#even most of the gifs of peter c. is him eating!! lol

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So Very Desperate

Peter's been thinking about you all day, needy and hard at the thought of fucking you when he gets home from work. But when he walks into the apartment and you're not there, he has to take matters into his own hands. Tags: Peter Parker x Reader, mutual masturbation, fem!reader, dirty talk like FILTHY dirty talk. (w/c: 1.3K)

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Peter was already half-hard walking through the door of your shared apartment. It had been a long fucking day; he’d barely gotten sleep after his patrol the night before, he spilled his coffee on the walk to work, he missed his train, Mr. Jameson was on his ass as usual. Everything, without letting up a bit, had honestly sucked the life out of him, and not in the fun way. 

It came to a point that the thought of coming home to you was the only thing getting him through the day. Your smile, your laugh, the thought of one of your hugs was the only thing that kept him moving, aching to get home to you as fast as possible without any lingering responsibilities or anxieties. You’re the constant, the comfort, fucking everything to him.

But the thought of you is also completely fucking distracting.

He’s obsessed with you, as crazy as it sounds, but every day you shock him with just the sheer amount of love you evoke in him. He’s nearly always thinking of you, even at the most inopportune of times. Especially when his thoughts are decidedly not fucking appropriate for his menial job at the Bugle. 

Every loving, warm thought of you quickly turns into the dirtiest fantasies Peter finds himself almost ashamed of. Every thought of your gorgeous smile brings along a burning memory of your lips around his cock, spit dripping and eyes cloudy with lust. Every thought of a hug brings forth the image of your glistening body, tits bouncing with every thrust and legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

It’s fucking maddening.

So when he stalks through the door, dick starting to bulge in his pants, he has every intention of fucking you stupid.

But the apartment is quiet, horribly devoid of your intoxicating presence. Peter can’t help his groan of frustration when he sees the note on the kitchen counter, ‘had to run out to get dinner, be back soon!’ written in your pretty handwriting.

Setting the note down, slightly reassured that you’ll be back in no more than thirty minutes, Peter drags himself to your bedroom, collapsing heavily on the bed.

His cock, apparently missing the memo that you’re not there, throbs painfully in his jeans.

Peter bucks his hips up just a little, the friction of the denim feeling just a little too good. He wants to wait until you get home, maybe after you both eat dinner, but his hand drifts down to the bulge of his dick, and all bets are off. It’s too fucking good, and he’s been so desperate. 

He’s wrenching his pants and boxers down his hips roughly, trying to free his cock while he spits quickly into his hand, slicking himself and trying to make up for your absence.

“Oh- oh fuck,” he’s whispering to himself, jacking himself roughly, far rougher that you would ever treat him. But your hands are always softer too, smaller and so tight around him.

Your hands are always better than his own, but you’re gone, suddenly seeming too far away. He needs you, needs your hands, your mouth, your pretty, wet little pussy, and you’re not there. 

Peter clenches his jaw, bucking his hips up into his fist, trying to mimic the feeling of your cunt, even though his own ministrations will never compare. 

Then the door creaks.

He can’t believe that he didn’t hear the front door opening, but you’re already in the apartment, arms free of any takeout, watching him through the doorway of your bedroom, eyes wide and mouth agape. Your eyes lock, and Peter’s hand shoots away from his cock, knees drawing up, feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught so vulnerable, so desperate.

But then you’re stepping closer, climbing onto the bed. “Oh, Peter,” you murmur, your voice like music. “Baby, you shouldn’t have to do that all by yourself.”

You place your hands on his knees, forcing his legs flat on the bed again to reveal his thick cock, red and throbbing for your touch.

Peter’s back arches when you reach a hand up to wrap around him, and he suddenly can’t believe he ever tried to mimic the way you feel. Your pretty, manicured hand can barely reach all the way around him; your thumb and middle finger barely brushing.

“Ah, baby,” he whimpers, hips bucking as you jack him slowly, teasingly, but it’s already so much better than his own hand. You loom over him like a goddess, utterly ethereal, before you’re leaning towards his lips, brushing them against your own.

