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[scrapsforlife]

˚ ⋅* Intro Post ˚ ⋅*

Hey! My name is Scraps

here are a few quick things you should know about me!

I’m she/her, I identify as a lesbian. please don’t ask me about my age or be weird and I can’t donate so please don’t ask, it makes me feel bad.

also I am quite literally spiderman, dont ask any questions

NUMBER ONE JOHN WALKER FAN AND BATTLEAGENT TRUTHER

facts and interests

Warning: I do curse A LOT, so get ready

Scraps is just the name i use online so feel free to call me anything!

please send me asks! i love talking to people

sorry if i ghost you on accident, my notifications are always off and im an idiot

My fandoms include but are not limited to: Marauders, MCU (PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THUNDERBOLTS), Hamilton, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Harry Potter (I do not support JK Rowling), Glee, and Yellowjackets!

I write fanfiction, you can find me on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Scraps_9734/pseuds/Scraps_9734

my pinterest is https://pin.it/7x5A9y8Tm so feel free to stalk and follow me

I also have just started making fanart, so I might start posting that

I love to write, whether it’s poetry or prose, and i might start posting that on here as well

I love art! my sketchbook is my most prized possession!

My favorite colors are green and orange, but i mainly wear black

My spirit animal (according to my friends) is a soggy wet rat, but i also love goats!

My favorite artist at the moment is Hozier, and i truly will not shut up about Unreal Unearth: Unending

my other blogs are @scrapsforlife which i use for all things fandom, and @turnstile-jake which i really have no clue what it’s for.

˚ ⋅* ‧₊Ships ˚ ⋅* ‧₊

Jegulus/Starchaser/Sunseeker

Wolfstar

Pandalily

Rosekiller

Walphemia (don’t worry about it)

Quillkiller

A bunch of rare pairs (Moonwater, Prongsfoot, Sunseer)

Peraltiago (B99)

Chidi and Eleanor (The Good Place)

Nick and Charlie (Heartstopper)

Percy and Annabeth (PJO)

Amy and Laurie (Little Women)

Enid and Wednesday (Wednesday)

Jess and Nick (New Girl)

Jackieshauna

Lottienat

there are more but those are the big ones for now

˚ ⋅* ‧₊Kins˚ ⋅* ‧₊

Peter Pettigrew (Marauders)

Adrian Pimento (B99)

Harley Keener (Marvel)

Eleanor (The Good Place)

Sue Sylvester (Glee)

PJ (Bottoms)

Winston (New Girl)

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

Again, there are more, but these are the ones i can come up with for now

My tags:

#scraps yaps - i mainly use for all the random bullshit i spew

#scraps says - i use for realer things and my poetry

My aesthetic is taking photos of the clouds, clouds, carrying a tote bag everywhere, smudged charcoal underneath my fingernails, a million hair bands, doodling on my hands, torn up jeans, and staying up until midnight.

My thoughts are not that coherent so apologies in advance, and if i ever say anything mean or rude to you, i promise i meant it to be funny, please tell me so i can fix it!

[syrcinus]

Jegulus sketch I did for class

[managone16]

Jegulus marriage reveal 1: Stranger: Hey, can I buy you a drink? Regulus: No thanks. Stranger, ignoring him: So, what do you do for a living? Regulus: Nothing. Stranger: Oh. You seem rich. Regulus: That's because my husband's my sugar daddy. *Sirius, who was nearby, starts choking* Stranger: H-husband? You're married? Regulus, showing off his ring: Yes. *Stranger mumbling apologies and leaving* Sirius, loudly: YOU'RE MARRIED?? Regulus: Yes. Barty: Wait, WHAT? You're joking. Regulus: No, I'm not joking. Sirius: This is NOT funny if this is a joke. You have a ring! Marlene: Wait, what's happening? The rest of them: REG IS MARRIED!! Dorcas, blinking: Sorry what the fuck now? Regulus, rolling his eyes: Ok, I'm married, now you all know, can we move on? Dorcas: Since fucking when? Sirius: TO WHO?! James, entering: Why's everyone screaming? Regulus: To him. *Everyone being dead silent* Barty: I'm sorry, what?

