marty peters

Marlene McKinnon was his first kiss. Well, really, she was his first everything. The blonde caused his first skinned knee, knocked him off his first broom, gave him his first (albeit extremely muddy) valentine’s day card, and was indirectly the cause of his first black eye. He fit right in with her older brothers and found himself feeling a big part of the McKinnon family without ever needing to try. And even though she was welcome in the Potter’s home anytime, she still preferred to scale the Victorian lattice and climb in through his window - just for effect. She was the girl next door and she was fucking brilliant. 

Marlene McKinnon was his worst influence. Even worse than Sirius. She started smoking before any of them and also quit before they even realized. In third year she told James that it would impress Lily Evans if he learned to play the guitar, just for a laugh. He did and fell in love with it, eventually so did Lily Evans. Actually, the first time he ever picked on Lily was because he was a bit jealous that she was getting more of Marlene’s attention than he was. He wasn’t used to sharing. And then when Sirius snogged her the first time, he had two reactions: the first was an overbearing, overprotective need to smash his best mate’s face in and the second was hysterical laughter. He’s never laughed for so long in his entire life - especially because he knew who Sirius actually wanted to snog.

Marlene McKinnon was his in so many was. The summer before sixth year, right before Sirius moved in, they had been laying out in the field behind his house. One thing led to another and they decided if they were going to have awkward first encounters, why not have them with each other? He lost his virginity, much of his dignity, and gained more sexual confidence than he honestly should’ve had. They snuck off a few times that summer to get in more practice and spent more time laughing than they did kissing. When Lily started dating him, Marlene nearly spit her pumpkin juice all over Remus’ robes when she said how amazing he was with his hands. They had no kiss-and-tell rule, so no one else understood why she was having a laughing fit.

Marlene McKinnon was dead and James felt lost. She was always just there. Anything he couldn’t talk to Sirius about or didn’t want to burden Lily with went to Marlene. He still owed her a galleon for winning the bet on how quickly Remus and Sirius would move in together after Hogwarts. It was honestly one of the worst days in his entire life when Emmeline Vance apparated to their flat to tell them that the McKinnons had been murdered. He was inconsolable for days. The following day was the first time he faced Voldemort himself and if it weren’t for Lily, he wouldn’t have made it out alive. 

Marlene McKinnon was his fire and his fuel. The last letter she ever wrote him was more about how stupid he looked during a duel and less about how afraid she was. That letter was folded and creased so many times that the ink was fading. It remained in the pocket of his robes for the next year. The last time he read it was the day he died, because he read it every day. He read that letter to remind him of what they were fighting for and what they stood to lose. 

If Sirius was his right hand, then Lily was his heart. And if Remus was his conscience, then Marlene was his gut instinct. He should’ve listened to her when she said that she was worried about Peter. If he had, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Sorry, @daisvrildey, but did you really think I wasn’t going to give you something that would make you send me messages in all caps? 

America Strikes Back; the response piece to the British Invasion

anonymous asked:

"Who's the guy who looks like he has a stick up his ass?" Billy asked. Marty sighed. "Percival Graves. He's... well, he's a wizard." Billy gave him a look. "Uh huh... how about the creepy fucker who looks like he wants to eat me?" Marty took a long drink. "Jerry. He's a vampire." Billy nodded and looked around. "How about the guy sketching the same thing over and over?" Marty crossed his arms. "Peter. He's a thief."

“Who’s the guy giving me a blowjob?”

“Alexander.”

The Other Woman

edit 6/15/17: edited this so instead of michelle it’s liz!!
Summary: In which Peter and the reader begin a friends with benefits relationship, and it’s all great until Liz Allan walks in the picture.
Word Count: 2234
Warnings: Not too detailed sex scene, jealousy, bit of angst, making out
A/N: I’m finally done with this and I plan for there to be a part two and three so look out for that :-)
{ @thenightmarebeforesam​ LOOK AT ME!! I POSTED!! }
edit 6/15/17: [ @buckys-fossil look at me! i edited!]

Originally posted by prettystucky

You watched Peter from the other side of the lunch table you and your friends sat at closely. You were looking at the way he scrunched up his nose as he once again managed not to poke a hole in a Capri Sun, and you really couldn’t help but giggle to yourself.

Peter had just recently joined your group of friends, but he never seemed to be around often. Whenever you were all on an outing, he was always quiet and had to leave early. He rarely ever came to sleepovers, and the only person he seemed to talk to was Ned.

Even though you just recently started being around Peter more often, you’ve known him for a long time. Your window had a perfect view of his window, due to you living in the apartment complex next to his. There was always the occasional wave and silent walk to school together, but nothing more.

“Y/N, are you even paying attention?” your friend spoke up, waving her hand in front of your face.

“Yeah, yeah, you and Milo went to a beach thing at Coney Island, had a blast, he did stuff I’d rather not say to you, and he spent the night at your house.” you monotonously spoke, looking away from Peter and down at the pasta you had for lunch. She was appalled, speechless to the fact you had given her a reply she didn’t expect.

“Oh, well, you’re right. Anyways, what are you doing tonight? I heard Darryl’s having a party, you wanna go?” she offered, raising her eyebrows in excitement. They soon fell as you shook your head no.

“Sorry, but parents are out of town, and I can finally watch Netflix on the main TV. Plus, a party on a Friday night in New York? Count me out.” you explained half-heartedly, and before she had a moment to reply you were already picking up your tray of lunch and going over to the trash to dump it out.

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