Hey! Do You Think You Could Do One Where Derek Hale And The Reader Are Watching A Scary Movie But The

Detention

Marauders. Wolfstar mainly. 

Warnings: smoking, fighting 

Pure fluff

A/N I have been seriously lacking for ideas for these one shots so please please if you have ideas let me know cause I would love to write them. I'm trying to post some one shots  for many different fandoms such as Marauders, Harry Potter, Marvel, Six of Crows and Merlin so if you have ideas or requests for any one shots with characters in those fandoms I would be happy to write them! And I am happy to write x Reader as well! :)

"I hate you all," Remus grumbled, buried in one of his jumpers, leaning back in his uncomfortable and far too small chair.

"How were we supposed to know Professor Binns was going to be just around the corner!" Sirius defended, just as grouchy as the Lycanthrope.

"Come on guys, don't fight," Peter budged in, still half asleep.

"Yeah, none of us are happy to be here and arguing isn't going to help," James agreed.

The four teenage boys had been dragged out of bed and into an empty, old, small classroom for a Saturday Detention.

"Surely you should be more upset Prongs, you're missing the Quidditch game," Remus pointed out.

James groaned in response. "I know, this sucks,"

Sirius grumbled something to himself and turned away from them all.

"Something to say, Padfoot?" Remus asked condescendingly.

"Shut up, Remus, this was your idea as well it's not all my fault that we're stuck in here!"

"You're the one who didn't check the map when he was supposed to!" Remus stood up, the lack of sleep and the upcoming full moon doing nothing to keep in his temper. "If you had done your job none of us would be in here!"

"If you had used your stupid werewolf senses for any good you could have heard Professor Binns!"

"Alright!" James bellowed louder than the two. "That's enough! You're frightening poor Pete," indeed Peter was in the corner with his hands over his ears. "Now if you can't talk to each other with any compassion then be quiet and talk after you've both calmed down,"

James left no room for negotiation so Remus and Sirius turned away from each other, Remus reading and Sirius quietly muttering to himself.

The hours dragged by and the boys all cursed Professor Binns for making them stay in detention for three hours. At the end Peter was braiding Sirius' hair for practise, James was lying upside-down on his desk and Remus was still reading, curling himself up and ignoring all of them.

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When the third hour struck on the clock all the boys silently got up and walked out. James went to find the Quidditch team and ask them about the game, Sirius couldn't care less and went to the courtyard to smoke, Peter went after James and Remus went back to his dorm, curling up in his bed and reading again.

"James Potter where the hell were you?!" Marlene bellowed, upset with the Seeker.

"Detention," James replied sheepishly, not wanting to make her any madder. "How'd the game go?"

"Barter is not a good fill in Seeker, we lost by a long run," Marlene hit him up the head and kept walking with him, ruffling Peter's hair.

"Why'd you get a detention this time?"

"Got caught in a prank by Professor Binns," Peter sighed, all students knowing how strict Binns was. "Detention was horrible, three hours of Sirius and Remus sending each other harsh glares and arguing,"

Marlene gave him her sympathies, asking where both young lovers were now.

"Sirius is probably somewhere smoking, Remus is probably reading in the dorm or library,"

"Probably the dorm," James added. "He thinks the library is too crowded on weekends,"

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Sirius stepped on his finished cigarette, extinguishing the sparks. He sighed, running his hands over his face, feeling bad for the argument with Remus.

Remus heard the door open but didn't bother to look up to see who it is, assuming it was Peter.

He felt his bed sink down and started to turn his head. Before he saw who was on his bed, he felt two arms wrapping around him and soft kisses being pressed into his shoulder blades. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius in turn.

"'M sorry, know the full moons making you antsy, should've been nicer," Sirius mumbled into his chest, pulling himself as close to Sirius as possible.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have snapped," Remus kissed Sirius' head.

They silently lazed there in each others arms, Sirius pressing kisses to Remus' chest and Remus kissing Sirius' head.