[cryingoverdeadgaywizzards]

Ok but imagine Regulus constantly got injured playing quidditch, but he was good at playing it off because he didn’t want to be perceived as weak. And for the most part, no one noticed. No one, except for James. James noticed. James noticed regulus wincing when he bumped his arm or limping when he walked or his wrist shaking when he tried to write. So James always healed Regulus’ injuries. He didn’t even have to ask.

But James stopped when Regulus took the mark. Part of Regulus was hoping James would’ve been able to heal that, too.

[marigold-hills]

@into-the-jeggyverse | prompt: roar | words: 759

NSFW minors do not interact please

In the lazy quiet of the morning, the chime of the incoming text message is like a sudden roar of a deadly, wild animal.

James should know just by that - maybe a lion’s roar is, after all, a warning to the unsuspecting gazelle. A head start, a countdown to being devoured.

James wouldn't put himself in the position of prey, but Regulus didn’t ask him, made the decision for him, unilaterally decided.

Barty: did Potter fall for it then?

Barty: if I owe you that 50 quid I hope he at least did a good job

Barty: if not come by after, you know no one can fuck you like I do anyway

(The night before their fingers were intertwined, foreheads together, lips only apart enough to give space for words to form: Jamie, and please and so good, just like that, so good for me. Then later: again, again, again, and next time I’ll take my time with you.)

They’re phones are identical. James didn’t notice until he picked up what he thought was his. Regulus must not have noticed when he took the wrong one with him to the kitchen.

(Let me make you coffee, he said, so sweetly, so unlike the usual cold shoulder he would give in response to James’ advances. You deserve it after last night. And this morning. Keep it up and I’ll make you coffee every day.)

(It’s a deal, James responded and thought of all the dusks and dawns ahead.)

“One coffee, sugar and milk, because you’re a heaven,” Regulus comes back into the bedroom, hair still bed-mused and dressed still only in James’ T-shirt. Nothing different than he was when he left. There’s still that spread of pink across the delicate arch of his cheekbones.

(Last night James kissed him right there, right over the little freckle that sits under his left eye.)

“You took the wrong phone,” James tells him. Surprised himself when his voice sounds the way it always does. Like nothing had changed.

Regulus laughs at himself and switches them, takes his phone from James’ hand and then sits in his lap, legs on each side of James’ thighs.

(Last night he rode him like this, perfectly tight and perfectly eager, eyes bright and pleading. Fuck me, fuck into me, he begged, breathy and lovely, please, I need you. Need you Jamie.)

“Sorry. I accidentally read your text,” James tells him. The space between Regulus’ waist where his hand should be and the bed where his hand is feels like magnets repelling each other.

“Barely a night together and you're already going through my phone?” Regulus teases. “If I knew you’d be so jealous—”

He stops because he’s read the texts. That lovely pinkness disappears. Regulus is always pale, but not this pale.

“Jamie…”

“You fucked me for £50?”

“No, wait— not like that, wait.”

James doesn’t push him off, but the feeling of Regulus’ skin on his own becomes unbearable.

(Last night, he kissed the delicate spaces of the inside of Regulus’ thighs, each and every beauty spot and line and perfection. The scar he got on his knee as a child, the one by his hipbone from a drunken stumble.)

James doesn’t have it in him to put his hands on Regulus and lift him up. He doesn’t think he’d let go, if he did, and there’s something in him that won’t stoop to begging. He wishes he found it the night before. “Can you get off me please.”

Regulus, at least, gives him that. James gets up from the bed (rumpled sheets, a tear where Regulus bit into the night before to muffle his cries as James had him on his hands and knees) and puts on his trousers.

His wallet is in the back pocket. He carries cash with him because you never know - something could go wrong, someone could need help, someone, apparently, could count up how much James’ heart is worth.

He puts £50 on the bedside table.

“Jamie please, just— I’m so sorry, I didn’t, that’s not—”

He thinks to ask why Regulus is crying, why there are tears in those beautiful eyes of his, but they look the same as the ones he coaxed out the night before (just one more time for me, you can do it, show me again how you look when you come).

