Katycat

Fade into you

[emberemberhearts]

sirius “too much” black and remus “not enough” lupin

[basietta]

[moonysreallloverr]

remus lupin has a degree in yearnalism

[loded-diapers2]

babies loooove remus. remus does not know how to behave with babies. like someone leaves him alone in a room with a baby and he'll be like "hello"

[multifand0m25]

Everything about this picture is making me actually go crazy

[bartysgreenstripofhair]

"Remus as the hot nerd-" NUH UH

Remus? Remus was below average looking as a young teenager. His nose was too big, his scars made his skin pull and warp in some places, he wasn't fit, he was lanky, his limbs were always in some awkward stance.

And Sirius? Down BAD. But, here's the thing, he doesn't know. He keeps on convincing himself "I only get stressed and flustered around Moony because he's so good-looking, that's completely normal!"

Meanwhile James and Peter are listening to this and just glancing at each other nervously like "hate to break it to you..."

[aquastorm1999]

First time drawing these characters. Mum requested these. Loved how they turned out

[nasttkss]

i’ve got my eye on you ★

[sweettpink]

i want joey lynch so bad why is he fictional

[luvvholdmedown]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY IN 5 DAYS 🎉🎉🎉

[sweeetestcurse]

Kathryn Newton as Sammy in Abigail (2024)

[lovethat2211]

I just love being a teenage girl cuz wdym I get to lie in bed every night and read stories about any piece of media I consume

[marswrites11120]

Everyone knows that Sirius was the outgoing of the two brothers, he was always moving and causing chaos while Regulus was more quiet rather keep to himself and his studies. You would think this means Sirius would be the guy dancing on tables while drunk while Regulus is barely sipping on his own drink in the corner.

Actually, you would be wrong.

Sirius when drunk doesn't want to move much, he is flushed and a wobbly mess clinging onto Remus the whole time. Regulus on the other hand forgets himself while drunk, dancing with Barty maybe making out who cares, that's sober Regulus's problem.

[hinny-is-my-comfort-ship]

YES

sirius becoming more subdued while on substances and regulus losing all of his bearings is VERY real to me

[lilyduhhh16]

my jamieee <33

(inspired by me and @dolbwun ‘s current wip, Let the Light In <33)

snippet of ch. 1

[luvvholdmedown]

Can I get this for my birthday

[the-wizard-star]

sirius black who spent his childhood being denied medicine by his mother even after being tortured only to develop a pill addiction as soon as he left that household

remus lupin who spent his life with a disappointed drunkard for a father and vowed to never end up like him, only to become an alcoholic as soon as he hit his twenties

[hawkeye12]

Lily: Hey guys, I’ve been practicing my photography skills and I was wondering what this photo makes you feel?

Lily hands over a casual photo of Remus in warm lighting.

Sirius: Lust

Lily: okay, anyone else?

James grabbing the photo: Oh Yeah, definitely lust

Lily: Literally anybody else?

Peter peering at the photo: You were going for lust right?

Lily: No, no I was not.

[thollandsgirl2013]

How are you doing ? I was an idea for a series or one-shot for a Peter Parker x fem Stark reader. For a PDHPE assessment at Midtown High School, students are paired up with "fake" relationships assigned to them, with the intention of simulating real-life scenarios—however, one unsuspecting couple which is Peter and Y/n unexpectedly develops genuine feelings for each other, blurring the lines between what was supposed to be a mere exercise.

Hi! So, I’ll be honest, I had no idea what a PDHPE assessment was at first 😅 and had to do a little digging. Once I realized it was more of a fantasy-style prompt, it actually fit really well with a Stark!Reader storyline. Hope it’s close to what you imagined, and that you enjoyed watching Peter Parker fall head over heels for his assignment partner💙✨

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞… 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fake dating, Friends to lovers, Fluff, Humor, Stark Sarcasm, Protective Tony, Flash being Flash, Mild language, PDA.

Summary → What started as a fake dating project turns real fast.

(gif not mine)

You were already halfway checked out the moment your PDHPE teacher, Ms. Calder, wrote “Relationship Simulation Project” across the whiteboard in big Pink letters.

