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alwaysmoncheri · 6 days

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james potter saying “I can fix him, no really I can.” about regulus black

#regulus black #james potter #i can fix him no really i can #ttpd #ts ttpd #taylor swift #marauders era #jegulus #the tortured poets department

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alwaysmoncheri · 7 days

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regulus “who’s afraid of little old me” black

#regulus black #marauders era #harry potter #potterverse #regulus arcturus black #ttpd #taylor swift #the tortured poets department

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alwaysmoncheri · 7 days

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I’m sorry I’ve been gone. I have to learn to post whatever I want on here, any thoughts or ideas, but I just forget to ig

#sarah’s blog ──★ ˙☕️ ̟ !!#sarah rambles

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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Hey! I'd sent in an application for an Andrew Garfield drabble and I just wanted to know if you got it, since Tumblr has been eating up my asks

Yes, love! I did see it! I’ve been working on multiple fics and hopefully it’ll be out soon!

#sarah’s asks #ily

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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summary: you wake up in major john egan’s bed and remember he drunkenly kissed you the night prior—you wonder what that means for your relationship.

cw: fem!reader, mentions of sex, fluff, kissing, confessions, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drunkenness, cuteness, but also cheesiness, 1k words

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It’s quiet when you wake, the sun peaks through the curtains, creating a ray of light that just misses your face. The sheets are comfortable, warm with your own body heat, but they’re not yours. You sit up with a start, the realization as to where you are washing over you. You were in Major John Egan’s bed, oh my god, what were you thinking? You whip your head around, desperately searching for the man you spent the night with. Throwing one of the pillows off the bed, you hear a quiet grunt from the floor, causing you to scramble over to the edge of the bed. Carefully leaning over with a cautious gaze, you see Bucky laying on the ground, a blanket half covering his bare torso and the pillow you previously threw next to him. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes find his. His arms are behind his head and there’s an agonizingly charming smile on his face as he looks back at you.

“Good morning.” Bucky’s voice reaches your ears and you feel weak. Your lips part and you draw in a nervous breath, blinking a few too many times, you struggle to gather your thoughts before finally managing to speak.

“You’re on the floor.” you state simply, chasating yourself for the obvious observation.

“It appears so, yes.” Bucky responds with a hint of amusement in his tone, his smile grows wider and you grow more nervous under his gaze, so you look away.

“You don’t need to be.” you offer softly, a gentle invitation hanging in the air as you lean back onto the plush comfort of the bed. Bucky, catching the subtle implication in your words, lifts himself onto his elbows, his expression curious. With a simple nod, you confirm your desire for him to join you on the bed.

Without a word, Bucky rises, his movements fluid and controlled, as he gathers the scattered pillows and blanket, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room. With practiced ease, he arranges them on the bed before settling himself beside you, his presence a comforting weight against the mattress. As he sits next to you, the warmth of his body radiates, drawing you closer. You catch the scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and cedarwood, mingling with the faint aroma of lingering alcohol from the night before. The mattress dips slightly under his weight, a silent invitation for you to move closer. You shift, your shoulder brushing against his as you settle into a comfortable position beside him.

For a moment the two of you sit in silence, the memories of what happened last night weighing on your conscious. You’re overwhelmed, confused, and attempting to put the pieces together.

“You were drunk.” you remind him, the words a hesitant admission of the truth. “I was drunk.”

“That is also true,” Bucky acknowledges with a nod, his gaze softening as he senses the rising panic in your voice. Your breath quickens, and your eyes widen, “Look, honey—” Bucky begins, his voice gentle and reassuring, but before he can finish, your words tumble out in a rush of desperation.

“Oh my god.” you gasp, leaning closer to Bucky, your voice barely above a whisper as you say your next few words, “Did we have sex?”

Bucky's laughter fills the air, a warm, affectionate sound that doesn't quite match the gravity of the situation. Your reaction is immediate, confusion and annoyance contort your features.

“It's not funny,” you insist, your voice tinged with frustration as you search his expression for answers.

“Honestly, honey, I couldn’t tell you.” Bucky replies with a shrug, his demeanor nonchalant despite your obvious distress.