"What book are you reading?" Sirius asked quietly.

So Remus started off about his new book, talking about the characters and plot with deep thought and analysation. Sirius listened to every word, paying extra attention so he could discuss the book with him on another day closer to the full moon to distract him from the pain.

Remus slowly fell asleep, words about his new book turning into quiet mumbles.

Sirius smiled softly at his sleeping form, brushing his hair away from his face - which needed a cut - and kissing his cheek, laying there in his sleeping arms.

And when Peter and James walked in to check on Remus, they both knew to silently walk out and leave the two to their lazy afternoon, wrapped in each other.

Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

Bestfriendsdad!Steve would take such good care of me I can feel it 😩

he really would 😩 can you imagine how spoiled you would be ‘cause he would just be like “just lie back, princess. let me make you feel good, yeah? you’ve had such a long day.” before he’s between your legs giving you beard burn but he’s also so gentle with his tongue ugh

Quite a caring bunch of boys

Request: Could I request poly marauders helping reader through a fainting episode? I have a fainting condition so my boyfriend has to help me with it at least 3 times a week 😕 just like the boys reassuring her and keeping others away because this is normal for them?

Word count: 977

Warnings/Content: fainting, dizziness, drinking (non-alcoholic), fluff, poly!marauders, gender-neutral reader (I think, let me know if there are any slip-ups), let me know if there are any more warnings I need to add.

Pairing: James potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, sirius black x reader, wolfstar

A/N: I want to thank the anon that requested this so much for being willing to give me more information so I could write this accurately. <333

You had just left Transfiguration and were now dawdling on your way to charms with your three rowdy boyfriends. The Transfiguration lesson had been hands-on and quite exciting. You’d been transfiguring rabbits into poufs and Sirius, James, and Remus, all highly gifted in transfiguration, were arguing lightly over whose pouf had been the best. It was quite obviously Sirius’s as he had made his elaborately colored and embroidered. James hadn’t been trying his hardest so his pouf still had fur when he was done, which he claimed was intentional.

Walking quickly became harder and forced you to put in twice the effort as your head began to swim. Your breathing became slow and your feet began to drag on the flagstones. You knew the signs and stopped to lean against the stone wall of the hall, praying one of the three boys had noticed your absence. As you opened your eyes You saw them still conversing and laughing loudly.

“Re-Remus,” you said with as much force as you could, knowing he had the best hearing out of the three and would hear you over the commotion. Remus’s head snapped around and found you immediately. He rushed over to you, quickly pressing two callused fingers to the pulse point under your jaw.

“Can I help you lay down, love?” Sirius murmured in a soft voice that was in stark contrast to his booming laughter just a moment ago. He knew how uncomfortable it made you when people would watch and comment while you were in such a vulnerable state. You nodded as best you could at his question.

Sirius’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and shoulder, his hand cupping the back of your neck. He slowly lowered you to the ground just as your knees gave out. As your vision faded to black the last thing you heard was James shouting at onlooking students to get to class or he’d give them detention for a month.

***

Your eyelids fluttered as you regained consciousness. You kept them shut for a bit as you adjusted to your surroundings. Your head was in someones lap and a hand was softly stroking your forehead and cheek. You opened your eyes to find Sirius gazing at you from where he sat next to you. You looked up and saw that you were layed in Remus’s lap.

“Gave us quite a scare, darling,” Sirius said with a kind smile. The halls had cleared except for the three of you which brought on confusion.

“Where,” you cleared your throat to speak a bit clearer, “Where’s James?”

“Ran to get apple juice from the kitchen,” Sirius supplied.

“Should be back soon with those long legs of his,” Remus added.

“You’re one to talk, Moony,” Sirius quipped causing you to chuckle and cough a bit because of the weird angle. Remus helped you sit up and maneuvered himself so you could sit in between his legs and against his chest. Remus rubbed your arms up and down soothingly while you watched Sirius flip his wand around in his elegant hands.

