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"oh, don't give me that attitude," steve spoke roguishly with a grin on his face, one of his hands gently tugging on the end of your hair from behind you.
you whined in reaction. "hey! that hurts, you know," you glanced over your shoulder to face him.
steve's smirk only grew, his fingers still lingering on the clump of hair. "i barely even touched it, sweetheart."
you scoffed. "oh, right, so i suppose the sky is purple as well?"
"no, the sky is blue," he teased back, this time tugging just a bit harder on your hair.
"ow!" you yelped at his persistent yanking. "i swear to god, steve!" you attempted to sound threatening, but the giggle that escaped your throat said otherwise.
steve shook his head, somewhat amused by your over-exaggerations. "oh, stop. it doesn't even hurt that bad," he retorted, still pinching your hair between his fingers.
you shot him a glare. "want me to start ripping your hair out?"
'i'm not ripping your hair out,' steve wanted to say, but he knew better than to argue with your choice of words. he'd tried it once before, and it sure didn't end with rainbows and butterflies.
instead, he held up his free hand in surrender. "okay, okay, don't do that," he blurted, his clutch loosening just a little bit.
"that's what i thought," you smiled to yourself and turned back around, resuming on what you were doing before all the banter.
a moment of quiet passed before you heard steve's voice from behind you in a mumble followed by a flick on the back of your head, "it still didn't even hurt."
your jaw dropped when you heard his nearly incoherent murmur and the flick on your head caused you to spin around and try to reach for his hair to tug at like he did to you, only you were really trying to get him.
he blocked your hands by grabbing your wrists, smiling like a child. he only did something again because he wanted to push your buttons—and because he liked the smile that appeared on your lips when he messed with you, even though you denied ever smiling during the situation when he mentioned he liked it.
by the time you began growing frustrated with not being able to reach him, he surprised you by jolting his head forward into a ludic kiss against your lips.
although feeling shocked at first, you easily relaxed into it, feeling your frustration melt off your body like steam from a hot bath. your arms quickly went limp as steve continued to hold them up by your wrists, until he let go and traced a different path to the sides of your neck. your arms found their familiar way over his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to his body.
you withdrew begrudgingly, steve trying to chase your lips like a puppy, almost desperately not wanting it to be over yet. you smiled warmly, your eyes lidded in your new ditzy mood.
synopsis — in which mark falls for the new comic book store employee who matches his nerd [ and he hopes his freak too :3 ] and realizes he wants that effing cookie SO BADD.
warnings — super duper self indulgent! mark being mark, mention of blood like once. sappiness overload RAHHHH. not proofread.
w.c — 2.1 k.
a/n — this is part 1 btw, the second part's gonna be focused y'all's relationship. this is SO SO SLEF INDULGENT LMAO. i am that annoying little fly that keeps buzzing when it comes to my interests, my ass keeps going, "holy shit is that xyz reference???" :0 like GIRL STOP PULLING THESE REFERENCES OUT YO ASS 🤓 if you're like this too just know i think you're super based and awesomesauce gang :D BE ANNOYING ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS!! it's honestly so refreshing, anyways :p lemme know what you think of this!
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READ PART [ 2 ] HERE.
it was another normal ordinary day, he was just binging the new volumes of seance dog in his favorite little comic book store because being a superhero leaves no time for that, thank god he has some time off.
it was another normal ordinary day, that is until you walked in.
well more like look insanely good behind that cash register.
he asks himself, mind racing a mile a minute, how has he never noticed you before? are you a new employee? why the hell is his heart beating so fast? are you single?
the moment he sees you smile at some customer, he's doomed.
he has to talk to you. he has to-
oh god wait. he's been staring, hasn't he? no no no! what if you think he's some loser or worse a creep. [a weirdo what the hell am i doing hereeeee sorry had to lol]
and when your gazes meet for a split second, he whips his head away way too fast, if he wasn't a viltrumite he definitely would've gotten whiplash, his eyes immediately zeroing on the comic in his hand, which is actually upside down. not that he realizes because he's too busy thinking about how he'd love to get lost in your pretty eyes, he needs to get a grip, what is he fourteen?