You blinked at it.

Peter, two rows over, tilted his head like a confused golden retriever.

And Flash whispered (loudly), “Is she seriously making us fake date? This is not what I signed up for when I chose PE over Drama.”

You leaned over to MJ, eyebrow raised. “What the hell kinda Black dimension lesson plan is this?”

Ms. Calder clapped her hands for attention like a chaotic game show host.

“Okay, class! So to explore interpersonal communication, compromise, and emotional regulation, you'll be paired up to simulate a romantic relationship for one week. Each pair will complete a daily journal, a conflict resolution worksheet, and plan a 'mock date' together. This is for assessment, people.”

A few groans echoed around the room. Peter Parker turned an impossible shade of red.

You muttered, “If I wanted forced intimacy, I’d go to another Stark family therapy session.”

“Names are being randomly chosen,” Ms. Calder went on. “No swaps, no trades, no take-backs. This is about working with people outside your comfort zone. Growth, people.”

You rolled your eyes. “Growth can kiss my a—”

“—nd our first pair is…” She glanced at her tablet. “Peter Parker and Y/N Stark.”

The silence was so loud you could hear the metaphorical record scratch.

You blinked once. Then twice.

Peter looked like he had stopped breathing. Fully frozen. His pen dropped out of his hand and rolled off the desk with a dramatic little clatter.

MJ snorted quietly beside you.

“Oh my God,” you said under your breath. “I’m going to fake date a human golden retriever.”

She elbowed you. “Didn’t you say you haven’t seen him since that mission briefing last week where he knocked over two mugs and called you ‘dude’ twice?”

“That was three mugs,” you muttered, “and he also called me ‘sir’ once by accident.”

Meanwhile, Peter was frantically gathering his things to come sit beside you. He bumped into the desk. Then the chair. Then his own knee.

You raised your hand as he awkwardly took the seat next to you.

“Quick question,” you said dryly. “Do I get hazard pay for babysitting a nervous breakdown?”

Ms. Calder smiled like she hadn’t heard you. “Try to treat this seriously, class. Think of it as a way to learn about yourself, and each other.”

You turned to Peter with a half-smirk. “So… boyfriend. Long time no see. Ready to fake love me for a grade?”

He coughed. Choked on his own spit. Literally.

“Y/n! I—uh—hi. Yeah. I mean. Sure. Girlfriend. Wow. Okay. This is fine. I’m fine.”

You leaned back in your chair. “You’re already sweating, Parker. This is gonna be fun.”

Peter just nodded, trying to look casual while dying inside.

You raised an eyebrow. “You're already short-circuiting and we haven't even started. You're lucky I'm used to tech malfunctions.”

Peter let out a laugh that was mostly panic. “Um. Yeah, fake dating. Cool. Fun.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Weird how I’ve seen you literally throw a bus across a street and this is what breaks you.”

He groaned softly. “Please don’t tell Mr. Stark I choked on my own spit when you said ‘boyfriend.’ ”

You smirked. “Depends. You plan on doing anything else embarrassing today?”

Peter looked genuinely concerned. “Should I say yes just to mentally prepare?”

You leaned back in your chair with a shrug. “Honestly? Yeah.”

Oh yeah. This was gonna be chaos.

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You told yourself it was still just an assignment.

Even when Peter brought you real flowers to your “mock date.”

Even when his hand lingered way too long during your “communication trust exercise.”

Even when he sent you goodnight texts that said “sleep well, Y/N :)” like it was just for homework.

You were a Stark. You didn’t catch feelings. Feelings caught you and then got yeeted into the sun.

At least, that’s what you told yourself until you were ten minutes into your second fake date, sitting side by side at the local boba place Peter picked, knees touching under the table and you realized:

Peter Parker was kind of… devastatingly sweet.

And kind. And funny. And soft. And awkward. And nervous in a way that was weirdly endearing, like he wanted to impress you but didn’t want you to know he wanted to impress you.

