make money for people like me.

I guess they could be nice and respond to all the applicants.

That's probably it.

Until I open it I don't know if I've been accepted or not.

It's like that dead cat in a box.

I might have gotten in.

Once I read it, I'll know I didn't.

Not that I expected to, I've never been able to devote the time and energy into it that I want to.

Some people don't have jobs and bills to pay and have parents to buy them great cameras and all the lenses they want.

I have to make do.

This class, shit, I can't go even if I want to.

Job. See? So it doesn't matter, I'll just open it.

I rip it open and then pull the letter out gingerly.

It's folded in three and I slowly flatten it out on the table.

Dear Mr. Emmett Locke.

Shit... SHIT... Holy shit I'm in.

Damn.

I'm floored, honestly and damn proud of myself.

I can't accept... I'm not free from 9 to 5 for two weeks in September and October but that's okay, just knowing I got in is enough to get me excited about working on my pictures from the beach.

Unfortunately I have to work so the pictures will wait until Thursday when I'm off.

I head to the garage and let me tell you, Peter is glad I'm back if the sign, chocolate bar and little note saying 'better you than me today' is any indication.

We have cars in both bays and two parked out front, they got a little backed up last week so I spend the day doing two sets of brakes and some transmission work.

When I get home Wednesday evening, Finnegan is gaming.

His tongue is out and he's laser focused.

He's at least taken time to get out of the monkey suit and get himself a drink but he doesn't even look at me when I walk in.

"Hey darling."

No answer. Okay?

I go get cleaned up and out of my dirty clothes and then start on dinner.

Once the pasta is cooking I sit down next to him.

I didn't see much of him Monday or Tuesday, so much for not needing to be in the office, so I'm glad he's home for dinner tonight.

"Short day for you. I'm glad. Dinner in about ten minutes."

"Not hungry, wanna play."

Okay, I've been patient.

"Did you have dinner, Finn?"

Because if so, when I got home would have been the time to tell me.

"Nope."

"Then you'll eat when it's ready."

"No."

He's never been this bratty before.

I wonder if something happened at work today or if this is just from having no little time Monday and Tuesday.

Maybe he's in withdrawal after last week.

I snake my hand down behind him and press against his hole right through his undies.

"You'll do what I say, Finn."

He's still trying to play but I lean over and nibble on his neck.

"Emmett."

"For being a brat you can come set the table."

I know this game autosaves so I grab the remote and turn the TV off.

"No, Emmett. That's mean."

"Ignoring me when I got home was mean, Finn. Telling me you won't eat the dinner I made is mean. I think you desperately need a lesson in how to treat me."

He's not mad now, he's smiling.

"I like lessons."

He follows me into the kitchen and grabs the salad, taking it to the table.

Before long we're eating, I just had to drain and sauce the pasta and he is shoving food into his mouth.

Not three minutes later he hops up, drops his plate in the sink, mumbles a thank you and disappears back into the living room.

Nope, not happening.

I finish eating and when I head out he's playing the game again, of course.

He hasn't even sat down, he's right up against the coffee table as if it'll help him play better.

I haven't done that since I first started watching porn.

I decide that if he's going to play... I'm going to play with him.

I grab the lube and then yank him down onto my lap.

"A good little boy doesn't treat his master like this, Finn. Now you're going to make it up to me."

"No, Emmett. I'm playing. Gonna beat the boss."

"I'm the boss, babe but you can keep playing. In fact, I insist."

I grind my cock against his ass while palming him.

He squirms, pressing against my hand.

"It's hard, Em."

"Lots of things are hard."

Our cocks, playing while being messed with, life.

"Lift up."

I manage to wiggle his undies down and then I perch him on my knees so I can really play with him.

I decide to hold him by the balls and start opening him up with one finger.

His thighs are flexing and he's clenching around me but managing to play, somehow.

I wonder how long he can do it.

Eventually I have two fingers massaging his spot while I slowly jerk him off.

He finally tries to put the controller down.

"Feels so good, Emmett."

"Uh uh but you keep playing. Your game is more important than me, so you just keep going."

"Is not, I'm sorry."

He tries to turn around but I hold him in place.

"Not yet you're not. Keep going."

He picks it back up and I tease and mess with him for another twenty minutes.

There's a rivulet of sweat going down his back and I've lost track of how many times he's died.