“John,” you whine, the plea in your voice betraying your need for him to be serious and clarity of the situation. As your words dissolve into incoherent mumbles, Bucky reaches out, his hand gently squeezing yours in a gesture of reassurance.

“Hey, I’m sure nothing happened,” he interjects, making an attempt to alleviate your worries, “if we had sex, you probably wouldn’t be wearing anything right now.” Bucky adds, with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows and a smirk.

The implications of his words send a shiver down your spine, mingling with the warmth of his touch as you recall the kiss shared between the two of you the night before, “You kissed me last night.” you say with a hint of uncertainty, searching his face for confirmation.

“And you didn’t stop me.” Bucky counters, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes.

“Why would I?” you admit softly, “You’re all I think about.”

Bucky's smiles, that adorable smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You watch as his gaze flickers to your lips and back up to your eyes. A giggle bubbles up from your throat, a nervous sound expressing your uncertainty of the moment.

“What?” you ask in response to Bucky’s wordless expression. Your heart pounds in your chest as he reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, before leaning in to whisper.

“I’m so in love with you.” Bucky confesses in your ear before leaning back with a wide smile, eager to see your reaction. A smile spreads across your face and you turn to slowly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“If you don’t kiss me—”

Before you can finish, Bucky leans in, closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. A hand holds your cheek, while the other rests on your waist, pulling you closer. He kisses you like he needs you and he knows he does. You melt into his touch, surrendering to the warmth and intensity of the kiss. Before you know it, you're straddling his lap, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss.

“I love you more.” you murmur against his lips when you pull away and Bucky chuckles, his airy laugh fanning across your face.

“That’s not possible, honey.” he replies, his voice filled with adoration as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Why don’t you kiss me again and find out?” you tease, a playful glint dancing in your eyes, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky says with a grin before capturing your lips once more, sealing your love in a sweet, lingering kiss.

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masterlist . john "bucky" egan masterlist . taglist

thank you for reading, my darling! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily! send requests to my inbox!

#my works ──★ ˙☕️ ̟ !!#masterlist #john bucky egan #john egan #john egan x reader #john egan fluff #john egan angst #john egan x female reader #john egan x fem!reader #john egan x you #john egan x y/n #callum turner #mota #masters of the air #john egan mota

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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I watched an edit of this scene and cried inside oh my gosh

masters of the air · part seven

#I don’t think you understand how much this changed me #oh my god #i need them #i love them #this show >>>>>>#watched this show in like a day😭#john egan #masters of the air #ugh i love you

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 “𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲” 𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

all john egan x reader

bucky can’t keep his hands off you coming soon!

you comfort bucky when he has a nightmare coming soon!

you get jealous when bucky brings you to a party only for girls to be all over him coming soon!

bucky gets even more jealous when you're hit on at a party coming soon!

you take a bath and bucky feels inclined to join you coming soon!

bucky asks you to dance coming soon!

bucky drunkenly kisses you after a night out

you and bucky get into an argument coming soon!

you ask bucky to read to you because you love the sound of his voice coming soon!

bucky asks you to read to him late at night coming soon!

more drabbles tba!

#masterlist #john egan #john bucky egan #john egan x reader

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 “𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲” 𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

return to — masterlist

drabbles ❧ moodboards

remember the old me [4k] coming soon!

when bucky returns from the war, at first he seems like he’s holding it together, but soon you realize he’s falling apart.

sincerely yours [5k] coming soon!

during the war, with bucky’s absence, writing letters to him is the only thing holding you together (5 times you and bucky indirectly confess your love to each other through your letters +1 time you confess your love in person).

all is fair in love and war [8k] coming soon!

after drunkenly sleeping with your close friend, john egan, you find yourself questioning the means of your relationship. unfortunately, you don’t have much time to talk because he’s going off to war.

girl worth writing to [3k] coming soon!

marge goes out of her way to find a girl for bucky to write to while he's away during the war and when she introduces him to a friend, she doesn't realize that they already know each other.

more fics tba!

#masterlist #john egan #john bucky egan #john egan x reader

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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i’m sorry but after watching boys in the boat i’m hyper fixating on callum turner. so! if you want me to write for him or his characters let me know because i’m kind of obsessing. also i’ve started to watch masters of the air because of him, help.