“God, Peter,” you say, sounding almost as wrecked as he feels. “You looked so hot, baby, jacking your cock in our bed. All splayed out, fuck. Do you even realize how gorgeous you are, baby?”

Peter can barely get ahold of himself, his eyes squeezing shut, painfully grunting out, “Your hand feels so good, oh god, fuck faster, please go faster. Need it, need it so bad sweetheart.”

And you do, your soft hand tightening and stroking him even faster. Peter’s chest is heaving with the pleasure of it, his eyes peeking open to see you; your cheeks are red while you stare at your hand jacking his cock, and Peter watches as your other hand snakes under your jeans, the bulge of your palm evident through the denim as you cup your pussy.

Even through the pleasure, the hot, beautiful friction of your hand moving along his dripping cock, Peter reaches to take your hand off his cock.

“You, you gotta take your clothes off baby,” Peter says. “I gotta touch you too, sweetheart. Please, please, been thinking about you all day.”

And you’re nodding frantically, needing him just as much. You take your jeans and panties off, laying down next to Peter, mouths so close you can feel his breath fanning across your face.

You can’t hold back you surprised gasp of, “Peter, fuck!” as Peter’s long fingers press onto your clit, slick and throbbing with need.

You reach down as well, taking a hold of his cock again and jerking it even faster than before. Peter whines, leaning forward just a bit to brush his lips against yours.

“Been thinking about you all day, baby,” he says, sinking a finger into your sopping cunt. You sob, forcing your hand to keep moving as Peter’s long fingers play with you.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you, all day,” Peter continues, plunging another finger into you. “Fuck, baby, do you even realize what you do to me? All I can think about is that mouth, your pretty hands, god, this fucking pussy, baby.” He’s fucking his fingers into you without remorse, playing with that beautiful, spongy little spot inside you that makes you want to cry. It’s like Peter can’t stop talking, intoxicated by your presence, by your warmth. 

“Oh, Jesus, sweetheart, gonna fuck you so good later, you got that? Shit, can’t wait to fuck this pussy, gotta feel you around my cock, always feel s’good, like heaven, baby.”

Your stomach is tightening, hips hitching into Peter’s fingers in aborted, desperate little thrusts. “Peter, Peter, ‘m gonna cum, ah—“ you choke out between heaving breaths and little whines.

“Go ahead, sweet girl, fuck, I’m there too, oh god—“ Peter whispers, before finally sealing his mouth against yours in a wet kiss.

Peter feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, your juices dripping down his palm, and it’s so good, you’re so good, and suddenly his stomach is cramping up as he cums all over your hand. You drag him through it with your slick little strokes, before you’re both finally spent.

The world is a bit hazy, as it often is when he’s with you. You’re breathing into each other’s mouths, eyes closed as you bask in the warmth and comfort of the other.

You’re both hot and sweaty and horribly sticky, and the sheets need to be changed, but Peter can’t bring himself to care. You’re here, and that’s really all that Peter needs.

“The takeout’s in the kitchen. ‘S gonna get cold,” you whisper into the calm quiet of the room, and Peter laughs, freely and happily, for the first time that day.

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Only six chapters left -Danny

Words: 2,225

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xxix: Do-Overs

Cat usually woke up at eight or seven on a normal day, but she was so deeply tired that she would've stayed in bed the whole morning hadn't been because the phone rang.

"Hi?" She answered drowsily.

A voice with a thick accent blasted through. "Guess who found your number!"

Cat pushed herself up supporting her weight on one arm. "Yelena... is that you?"

"Yes! You remember me!" She exclaimed. "How are you, Copycat?"

"Okay."

"I heard you quit S.H.I.E.L.D! Congratulations!"

"Stop screaming..." Cat fell back on her pillow.

"Who's that? Is Peter in trouble?" A deep voice spoke next to her.

Cat had forgotten about Parker, she jumped out of bed screaming.

He opened one eye, then stirred on the mattress. "Is everyone okay?"