In the lazy quiet of the morning, the starting of James’ car engine sounds like the last roar of an animal dying, calling out to leave one last mark on the world.

***** I don’t know why I wrote this. Please don’t hate me.

[scrapsforlife]

just watched the drama and i need a version of it that’s jegulus, and i know you see my vision

like… that’s them

[valkyraine]

au where james and regulus have been dating since high school. their relationship started to get rocky during their law (james) and med (reg) school years. one night, during one of their most heated arguments, james decided to take a break and leave for a while, where he ended up in a car accident that left him unconscious for three days. when he finally woke up, he had no recollection of anything. overwhelmed by guilt, regulus asked their friends and family to refrain from reminding james of their relationship.

regulus packed everything that could remind james of their relationship and moved out of their home. he focused on graduating from med school and kept a distance from james. then during his first year of residency, james was rushed to the emergency room by his boyfriend to the hospital where regulus was working.

regulus was attending to another patient when he heard james’ boyfriend screaming for help. as he tended to james, who suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and asked regulus if they had met before. regulus quickly denied it and handed him over to an intern.

ever since that encounter, james has been unable to get a certain doctor out of his mind. he has made it his mission to learn more about him and uncover if regulus is one of the things he had forgotten in the past…. that’s when he stumbled upon an old polaroid photo of them beaming at each other, with regulus showing off his engagement ring.

[reggiesgrinningsoul]

James sobbing in Regulus' arms for the very first time and Regulus thinking he's doing the worst job ever at comforting him because he isn't speaking but this is exactly what James needed for so long. To just be held as he let it all out, not having someone in his ear telling him it will get better, that he's strong. Regulus silence comforts him more than words ever could, Regulus arms wrapped around him comforts him more than the distractions he'd force himself into ever would.

[caramelcorvs]

Regulus locks himself in his room days at a time to replenish his energy. James knows it’s simply Reg’s process. But it affects him more than he’d like to admit.

James finds shelter on the floor before Regulus’ door. Pillow under his head that he keeps imagining would morph into Reg’s thighs, his knee that keeps knocking against the door as if reaching for Reg.

James almost wishes he didn’t let Regulus take the only bedroom in the flat with the en-suite, that way if Reg needs to go, he would need to surface from his room, and walk past James.

James keeps thinking Reg is going to open the door, like he’s just going to forget he locked it or something.

James keeps tapping his foot, consider breaking down the door. But he knows that would just make things worse, make Regulus retreat further, and James would no longer be a place of safety for Reg.

[soopermax]

Tony’s lab has always been his fortress. It’s a place he hides away when he doesn’t feel like facing the world. Needless to say, it’s more function than form— Pepper would often comment on how bland and depressing the place seemed when she would come down to visit him.

But how could it be any different? He’d think to himself as he laughed off the comment. He came here to work himself to a numbness. And when his brain was silent and his hands were left to their own devices, most of the things they built were weapons, things made to destroy. It was all they could seem to do.

But then Peter comes into his life. He leaves little notes with funny messages all over Tony’s workbench before he leaves. He forgets his jacket on his stool. He dims the lights and messes with the thermostat (much to Tony’s frustration, who has always been Lord of the Thermostat). And he’s brilliant— he has good ideas, great ones, ones that help people.

His science test is on the mini-fridge. His blanket is on the couch. His blueprints are on the table. Peter leaves his handprints on everything he touches— a trail of creation— and while Tony wasn’t looking, Peter’s life became intertwined with his.

[stop here if you want to stay happy.]

[alright, you asked for it.]

And when Peter’s gone, Tony can feel the life he brought leave with him.

The first time he goes back to lab after the Snap, it’s months later. The place is exactly how he left it— now settled in dust, but still eerily out of time. He doesn’t bother flicking on the lights.

He wanders through the place, absentmindedly swiping dust off surfaces, picking up tools and putting them down… He avoids the right side of the room. There are ghosts there.

But then he notices it. Sitting on his workbench is a wrench. The wrench that only works on the prototype extra-strength bolts Tony had engineered, the one he’d let Peter borrow. The one that Tony would constantly remind Peter to return, but Peter, being Peter, would get distracted and forget to bring it with him. Tony had been so frustrated. He can hardly remember why.