“You don’t have to hold my hand the whole time,” you teased, looking down where his fingers were wrapped gently around yours.

His ears turned bright red. “R-right! Sorry! I just—Ms. Calder said physical affection boosts realism and—uh—I can let go, I wasn’t trying to—”

You smirked and squeezed his hand. “I’m messing with you, Parker. Relax.”

“Oh,” he said, clearly short-circuiting again. “Cool. Haha. Relaxing. I am relaxed.”

He was not relaxed.

You tilted your head and studied him for a moment, your tone softening.

“You’re doing really well, y’know. You’re not half-bad at this fake boyfriend thing.”

His eyes flicked to yours, hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, surprised at how much you meant it. “Honestly… I think you’re kind of better than most real ones.”

He blushed so hard he nearly combusted.

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DAY 4: Texting for the ‘assignment’

Peter: hey so i’m supposed to check in with my fake gf or i fail romantic communication

You: wow. tragic.

Peter: i know. pls answer this or i’ll have to write a poem about my emotional decay

You: ngl i kinda wanna see that

Peter: rude. i’m a sensitive artist.

You: ok ok. i had a good day. fake bf check-in: 8/10. could use more boba.

Peter: noted. fake gf deserves the world (and also extra boba)

You stared at your phone way too long after that one.

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DAY 5: Jealousy hits like a truck.

You were walking out of class when Flash suddenly appeared like a gremlin summoned by drama.

“Hey Stark,” he grinned, draping an arm over your shoulders. “If this whole fake thing with Parker doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.”

You blinked at him. “The trash?”

Peter was a few steps behind you, arms crossed, clearly trying so hard not to look bothered.

When Flash strutted off, Peter mumbled, “You know, you really don’t have to flirt back just to keep it realistic…”

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

He froze. “N-nothing! I mean, it’s fine, I’m not mad! Or jealous. Or—uh—noticing. You can flirt with whoever. Because we’re fake. Haha. Totally fake.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You good, Webs?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-yeah. Totally. Just… don’t date Flash. Even fake-dating Flash would be a crime against humanity.”

You laughed. But something weird and warm fluttered in your chest.

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Later, you were walking together toward the compound’s garage when he offhandedly said,

“I used to have this thing for Liz, but that feels like… forever ago.”

You nodded casually, but your smile dropped half a centimeter.

Used to. Past tense. Cool. Why did that sting?

“...She’s not you though,” Peter added quickly, without even looking at you.

You stopped walking.

“What?”

He blinked. “What?”

You squinted at him. “Did you just compare me with her?”

Peter turned crimson. “NO I—well—I mean yes? B-but I didn’t mean it like that, I just—I mean you’re—you’re you, and she was—wasn’t.”

You stared at him for a second. “That was maybe the dumbest sentence I’ve ever heard.”

He buried his face in his hands. “I deserve that.”

You smirked. “Yeah. But… thanks. I think? ”

You kept walking, but now your heart was doing that stupid flutter thing and you had to pretend you weren’t smiling like an idiot.

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Final day of the project.

You sat in the back row of PDHPE, arms crossed, watching another pair present their “reflection” with forced smiles and robotic delivery. You and Peter were up next.

Your brain was not focused on the assignment. It was spinning with the emotional chaos of the past week, the “practice” holding hands, the late-night texts, the jealousy, the way Peter looked at you like you were the only person on the planet.

Which, rude, because he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this.

Feelings? For Peter Parker?? That was so not in your schedule.

You cleared your throat. Time to deploy your defense mechanism: Sarcasm, Stark-style.

“You ready, Fake Boyfriend?” You whispered, elbowing him.

Peter looked nervous but smiley. “Only if you’re ready, Fake Girlfriend.”

God, he had the audacity to look at you with those soft brown eyes and mean it.

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get this cringe-fest over with.”

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The two of you stood in front of the class. Your slideshow behind you was mostly Peter’s doing, because let’s be honest, you were good at many things, but formatting Google Slides without adding memes of your dad or the Avengers in pajama pants was not one of them.