#sarah chats #i’m just a girl #send help #but like do you get it?#he’s a cutie #can dua lipa fight?#callum turner

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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can you write another remus lupin drabble? I love, love, love your work so much!

here you go, love! thank you for requesting! i’m in a remus mood today i suppose <3

cw: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a party, drunkenness, fluff, minimal kissing, remus taking care of reader, remus being a sweetheart, 1.3k

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“Remus, thank god, you’re here!” Lily almost yells, but the blaring music in the Gryffindor common room still manages to drown out her voice. She waves her hand quickly, gesturing for Remus to follow her, and leads him through the crowd of drunk and high classmates, “She’s been drinking like crazy—” someone knocks into Remus, causing him to stubble backward and separate from Lily. He’s offered a drink as amends, but puts his hand up to decline before quickly catching up with Lily, without her noticing his absence, “—I couldn’t get her to stop!”

Lily comes to an abrupt stop and Remus almost steps on her heels. When Remus looks down to ask why she’d stopped, he notices her eyes are locked on a commotion that is happening right in front of them. He follows her gaze and is met with his bestfriend—you—dancing on a table with drinks in either hand. You skin is glowing, presumably with sweat, but you look like a goddess nonetheless. You hair sticks to your neck and it looks uncomfortable from Remus’s viewpoint, but you don’t seem to mind as you take sip of one of your drinks. If it was anyone but you, Remus would grimace, but he knows you’re an absolute sweetheart, and just like to have fun. He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that. However, sometimes you probably shouldn’t be doing some of the things that you do, like now. Tonight especially with upcoming tests, you should probably be in bed, reading a book, like you normally do.

When Remus takes a step forward, separating himself from the crowd, your eyes immediately catch his and the infectious smile that takes over your face is heart-stopping, “Remus!” you call to him, taking a clumsy step forward, towards the edge of the table. With quick strides and some internal panic for your well-being, Remus comes to your aid, stepping onto a chair and gently lifting you off the table and bring you both back onto the sturdy ground. Your cute little shirt was already riding up, but with Remus’s hands on you, it does so even more and your face becomes expressionless when all you can feel is warm hands on your waist.

Much to your dismay, Remus’s hands leave your bare skin just as quickly as they came, instead they reach up to gently take the two drinks away from your grasp. He sets them onto the table you were previously on before they’re quickly snatched up by a few randoms too lazy to grab their own. The same beaming smile from earlier returns to your face when Remus turns back towards you after setting down the drinks. He returns your smile, his a bit softer, more persuading. He’s making an attempt to charm you into following him out of the party. He knows it works everytime and you know you can’t help it.

“Hey, lovely,” Remus greets sweetly, having to lean down to ear level in order for you to hear over all the noise and taking your hands in his, “Do you want to get out of here with me?” He asks, that charming smile planted upon his lips and you gasp, quickly glancing around as if the question is scandalous. In other circumstances it could be, but Remus had no intention of doing whatever you’re thinking.

“Really?” you ask after stepping on your tip-toes while Remus bent down slightly, your tone is hushed but still loud enough to reach Remus’s ears.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Remus chuckles lightly, dropping one of your hands to brush your hair out of your sweaty face before cupping your cheek. You smile again and Remus wonders if your cheeks hurt by now, “You need to go to bed.” He adds, gently rubbing his thumb under your eye, wiping away a smudge of mascara. Your smile falls, but his touch is a soothing distraction to your disappointment because you definitely weren’t planning on sleeping. However, with Remus’s hand on your face, you close your eyes for a moment, the truth of your fatigue washing over you.

“I am a little tired.” you admit after reopening your eyes and meeting Remus’s. His gaze is soft, understanding. His hand leaves your cheek and he pulls you in front of him before placing his hand on your back and gently allowing you to lead him towards your dorm room. You move slowly, the alcohol flowing through your system, but you appreciate Remus letting you have control over yourself. Remus knows it bothers you when you don’t and you know it requires more patience on Remus’s part. How he tolerates it, you’re not sure. But Remus knows it’s because he loves you.