"It's nothing, go back to sleep..." Cat rubbed her chest, lifting herself from the ground.

"—Ooooh was that a boyfriend?"  Yelena asked teasingly. "Say hi for me!"

"I have two questions," Cat went to the bathroom and looked at her reflection, even if she'd woken up abruptly she still felt well-rested. "Who gave you my number, and what the hell do you want?"

"Am I interrupting your honeymoon?"

"Yelena."

"Nat had a little book full of phone numbers, most of them were useless to me but I saw yours and I decided to give you a call! You missed me?"

"Not really."

"Anyway, the second thing was related to you quitting S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Why do you care?"

"You might be interested in working with me."

"Really?"

"I saw what you did with Spider-man in Europe and I think it's very cool that you stole Stark tech."

"That's not what happened."

"Oh," she could almost picture her pouting. "Then it's less cool."

"I'm not interested in doing anything illegal. I have bills to pay, and I'm friends with people that would certainly get hurt if I cause trouble."

"I never said I was doing illegal stuff."

"It's hard to believe the opposite, though."

Yelena laughed. "That is sweet. Well, I'll be in Jersey next week, so if you'd like to talk, I'll text you."

"Thank you for calling, I guess..."

"Have fun with the boyfriend!"

Cat hung up and washed her face. Parker showed up at the doorway. "All good?"

"It was Black Widow's sister, she found my number," Cat pushed the hair out of her face. He handed her a towel. "I think she's trying to be friends now?"

Parker gasped. "You have another friend apart from me?"

"I have friends apart from you, all in their twenties," she looked at him. "I think she's around twenty-six too! I could set up a date if you want? A one-night stand would be just perfect for you."

"If she's a Black widow I think I'll pass," he grimaced.

"Was that a dorky joke about spiders?"

"No, I just meant she's probably too rough for me," he smiled. "But it's good to know you can understand spider-puns."

"I was friends with Spider-man and Black widow, of course I understand them," she grinned. "You slept well?"

"First time in years!"

"Same here," she grabbed her phone and checked her texts. "You hungry?"

"A little."

"Let's eat out."

He paused. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

She smiled and turned the phone toward him. "Peter found the last guy earlier today. They're all safe and sound."

"Really?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah! 'Found Osborn, thank you for helping'. It's done!"

"Woah, that's... that's great!" He admitted, but he didn't sound excited. "Are you sure you want me to leave the apartment? What if I vanish and people freak out?"

"I'm sure Peter will let me know before they do that."

Parker looked down at his clothes. "Do you have something else I could wear, or..?"

"I have a hoodie that used to be Tony's... maybe I can find a pair of shoes if I dig through my closet? I don't think any New yorker will judge you if you go out wearing slippers, though."

Peter called her, Parker approached the food truck to order while she attended to the call.

"What's up?"

"Hi, C.C..."

Cat's smile faded. "What did you do?"

"Okay, you don't know this but most of the guys that showed up here... I think they all died in their universes."

Cat glanced at Parker. "Really?"

"You don't sound surprised."

"I'm assuming that's not the big announcement you're trying to make."

"No, it's not... I trapped Strange in the mirror dimension because he was going to send everyone to die and I didn't want him to do that so I stole the magic cube and now we're taking them to Happy's place—"

"What!"

The people around stared at her but most kept walking, Parker mouthed 'What's wrong?' but Cat gave him a thumbs up and turned her back on him.

"Peter, what the fuck?" She whispered. "Why would you do that?!"

"May said we should help them! Honestly, she may be right, cause these guys aren't that terrible and most of their problems can be solved so if they don't have resources back home then—"

"There's a reason why they died!"

"Would you say that about Pietro?"

"DO NOT—" she took a deep breath. "You know I would've died otherwise."

"I'm not trading one life for the other, this could save all the lives!"

"Not all of them," she mumbled, thinking of Gwen Stacy. "There are things that can't be undone, Pete. What if saving them gets your other selves killed?"

"I have to try."