"Please? Please Em. I need you."

"I thought you wanted to beat the boss and you haven't yet, have you?"

"Can't concentrate Em. need lovies."

"Is that so?"

I love playing with him but I only have so much self-control.

I nudge him forward and he ends up on his knees, chest resting on the coffee table.

"Keep playing, Finn."

"No, want lovies. Please Em."

Well, if his hands aren't busy holding a controller.

"Show me... hold that little ass open for me."

Damn that's sexy as hell.

I really like his hands back here and he does have a sweet, sweet hole.

"You've been a very naughty boy, Finn."

"I know, I'm sorry Em. Will you hurt me?"

He's begging for it, he wants it rough.

Fine.

"You deserve it. You shouldn't ignore your master because when you do, you'll get in trouble and you, little boy.... are in big trouble."

Time to make him scream.

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I Spy // Sirius Black

(Part one)

Sirius Black x F!reader

Wordcount: < 3k

Warnings: bad writing :P, pretty vague sexual innuendo once

I never expected to fall for Sirius Black, then again I never really expected that I’d fall for anyone. Of course I noticed him when attending Hogwarts, who couldn’t, but I never really got to know the real him until he noticed me back.

I joined the Order when I was in my sixth year. Technically I never went to meetings or missions, but I was Dumbledore's eyes and ears on the students, pointing out potential new members and baby Death Eaters. Teachers, ghosts and paintings were helpful, but not always reliable.

My cousin, Caradoc Dearborn happened to be a member of the order and volunteered my name to Dumbledore for the job. It helped that I'd already been in on the secret. The rest of our family weren't active members but allies and keeping the secret from their daughter proved to be difficult. Luckily my social life was never very important...or active. Me gossiping to my classmates was the least of Dumbledore's problems.

Dumbledore had strict orders to stay out of trouble. I was never to do anything dangerous, just monitor the gossip running around the student body.

When Dumbledore asked me to monitor the wildest pranksters in Hogwarts as potential new members, I was shocked, to say the least. But I observed from a distance, and slowly started to see what he meant.

While James Potter could be arrogant and naive, he stepped up to the plate as head boy and somehow got Lily Evans to be his girlfriend. The fact that he was in love with a muggleborn was enough motivation to see him in the order. His headstrong and chivalrous attitude would keep him from thinking too much about what he might be getting into, but luckily Remus Lupin could think for him.

Remus had it tough enough as is. Being a werewolf is no walk in the park, but a good resource for the order. Unfortunately, he tends to be a bit of a pushover when it comes to his friends. If they join, it's likely he will too. It made me sad to see how low his self-esteem was, he truly was a nice boy.

I don't trust Peter Pettigrew. He's not bad in any sense of the word, but he's weak. He flocked to people who kept him safe. He would be the first to give up secrets under torture. But he was lucky. His friends are loyal to a fault. They wouldn't join without him, and if they did it's unlikely they'd keep the secret. Jealousy could be dangerous, Dumbledore would need to consider if the group of boys was worth the risk.

The final boy was Sirius Black. In my opinion, he'd be the best option for the order. Black despises anything 'dark arts' and strives to build his name in a different light. Plus the fact that he has the most information about the darker families of the Sacred twenty-eight. Less naive than Potter but more confident than Lupin, he was the best of all of them.

I wasn't fully indoctrinated into the order until after I graduated which was a year after the boys. Dumbledore had decided to add all four boys to the order, plus Lily Evans and Marlene Mckinnon who I'd recommended to help keep the boys in line.

It was the first meeting I was to attend. Very few members knew of my involvement, set as a safety measure by Dumbledore. But now that I had left Hogwarts, I didn't have to worry about fellow students smothering me in my sleep at their parent's orders.

My heart was beating so fast it felt like I had trapped a small bird in my chest that was trying to escape. While I was excited, I dreaded the moment the younger members found out just how much I knew about them. Hopefully, the boys would appreciate the fact that I hadn't told Dumbledore all of their secrets. Mostly the illegal ones.

I open the squealing door of the Hog's Head Inn, preparing myself for the onslaught of dust that never seemed to disperse. At the bar, bright blue eyes flicker over to me, before darting away like they were never there. Abeforth was the gatekeeper of the meeting, and while the Inn was closed and no customers were in the building, he still played it cautious.