it's just some dumb fleeting infatuation and-
then he hears a laugh. peeking up from the still upside down seance dog volume, hoping to god it's not your laugh because if it is, he longs to hear it again.
it was your laugh. oh he's in deep.
and he swears he's never heard a more beautiful thing. sap.
he needs to be the reason to make you laugh.
oh shit he's holding it upside down, hopefully you didn't notice (*_*;)
it takes him a whole ass week to muster up the courage to talk to you, he'd only check out with his new additions and issues when it wasn't your shift.
he's checked himself in the mirror a gazillion times, his hair looks okay, maybe he should've worn the blue shirt, it makes his eyes pop out-
he's mark grayson, he's invincible for fuck's sake.
still his palms grow sweaty as he approaches you to check out, little do you know he already has these volumes, he's just desperate to talk to you okay.
"hi." and great, his voice cracks.
but your sweet smile makes him forget about it. he watches you as you scan his items, typing away as you do so.
he kind of wants to hold your hand. is that bad?
"so, seance dog huh?" oh shit you're making conversation with him? oh my god calm down calm down calm down-
"yeah, it's uh one of my favs." he flashes a small smile, a nervous one.
"no way! same!" you beam at him, sheepishly showing him the small seance dog hair clip holding your hair in place like it's some sort of national treasure.
you're telling him that you, the cute comic book store employee he's been crushing on for weeks now, likes seance dog?
he's dreaming.
he has to be.
right?
then you say something, something only a huge seance dog fan would know.
and he swears he hears wedding bells, he can already see walking down the aisle.
it takes him a ridiculously long time to recover, eyes widening comically as he processes that this is infact not a dream.
"you okay there?" you ask slightly amused.
your voice breaks him out of that little trance you just unknowingly put him in, his eyes flitting to the name tag on your shirt-
he can't help himself from muttering your name, soft and reverent like a prayer.
a little flustered giggle leaves your mouth.
oh.
oh.
he made you laugh? he feels like he's on top of the world, he introduces himself, his smile widening when he shakes your offered hand.
william's gonna have a field day with this one.
after that one conversation, he's grown comfortable around you over the past few weeks.
and he's fallen even deeper in love.
he's less tense and awkward around you, rambling about everything and anything, conversation flows easily between you two now.
you'd call him the second you'd read the new volumes of your shared favorite comics to talk to him about it, he does the same.
he puts you on his favorite comics, you put him on yours along with whatever you're big into. it's a win-win really.
he's never been happier.
you make him feel so seen.
he doesn't feel the need to hide parts of himself from you. he loves when you buy him matching merch or just little trinkets of his interests.
rex made fun of mark's little italian charm bracelet once, because what do you mean the strongest man on the planet has a matching charm bracelet with all the things he loves on it that he always wears?
it actually broke the first time he wore it to a fight because obviously, what was he thinking? gets very sad when he can't find all the pieces to put it back together, asks cecil to remake it with some metal that won't break from the impact of alien attacks or whatever decides to mess with the peace of earth the next time. he gets all pissy when he gets blood on it :(
"aw that's adorable!" rex would tease him, but mark would just get all excited because he gets to talk about you <3
cue him rambling about all the things you made for him or got for him that align with his favorite pieces of media and interests, rex does NOT understand half of those words but hey as long as invinciboy's happy.
rex is not making that mistake again lol, also he thought you were dating mark because of the way his eyes turn into literal hearts whenever you're mentioned, so imagine the look on his face when mark's all bashful like, "nah i wish :(" rex goes, "man you two are so fucking oblivious." and he's right.
even outside of your little nerdy conversations and hang outs, when he comes to you for comfort, he feels safe.
and that — feeling safe, not being on edge 24/7 isn't easy for him, but you make it easier than breathing.
he feels loved when you hold him, rub his back and make some dumb joke when he's having a bad day.
he lives for the references you make out of nowhere.