Cat wasn't going to be able to persuade him if Ned and MJ were on board, and it was obvious that they were since they were already moving the bad guys to Happy's apartment. "Did you tie them up at least?"

"What? No, Cat, that's terrible!"

"I don't know how to stress this enough. They. Tried. To. Kill. YOU."

"They agreed to be treated! They won't hurt me. I can feel it, remember? My spidey sense..."

He used the name she'd given to his ability, it worked exactly how he wanted. Peter trusted her, the least she could do was trust him in return. "Strange's alive, at least?"

"Yeah, he's just tied up in another dimension."

"Uh-huh. How are we going to bring him back?"

"We'll call Wong later."

"Wong might leave him there."

"Does this mean you're on board?"

Cat stared up at the sky as if looking for an answer. "You went to space and died out there just so I wouldn't be alone."

"Is that a yes?"

"Do you need me there right now?"

"I feel like they might get a bit antsy during the process. Ned and MJ are safekeeping the magic cube so they won't come with me, only May."

"You really trust those guys, huh?"

"I'm asking you to come later in the day... so not entirely," she could hear his smile.

"Don't forget to call."

"I won't. See ya."

Parker was already standing behind her holding two plates.

"Shit!" She jumped. "If you don't want me to jumpscare you, then don't do it to me!"

"Was that Peter?"

"There's been a change of plans..."

"I would do that too if it were me," Parker nodded, cleaning his mouth with a crumbled-up napkin.  "And it kind of is me..."

"Yeah, all of you are mentally ill," she raised a brow. "I don't get why you try so hard to make everyone happy..."

Parker snorted. "Me? I've gone a bit off the rails, remember?"

"Yet you're supporting Peter's idea."

"I know my bad guys and they only wanted to help. Well, Max wanted to be helped, then he lost his mind a little, but Dr. Connors really wanted to help! It's just... I would love to have a second chance."

Cat sighed. "I won't try to reason with any of you webheads..."

"This is Stark's doing," he gestured vaguely. "Your self-centered agenda."

She smirked. "You're just saying that to upset me."

"I'm hoping you'll prove me wrong by making a generous gesture."

"I'm generous!" She poked his side. "I picked up an orphan from the street and fed him, gave him clothes, I even allowed him to sleep in my bed!"

"You have such a big heart," he said sarcastically.

"He's kinda hot so it wasn't that awful."

Parker laughed. "What would this universe do without kind souls like yours?"

"Probably create better ones," she hummed. "Prettier mutants."

"You're a pretty mutant."

"That's why I said prettier. I'm tired of walking," she stopped next to an alley and seized his wrist. "Let's teleport."

"Wait— I don't like that!"

"Too late!"

She spent a long time comparing universes with Parker, they got pretty comfortable around each other. It was easier to laugh.

The moment came when Peter called, the young adults shared a look, this was it.

"Well," he rubbed his neck. "Good luck?"

"If everything goes as planned, you won't be here once I'm back so... good luck to you too."

He nodded with that tight-lipped expression. "Thank you for letting me stay here."

"Don't mention it," she placed one hand on his shoulder. "Now you look after yourself okay, Bug? Every time you feel like giving up, picture me there slapping you back into your senses."

The young man chuckled. "'My friend Jane would hate to see me miserable.' That good enough?"

"It's a start," she said, a hint of anxiety in her voice. "Don't change, please. Or if you do, be sure it's for the better..."

Parker nodded again. "Try not to kill people, maybe?"

She let out a short laugh. "I always hope you forget to ask..."

Cat teleported to the middle of the room, earning a few gasps and curses from the men around her.

"Told ya she'd make it on time," Peter smiled. "Otto thought it was going to take hours for you to get here but I didn't tell them you could teleport."

"What's your deal?" Max questioned. "'Cause when I fought you in the forest you could also control electricity..."

"And you can turn into sand, too," said Flint Marko.

"And I can turn into a copy of nightmare Barney as well— where is he by the way?"

"You mean Dr. Connors?" Peter inquired. "He didn't want the neighbors to see him."