You arrive at the top of the stairs to your dorm and the noise of the party is blocked out as Remus closes the door behind you. His hand leaves your back for a moment and you stand there unknowingly watching him shut the door. You feel warm all over, whether it’s because of him or the alcohol you don’t really care, you just want to get out of your own sweaty skin. When Remus turns back towards you, he’s quick to notice your discomfort and with his hand in between your shoulder blades, he silently leads you to the bathroom.

“Sit down, love.” Remus orders gently, pushing on your shoulders to get you to sit on the toilet seat, “I’ll take care of you.” He says, pressing a kiss to your hairline as he kneels on the ground before you.

All you can do is nod and watch his movements closely, memorizing every detail. His eyelashes delicately brush the top of his cheeks as he blinks slowly and his sandy brown hair falls into his face as he brings his hands up to the bottom hem of your shirt, fingers brushing your sticky skin.

“Lift.” Remus whispers and you comply, slowly lifting your arms above your head as he carefully pulls your shirt off of your body. You’re left in your bra and goosebumps rise to your skin. Remus stands, wetting a cloth under the sink, before kneeling again and bringing the cloth to your skin. He brushes the cloth along your arms, stomach, and chest, careful to not get your bra wet. His movements are slow, soothing, and you can’t resist the urge to slow your eyes and sigh, allowing yourself to feel the immense relief.

“That feel good?” Remus chuckles and you nod vigorously. Remus’s movements suddenly come to a halt, causing you to open your eyes. “Here.” Remus is offering you the cloth which you take and repeat the same movements as him.

Remus grabs another cloth from the cabinet overhead, this time bringing it to your face, gently wiping your face clean of makeup. One of his hands rests on your chin, turning your head when he needs to, while the other holds the cloth. Your eyes close and Remus watches your eyelashes kiss the tops of your cheeks. His movements pause and you reopen your eyes like before. Your face is close to his, so close. And then you smile. Oh god, Remus could kiss you, he wants to, he always does, but you’re drunk. Even if the effects are starting to wear off, he would never do that.

“Thank you.” you break the silence, your expression looking slightly guilty, “I know I’m a bit of a pain sometimes.” You admit, glancing towards the bathroom mat beneath you.

“You’re never a pain, lovely.” Remus smiles and the hand still on your chin brings your gaze back up to his.

“Besides the point,” you quickly brush his previous words off with the wave of your hand before smiling sadly, “I appreciate you always doing this.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Remus replies, leaning forward to kiss your cheek before grabbing both of your hands to lift you up off the toilet seat.

You yawn, almost falling forward onto Remus, “I’m so tired.” you admit and Remus chuckles, giving your hands a tight squeeze.

“Then let’s get you to bed.” Remus offers gently, pulling you towards your bed. When you climb in and ask him to stay, to hold you, Remus thinks he’ll never let go.

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masterlist . remus lupin masterlist . taglist

thank you for reading, my darling! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily! send requests to my inbox!

tags: @googie-jeon, @annoyingmidgetwhowrites, @jordie-gvf, @marauderswhxre, @vixparker, @moonsupremacy01, @enamoredwithbella

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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there’s something so intimate about sitting next to someone and your thighs or knees are touching. and it doesn’t necessarily have to be romantic intimacy, it can be platonic too. like, the other day i sat next to my guy friend and our knees were just touching and I mean we’re just friends (we have been on the edge of a relationship before but that’s not the point) but i just love being so close to someone that you can just touch knees or thighs and you just know the other person is there for you.

#sarah chats #does that make sense though?#i literally cannot #i love platonic love #i love people #i love romance #ughhhhh #<3

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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ahhhh my remus request was perfect thank u thank u really so so good <3333 i’ll be rereading it like crazy 🦌

aw, thank you, love!! i’m so glad you like it sm! <3

#sarah’s asks #ily #thanks anon!#remus lupin #remus lupin is so bbg

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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hiii would u be open to writing remus lupin x reader with the prompt *x put head on y’s shoulder* “just don’t leave…” with either remus saying it or the reader? no worries if not <3 🦌🦌

hi, my love!! thank you for requesting! i hope this is what you’re looking for! i was in a little bit of a writer block last night so this may not be my best work, i apologize for that, honey </3

cw: fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of remus being a werewolf, remus feels insecure, the marauders not being very helpful, established relationship, crying, 0.9k