Soon loud and fast footsteps echoed through the hall alerting the three of you to James’s return. He was running with the goblet of juice outstretched in front of him as he tried not to spill it. He slowed down as he got closer to you and squatted down in front of you, placing the goblet in your hands. He panted a bit as he regained a handle on his breathing.

You sipped the sugary juice slowly as the three boys conversed and joked, doing wonderfully to fulfill your request that they make you feel normal and don’t make you feel invalid after a fainting spell. You finished the large goblet and were beginning to feel your strength return.

“I’m ready to go,” you stated at a lull in the conversation. They all murmured in agreement and James helped you up from the floor as Sirius did the same for Remus. Remus’s trick hip always made it a bit hard for him to get up from sitting on the floor, the reminder of this fact caused you to cringe in guilt that you’d made him do something that made him hurt.

“Hey,” Remus said firmly when he noticed your face, “don’t give me that face, poppet, It only hurts a bit, and I am happy to help my wonderful lover any time, Okay?” Your face contorted into a pout, yet you nodded in agreement to his statement. Remus places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered a soft “I love you” against your skin.

To which you responded, “I love you too Remus, and thank you, all of you.”

Sirius smiled at this and grabbed both his and your school bags and slung them over his shoulder. James slipped his arm around your waist causing you to have to let him bear the majority of your weight.

“Y’know I can walk myself right?” You joked as you leaned against James’s side even more.

“I know, doll, but the color hasn’t fully returned to your face and I just want to make sure you’re okay and--”

“I’m only joking, James,” you say as you look up at his worry etched face. The worry melts away as he snorts at your antics and continues walking to charms with his arm around you. “Thank you though, for worrying,” you say seriously.

“It’s what I do best my love,” James says sternly, causing the four of you to all fall into fits of laughter. Though the fainting spells worried them, having a routine to deal with them helped both them and you embrace it as part of you, and it never took too long to get back to your joking and adventurous normal.

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Not What It Looks Like

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like

summary/request: “omg i just read your blog and had a read through your masterlist. you’re a fab writer! 👏🏼 if you like the trope could you do there’s only one bed with jesper. thanks!”

warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual activity

word count: 2.5k

A/N: i’m so close to writing a p2 for this omfg

READ PART TWO HERE

“What are you doing?” Jesper questioned, his voice consuming the silence that once occupied the main floor of the Slat.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/N jumped like a startled deer, dropping the pillow in her hands. Everyone had long since headed upstairs to their bedrooms, hopeful for a good night’s rest. But not her - she was delegated to the main floor, destined to spend the night on a lumpy broken couch.

“Making a bed for myself,” she bluntly replied, picking up the pillow and laying it on top of the makeshift bed of partially moth eaten quilts. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

“Why?”

“Kaz won’t let me use my room. Something about needing to survey the street below.”

Jesper crossed his arms and closely watched her as she worked. “So you’re sleeping down here?”

“Don’t want to be a bother to anybody. This couch isn’t that horrible,” Y/N trailed off, her gaze flitting to the sunken couch, the wooden frame practically jutting out of the fabric.

“No, literally stop,” Jesper scolded, reaching forward and snatching the pillow from the couch. “You can stay in my room.”

Y/N gripped the other edge of the pillow again, giving a sharp yank. “Jes, we all know how you need your beauty sleep. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Shut up, seriously. You’re sleeping with me.”

“Jes-”

“Nope, nopity nope. C’mon,” Jesper chided, scooping up the blankets and pillow in one fell swoop.

Y/N crossed her arms, half-heartedly arguing her case. “I could always room with Inej or Nina.”

Jesper scoffed, laughing lightly. “Saints, no - trust me on this one, darling. Nina snores in her sleep, Matthias told me but don’t repeat it or she might stop our hearts. And Inej sleeps with a knife under her pillow so there’s always the risk of-” Jesper raised one hand into the air and quickly jabbed it downward,“during the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Y/N questioned, voice wavering slightly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, mentally evaluating her options. It would be a lie to say the idea of sleeping in a bed wasn’t tempting. The frumpy couch wasn’t exactly… appealing.