"Understandable," she nodded. "Anyway, I love it when people talk about me but we should focus on starting the healing process, right? The faster we finish the better!"

"Can you send him up?" May tapped on the projection and the man's tentacles lifted him until he was on the same level as the second floor's balcony. "Hang on, Doc!"

"Oh, will these humiliations never cease?"

Cat, who hadn't heard him speak until then, was highly amused by his antics. "Were you a theater kid when you were young?"

"Don't tease him."

"You! Keep your science fair project away from me!"

"Hey, it'll work have faith," Dr. Osborn tried to calm him down.

"Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster!"

"Woah— hey!" Cat intervened. "We're all freaks here, okay? Well except for May. Anyway, let's not use that word."

"Please, stop moving your head," Peter grumbled. "Hold still—"

"Don't you dare!"

When the chip incrusted itself on the back of Otto's head and temporarily knocked him out, she wished it failed so she could have Parker at home forever. The thought was so spontaneous she had to take a moment to process what had happened in her mind.

Otto regained consciousness. "It's so quiet..." he breathed. "Those voices inside my head... I'd almost forgotten..."

"Otto?" Norman inquired.

"Yes, Norman," the man lowered himself. "It's me..."

Peter came down by jumping off the balcony, he landed next to her and gave her a delighted smile, then he looked at Otto. The boy touched the tentacles' controls and moved them toward him. The nanotech formed a spider across his chest and back.

"I'm telling you, you're always getting new suits," she complained.

"Yours is cool as it is," he tugged at her cape playfully.

"I'm grateful, dear boy," Otto reached out and shook his hand. "Truly."

"Yeah, you're welcome," said the boy proudly.

"How can I help?"

Peter explained and Otto turned out to be a real puppy now that he was in control of himself. When the men scattered around the apartment, Cat and Peter remained in place.

"What?" He asked when he noticed her expression.

She put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, rubbing her knuckles against his scalp. "I can't believe your plan's working, smartass..."

"Let go! Ouch! Cat, let go of me!"

"Make me."

She might've been taller and older, but he still had super strength. He seized the arm that was keeping him in place and twisted it. Cat hissed and pulled away, but she was smiling.

"Ouuch," she shook her arm chuckling. "You didn't hold back..."

"You would've taken it as an insult if I had."

"True."

They shared a smile. She saw the high school boy she'd fallen in love with all those years ago, but the feeling was no longer making her stomach tighten, it was like looking at an old picture and being reminded of the good things in life.

Cat had C.C. in there somewhere, but that was not all she was now. She had entered a phase in life where death was not a tragedy but a fact that she'd memorized, yet it didn't seem like such a big deal from where she was standing.

"You're okay, Pete?" She asked, amused at how intently he was staring.

"I'm going to ask you for a favor. Starting tonight," he said. "You'll stop sheltering me."

He didn't know just how deep his request hit her. She was literally giving shelter to a different version of him, and she wished to keep him away from his world because she could no longer do that with the version standing in front of her.

There was a time and place for everything, even if she was scared to take the leap. Just like Tony had said. She swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded.

"Can you promise with words, please?" The boy requested politely.

Cat was holding the hand he'd used to squeeze her. Gently, she released it.

"I promise."

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Peter Parker (TH) - NSFW Alphabet

I had the biggest crush on this guy when I was a kid. Btw, he’s a legal adult in this. Smut with minors is wrong. Also, small spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home.

A- Aftercare (How are they after sex?)

Even though you were in charge most of the time, he’s a saint at aftercare. He knows you get tired quicker than he does and he wants you to be taken care of before you rest.

B- Body Part (Their favorite body part of yours and theirs.)

Peter Parker is a tit man, respectfully. Doesn’t matter the size, he loves ‘em. There are times he has fallen asleep on you. (Will possibly be it’s own fic later.)

I am indecisive on this one, meaning Peter is indecisive.

C- Cum (Anything cum related. I’m a very dirty person.)