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Remus isn’t one to hide who he is, you know he’s a werewolf, he’s been vulnerable with you before, so when he starts to become a little distant from you, you know exactly why. The past few days have been rough for him, you know. Leading up to a full moon is almost always worse than the aftermath. But this time, Remus seems particularly bothered. He still holds your hand to classes and reads to you at night, but something about the way he always is distracted, like loosely holing your hand without knowing and constantly losing his place while reading makes you feel like his mind is truly elsewhere.

The Marauders aren’t helping the situation either. Sure, they’re supportive of their friend and you know they’re always there for him, but the pitying glances don’t go unnoticed by both you and Remus and you don’t presume he is very fond of those looks. You don’t blame him.

At dinner, the night before the full moon, James, Sirius, and Peter keep repeating the same set of motions. Their eyes dart from each other, their food, to Remus, and back to each other. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at their obvious display of concern because Remus doesn’t really need that right now and they should know that after all this time. After tolerating the silent glances for the majority of dinner, Remus shifts uncomfortably, his eyes not leaving his food. You gently slide your hand into his, hoping offer some comfort, and when he accepts you take it a step furthur and draw small circles with your thumb on the back of his hand. This doesn’t last long. When the other three boys offer sympathetic smiles, Remus notices and stands from his seat, dropping your hand and walking out of The Great Hall with quick strides.

“Would you guys quit it?” you hiss at the boys across the table who’s eyes widen at the abrupt snap of your head in their direction.

“What?” They reply in unison and share a few nervous glances before returning to your harsh gaze.

“Remus clearly isn’t doing well,” you say, pointing out the obvious, “the least you can do is not look at him like he’s dying.” you add gesturing in the direction of the door, where Remus had walked out of.

“We’re not—”

“Save it,” you cut James off, who makes an attempt to defend the three of them. You roll your eyes, standing from your seat, “I’m going to check on him.” you state before following the previous path of your boyfriend, out the door and to your dorms.

When you arrive in the common room and head towards the boys’ dorm you hear quiet sobs echoing through the door. Your throat tightens and you hesitate to move towards the sound, but you do anyway because you know Remus needs somebody and you’re always willing to be that somebody.

“Remus?” you call out before pushing the door open and are met with a sniffling Remus, eyes red and puffy. Your heart almost breaks in two, the sight enough to make you feel the clenching in your chest and for a moment, you unknowingly hold your breath.

“Hey, lovely.” Remus greets and his voice cracks with the attempt to cover a sob that might’ve escaped his lips.

“Oh, honey.” you whisper and Remus bows his head, with shame or just to wipe the tears off his face, you don’t know. You walk towards the bed before sitting next to him, hand rubbing his shoulder, slowly sliding down to hold his hand, once more, “Do you want to talk about it?” you offer, bringing Remus to lift his head up and meet your gaze, a lump grows in your throat at his broken expression and you try to keep it together for him.

“I’m just so tired—” Remus starts, before a sob escapes his lips. He reaches out for you and you don’t hesitate to bring him into your arms, his head rests on your shoulder, your hands cupping the back of his neck, while his hands wrap around you waist, “ —I don’t want to be like this anymore.” Remus admits, his voice breaking and you feel your shirt dampen with tears.

“Hey, I’m here.” you say, gently running your hands through Remus’s hair and up and down the length of his back, “James, Sirius and Peter are here.” You add and you feel Remus’s sobs turn to sniffles against your shoulder. “Even if they get on your nerves, they mean well.”

“I know…” Remus says, the sound muffled against your shoulder. He lifts his head, your eyes meeting his puffy ones, “Is it okay if we just stay like this?” Remus asks hesitantly, as if you would ever say no to him.

“It’s more than okay.” You whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. You start to shift your body further onto the bed before Remus’s tight grip around your waist prevents you from doing so. Your eyebrows furrow with confusion before hearing Remus’s desperate voice.

“Don’t leave me, please…” Remus begs, clinging onto you.