“Not at all,” Jesper insisted, a dopey grin playing upon his lips.

Smiling herself, she gathered up her things and followed Jesper, who toted the quilts in his arms, up the rickety staircase. It felt odd, heading to the north side of the Slat that faced towards the harbor as her room lay on the South side. Soon they entered a dimly lit hallway, the only sound being faint snores.

Staring at Jesper’s back, Y/N wondered why he’d offered. They’d never completely seen eye to eye, constantly poking each other’s buttons - more like giving sharp jabs - on missions. They weren’t enemies, but rather disagreed as much as casual acquaintances possibly could without ruining a mission. She was sure this now was a friendly gesture - helping out a fellow Dreg in need. But quickly an alternate, more foreign, thought rose to the surface, begging to the Saints for hope that it wasn’t just friendly - but something more. The thought was desperately suppressed, buried into the back of her dark mind.

Jesper abruptly coming to a stop and rifling through his pocket for the key, snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. Unlocking the door, he softly pushed it open, careful to not make too loud of a sound.

“Home sweet home,” he announced, stepping inside and immediately walking over towards the small cot in the corner.

For a moment, Y/N allowed her eyes to survey the room, taking in all the little details that seemed to scream Jesper. The layout was nearly an exact copy of hers - a cot, a window, a dresser with a mirror. But Jesper’s room was hectic, clothes thrown everywhere, a stack of cups on a small stand next to several empty boxes that once housed bullets. A small smile crept onto her face as she noticed his prized pearl handled revolvers, sitting upon a red velvet cushion on top of his dresser.

She could still remember the night he’d snatched it in the middle of a job. Kaz had paired them up and they had unfortunately but expectedly run late. In the midst of running through a mansion, Jesper thought it was of the utmost importance to grab the cushion. And of course, she had cursed him for it.

“Good memories, huh?” Jesper questioned, glancing over his shoulder as he tugged blankets off his bed.

Y/N smirked slightly, running the tips of her fingers over the silver embroidered edge of the pillow. “Of course, if you consider me calling you names enjoyment.”

“I believe you called me spectacular.”

“A spectacularly stupid ass, to be precise.”

“You’ve always had a charming way with words,” Jesper replied with a wink, unceremoniously dropping a pillow and blankets on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping on the floor so you can have the bed,” he responded rather blandly, as if it was to be expected.

“No, absolutely not,” Y/N replied, almost in a scolding manner. “In the morning you’ll only whine about it and I’ll be scolded. We can share.” She quickly crossed the room, eyes trained anywhere other than Jesper’s.

“Fine,” he groaned, as though this were a form of torture, but Y/N swore she saw a cocky grin, just for a second.

Together they descended into silence, placing their pillows and rolling out the blankets. Each moment was tense, Y/N being acutely aware of Jesper’s gaze that kept flickering up to examine her face. The intensity made her heart race, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand.

It was only when the bed was made, covers thrown back, that the anxiety lept to the surface, overtaking her mind. The little details, things she’d normally overlook, now felt tenfold; the way sharp cold gusts rushed in through the open window, the way the Slat was so quiet that she could hear each inhale Jesper took. For a second, she just drowned in how overwhelming it all was.

But that feeling was shattered when Jesper kicked off his shoes and with his back to her, pulled his shirt over his head. Desperately, she tried to look at anything other than Jesper and his bare back, lean muscles flexing. The floor was suddenly certainly interesting and she allowed her gaze to follow the lines of the wood grain, until Jesper slipped into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a flourish.

Kicking off her own shoes, she too slipped into bed, careful to avoid meeting Jesper’s gaze as she settled in. The cot was tiny to say the least. Meant for one person, the two of them were squished together. Y/N shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it seemed as though every inch of her body was pressed against Jesper.