One difference that sets him apart from his older variants, he’ll release on you if you allow him to.

D- Dirty Secret (We all have one.)

This man lives for you pegging him. He loves the power dynamic that holds.

E- Experience (Are they a virgin or do they know what they’re doing?)

He and MJ were teenagers when they were together, so I’m guessing nothing really happened between them. You’re really his first everything, well besides first kiss considering he and MJ kissed at the end of both Far From Home and No Way Home.

F- Favorite Position (Title says all.)

Any position that involves you thrusting a strap on in his ass, ngl.

G- Goofy (Do they crack jokes/laugh?)

He lives for puns whenever. Fucking or not. If there’s a pun, he’ll say it. Is is conventional? No. Does he care? No.

H- Hair (Do the carpets match the drapes?)

He hasn’t grown hair down there. Lucky you.

I- Intamacy (How romantic are they?)

This man lives for affirmations, giving and receiving.

J- Jack Off/Masturbation (Do they and how frequently?)

He has done it several times before and during your relationship. Life gets lonely.

K- Kinky (BDSM? What surprising kinks are they hiding?)

Peter is a very subby bottom. He knows it, MJ knows it, I know it, and you know it. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Men can let their women take control in the bed, and he agrees with me on that.

L- Location (Where do they prefer to do it? Public or private?)

He prefers the privacy of a bedroom, but he’ll do it anywhere else if you want to.

M- Motivation (What turns them on?)

Circling back to B-Body Part, he loves when you wear shirts that show off your cleavage. Just to soft skin of your breasts popping out of that shirt is enough masturbation material for weeks.

N- No (Turn offs?)

Just like his older variants, he doesn’t want to do anything that causes you harm. It’s just a Peter Parker thing.

O- Oral (Giving or receiving?)

This man loves eating you out and that’s all I’m at liberty to say.

P- Pace (Fast and hard? Slow and Sweet?)

Unless he’s riding you, he doesn’t really set the pace. Even when he’s riding you, you prompt his speed.

Q- Quicky (When you don’t have time to fully get into it.)

Quickies don’t really happen.

R- Risk (What risks are they willing to take?)

No risks. Circling back to N- No, he doesn’t risk anything with you because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. Unlike the others, he doesn’t know his own strength and he doesn’t want to take any chances with you.

S- Stamina (How long can they last?)

He’s in his sexual prime and a superhuman. He can go a good few rounds but will stop when you’re out of it.

T- Toys (Do they have any? Do they use them on you?)

Circling back to D- Dirty Secret and F- Favorite Position, the two of you have a strap that he loves you using on him.

U- Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

He teases you a lot, only because it sometimes leads to you taking him then and there, which we all know he loves.

V- Volume (How loud can they get?)

Peter is very vocal when you’re taking him. He can’t help how good you make him feel.

W- Wildcard (Any dirty story I could come up with.)

We all know that the venom symbiot is on it’s way, so we gotta talk about what happens when it finds Peter.

The symbiot travels between the two of you a lot, but it’s mostly with you when you and Peter are fucking, taking over your body and making you stronger. It’s all more pleasurable for Peter and you both enjoy it.

X- X-Ray (What are they hiding in their pants?)

Peter doesn’t have that impressive of a size (6 inches), but he certainly knows how to use it whenever he’s the one fucking you.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Being a young adult in his sexual prime, he has an impressively high sex drive.

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after everything?)

Being a super powered individual, he doesn’t really get tired. It takes more for him. He holds onto you as you sleep while listening to your light breathing. Your breathing calms him down enough to get some sleep.

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[keijislove]

Pureblood Mania: Sirius Black X Reader

A/N: Warning: toxic mother-daughter relationship. Mentions of drinking.

Sirius Black was one of the most arrogant, thick and inconsiderate prats anyone would have the misfortune to meet. He found his pleasure in staying with random girls who truly fell for his charm all while he didn’t even look back once he got what he needed. Which is why to say that he was furious at the moment was a complete understatement.

