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Too Late To Notice || J. Potter x Reader

Idk I have a weird obsession with angst. I like reading it and i like writing it so here's one:

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Words: 1,241 words

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, my crappy writing, mentions of cheating. Let me know if there are more.

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Y/N wasn't stupid.

She saw the way James's eyes would light up whenever Lily was near. She saw the way he would find excuses to sit near Lily during lunch or dinner in the Great Hall.

She also saw the way Lily would start blushing whenever James was near.

She saw the way Lily would stare at James during class, a pink tint on her cheeks.

So she wasn't stupid when one day she saw James and Lily together, hair disheveled, clothes crinkled and faces pink with red, bruised lips.

What hurt her was the fact that James and Lily were perfect together. The popular guy and the pretty girl. They were so utterly in love and it cracked her heart.

It hurt her to see the boy who she was in love with since childhood fall in love with another girl, a girl that wasn't her.

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James was in love with Lily Evans. Everyone knew that and everyone loved them. The ideal couple.

But deep down, he felt something was missing. Or rather, someone was.

He noticed how you started ignoring him and Lily whenever they were around you, how you would scoot away from then at the Gryffindor table, how you would refuse to be a part of conversations they were participating in. And it hurt him.

He had known you since their childhood. You both were inseparable ever since. But it all changed since he started dating Lily.

Both of you used to hang out after classes, during lunch and in the Common Room. But now, it was different. He would hardly see you after classes; you were not there during meals and in the Common Room.

He missed spending time with you just as much as you did with him. You were the one who calmed him down after every time Lily rejected him and now that they were together, he felt guilty for not spending time with you.

Right now, he was sitting in the Great Hall waiting for Lily to arrive. It had been precisely 20 minutes since Lily had to be here so he decided to go out and look for her.

He walked around corridors until he heard a faint voice of someone shouting. He walked closer and closer until he could make out the voice, your voice.

He walked close enough to see who you were arguing with, and it was none other than his girlfriends, Lily.

“If you tell James anything you saw today, you won’t end up safe and sound,” Lily hissed, venom laced in her voice.

He was shocked to hear his girlfriend sound so venomous. She was known to be very polite and kind, nobody knew this side of her. James kept his mouth shut.

“You can’t cheat on him forever, Evans. He will find out someday,” you said.

A gasp left his mouth and both girls’ attention turned to him. Lily’s face went pale whereas you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stop any noise that comes out of it.

To say that James looked heartbroken was an understatement. He looked crushed. He looked as if he lost everything in life.

He had spent six years trying to get Lily’s attention, confessing his true and undeniable love for her but no rejection hurt more than this. He had her in her arms and she slipped away. He looked over at you to see you looking at him with an unreadable expression.

Was it hurt or anger or pity?

No. He didn’t need anyone’s pity.

With a stone cold expression on his face, and a desperate Lily on his trail, he exited the place.

You stood here, trying to comprehend what just happened until realization hit you in the face and your eyes widened.

You destroyed their relationship.

If you have kept your mouth shut, none of this would’ve happened. Lily and James would’ve been together. James wouldn’t have been so heartbroken and Lily…she must’ve gained something as well.

You took slow steps towards the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping to find James there and comfort him, like you used to do. Each step felt as heavy as a stone but somehow, you made it to the Common Room.

James was nowhere in sight so he must be in his dorm. You reached his dorm to hear faint sounds of sniffing…he was crying.

Never in your life had you seen or heard James Potter cry. You had spent six years comforting him after Lily’s rejections but he had never succumbed to his emotions until now.

Your hand involuntarily went towards the doorknob and you slowly opened the door to see James sitting on the floor, the wall supporting his back and his legs crouched up to his stomach. His hands were wrapped around his legs and his head was over his hands. Soft voices of sniffing and sobbing left his mouth and your heart ached to see the man you’re so in love with, look so broken.

You bent down to level with him and placed your hand on his head. The voices stopped and you felt his head move upwards.

His eyes were red and puffed. Trails of tears were visible on his face. You cupped his cheek with one hand and with the thumb of the other hand; you wiped the tears that were pooling under his eyes. Both of you maintained eye contact for what felt like forever until you finally broke the silence.

“I’ve never seen you cry,” you whispered to him, one of your palms still cupping his cheek. You felt him lean into the touch. He closed his eyes and another tear slipped out but you were quick to wipe it away.