I walk up to the bar, the wooden planks squeaking beneath me, and tap on the counter twice, then three, and finally five times. "I'd like a room with five beds and extra bedbugs please."

He looked up, uninterested. "Lucky for you, it just rained."

"I'll be sure to inform my Mum." I finish confirming my passcode, nodding at the aging bartender.

Abeforth lifts his arm, gesturing at the rickety staircase behind him. I smile at him, which he does not return, and walk up the stairs, careful not to touch the rotting wallpaper. Walking to the third door on the left, I knock twelve times before entering the empty room. On a table lies five objects, each a portkey that leads to different places. Of course, those weren't the only portkeys in the room. Tapping my wand twice on the left handle of the bottom drawer opens, revealing a new set of portkeys. I grab the button hidden under the secret bottom, with only seconds to prepare myself for the nauseating trip.

Unfortunately, I'm not the most experienced at portkey travel, so the first impression I make on most order members is me falling from the sky, flailing around like a one-winged hippogriff. Pulling myself up off the floor, I come face to face with a wand.

"Who knows her?" A deep voice asks, one that I'm quite familiar with. Sirius Black.

"I do," Caradoc answers, stepping out from another room. His voluptuous, pointed beard entered the hallway before the rest of his body. Caradoc walked up to me, making sure to hide any emotion from showing. A death eater wouldn't know my relationship with my cousin, and he wasn't planning on giving any hints. "What was your first sign of magic?"

"When I transfigured the silverware into puppies. Mum said I couldn't get one." I pout slightly, still put out by her denial.

Caradoc only snorts at me before extending his hand out. I grab his hand gratefully, still dizzy from the portkey.

The hall I stand in appears old and luxurious, with decorative lights lining the walls covered in flowered wallpaper. The tickle of magic can be felt in the foundation, signalling how warded this house must be.

"You can put your wand away Black, this is one of ours," Caradoc notes, smiling proudly at my place in the room. More order members appear, taking note of the new arrival cautiously "For those of you who don't know, this is Y/N Y/LN. She's my little cousin and full-time member."

Everyone relaxes slightly, retreating back into their previous conversations, except Sirius who's looking at me with his brows drawn in confusion. He notices my attention shift to him and starts talking, "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"I was in the year below you, maybe you saw me around the halls?" I inform him, hoping he didn't notice my spy work and think I was some creepy stalker.

"Yeah, maybe." He replies, not looking completely convinced but satiated for the time being. Changing his frown to a small smile. "Sorry about holding you at wandpoint, and never be too careful."

I brush it off, knowing just how cautious they had to be. "It's not like it was my first," I say without thinking, only realizing what I said after the words came out.

Sirius lets out a single bark of laughter, with him shocked at my words at his response. I'd stalked him enough to know that that kind of laugh rarely makes it past his lips, and primarily with his best friends. His eyebrows raise and his smile grows, forming into a smirk.

"Sirius Black at your service. Don't take the name to heart, I'm as noble as a flobberworm." Sirius bows his head slightly with his right arm attached to his chest in a small bow.

I smirk at his simile, deciding to keep the light mood going. "I happen to find flobberworm's quite noble. You just have to meet the right ones."

His smirk grows even wider as I tease him. "I have no clue where I'd find flobberworm royalty. Possibly hiding in the roots of a wormwood plant."

I snort at his quip, opening my mouth to add on more but I'm interrupted by my lovely cousin who I'd completely forgotten was there.

"Oi Black, stop stealing my cousin! Worms are her weakness and happen to be her favourite animal. It's her Patronus you know." He wraps his thick arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his chest, but not before I noticed Sirius's look of surprise at my cousin's interruption. Unfortunately, my face plants right into his beard. Who knows how many worms might be living in there.

"Is not you big oaf." I say pushing myself away and spitting out any stray hairs that might have found their way into my mouth, "You're just embarrassed that your Patronus is a salmon."

Sirius lets out another bark of laughter as Caradoc starts denying my words. Before the conversation can continue further, Dumbledore enters the room, causing each member to quiet down.

"If you would all make your way to the dining room, we have much to discuss."

Everyone turns towards a side door, making their way quickly but calmly. As I step in line with Sirius I feel him whisper into my ear.

"Welcome to the Order."