He turns it over in his hands. On the bottom is a small post-it note, with scribbled writing: sorry it took so long. please don’t kill me! - peter

The ache in his ribs takes over, and Tony folds in on himself, barely managing to catch himself on the side of the workbench. He gives in, falling to the floor, and the tears start to come, and once it starts, it doesn’t stop, and he’s on his hands and knees, heaving and choking on his sobs— you lost him, you lost him, you lost him. The misery comes out like a sickness, like vomit, like a virus his body forcefully rejects, and to give into it would mean death.

And it was death, in a way. Because while Tony wasn’t looking, Peter’s life became intertwined with his, and now that Peter was gone, Tony had lost an irreplaceable part of himself.

[soopermax]

Peter doesn’t have very many friends. Tony doesn’t understand why— he’s very easy to love.

So when Peter describes Tony as his friend to the lady at the front desk to explain his visit, Tony wears that like a badge of honor.

“He’s my friend” to reassure Aunt May over the phone before a particularly dangerous mission. “He’s my friend” to warn his kidnappers that hell’s coming to them. “He’s my friend” when someone asks why he trusts Tony Stark, someone who got rich off of destruction, off of apathy.

Among the many, many things he’s been in his life— CEO of Stark Industries, Iron Man, an Avenger— being Peter’s friend is one of the things Tony’s most proud of.

[hammers-eatingme]

Irondad hc/prompt/drabble #2

Peter is poor, that's a fact. He found his costume in the garbage, getting a new backpack was a burden, and based on the weird stares he got, the subway wasn't screaming that he was privileged either. Tony is and always has been rich. Regardless of how terrible his father was, cold and calculating, at least he was stable. He didn't realize just how big their cultural gap was. He finds Peter at night in the kitchen. He's not eating, not drinking, not cooking or baking, just looking. His brown eyes dart around the cupboards, checking to see all the food there. He turned on the water, let it run for a few seconds, and turned it off. After that night, Tony kept the kitchen completely full. Peter still snuck down at night to check, but it wasn't as anxious and tense as before.

One time, Peter got hurt in the workshop. He cursed quietly, wrapping his hand in a rag. He wasn't in too much danger, but he definitely needed stitches. "Shit, you alright?" Tony grabbed his hand, poking and twisting, trying to estimate the damage. "Yeah, that's gonna need a few stitches. C'mon, let's get you to the hospital. There's one right down the road." "No! Do you know how much money that'd be, Mr. Stark? I'm fine, I can just do it at home." Tony was horrified at the thought of Peter sewing up his own torn flesh. "No! No, not happening! I'll pay—" "I can't ask you to do that—" "You're not asking, I'm offering! I'll make the money back by the time we get to the damn car."

Sometimes, Tony takes him to high-class places. Maybe for dinner, maybe for an errand. Peter's looking over his shoulder constantly, gripping his bag tight, hiding his hood. "Chill, kid, this isn't—" This isn't the rundowns. But Peter was from the rundowns. His fists clenched subconsciously at the thought of Peter getting mugged, someone trying to rob or shoot at him, steal his backpack that had a million holes in it, etc. "Just.. chill, okay?" Tony doesn't notice the looks Peter gets in those places, but Peter does. Peter notices the way they all think he's going to steal something. He notices the tight lips and smiles that don't reach their eyes. He notices the way they look afraid to touch him, like he carries a disease. "Can we.. Can I stay home next time?" Peter asks, his voice quiet. "Why? Don't wanna hang out with your," he clears his throat obnoxiously. "Bes' fwend?" Peter laughs, shaking his head. "Never do that again." The next time they go, he notices. Tony notices the looks, the tight lips and smiles that don't reach their eyes, the whispers and clutched pearls, and he isn't afraid to call them out for it.