"holy shit is that-" you start excitedly.
"i was just gonna say that!" he laughs.
pointing out things that he thinks are references to his favorite media and you joining him, this has to be love.
"why does that cloud lowkey look lik-" he starts and you finish his sentence for him, he laughs at how you two are almost always on the same wavelength.
once the secret is out that he's invincible, he'll literally just fly to some foreign country to get you what you want, oh what's that? a new figurine of your favorite anime just dropped? it's only available in japan? it's already yours <3 anything for you, he's whipped. [ god bless his bank account i imagine it's in negative LMAOOOO because his ass is definitely not letting u pay :( ]
and when you oh so sheepishly hand him the seance dog plushie you crocheted for him as his birthday present, muttering something along the lines of how "it's not good enough" or "it looks a little funny", i mean yeah seance dog has seen better days for sure where his eyes are the same size, he has to physically stop himself from kissing you senseless, because how dare you be this thoughtful and sweet.
yeah he's in love alright.
after a lot of restless nights and convincing from william, he finally decides to ask you out after six months of longing and yearning.
you two are currently in your room, hanging out. you had invited him over to watch the new reboot of your favorite sci fi series, although the internet seems to have a different plan as the video keeps buffering and loading.
you groan in annoyance, refreshing the page, still nothing.
so when you give up and let it do it's thing, aka the good ol "pretending not to care so it'll load faster", mark takes this as a sign.
"hey uh-" he opens his mouth, he's going to piss himself, he can't do this.
"yeah?" you reply. he sounds awfully nervous.
he stares at you, holding your gaze, lips slightly parted before taking a deep breath.
he ends up immediately blurting out the words he'd practiced a thousand times, "iloveyousomuch", his words are hurried as if he's scared you'll leave him if he's not quick enough.
he pauses, realizing this isn't exactly going to plan. he has just confessed his feelings, it's done now. there's no going back from this and that scares him.
he's also considering just making a run for it, or well fly for it, your window's open afterall.
he avoids your gaze like the plague, the ground suddenly becomes very interesting.
he hesitantly adds, "i have for awhile now actually", might as well serve his heart on a silver platter to you it's all yours anyways, it beats for you, he thinks.
his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. he can't stop his mouth, it moves on it's own, "im sorry if- if this ruins our friendship i just-"
"i love you too mark", you can't help yourself from confessing back, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"i just can't do this, i can't be friends when everytime i look at you i want to ki-" wait.
it's actually adorable the way he looks at you all wide eyed when his brain finally processes what you said.
did you just say you love him back?
nope, that's just his terrible hearing that comes with being a superhero, all wishful thinking.
but the way you're looking at him tells him otherwise and your words only confirm that his hearing is perfectly fine.
"you were saying?" you tease him, daring him to finish that sentence.
thank god the teasing is back, this is familiar territory. his nerves calm down a bit.
a minute of silence passes before he speaks.
"so that just happened", he chuckles, he wants to be all suave and cool and say something that'll make you blush, but he can't.
he doesn't need to.
because that's not him, he's mark grayson, he's awkward, a sweetheart and a big nerd. he just needs to be himself to make you swoon.
you know this, he knows this.
he knows you accept him for who he is, so he doesn't think twice about leaning in when you reach out to cup his face, leaning in as well.
your acceptance, your love, you. that's all he needs.
and the moment your lips meet his he realizes those six months were worth it.
he gently pulls you closer by your waist, his touch hesitant, it takes all his power to not just pull you flush against him and show you just how much he adores you.
when you pull him closer by the neck, his toned chest brushing against yours, he has to stop from letting out a small pleased groan.
you're just as desperate as he is.
kissing you like this is dizzying, he can even taste the sweetness and slight tang of the strawberry dessert you two had shared earlier on your lips and it only serves to drive him crazier.
his body practically aches when you pull away, chasing your lips. he can't get enough.