“Could you scoot over?” She furiously whispered as she tried to find a comfortable spot.

“I’m on the edge,” Jesper replied, rolling over to face her.

“Well I don’t have any room!”

In the process of wriggling around, trying to make room, the bed squeaked painfully loudly, making both of them wince.

“If you keep making so much noise, someone is going to think we’re sleeping together,” Jesper teasingly complained, a smug grin on his face as he rested one arm behind his head.

Y/N’s jaw dropped open and she scrambled for something to say. “Don’t make this into something it’s not!”

“I’m not!” Jesper exclaimed defensively, gazing at her sharply, a smirk still etched onto his face. “You were the one that started acting all weird about me taking my shirt off.”

“I… I was not!”

Jesper raised one eyebrow sarcastically as he silently questioned her. The smug smirk on his face transformed into a knowing grin as he allowed his gaze to shamelessly scan her face. Embarrassment rose up inside of her like a wave, sending a rush of warmth flushing onto her face. A thick silence ensued as the two simply stared at one another.

In the darkness of the room, she could faintly make out his handsome features, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window. His curly hair softly blew in the frigidly cold breeze from the harbor. As her gaze slowly roamed his face, focusing on the silly grin on his face, she felt her heart do little flip-flops in her chest. It left her breathless, heart pounding insanely quickly.

Without a second thought, she rolled over so she faced the window instead of Jesper. However, she allowed her mind to swim in those feelings of butterflies. She’d felt them before; firstly when she was still a girl in school, fawning over a classmate that was especially kind and gifted her a pencil when she was in need of one. Now she was feeling those feelings tossing and turning in her gut again. Part of her was horrified, now knowing somewhere along the line she’d developed a crush on the sharpshooter. But was it really that odd? Another part of her expected it, unconsciously knowing those feelings were lurking, waiting to be found.

Y/N closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to fall upon her soon, but Jesper’s hands constantly jumping around like startled animals kept her wide awake.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned with a groan, glancing over her shoulder.

“Can I?” Jesper motioned putting an arm over her, a soft smile on his face, “I’m used to sleeping with a pillow.”

Before she could even think, Y/N found herself nodding, giving in to the part of her brain that went haywire whenever Jesper spoke. Casually, he draped his arm around her middle, softly pulling her a bit closer to him. It took every bit of Y/N’s being to keep her heart from bursting as it hammered in her chest. In that quiet room, all she could focus on was every little movement from Jesper; the way his arm would tighten around her, how his warm breath fanned across the back of her neck. It was all so intense, but not the type that ensued panic. For lack of a better word, Y/N found it nice.

Jesper was like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day, a steaming cup of tea during the flu season. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, relishing in the peaceful feeling. Behind her, Jesper too was drifting off, his breathing growing deep and leveling out.

When he’d pull her closer in his sleep, a sense of anxiety rose up within Y/N, but it was quickly chased away by the knowledge that this was right. She couldn’t exactly explain it, but there was a pull deep within her soul proclaiming that this was exactly where she belonged.

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Y/N was awoken in the morning by the sounds of the other Dregs stirring awake, stomping down the hallway to head downstairs for breakfast. But she didn’t dare move from where she lay.

Jesper’s arm was still tucked around her, firmly holding her against his chest. His head was nuzzled into her neck, his warm breath making her skin tingle and hair softly flutter. It felt so immensely peaceful, as though everything in the world had stopped just for them. The steady rise and fall of Jesper’s chest tempted Y/N to close her eyes and drift off back to sleep.

It was foolish to even consider, but she wanted to stay there far into the late morning hours. Nothing sounded more splendid than staying in that warm bed, feeling the nipping Kerch breeze wash over her as birds chirped outside. Ketterdam was always quietest in the mornings - the pigeons were gone, back on their tourist boats, and everyone else seemed reluctant to wake.