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I sit sandwiched between my cousin and Sirius on a large rounded table. Across from me is Alastor Moody, whose scarred face and dark expression cause shivers down my spine. As one of the best Aurors in the Ministry, he'd seen a fair share of action, enough to lose a leg. I wonder what body part he'll lose next.

Dumbledore sits at the head of the table, his twinkling eyes scanning everyone in the room, taking mental notes of each member. I wasn't surprised to see Peter Pettigrew in attendance but slightly disappointed. He's not right for this job. He'd be better off as a shop owner in Diagon alley. He's in over his head, but his loyalty to his friends must be strong enough for him to put himself in danger.

James and Lily Potter, who'd recently married, were sitting across from Sirius, holding hands like it was second nature. I would never be foolish enough to fall in love, not now. Maybe after all this is over, I could settle down, but who knows if I'd live to see the day. It may sound morose, but I've had lots of time to think about it, and I haven't sugar-coated the idea of the Order. I know people will die, people I care about. So I weighed the options. Fall in love before it's too late and risk losing them, or avoid it and possibly die without ever being in love. I chose the former.

Remus Lupin sits beside Sirius, looking slightly less lanky than the last time I saw him. I hope his confidence has improved since joining the order. Everyone in the room knows he's a werewolf, and I haven't noticed any snide looks.

"I'd like to begin this meeting by introducing our youngest member. Y/N Y/L/N." People's reactions stretched from wide smiles, nods of acknowledgment and indifference. "While this is her first meeting, she's been very useful to us by securing information from Hogwarts. I'd like to thank Y/N for her brave service for the Order and I am pleased to see her continue."

Everyone's eyes were now on me, and no longer were any of them indifferent. I smile shyly trying to tone down the flames in my cheeks. My hand raises to wave, but I think better of it. I look stupid enough. Unfortunately, everyone saw my hand raise and lower quickly in an awkward jerky motion. I hear a snort and I have a feeling that James Potter was the culprit.

It could have gone worse...right?

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After the meeting, some members move to the sitting room to chat while the busy ones portkey out. For some reason, Sirius hasn't left my side, insisting that I sit with him and his friends. It's odd to actually sit with them, I'd listened in to their late-night conversations multiple times, but having them ask about me felt strange. Especially since they had no idea just how much I knew about them. But that didn't last long.

"What were you doing for the Order in Hogwarts? I can't imagine much going on under Dumbledore's nose?" Sirius asks, causing everyone to turn towards me. As Sirius is sharing a love seat with me, I feel his knee touch mine, and if that wasn't stressful enough, he raised his arm to wrap around the back of the couch, just a whisper away from my shoulders. And for some reason, James was smirking at the both of us, almost like he was planning a prank on me.

Looking towards the less unnerving direction of Remus and Lily, who were sporting small smiles of their own, I take a breath before starting.

"You'd be surprised. Hogwarts is full of potential members on both sides. While most Death eaters are purebloods with sympathizer families, other talented students or neutral families are targeted as well. Severus Snape is a half-blood but his abilities with dark spell creation and potions were enough for them to look over that fact. They'd even considered Lily for a while."

The moment I said Snape's name, I could feel the mood shift. James brought Lily closer to him and Remus looked towards them, making sure she was ok. But once I mentioned Lily as a potential recruit, the concern shifted to anger.

"What would make those pratts ever think that Lily would say yes to them!" James shouts out, almost leaping out of his seat.

"I don't think her loyalty would be a problem to them," Remus says morosely. He looks up at me for confirmation, which I give in a shaky nod. Even as students, death eaters can be cruel.

"Luckily they backed off after she went out with James...Well not really, instead you're their enemy. Apparently, they're not fans of mixed-blood families." I end sarcastically, still perplexed by the stupidity of the other side.

"Wait, you mentioned both sides. What does that mean?" Peter pipes up, making my spine stiffen. If Peter ever found out his role in the order, I don't even want to imagine.

I feel a warm hand caress my shoulder blade, causing my breath to hitch. I know it's Sirius without even looking, I'm afraid to peek at him as I might be in danger of spontaneous combustion.

"Well, sometimes I'd point out potential recruits to Dumbledore," I say not wanting to continue, unfortunately, none of them seemed to get the hint as they wait for me to go on. "Other times he'd ask me to...monitor students that caught his eye."

"So which one were we?" Sirius asks keeping his tone light, "Dumbledore's pick...or yours?"

I brave a look, noticing a smirk on his face, similar to the one he had earlier.