"easy alien boy", you chuckle, trying to catch your breath — resting your forehead against his, nose scrunching a little when he kisses the tip of it, nuzzling his own nose against yours afterwards.
his smile is sickeningly sweet and contagious. "i love you", he whispers.
and when you whisper it back he giggles happily, pressing a kiss to your head - he pulls you in his warm embrace. relishing in the feel of your body against his, fitting like a missing puzzle piece.
it's like you were made for him.
a scream from the tv ruins the intimate atmosphere, ah so now it decides to load. you two stare at each other, a collective look of "are you seeing this shit" is exchanged before you two burst into laughter.
both of you could care less about the show playing on the tv, too busy indulging in long passionate sweet kisses.
"the new issue of batm-" you jokingly start against his now swollen lips.
"hey! we're kinda having a moment here", he scoffs playfully, the dumb lovesick smile on his face only widening.
"no but seriously the new issue sucked ass. they mischaracterized him sooo bad and-", he complains, not moving a centimeter away from your lips.
"and you're a nerd" you cut him off, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt for another kiss.
"hey that's friendly fire!" he hopes you'll always shut him up with a kiss <3
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Peter Parker never thought a wall looked so good to punch. Sitting backwards on your toilet while you shakily stitch up a gash on his back does that to a man.
The adrenaline from the fall wore off and Peter realized he probably didn't just land on the concrete of the sidewalk.
Plus, the glass you ungraciously pulled from his wound answered any doubt.
Speaking of ungracious, the needle in his back was definitely not forming and sort of straight lines.
Peter clutches the toilet lid like a vice. Knuckles turning white and head feeling light from how long he's been holding his breath.
"Okay, this should be the last one," the tone in your voice makes him feel awful for the pain he's feeling. He can here the sadness in your voice, how bad you feel for hurting him.
You push through his skin, pulling the stitch tight and cutting the string. Peter intakes a breath, attempting to dig his nails into the porcelain he's wrapped himself around.
You set the needle on the counter, both peter and you letting out a long awaited breath. His shoulders slump. You slowly reach up, running a thumb over healed scars, all white and jagged.
"Do you fall on glass often?" Your tone is soft and close to a whisper.
Peter turns his head to the side, looking at you over his shoulder. "No, I...." he pauses, attempting to think of a good excuse. Though, you don't know that. "I used to, uhm, box. Yeah. It was intense."
"Oh," you frown slightly, tilting ur head.
You back up, allowing Peter to stand. He turns to face you, revealing a forgotten scar on his chest.
It's long. It spans from his collar bone diagonally to the bottom of his rib cage and it's almost an inch wide.
"Peter," you whisper. "There's no way you got that boxing."
Peter quickly grabs his shirt off the counter, pulling it over his head. "That one's not, I don't really wanna talk about it."
Shame. Shame and embarrassment crash over you like a cold wave. Why the fuck did i mention it?!
You look down at your hands, digging your nails into the sides of each other. "Sorry, I didn't mean to over step."
"No, nonono, don't be sorry. It's okay," Peter smiles at you and, in one spontaneous moment, he's brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
His heart is pounding in his chest. Fear of pushing a boundary crawling up his body.
Your cheeks are warm and before you know it, your hand is holding his against your face, thumb rubbing his knuckles.
"You're so sweet, Peter Parker."
Fucking kiss her!
You let your fingers trail along his arm, trying to give him a hint he can pick up on.
Fucking kiss me!
It's the perfect time too. God her smile. And her hands, they're so soft, and gentle. Loving in a way he never knew he needed.
"Thank you for fixin' me up," Peter gives a lopsided smile, pulling his hand back to his side.
A cold absence takes hold of where his hand once was.
"Of course," you give a flat smile. "You saved my life. It's the least I can do."
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You offer Peter to stay the night, again saying it's the least you can do in repayment of his heroic act.
You both end up on the couch, curled up watching tv. Again, seeing a couple embrace and feeling the same longing from the other day.
You move to lay your head on Peter's shoulder, letting his arm wrap around you, and sighing into him. Comfort overtakes your body as you sink further into him, slowly running your hand up and down his forearm.