I’m never going to leave you,” you reply and Remus nods continuously against your shoulder, his hair falling into his face and brushing yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Remus says, his voice shaky but calmer than before, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” He admits and your heart warms with his words.

You smile, pulling the both of you back onto his bed in a more comfortable position with his head still tucked into your shoulder, “And you’ll never have to know,” you whisper before you close your eyes and allow yourself to rest.

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thank you for reading, my darling! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily! send requests to my inbox!

tags: @googie-jeon, @annoyingmidgetwhowrites, @jordie-gvf, @marauderswhxre, @vixparker, @moonsupremacy01, @enamoredwithbella

#my works ──★ ˙☕️ ̟ !!#masterlist #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fic #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin oneshot

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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I actually need some advice. There’s a boy from uni and I used to be friends with his older brother in high school (like we were like siblings) so there’s a tie and honestly this might be childish but I’m trying to figure out if he’s interested in me. I’ve always been interested in him and we ended up at the same school and I just don’t know what to do

#sarah chats #send help #boy talk #I don’t know what to do #does he want me #THEN ASK ME OUT PLEASE

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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good morning! I’m currently working on a Remus fic! I’m going through so many character fazes rn, but keep requesting!!! <3

#there’s so much on my mind rn #send help #i love remus lupin #sort of had a writers block last night

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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currently watching boys in the boat and holy crap callum turner is a snack

#i am in love with him #i need him #can dua lipa fight?

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month

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hello! I hope you’re doing good! I would like to request a fic with tasm!peter parker or james potter if you prefer, but something where they’re making out and the reader ends up breaking his glasses? If that makes sense🫣

hi, my darling, i’m am doing very well! thank you for requesting, that makes complete sense! I’m totally watching tasm again after writing this <3

cw: fem!reader, making out, slightly suggestive (but not really), aunt may walking in, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k

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Peter’s mouth is on your neck while the bridge of his glasses rubs against the skin just an inch higher than his mouth. His hands stay firmly planted on your hips as you sit in his lap on his swivel chair. Your textbook and computer lay abandoned next to his on his desk in front of you.

“Peter, I have to study,” you mumble, but the sigh that escapes your lips makes your excuse less believable, “We have to study.” you add, trying you best to get yourself and peter back on track for a big exam tomorrow. Crazy for Peter or not, this test is important and you need to get a little studying in, but you can’t get Peter to keep his hands off you.

“No, we don’t.” Peter replies quickly, before biting your neck, causing you to let out squeak.

“Peter,” you practically whine, and the chuckle that falls from Peter’s mouth vibrates onto your neck, causing you to squirm in his lap. When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you’re pouting. Lips jutted out and eyebrows pinched together with pleading eyes. Oh, Peter could die right here with you in his arms. He pulls you closer, biceps and hands pressed into your sides and forearms into your stomach.

“You’re going to be fine,” Peter offers gently, pressing a much softer kiss to your cheek, allowing you to release the tension from your face, “You’ve studied plenty already.”

“But–”

“No, buts,” Peter shuts you down, gently rubbing your sides in an attempt to silence your worries. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he would never do it without your permission. And if you want to study, he’ll let you, but he doesn’t think you really do, “Kiss me?”

Peter hears you release a long, dramatic, sigh before shifting yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands now stabilizing you by your waist. For a moment your face is expressionless and Peter can’t read you. He worries that you’re unhappy with him but when he sees a giddy smile creep onto your face, he instantly reciprocates and his worries melt away.

You lock your hands around Peter’s neck before leaning in to kiss him. At first, you kiss him softly, tenderly just because you love him. But when you lightly tug on Peter’s hair at the nape of his neck, he takes it as a sign to tug on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and deepen the kiss. But when the bridge of you nose knocks into Peter’s glasses, you groan in momentary pain, causing his eyes to widen, hand reaching up to gently hold your cheek, the action asking if you’re okay. When you nod your head and meet his gaze, you notice his concern before it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Peter quickly tears his glasses on his face and tosses them towards his bed without sparing a glance in that direction. But when a soft crack echos from across the room, you snap your gaze towards the glasses that now lay broken at the bridge on the floor.