"You four boys were Dumbledore's choice, while Lily and Marlene stood out to me," I reply, causing most of them to laugh.

"Were we not good enough to catch your attention?" Sirius asks jokingly, leaning slightly closer towards me.

I muster up enough courage to joke back at him, finding conversation with Sirius surprisingly pleasant. "I picked the girls to help keep you all in line."

The roar of laughter from the group is almost silent to me as Sirius' boisterous laugher seems to be the only thing I can hear.

"So how did you monitor us?"James asks, still laughing at Lily's smug look.

"Well...I have to apologize as I essentially had to stalk you." James' eyebrows raised in amusement. Even though I wanted to see Sirius' reaction, the fear of him disliking me was too strong. Even though we just met, I'd observed them all enough to start to care for them. Sirius isn't one to get personal, especially not with someone he just met. I wasn't expecting him to take it well. "It was for the safety of the Order. Don't worry I didn't tell Dumbledore anything embarrassing or illegal."

Again my tongue moves before my mind can think. They would have to be idiots to miss the fact that I know about their animagus forms.

Remus appears surprised, probably not expecting a stranger to learn about his furry little problem and keep quiet. On the other hand, James appears amused as ever.

"Well, your practically a Marauder then!" James laughs, not disturbed in the slightest.

I had completely forgotten the stupid name they'd given themselves in secret. As Order members, it was kind of cool, but as Hogwart students, I could only describe it as lame.

"No thanks, I couldn't handle one of your nicknames." I quip, remembering the odd names they'd given each other based on their furry counterparts.

"Well, now we have to give you one! What was it your cousin said your patrons is, a worm?" Sirius teases me, causing me to relax at his light tone. "Unfortunately, Wormy's already taken."

Thank goodness for that.

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So how the heck do the Avengers pay for stuff, and how rich are they?

So, in the wake of “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” There’s a lot of debate about why Sam didn’t seem to get paid well for his work in the Avengers (at least in the MCU continuity), and this has got me thinking: we’ve got no evidence that the Avengers are, financially, anything but a hot mess. So lets break it down, Avenger by Avenger, using real-world pay scales for the ones who have jobs.

Tony: a billionaire, so clearly he’s a financial genius, right? Well….. his actions say otherwise. He’s shown to be wildly irresponsible with his money. He inherited a lot of wealth form his parents which was managed by the first Jarvis, Obadiah, and Pepper for him, he buys and then gives away not just woks of art, but entire collections by major 20th century artists on a whim, destroyed his own cars and home without concern, he tanks the value of his own company in the first Iron Man with a bad press interview, gets kicked of his own bord of directors, and ultimately, in Iron Man 2, gives control of his company to Pepper. He’s insanely rich, and insanely smart, but man, he’s not smart with his money. So all the cool stuff, his suits, the Avengers tower, the facility up-state: that’s all paid for by him, but Pepper is holding the purse-stings. So, does he pay the others? We have no evidence for most of them… but we do with Spidey. Peter Parker is in the Stark Internship Program a euphemism to hide the fact he’s training and mentoring him as a super-hero, but I find the wording interesting: he refers to Spidey, his surrogate son and chosen heir, as an intern. I.E., Unpaid. I’m guessing this is Howard’s influence over him, some sort of ‘make you own way in the world, son’ attitude, but if he’s not paying Spidey, is he paying anyone else? He certainly pays for stuff super heroes suits and things, equipment, fuel, the base, but does he pay anyone a wage? No one ever mentions it. You think it would come up.

So, if he’s not paying them a wage, where do Avengers (and thier allies) get their day-to-day money from, and are they rich? Using google and https://www.federalpay.org, lets find out.

Cap: Well, before Civil war, he’s a shield operative, and he presumably still holds his military rank: he’s a US Army captain, with (well) over 40 years service, so USD$88,142.40 per year, with $237.71 drill pay (pay per drill you have to do on weekends, on leave or outside of normal service) and $175.00 per month hazard pay (which I bet is interesting) on top of that. As a WW2 veteran, he’d be eligible for a war pension if he:

Was not discharged for dishonorable reasons; and,

Served 90 days of active military duty; and,

Served at least one day during wartime ("wartime" as determined by the VA); and,

Had countable family income below a certain yearly limit; and,

Is age 65 years or older; or

Regardless of age is permanently disabled, not due to wilful misconduct.