His heart is pounding in his chest. Nerves shaking his hands and his thoughts. "y/n?"
This is it. I'm finally gonna kiss her.
"Yes?"
And with the sweet, sleepy tone of your voice he feels all his confidence start to fizzle. His brain short-circuits trying to come up with a cover up.
"D'you wanna go to bed?"
"Yeah," you yawn, pushing further into him.
Pete leads you from the living room to your bedroom, making sure to turn all the lights off along the way. He pauses once you reach the bedroom, not sure where to go.
You turn and walk up to him, grinning. You place a hand on his chest, feeling his pulse increase.
Peter has no idea what to do. His heart is in his throat, hands tingling.
You let your hand slide up his torso and to the back of his neck, getting as close as you can to him. Peter gulps, looking from your eyes to your lips then back again.
Time seems to stand still, neither of you breathing nor looking away from each other. You tangle your fingers into the brown curls and the nape of Pete's neck, twirling them.
Finally, you pull Peter down to you fully. You kiss him the intensity of the sun. He immediately reciprocates. Your bodies instantly meld into one. Finding their way to the bed and laying you down on your back.
Peter Parker is hovering above you, smiling like an idiot. The same Peter Parker that you loved way back in ninth grade. You were both fourteen, both idiots. The Peter above you now is the same one that fell off the jungle gym in gym class in second grade and blamed you for distracting him.
All the memories swell in your mind, bubbling into one thought you can't help from leaving your lips.
"I have loved you for a long time, Peter Parker."
Peter's eyes go wide, head tilting towards you. "You, what?"
"Have loved you for a long time. since ninth grade to be exact," you state seriously.
You've said it twice and yet, he still can't process it. You notice and try to help him out. You push him over on his side, moving yourself the same way.
"When we were both fourteen, we went on a school field trip to the Empire State Building. We all got to go to the top, but i was afraid of heights. So, you held my hand and told me-"
"If you fall, I'll fall with you," both of you repeat together. And in a crazy twist of fate, you both did fall together.
"I've loved you ever since then."
Peter grabs you by the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss. Souls connecting into one like two water drops.
He can't believe it. You. You've loved him from the same moment he loved you, and after all this time, you made it back to each other. Falling harder than ever.
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it was hard being mixed, you would admit that to only your close friends.
in the winters you would look pale after not being outside for extended periods of time. in the winters it was hard to believe you were half mexican.
in the summers you could tan easily, and it was very rare you would burn. matt on the other hand would burn easily.
in the summers it was hard to believe you were half white.
matt always encouraged you to go to the doctors when you were ill. you always went alone, so no one could see you hesitate between caucasian and hispanic, before settling on the mixed box.
you often envied people who were full something, didn’t matter what they were. black, white, asian. you just wished you didn’t have to explain your heritage to others.
your moms side had encouraged you to learn spanish, but had never taught you themselves. matt offered to learn with you, but you could never find the time. and since you were older, already 19, it wouldn’t sound natural anyway.
so at family reunions you would stand in the corner with a close cousin and they would explain everything your family members said.
your dads side however, you were the black sheep in the family. they were all blonde haired blur eyed. and you were stuck with your brown hair and eyes.
matt didn’t care about any of this though. he thought your thick curly brown hair was beautiful, he told you every day as you styled it.
he thought your brown ayes were so so pretty, especially when you went in the sun and they turned caramel.
he even told you once that when the sun hits your hair just right some strands seem blonde, and you told him it was probably from your dads side.
matt didn’t care that you were mixed, he loved you just the way you are.
description-a few months after rejecting matt’s proposal, y/n writes a song about how she felt
you walked in the door with him, the cold air hitting your face. you could smell the turkey, and all the other foods matt’s parents had been making.
“come in, come in.” mary lou said, ushering you and matt inside.
“madi! nate! i didn’t know you guys were coming.” you said giving them each a quick hug.
“yeah, we’d be insane to miss this.” nate said sharing a glance with madi.