Peter comes into the lab, eyes red, hands sweaty. "Mr. Stark?" he asks through a broken voice. "Yes, kid? What— Woah, what happened?" Peter fidgets with the envelope in his hand, sniffling. He takes a deep breath. The simple motion does nothing to nullify the shaky voice. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to, I swear. I'm not taking advantage of you or- or anything," Peter mumbles. Tony already knows what he's going to ask. Although, he didn't think the reason why would be so daunting. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can, but May can't pick up another shift, and I can't—" "Kid, calm down. What do you need money for and how much?" "Rent. I know it's a lot of money, so you don't have to, but I—" Tony cut him off. He stood, retrieving his wallet. He "And what? Let you and your aunt get evicted? No, it's fine. Just tell me how much it is." ".. Two thousand- five hundred." Tony nodded, trying to come off casual, not wanting to add guilt or pressure Peter at all. "Two... Seven... Ah! There we go, here." Peter bowed his head gratefully, thanking him. "And underoos?" Peter hummed. "Don't be afraid to ask for something like that again, alright? I don't want either of you on the streets, starving, or some other horror, okay?" "Okay, Mr. Stark. Thank you."

[gremlinservant]

Just vaccinated three kids and got kicked thank GOD I am selling them today

Edit:

THIS IS A POST ABOUT GOATS!!

[headcanonthings]

[hurtspideyparker]

Tony, with extensive sexual history (and trauma), falling for the virgin Captain America

the asexual Captain America.

Tony, who doesn't think he has much to offer outside of his body, who's been taught time and time again it's his best asset. Who hasn't known anyone who wouldn't take advantage if they could (and they have. Even the ones he didn't expect, didn't want...)

Steve Rogers, who's never wanted anyone's body, who doesn't see the fuss or interest. He wants to listen to Tony talk, spend their time together, hold his hand and maybe kiss his lips. Who wants to be with Tony and just...Tony

It's not a relief though, when Steve doesn't take the bait or reciprocate his moves. It's the first time Tony's ever wanted someone so badly, and Steve doesn't even want him back. It eats Tony alive. Consumes his every waking thought. Sex, sex, sex. Why doesn't Steve want it, want him?

Tony's known for a long time it's the only thing that keeps most people around him, let alone a proper boyfriend, and Steve's refusal is just a ticking time bomb till he leaves. Tony has nothing more to offer. Like a rotting fruit, he can only watch their relationship wilt further as Steve refuses to take a bite

Why doesn't he want my body?

Steve's not experienced enough to have realized how detrimental this...lack, inside of him would be. He waits for the wanting, but it doesn't come, and he couldn't care less—but Tony could. Tony does. It's like it's all he wants, touches and suggestions and urges. He's always respectful at the first sign of denial, but he always asks. Steve is slowly understanding that the longer he denies Tony the shorter their relationship is going to last. It fills him with a thick sludge of dread. He can't even cuddle his own boyfriend, kiss him, smile at him without it turning into a come on. He likes Tony, might even love him, but he's not sure he can give Tony this. And that terrifies him more than it should

Why does he only want my body?

[fotibrit]

tony stark who keeps the arc rector in his chest despite it no longer being medically necessary. Tony keeping it because it is his penance. Tony keeping it because it is his proof to himself that he can survive. Tony keeping it because he doesn’t deserve to breathe easy anymore, after letting Obie run the place. Tony keeping it as an emergency backup plan, in case he ever needs to strategically get a lot of attention from the media. Tony keeps the arc reactor in his chest because removing it at this point would remove most of his chest muscle and he just can’t stand feeling like a powerless scrawny 16 year old kid again. Tony keeps it because it’s a good reminder to himself that being a party boy isn’t an option anymore.

Tony who keeps the arc reactor long past necessary, because he doesn’t want to go back to feeling purposeless. They put protective metal over his heart and now his job is to do the same to the world. Removing it feels like giving up. (living pain free feels like giving up).

[irondad3000]

i'm totally convinced that peter's actions in homecoming were just out of confusion. he doesn't understand that the tony stark cares about him, why would he? all peter was trying to do is to get tony to care about him and see him as worthy, but that's just the thing, tony did. he did before he saved his plane. he did before germany. he did before showing up in his apartment. he did before he ever met him.

tony made the suit a while before civil war, he put in all these protocols to protect a kid—who soon becomes the kid—he doesn't even know. he saw a child in a onesie with powers and decided to take him under his wing.

peter never truly understands that tony genuinely cares about him, even after tony dies.