As he’s still receiving 90k per year, he’s ineligible for a pension as his countable yearly income is above the limit. So if shield pays him in accordance with his rank and years of service, about $90, 600 per year incuding hazard pay.

After civil war, he’s a fugitive on the run, so presumably flat broke. I’d asume he gets his pension returened to him after the snap.

He’s also just gone from the 40’s to the present day, so 70 years of inflation probably makes buying things very confusing for him: everything would seem insanely expensive at first. He’d also not know what the correct prices are for anything invented after 45. You might get used to how much more expensive food and coffee is, but how much is a smart-phone worth? $200? $2000 $20000? Who knows? I bet the others have to facepalm a lot when he either refuses to pay for what he sees as clear price-gouging, and at the same time regularly pays insane amounts of money for goods and services because he doesn’t know better. He also has no known assets other than his pay: he rents an apartment making him one of the few American males in his age-group who isn’t a home-owner

Thor: Does Asgard even have currency? It’s depicted like a “Crystal spires and toga” type utopia with no poverty: even working class Asgardian’s like Scourge seem to be pretty well-off and want for nothing, so he’s from a post-scarcity society where actual magic is a thing. His “Another” coffee cup smashing and the fact he doesn’t have a computer of phone in Ragnarök might indicate that, no, he just doesn’t have, need or understand money. Splitting a bar tab with him must be a nightmare. His breakdown post snap indicates he’s got some cash, but not a huge amount, and is probably skiving of Valkyrie and the other Asgardians.

Banner: Okay, so a PhD could make you a lot of money from patents… in pharmacology or engineering. Theoretical physics? Not so good. And if Banner did have any patents, they’ve probably been seized under eminent domain by the US military. At the start of The Hulk film, he’s working a entry-level factory job at a botteling plant in Brazil. The minimum wage in Brazil is 1069.62 Real per month, that’s 12,835.44 Real per year, or around $2437.79 US per year, before everything goes wrong for him! He then runs off to India, works for Tony for a bit and then gets shot into space. Spidey may actually make more in allowance than Banner does, and Banner is a gown ass man with bills to pay: I’d imagine he loses a lot in ripped clothing.

Natasha and Barton: Pre Civil-war, both are government spooks, so how well does that pay? The salaries of CIA Intelligence Analysts based in the US range from $25,838 to $685,701 , with a median salary of $125,340, so let’s assume that Shield pays in a similar range: $685,701 per year for Director Fury, around 125,000 for Natasha and Cliff, which explains Cliff’s nice, middle-class mid-western home. Post civil war, presumably not great: we know that Natasha spends a lot of her savings running and hiding all across the world, and Cliff takes a deal and presumably lives of his savings, pension and his wife’s income.

Rhodes: Full USAF colonel with over 10 years service? $105,562.80 per year, plus $293.23 drill pay per drill and $175 per month hazard pay, and because he’s team Stark and not Team Cap in Civil War, he’d not lose any of that. He presumably also gets an injury pay-out after his accident. After T’challa and Stark, he might be the best paid avenger.

Dr Strange: spends all his money he made as a surgeon on trying to cure his hands: spends literally his last dollars heading to Nepal to train. Wong even jokes with him about their lack of worldly money when asking for a tuna-melt. But, can use illusion to make people think he has money, and his home and clothes etc. come with the job, so in the same boat as Thor in that he has no money, but needs none AKA, he’s a bastard to try and split a restaurant bill with.

Wanda and Vision: No know source of income, just sort of live in Tony’s hose and eat his food, and on top of that Wanda goes on the run after civil war… yet they can stay in fancy hotels in Edinburgh, a relatively expensive city, and Vison apparently bought them a house to retire in, so one of them has some source of money. Maybe Tony gave Vision years of back-pay form when he was still Jarvis, or maybe the vison has a day job, which is, frankly, hilarious. Could you imagine him as a barista? I can, and it makes me very happy.

Scott Lang: I’d assumed he’d be super, super broke, but apparently the average pay for a private security consultant in the Bay area is $85,430 per year. Not bad. Pity he gets sucked into the quantum realm just as his business is taking off, so presumably, flat broke again.