“yeah thanksgivings with marylou are the best!” you said, oblivious to their hidden meaning.
you ate together, until you swore you could burst. you had some of the cookies nate’s mom made, and the brownies you and matt had made. it was mostly you of course, matt started yelling at nick about something two seconds in.
“y/n these are really good!” madi said, causing matt to look over in disbelief.
“hey i helped too!” matt said and you both gave him a look.
you noticed matt seemed anxious, something he never was around his closest friends and family. he would take a deep breath on occasion, fiddling with his hands.
at the end of dinner you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, feeling queasy after everything you’d eaten.
you heard the quiet chatter, and wondered why they were whispering. you walked quietly out into the hallway, but the door closing behind you gave you away.
“it’s time matty.” chris said as you walked in, patting his brothers back.
“y/n.” he said, taking a step towards you. “look, i’ve known you since middle school. you’ve been by my side through a ton of shit. and i’ve been by yours. we’ve gone through our weird phases, and we almost lost each other a few times. but here’s the thing, i never want to lose you. and i hope i never do. i want to be with you for the rest of my life. so, y/n will you-”
you didn’t hear the rest of his speech, as the world went quiet around you. everything seemed to move in slow motion, you watched as he got down on one knee.
you felt your breath catch in your throat as he opened the small black box and there sat a diamond ring. you could see something engraved on the side, but weren’t close enough to see what it is.
“matt.” you whispered, tears in your eyes.
you could see the admiring smiles from your friends and family. and it was now that you noticed that your mom and dad were there, smiling.
“y/n?” matt said, still waiting for an answer. “y/n say something.”
“no.” you said, your voice sounding braver than you actually were.
“what?” he said, seemingly falling apart right before you.
“i cant.” you said quietly, your voice breaking.
“no, y/n. we’ve talked about this.” he said, moving from one knee, down to two.
you shook your head, unable to say anything.
“no please y/n, we’re meant to be, i know we are.” he said, pleading with you. he took your hand in his, and that was the moment you took a step back and walked away from him.
you took a couple more steps back, looking at the horror and sympathy on their faces. you turned around and walked towards the front door. you ran quickly down the porch steps.
“y/n, wait!” a voice said, and there was marylou. you didn’t want to have to face her right now.
“matt wanted you to have this.” she said, handing you the ring. you looked down and the ring had m+(your first initial)
and at that you broke, knowing it was best for you to walk away, but wishing you didn’t have to. mary lou hugged you right in her arms, whispering how it would all be okay.
and she was right in some ways, you were better now. over a year had passed, and while you still couldn’t sleep, you were able to say his name without breaking down.
“so, boston, i am happy to say that this is the first stop on my very first tour,” you said, causing the fans to scream.
“and i have never ever played this song live before, so i am happy to take you with me, back to where it all started.” you said, and your fingers began to play the first notes.
you knew this song by heart by now, as you played the first verse. it took you back to the moments you and him had, and how by choosing to walk away you lost everything.
you looked around the crowd, a smile on your face. then you looked towards the middle, directly in front of you. matt’s perfect seat, in his opinion.
and there he was, with nick and chris by his side. madi and nate ok the other side of chris. you weren’t surprised they were here, but matt? that surprised you.
you were sure he knew that this song was about him, but why would he come? especially after all you did?
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James, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you
Remus, trembling: What are we playing
—
*Y/n is cooking*
Sirius: Any chance that’s for me?
Y/n: It’s for Remus. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side
James: I never realised the planning that went into being a disappointment
—
Y/n: Dammit, Sirius!
Sirius: What?! It wasn’t me!
Y/n: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, James!
James: Not me either
Y/n: Oh...Then who set the common room on fire?
Remus: *whistles*
—
James: I sleep with a gun under my pillow
Sirius: I sleep with a knife
Y/n: Both of you are pathetic
James: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?
Y/n: Remus
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James: What’s the announcement, Remus?