Softly the door to Jesper’s tiny room creaked open and Nina’s voice came in through the crack, “Kaz wants you downstairs, Jes.” Without thinking, Y/N let out a squeak which Nina obviously heard. “Y/N?”

Nina flung open the door and strode into the room, hands on her hips and a wicked smirk on her face. “Well, well, well - when did this start happening?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to wiggle out from Jesper’s grasp but he just firmly pulled her back into place. He groaned softly in his sleep, burying his face into her neck.

“All I know is you two certainly look… cozy.”

“I couldn’t sleep in my own room,” Y/N furiously whispered, eyes ablaze as she desperately tried to explain. “Jesper offered for me to sleep in here.”

Nina raised her eyebrows and continued her teasing, “And so that requires cuddling?”

Y/N felt as though she was dying from embarrassment. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and hide, but Jesper kept her firmly in place, pressed against his chest.

“Please don’t tell the others.”

“They’ll still find out,” Nina scolded, crossing her arms.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“How would they know?”

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They knew. It was painfully obvious that all of their friends knew the moment Jesper and Y/N trudged down the staircase. Jesper had that adorable yet annoying smug grin on his face, as though he’d won some sort of prize. Y/N kept her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to meet her friends’ inquisitive gazes.

Kaz wore a cocky smirk on his face as he picked through the scrambled eggs on the table before him. Raising one eyebrow, he said, “Sleep well?”

“Great,” Y/N bluntly replied, taking a seat next to Nina. Silently she prayed that he wouldn’t question further. The last thing she needed was being teased over her not so little crush.

“You weren’t on the couch,” Kaz prompted, digging for more information. His eyes twinkled with mischief as his gaze flickered between her and Jesper, who was rubbing at his eyes.

Nina leaned over dramatically towards Y/N, reaching across to steal an extra waffle. When she pulled away, she wrinkled her nose. “Saints, Y/N! Please tell me you didn’t use Jesper’s cologne - it’s certainly not your scent.”

Y/N casually let her chin drop, nose angling towards her shoulder. She did smell like Jesper - an intoxicating blend of cinnamon, spice, and Ketterdam smoke. It sent her heart jumping into her throat and she sent a quick glare to Nina who cheekily smiled.

Inej’s fork clattered to the plate as her gaze whipped between Y/N and Jesper, the latter of which had a faint red tint upon his cheeks. Her jaw slightly dropped as she exclaimed, “You didn’t!”

“They definitely did,” Kaz chuckled with a snort.

Jesper choked on his coffee, eyes growing wide as did Y/N’s. “I didn’t sleep with her- well I did, but not in that way.”

Kaz comically raised both eyebrows, letting out a little hum of disbelief.

Both protested, “It’s not what it looks like!”

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Thunder [Gally]

Gally x fem! reader

Summary: The reader is afraid of thunders so Gally helps her with that. Kinda

Word count: 306

Warnings: none

Gally felt uncomfortable when your legs entangled with his under the covers. It was more than obvious that Gally had never experienced sleeping next to someone, so that gesture made him uncomfortable.

He tried to pull away a little, but you clung to his shirt and he gave up.

There were thunders at the glade and you could even see the sky light up from the lightning. You jumped up as thunder struck very close to the place where you were sleeping; you walked over to the boys’ sleeping area and, kicking Gally lightly, asked him to let you sleep with him

“It’s just a thunder, go back to sleep” he told you with no intention of leaving you a space next to him. However he noticed the fear in your eyes and clucking his tongue he made you some you space. “I guess we can sleep together just for tonight.”

You nodded and that’s where Gally knew he had made a mistake cuz immediately after you had fallen asleep, your whole body began to move closer to his and therefore invading his personal space. It didn’t bother him at all cause the contact felt good, but the feeling of sharing his things with someone else seemed a little awkward to him.

“Well” he said in a whisper “I guess everything mine is yours now.”