“Peter!” You gasp, shifting your gaze between him and the broken glasses, but no concern seems to be etched on his face.

“Don’t worry, I can get new ones,” Peter assures you, kissing the corners of your lips while his nose delicately brushes the apples of your cheeks, “I just wanna kiss you.” Peter whispers and you feel a rush of warmth spread across your face at his tone.

“Aunt May isn’t going to be happy.” You state, nervously glancing towards the door that Peter probably forgot to lock again.

“Shush, less talking, baby,” Oh god, you melt completely at the way his says baby and presses his finger to your mouth, before replacing it with his lips, “More kissing.” He adds in between a few quick, hard, presses of his lips on yours.

“Oh whatev—hmph!”

Peter kisses you long and hard, successfully getting you to stop talking. You feel hot all over when he kisses you again and again. And when you rank your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the ends, while simultaneously gently biting his bottom lip, Peter makes a sound between a gasp and a groan that makes you want to do it again just so you can hear the sound once more. There’s a kiss, another, and another, you’re so caught up in the feeling of his mouth against yours, carefully sliding your hands up and down his chest before lightly gripping a fist full of his shirt to keep him near you.

The way Peter touches you is like muscle memory, he knows how to make you gasp and what makes you shiver. When, his hands slip under the material of your shirt and caress your skin, your body reacts exactly how he knows it always does. Then, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and with his lips still on yours, he gently lowers the both of you onto his bed. He seems so far away now and you can’t handle it. Before he even has the chance to lower himself further down onto the bed, you grab his biceps, which are tensed from holding himself up, and tug him towards you. Peter practically falls and suddenly the weight of his whole body is on top of you, Peter worries for a moment, breaking the kiss, but you make a noise, reminiscent to a childish whine before grabbing his jaw with both of you hands and pulling him back. With his lips on yours, his tongue slides into your mouth while your thumbs trace the outline of his jaw and his hand slides behind you back and into your shirt.

“Hey, do you two know where—Oh my goodness!” You and Peter are quickly pulled apart, turning your heads in the direction of Aunt May’s loud gasp. She stands just outside the bedroom with one hand still on the doorknob, her expression loudly displaying her shock. Peter stays on top of you for a split second, before May’s gaze shifts between his hand in your shirt and both of your disheveled appearances, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”

With that, Peter immediately jumps up from on top of you, quickly grabbing your hand to stand next to him. Both of your faces are flushed red from being caught, even if all you were doing was kissing. Aunt May stands by the door, both of her hands placed firmly on her hips, presumably awaiting a reasonable response while you and Peter glance at each other in search of something to say. When Peter’s gaze returns to his aunt, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Aunt May—We were just—” Peter pauses as he stumbles over his words, feeling pathetic under the eyes of both you and his aunt.

“Studying.” You finish with a somewhat convincing smile and when Aunt May turns to you, her gaze softens, but when she notices the broken glasses laying forgotten on the floor behind you, her questioning expression returns.

“And what happened to your glasses?” Aunt May asks, a triumphant smile crossing her face as she knows she’s caught the two of you red-handed in your obvious lie, “Were you studying when that happened?”

You and Peter hesitate, he sends you a nervous smile and the both of you bite your tongues, not trusting yourselves to speak. After a moment, the two of you nod, heads hanging low.

“Mhm, right,” May hums before sending Peter a look that says, ‘we’ll talk later.’ Then, she takes a few steps into the room, causing you and Peter’s eyes to widen, but May only steps around you to pick up the broken glasses before walking back towards the door, “Well, dinner is almost ready, you two better behave.”

“Okay, yeah, thank you, May.” Peter says, and you can tell he’s beyond flustered by the situation as he runs a hand through his hair, then brushes a finger along his bottom lip, “We’ll be down soon.”

May nods before sending the both of you one final look, this one a little more playful than the rest. She exits the bedroom and closes the door behind her, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

The both of you share a glance before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Peter falls back onto the bed, tugging you down with his so that you’re laying on his chest.

“I told you she’d be mad.” You tease, running your hand up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck, while leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“It was so worth it.” Peter smirks before flipping you over and kissing your face

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