Peter started off with the basic summary:

“Over the last seven days, we explored different aspects of relationship-building like communication, empathy, and conflict resolution—”

You cut in, deadpan:

“—And somehow didn’t kill each other. A modern miracle.”

Everyone laughed. Peter blushed. You smirked.

Then came the reflection part.

Peter shifted awkwardly. “Um. So. Personally… I learned that sometimes, pretending something is real can accidentally, maybe, kinda… feel real.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You glanced sideways. He wasn’t looking at the class. He was looking right at you.

You blinked and whispered, “Is that in the notes, or are you just going off-script?”

He shrugged, nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Off-script.”

Your heartbeat was not listening to you anymore.

You turned back to the class with a too-casual shrug. “Well. I learned that boys who bring you boba and blush a lot might actually be tolerable.”

More laughter. But your voice cracked a bit, just at the end.

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After class.

You bolted down the hallway, trying to collect your thoughts, only to hear sneakers skidding behind you.

“Y/N—wait, hey—can we talk for a second?”

You turned, arms folded, doing your best impression of Not A Girl With Feelings.

“About what? Our fake relationship? Or the part where you made it all confusing by being, like… weirdly sweet and real boyfriend-y and—ugh—nice?”

Peter blinked. “You thought I was sweet?”

“Don’t push it.”

He stepped closer, looking a little breathless. “Okay. I know we were supposed to be pretending. But I wasn’t pretending when I said it felt real. Because… it did. You feel real.”

You stared at him. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

He swallowed. “I mean… you’re always sarcastic and you act like nothing phases you. But I see you. You take care of people. You remember the tiny stuff. You roll your eyes, but you never walk away.”

Your wall cracked, just a little. “That’s......dumb. You’re dumb.”

Peter laughed, a little shy. “I know. But I like you anyway.”

You blinked, heartbeat absolutely feral now. “You do?”

“I-I do.”

He stepped a little closer. His voice lowered, nervous and hopeful.

“Can I kiss you? Like… for real?”

You bit your lip. “For the assignment?”

He smiled. “No. For me.”

You hesitated for a breath. Then whispered, “Okay. But just so you know… It's my first kiss but I'll still grade harshly.”

He leaned in. Gentle. Warm. Soft like a secret.

And fireworks. Literal brain static. You barely registered the way your hand reached up and grabbed his hoodie to pull him a little closer, just to be sure this was real.

When you pulled back, both of you were blushing messes.

Peter grinned. “So… real boyfriend now?”

You smirked. “Guess so, Parker. Don’t screw it up.”

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Peter didn’t think the day would end like this.

Standing in the Tower kitchen. Shirt slightly wrinkled. Lips slightly swollen. Heart? Absolutely sprinting.

You were sitting on a stool across the island, trying (and failing) to hide your smirk behind a mug of tea. Because, well… your dad had entered the chat.

And he did not look thrilled.

Tony Stark stood there, arms folded, brows raised in that very I’m not mad, just… disappointed. And maybe preparing to nuke your soul kind of way.

“I thought,” Tony said slowly, “this whole ‘pretend boyfriend’ thing was for an assignment. You know. Educational purposes. Graded participation. Harmless simulation.”

Peter swallowed. “It—uh. It was. Originally. I swear.”

Tony raised one brow like he was about to pull up a PowerPoint labeled LIES.

“So when exactly,” he asked, voice dangerously calm, “did this turn into my daughter shoving her tongue down your throat on my security footage?”

You choked on your tea. Peter looked like he might faint.

“Mr. Stark, I swear, it wasn’t—like—planned, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what? Fall head-over-webs for Stark Baby #1? Accidentally catch feelings during a state-mandated fake dating project? Grow up, Parker. That’s literally the plot of every romcom ever.”

Peter blinked. “So… you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” Tony said, sipping his espresso. “I’m furious. Because I trusted you to be an awkward little nerd with no game. And here you are. Pulling moves.”

You leaned forward, grinning. “Dad. Chill. It’s not that deep.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Y/N, sweetheart, I love you. I do. But you have the worst taste. First you had a crush on Draco Malfoy when you were ten, and now this—”

“Draco was misunderstood!” You snapped.