Then he felt the need to put one of his arms over your shoulders and another over your waist in a protective embrace, deciding that he would be there to take care of you always.

Your body was able to relax and soon the uncomfortable feeling was gone. You smiled between dreams and squeezed his body even tighter with yours.

Yeah, Gally could get used to that for the rest of his life.

Being A Singer Who Is Part Of The Marvel Cast

Pairing: Marvel Cast x reader

Prompt: What it’s like to be a singer who is also a Marvel actress.

Warnings: none! This isn’t really a teen!reader, but it can be!

Side note: I’m using Ari’s music, so just pretend you’re Ari or something😂😂 Should I write imagines about this?

(Ya’ll already know I had to use my bby Ari😌)

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Being a singer and joining the MCU was actually quite nerve wracking.

You weren’t sure if anyone would take you seriously and that everyone would just see you as some singer who got casted into the movie because you were well known.

In fact, Kevin Feige casted you because you represented the character you were auditioning for so well.

You remember your first day on set and how nervous you were to be surrounded by so many talented actors. You kept to yourself and sat by the sidelines while everyone reunited with each other.

I feel like Mark or Robert might come up to you first. They would probably approach you and be all like, “Hey! My kids listen to your music and I have to listen to your voice 24/7! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Anthony would probably join in and be like, “Aye, I know you from the radio. You sing that one song that’s goes like, ‘I want it, I got it’. Right?”

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the nerve of them — poly!marauders

includes: angst ig? a huge fight, slapping, degradation, reader not being into it while the rest are clueless, leading up to smut, but obviously no smut.

An unwanted straggler with no home or a family.

A big mouthed child trapped in the body of a fucking oaf.

And a loner that clung onto a faux aura of mystery to hide how lonely he truly was.

These three were the people spewing insults at you all at once, degrading you to the point of no return. It was an enjoyable kink for the most part, but now your patience was wearing thin.

Who were they to call you such names? One look in the mirror should have granted them enough self awareness as to know who should stay silent and who should be the one in control.

Being in a relationship with the three of them was a dream, but it was quickly turned upside down in moments like these. Maybe it was because you had a shitty day, which was partially caused by your boyfriends. You started off the day like normal, heading off to breakfast with a cup of iced coffee in your hands.

Your peaceful walk to class was turned into a nightmare the second you felt someone pull up close to your ear and whisper, “are you really that much of a whore? Wearing these short skirts around and flaunting what is mine?”

The delivery was so sudden and harsh that not only did you spill your coffee all over your sweater, but you quickly turned around to almost spit in the face of the offender. It was Sirius. Of course it was Sirius. One of the harshest and horniest doms you had ever come in contact with. Angry to the point of seeing red, you snapped at him. “Get the fuck out of my face, what’s wrong with you?”

The asshole mistook your genuine anger as brattiness and soon ⅓ of his gang followed. Remus took in the scene before him and let out a sigh. His disappointment only sent you further down your road of rage, not understanding why he was sighing like a grandpa off his inhaler when he was clueless to the context of the situation. “What happened?” Remus asked Sirius. He completely ignored your presence making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents. “She’s being a brat Rem.” Sirius borderline whined as he said this, but of course Remus being the dick rider that he was, didn’t call him out on his bad behaviour.

Turning his glare onto you, he demanded you apologize at once. You tried letting your side of the story be heard. Sirius had snuck up on you, called you a whore and effectively ruined a perfectly good morning. There was no point in you trying to be “good” for them anymore seeing as they would go to the ends of the Earth to create problems where there weren’t any.

You had an ego that was not willing to be stomped on today for the sake of two arrogant boys with their heads stuck too far up their own asses to see sunlight. Instead of saying sorry, you splashed the remnants of your coffee all over Sirius’ white shirt. Drowning him in the brown coloured liquid, just like he did you.