“D-did you kn-know?” he asked you and you shook your head softly.

“I didn’t know. I just saw her today,” not wanting to say more, you stopped.

“Who was it?” he asked, now fully bringing his head up from his hands. Shit.

“That’s not important. What’s important is your health and I assure you Mr. Potter that crying is not good for your health,” you tried lighting up his mood, which lowkey worked because a soft chuckle escaped his lips, making a smile form on your lips as well. You took both of his hands in yours and gave them a squeeze. He looked at your joined hands and a slight blush crept up his cheeks, which was unknown to you.

“Why were you ignoring me?” he asked the question you were dreading. A sigh left your lips and you sat on the floor in an identical pose to James and rubbed your face with your hands, which left James’s. Both of you tried to ignore the tinge of disappointment that hit both of yours’ hearts.

“I honestly don’t know,” you stated. You had read enough romantic books to know that questions like these usually ended up with love confessions but you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to tell James you loved him right after he found out his girlfriend was cheating on him.

“You don’t know why you were ignoring me?” he said, a small smile forming on his lips.

Neither of them looked at each other, rather they looked at the spaces in front of them because at that moment, both of them realized something.

Y/N, that maybe James knew.

James, that he was catching feeling for her right after is breakup.

This was messed up.

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Andrew Garfield knows!!!! Oh my god. He knows 😶😶

My new obsession is to have a talk show and invite Timothée Chalamet, Aaron Taylor Johnson, Jamie Bell, Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield and tell them all about the marauders universe

Pants on Fire

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Requested by @karsmel : You bump into Peter during a class field trip to Stark Towers after Flash convinces everyone that Peter is lying about his internship

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“So thats pretty much it.” Flash shrugged. “I came, I served cunt, and I left.”

“Can you please stop telling us about all the times you have diarrhea in a Starbucks bathroom and calling it “serving cunt”? We really don’t need or want to know.” MJ groaned.

“You asked me how my weekend was.” Flash reminded her.

“And I regret that so deeply.” She replied.

“Good morning, class.” Professor Harrington greeted when he came into the classroom. “I regret to inform you that we will not be going forward with our previously planned discussion of the essay due today.”

“We had an essay due today?” Ned asked.

“I honestly don’t even know what class this is.” Flash mumbled.

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Wanda: You know what’s a stupid letter?

Pietro: Q?

Wanda: Yeah, why do I hate Q so much?

Pietro: ‘Cause it’s obviously just an O trying to be all fancy with it’s pointless little tail.

Wanda: Q’s pathetic.

Y/N: 

Y/N: Piet, your superhero name is literally ‘Quicksilver’.

Pietro: 

Pietro: FUCK!

Eros Flirts with the Wrong Eternal

Druig x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eros takes a liking to you, but he flirted with the wrong powerful and very married Eternal.

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Thank you o much for requesting @seraphinevalentine ! I hope you like it!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

"The enchanting, enchanting Y/N. The witch!" Eros all put purred as his gaze fell upon you. "Oh, the stories they tell about you. Reality bending to your will with just a point of a finger. You are just spectacular." He walks over to you like a runway model. His lips form a smirk as he stood in front of you. The smell of booze and odd-smelling cologne made you want to gag.

Druig looked at you from the back of the room. Slouching against the wall with his arms crossed, his hands clenched tightly into fists. Enchanting? He scoffs to himself and rolls his eyes. His eyes watched your back so intensely you swore he could burn a hole. You felt his presence of course. Druig rarely got jealous, but when he did you could feel it from the depths of your soul.

Eros took your hand that was at your side and kept eye contact as he brought it to his lips. You tried to pull away but his grip on your hand only tightened "I am honored to be in your presence," he told you charmingly. Your brain felt fuzzy as his smooth lips connected with the back of your hand. It wasn't because of the gesture but of someone tapping into your mind.

"I can feel you stare at me, my love," you think, your words echo inside your head.

"I'll cut off his lips if he doesn't remove them." You shouldn't admit that the echoey growl made you shiver in all the right ways. Once you felt Eros let his lips linger you pull away quickly, wiping your hand on your jeans.

"Eros," you begin. "My husband Druig," you announced, emphasizing Druig's title. Eros shifted his stare from you, eyes landing upon the man dressed in black leather. He smirked and politely waved.