Bucky: no known income, and I doubt Hydra paid him for being the Winter Soldier so he probably has no savings, but he should, technically, qualify for a military pension. As a single veteran, he’d be eligible for federal tax-free pension of up to $1732 per month, or $20,784 tax free per year. Not much for someone who lives in NYC. He may also be eligible for medical benefits over the loss of his arm. Whether or not he got to see any of that money given how confused his life has been over the past 10 years is unclear, but on paper he’s eligible.

T’challa: He is, quite possibly, richer than Stark, and as an absolute monarch pays no tax and has access to his Nation’s vast wealth in vibanium. It’s good to be the king!

Captain Marvel: USAF captain, and a test pilot; the test pilot school only accepts applicants with a service length of less than 9 years 6 months (10 years six moths of helicopters) as they don’t want older applicants. With 8 years service, $79,538.40, plus drill pay and hazard. However, no know (human) pay since 1990. Flat broke.

Guardians of the Galaxy: no data, but I’m assuming “Cowboy Bebop” levels of perpetual never-ending poverty given the way they choose to live. I’d also assume Rocket has taken all their cash into some sort of Ponzi scheme of his own creation, because just look at him, of course he has.

Spidey: he’s got about $10 of his aunts’ money at any given time, so he can buy lunch… which may in fact be more than Banner or Lang, and we know it’s more that Strange or Thor.

So, here the big one: how rich or how broke is Sam?

Sam Wilson: annoyingly, we’re not directly told what rank Sam held in any MCU film. USAF pararescue “Maroon berets” are generally NCO’s (but there’ are officer-ranked pararescue) , and he’s seen working on his wings at one point, where as officers don’t generally work on or maintain airframes. He’s shown wearing a Nation Air guard grey while jogging at one point to confuse the matter further. The general consensus on redit is he’s a former USAF tech sergeant (E-6). But how long was he in the air force? With six years service (the minimum sensible time he could have served to work in pararescue based on his age), that would be $41,464.80 per year, plus drill pay and hazard. As Anthony Mackie, the actor that plays him, was 36 as of Civil War, and assuming the character is the same age, and assuming he retired from the air force that year, and he joined the USAF at 17, the youngest you can join, he’d have served 19 years, giving him a pay of $51,566.40, the maximum pay you can get at this rank before promotion to Master Sergent, but meaning he left just before he’d qualify for the 50% final salary pension you’d qualify for after 20 years. Which seems weird. So let’s assume the character is one year older than the actor that plays him and served 20 years (ages 17-37), that means Sam has a military pension of $25,783.20 per year (20,784 of it tax-free), plus any injury benefits. He councils other veterans, but doesn’t get paid for that. He also chooses Team Cap in Civil War, so would become a wanted criminal, and so lose his income between 2016 and 2018, and then gets snapped and has no income for 5 years, which would destroy his credit rating. Like the rest of Team Cap, he presumably gets his post snap pardon, and goes to work for the US government at his former pay and rank. However, given how Captain John Walker treats him as an equal, it’s possible he’s been promoted to a captain when the hired back, giving him a pay of between $54,176.40 to $88,142.40 (with 20 years experience, depending on if they take into account his prior service or not, and how much prior service he has), but either way, he’s just starting this as a new job after being legally dead for 5 years: no savings, and no credit.

Commercial fishing vessels cost about 10% of their total value per year in maintenance alone. I can’t identify what sort of boat the Wilson’s have, but some quick googling indicates that the cheapest 15m long wooden in-shore shrimp trawler costs around $140,000, so that’s $14,000 per year in maintenance costs alone, minimum. And that’s a lower estimate, assuming the rest of the business is sound, which we know it isn’t.

So, in concussion, yes, Sam is in some serious financial trouble until he can re-build his savings and credit, but the scary bit is he’s not alone in that: he’s probably better off than Lang, Banner, Danvers, Strange, Thor, Bucky, Wanda and Parker. Only Clint (if he gets a full pardon and gets his full pension), Rhodes, Stark and T’challa aren’t in some sort of potential financial problems. That asshole bank teller was right: despite the fact it seems to pay well on paper, with a few exceptions, the Avengers financials are probibaly a mess. EDIT: Rocket is running the Ponzi scheme, if that’s not clear from context. The others know they have money somewhere, but not where it’s gone. And It’s been pointed out to me that as he’s technically a POW while he’s the Winter Soldier, Bucky is owed over 70 years back-pay, equal to over 3 million dollars, details in the notes.

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