The looks on their faces made you feel a lick of satisfaction. Remus had his eyes blown wide open, ready to fall out of his head. Sirius on the other hand was standing frozen with his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly used his fingers to wipe the drops of cold coffee that splashed onto his face and then his frighteningly cold gaze was turned onto you. Before he had the chance to say something you made your exit, turning on your heel and leaving where you came from. The boys made no move to follow and you were relieved.

Thankfully, your schedule for today was set up in a way that allowed you to spend more time away from them. This is what you needed, some peace and quiet. Of course you weren’t completely off the hook considering that you had your last class with James, who would by now know of the events that took place in the morning. It made you shake uneasily, knowing to expect some taunting remarks about your “bratty” behaviour.

That entire class was spent with James making you worry about the punishment they had in store for you later. He was mocking you, playing with your head and telling you just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into.

You steadily ignored him. Treating James’ consistent blabbering as white noise instead of something legible was the smartest move. The clock moved faster than you had wanted it to and soon you were being led up the boys dormitories by a grinning James. He found amusement in your plight.

As soon as you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Remus and Sirius laying on the shared bed in a nonchalant sort of matter. You knew they were playing it cool to make you nervous, but instead you felt rage.

Clearly very poorly concealed rage seeing as soon you were on sirius’ lap as he squished your cheeks together. The boy went straight to mocking you as finding no point in playing nice. You were to be punished, in his opinion. Not listened to, or understood. In this moment you were to be spanked and fucked until all coherent thoughts left your brain.

“You fucking slut, did you really think you would get away with all that?” he spat, eyes turning dark. He was a sight to see. All furrowed eyebrows and harsh lines. Lips turned down in a scowl as he regarded you with nothing but, what in your irate state was, hate. “Fuck you.” you spat back equally as harsh. Remus scoffed and James quirked an eyebrow at your tone. Sirius was fed up and you saw his hand raise to smack you, but you beat him to it. A hard slap was delivered straight to his cheek, stinging your palm.

There were three harsh intakes of breath from each respective boyfriend as your actions sunk in. Sirius’ head was snapped to the side at your display of aggression. Finally you were giving him the same medicine he often feeds you. The silence ended as you reiterated your previous statement. “I said Fuck you.”

“For someone who claims to be as smart as you do, you really are a lost little boy. What are you? Fucking stupid? Huh, Sirius? I’ve told you, the three of you actually, time and time again today that I am not in the mood. The fact that you daft whores still haven’t understood that yet is just...beyond me.

Spilling coffee all over me to degrading me instead of apologizing like a normal person would. This is what you’re “punishing” me for? Go fuck yourselves the lot of you.

If you’re going to insult me at least, attempt to sound mature about it. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of horny 12 year old boys who just learned how to curse. If you can’t fuck me nice, please try not to sound so ridiculous when you’re degrading me. God, can you ever do anything right? It’s embarrassing at this point.”

Your outburst was finished as the three of them stared at you in silence. Sirius was lightly clutching his slowly reddening cheek, serves him right, as your chest heaved. It was clear to them how much they fucked up. Communication being something that was basically non-existence during this entire ordeal up till now.

Before they could utter a rushed apology you packed your shit and left. They could chase you and beg if they really wanted your attention that bad. It never was your style to let stray dogs in just like that. You preferred to make them work for it.

A/N: Let us kick off autumn season with everyone’s favourite pirate! This Imagine is based on requests from @manymanycupsoftea and two anons. This is probably not entirely historically accurate or more than a fluffy piece of even more fluff but… Have fun! 🎃😋

Words: 1913 Warnings: fluff, anxiety (fear of thunderstorms)

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Visible Mark - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Being Bucky and Steve’s best girl feels too good to be true. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), feels, slight angst, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU! This is follow up to Visible Mark. Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics!

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A part of yourself shut down as your eyes went to the floor. You felt your walls quickly build inside you, trying to shield and protect you from the inevitable blow. Of course, something wasn’t right. Things that felt too good to be true were too good to be true. 

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