"Pleasure," he greets quickly like he wanted to avoid him at all costs. He turned away and made his way back down the hall, saying something about the information he had for Thena and the rest of you.

Staying behind after Thena and Makkari left the room, Druig pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to you. He placed his hands protectively on your hips with a tighter than normal grip. "You're hot when you're jealous," you remark, tilting your chin up at him playfully.

"I'm not jealous," he grumbles, narrowing his eyes. You cocked your head and let a small smile tug at your lips.

"Right... just like you weren't with the French nobleman in the 17th century or the innkeeper in London. Oh! Or the old man who runs the deli across from our apartment!" Druig cut you off by placing a kiss on your lips. You laugh and pull him in deeper, your arms draped around his neck.

"You have my whole heart, Druig. You have ever since we met," you reassure him as you pull away, lips still dangerously close to his. He nods down at you and pulls you by the hips, your chest colliding into his.

He sighs. "I know, I know. I just don't trust him, and I'm not particularly fond of him."

"I don't like him either, but he's the only one that can help find the others," you tell him before kissing him again.

Later that evening, you were in the kitchen with your nose in a cookbook. Pots and pans levitated in the air from your magic. You flick your finger as you mumble the recipe out loud, a wooden spoon began to stir the large pot above the stove. It was a hard day for all of you with the endless search for your family. Eros, in between flirting with you and the other women was proving himself helpful.

In celebration of the progress, he invited you all along to one of his favorite bars in the corners of the galaxy. Fearing Druig might have an aneurysm from the offer, you declined, offering your husband a quiet night on the Domo instead. "It looks so effortless," Eros called over from the doorway. Dressed in a nice suit he smiled over at you. You look up from the book and offer him a smile.

He crosses the room, admiring all the levitating parts "It's a shame you won't be joining us tonight," he sighs. You raise an eyebrow and bite the inside of your cheek.

"Oh really?" you question.

"Oh yes. But I could see having a husband like him makes it hard to have a good time." You look past him, Druig had arrived for dinner early. You shoot him a quick look and lower the dishes from the air. Druig stood upright, spine as straight as the blade he wanted to plunge in Eros' neck.

But Druig couldn't do that. He knew it would make you upset and the thought of you looking at him with sad y/e/c eyes would haunt him every night. He swore he wasn't typically a jealous person. There were times when men would get too close, ask you to dance, or wonder why he was standing next to you all the time. It was your words and small actions that brought him back to reality. He recalled statements like: "He's my husband" and "I would rather die than be without him" echoed in his subconscious. The sight of Eros stalking you with huntsman's eyes didn't bother him such anymore.

You slam the book onto the counter with a loud thud that vibrated on the marble countertop "What are you insinuating, Eros?" you scowled, he had crossed the lines of just being polite.

"Come with me, I'll show you the time of your life."

"I would rather choke...speaking of-" you point your finger in the direction of his neck. A squeezing feeling appears around it, an invisible hand clenching tightly. Eros grips at his throat, gasping for air. His fingernails were clawing at his Adam's apple. Looking at you with pleading eyes the whites in his eyes turn red.

You point your finger again. With a gasp of air, he leans forward, pressing his sweaty forehead against the cool marble. He coughs and finally looks up at you "Find someone else to flirt with, Eros," you hiss.

He was on his way out when he caught sight of Druig, a smug smirk on his face. Eros looked at his shoes, avoiding eye contact with him. Eros knew Druig could do so much worse. Druig grabbed him by the arm, his blue eyes staring into Eros' "You talk to her, look at her, or if you dare touch her I will do so much worse than choke you. Help to us or not I will kill you. Got it?" His blue eyes start to glow gold, he wasn't going to do anything, it was simply a scare tactic. All Eros could do was nod like a scared child before hurrying out of the room.

Druig laughed as he walked over to you, "My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I think you scared our guest," he says with playful mocking. You made your way around the counter and sat on one of the bar stools, allowing your husband to stand in between your legs. Your hands touch the sides of his stomach while he runs his fingers through your hair.

"It was worth it," you respond, "but I really should get back to dinner." Druig shakes his head as he purses his lips. Lifting you out of the chair, he places you on top of the counter. While his lips connect to the sensitive spot on your neck he leans over and turns off the burners.

"Forget about dinner, my love. " he whispers.