“Yeah, well so is Parker,” Tony said, glaring at him. “Misunderstood until he’s grounded for life.”

Peter looked pale. “Am I grounded?”

“You? ” Tony snorted. “Kid, you’re not even my kid. I can’t ground you. I can just… make your life extremely inconvenient.”

You laughed. “He’s bluffing.”

“I invented bluffing,” Tony said.

Peter raised his hands, sheepish. “Look—I know this is… not ideal. But I like her. A lot. And I promise I’ll never hurt her. I mean that.”

Tony stared at him for a long, quiet moment.

Then he sighed. “Great. Now I gotta threaten a teenager with a vibranium wrench. Happy Tuesday.”

You jumped off the stool and kissed Tony on the cheek. “Love you, Dad.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see how much when your monthly allowance suddenly evaporates.”

Peter grinned nervously. “Mr. Stark, sir? Please don’t evaporate anything. Especially..... me.”

Tony gave him a long, thoughtful look.

Then—

“Alright. Fine. Just… no funny business under my roof. And if I see you sneaking into her room again, I’m replacing your web-shooters with electric hand belts.”

Peter turned white. “Y-Yes sir.”

You blinked at Tony, all wide-eyed innocence. “Define ‘funny business,’ exactly?”

Tony groaned into his espresso.

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Extra: Stark Baby Got A Boyfriend

You weren’t trying to cause a scene. You really weren’t.

But you were also very much not sorry that Peter Parker—newly promoted boyfriend and your favorite fake-to-real love story—was kissing you like the world didn’t exist.

Right in front of your locker.

At 8:02 a.m.

On a Wednesday.

You were the one who pulled him in, hands in his hoodie, heart in your throat.

He stiffened for half a second, then melted. Melted like butter. His hands found your waist, hesitant but warm, and he kissed you back like he’d been waiting his whole life for it.

Your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie as he leaned in, lips warm, kiss a little messy and rushed, like he was still getting used to the whole "dating a Stark" thing.

Which, let’s be honest—he was.

And then:

“UH—EXCUSE ME??”

You both jerked apart.

Cue MJ, coffee in hand, eyes wide like she just saw a UFO.

And Ned, frozen mid-step, mouth open, brain totally buffering.

They stood there like they’d accidentally stumbled onto the craziest scene in the universe.

“You guys are—? Since when are you—??” Ned flailed his arms, “I knew something was up during that mock conflict resolution session!”

MJ pointed dramatically. “You rolled your eyes at him too affectionately. That’s how I knew.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “It’s… recent?”

“Understatement,” you muttered, smirking. “About sixteen hours recent.”

“Wha—?!” Ned shrieked. “I’ve been manifesting this since sophomore year and I still didn’t see it coming?!”

Peter chuckled, pulling you closer by the waist. “I think it surprised us too.”

And then, as if summoned by Devil himself—

FLASH THOMPSON WALKED BY.

He froze mid-strut.

Blink.

Blink blink.

Error 404: Brain not found.

You could hear his brain combusting.

“WAIT. WAIT. WHAT—WHAT IS HAPPENING—” Flash pointed. “YOU’RE—SHE’S—PARKER?! YOU’RE DATING Y/N STARK?!”

Peter blinked. “Uh. Yeah?”

Flash did a double take so violent he almost tripped over his own Air Jordans. “WHAT DIMENSION IS THIS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN PENIS PARKER GOT THE STARK HEIRESS??”

You tilted your head sweetly. “Aw, Flash. You jealous?”

He sputtered. “Of—of him?! No way, I just—like—seriously?! You’re a Stark! You could date anyone! You could date, like, a Hemsworth or someone!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but Peter actually knows how to use a brain cell. And, y’know, he doesn’t speak in protein shakes.”

Ned wheezed. MJ snorted her coffee.

Peter was still red in the face, but the smile he gave you?

Yeah, worth every second of hallway gossip.

Flash, meanwhile, walked off muttering to himself like an NPC in total glitch mode.

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