Remus: It’s a lecture. Sirius’s gonna tell us everything he knows about sex
Y/n: It should be an enjoyable 60 seconds
—
James: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”
Y/n: *looks over at Sirius and Remus*
Y/n: Is it “sexual tension”?
—
Y/n: Hey Remus, wanna third wheel on my date with James tomorrow
Remus: Sure
Y/n: Sirius! Wanna third wheel on my date with James tomorrow?
Y/n: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!
Remus & Sirius: ...
James: Y/n…
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Remus: Bad news—James locked us out of our dorm room
Remus: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a professor
Remus: Bad news—Sirius finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my tragic backstory. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls
Remus: Good news—a cute girl saw me do it
Remus: Bad news—it was Y/n, and since she's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she'll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late
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James: Sirius, you'll be working with Remus and Y/n
Sirius: Alright! My fantasy threesome!
Everyone else: *blank stares*
Sirius: ...Of people on a team
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Remus: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff and got distracted
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“that’s a lot of monster,” you chuckled, looking up at the boy in front of you. you scanned the 24 pack of monsters, and the coffee he had placed in front of you moments before.
“have you heard of that thing where you put monster instead of water inside a coffee machine?” he said, looking at you with humor glinted in his eyes.
“ooh, tried that. wouldn’t recommend it.” you said, giving him a grimace.
he gave you a questioning look, telling you to continue with his ocean eyes.
“did that once before a final, i’m pretty sure i almost had a heart attack.”
“from the final or the monster?” he asked, like it genuinely could be either.
“oh, definitely from the final.” you joked, and your hands brushed against his quickly.
“well i guess ill see you around monster girl.” he said, taking his bag off of the checkout counter.
“bye, monster boy.”
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part two?? sorry this is short i’m visiting family right now!
↳ 𝐀/𝐍. OH when it says '27 years', thats because justin is 27!
↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher x fem!reader
↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. meeting the sturniolos :)
↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . being Chris's girlfriend and meeting his family for the first time and he's hyping her up in the car beforehand ( @lvrsparadise )
↳ 𝐂𝐖! language, fem!reader, not proofread
"hey," chris smiled gently, leaning over the center console to get you to meet his eyes. "you alright?"
you dropped your hands from the steering wheel and into your lap. trying not to freak out, you meet chris' crystal blue eyes. he's staring at you with slight concern, but jitters of his own. he has every right to be just as nervous as you are right now. "uh- yeah, its fine." you mumble.
chris doesnt look convinced, and you're not surprised. you arent a good liar. "mhm," he hums, looking at you with slight curiosity. "its alright to be nervous, i was practically going insane when i met you're mom and dad."
"yeah well they loved you, chris." you said, furrowing your brows at him; crossing your arms over your chest. "how do i know that you're family will love me." sighing, you dropped you're head back and look out at his parents front door. "i just don't want to disappoint them or whatever."
"don't say that." chris said, slowly putting his hand under your jaw to gently turn your head back in his direction. "my parents will love you, baby. you could never disappoint them. they have 4 boys for fucks sake-" he giggles lightly. "they've seen every form of disappointment and i know you could never reach that level."
huffing out a harsh breath of air, you squeeze your eyes tight for just a second before opening them again to chris smiling at you. you have a million thoughts rushing your brain, barricading you too the brink of insanity, but yet the soft smile in front of you was enough to wash it away.
"i mean, i can confidently tell you right now that your really gonna get along with nick, and that my mom's going to look at you as the daughter she's always wanted." he leaned closer to press a quick kiss to your temple.
his words made your heart undeniably smile. "the daughter she's always wanted?" you bit your lip contently, a sentence you had never thought would have been uttered about you, had been said straight to your face.
chris giggled lightly, "27 years of boys has to leave some room to wish for a girl."
"pfft, alright. okay! i can do this!" you ran you're hands down your face in an attempt to wake yourself up again.
the coffee-haired boy presses another kiss to your lips, before running a lock of your hair through his fingers. "and don't forget, no matter what they think of you, my love for you will never, ever falter."