His ‘beloved’ mother had decided to pounce upon him this very morning and Walburga Black was not one to beat around the bush. Authoritatively, she stormed into his room and snapped her fingers in front of her face, saying, “We’ve got to talk.”

Sirius supressed a massive groan – this couldn’t be good.

“I can see your future is going nowhere, boy!” she snarled, “You shall, under no circumstances, besmirch the ground that my forefathers have bestowed upon me by ending up to be a – a street dweller!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. Trust her to say something dramatic like this.

“Therefore, to improve our situation and get rid of you,” she added nastily, “You will be getting married at the end of this month.”

If there was anything Sirius was expecting, it definitely wasn’t this. He got up so fast that his chair crashed to the ground. He did not care.

“Wha- married?!” he sputtered, “To whom?!”

“You shall see this evening,” his smother snapped, “She’s a lovely girl. They will arrive at around five. Wear something respectable. And fix your hair!”

She stormed out of the room, leaving Sirius mouth agape.

Married.

She would probably be some swotty pureblood. The very thought disgusted him. Though, deep down, Sirius always knew he would be married this way, he wasn’t ready for that level of commitment. He was used to variety. Now he’d be stuck with some dull girl for the rest of his life. This day could not get worse.

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“I’m ready, mum,” you spoke in a monotonous voice.

This morning, your darling mother had announced that you’d be getting married at the end of this month to a ‘charming’ young man. You knew she didn’t care who you married. Pureblood was the word.

You were wearing a F/C dress and your hair was styled neatly – very unlike you.

Your mother came bustling into the room saying, “Good. We should leave now, they’re expecting us. And don’t embarrass me.”

She glared threateningly at you.

You rolled your eyes.

As you stepped into the car, very much aware of what you were signing up for, it drove ahead through the beautiful town you’d once called home. Your car stopped in front of a handsome manor – one you’d never seen before.

As the front gates opened to reveal a scrawny house elf, you followed your mother inside. The moment you reached the living room, something felt off.

“Ah, Y/M/N!” a richly dressed woman greeted, “And dear Y/N! How lovely to see you!”

It was at that moment that you spotted one of your oldest friends, Regulus Black. Your eyebrows rose. This was better than any random pureblood, however, you were quite incapable of thinking of Regulus that way and you were sure he was too.

You looked at him and he looked back. You pointed to yourself and then him and mouthed, “Seriously?”

Regulus looked sickened and shook his head in disgust, mouthing, “Not me.”

You frowned slightly. Regulus didn’t have a cousin, did he? After all, the only other person in the house was –

Oh. Oh, OH.

Your face morphed into an expression of absolute horror as you registered the other person who had just entered the room, mirroring your expression.

Realising you were gaping, you cleared your throat and spoke, “Sirius.”

Your voice was three octaves higher than usual and you hated it.

“Y/N.” Sirius breathed, still in shock.

“Oh, you two know each other?” Mrs Black clapped happily, “How lovely.”

“Yes,” you muttered, “How lovely.”

You glared his way as a pang of immense guilt welled in Sirius’ stomach, eating at him like termites as he relived his only memories of you at Hogwarts.

A girl was laughing and chatting animatedly to an otherwise quiet boy, who reciprocated her actions. Y/N L/N and Regulus Black were almost inseparable.

“Oi, Y/N!” a dark-haired boy with a handsome face called, “Is it because you pity my idiotic brother that you hang out with him? Or is it just that you’re so pathetic that no one else wants to hang out with you?”

His mates howled with laughter as you blushed furiously. Regulus threw a disgusted look their way and tugged at your sleeve, muttering, “Let’s leave.”

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The same girl was now attempting to carry a large pile of books to the library to help Madame Pince with her work, when they tumbled out of her hands and she fell to the floor with a thud.

“What’s that, L/N?!” Sirius Black yelled from nearby, “Bite off more than you can chew?”

James and Peter positively roared with laughter as Remus suddenly became interested on one spot in his book, his brows furrowing into a frown slightly.

You gathered your books in embarrassment before practically running to the library with them.

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As he relived these moments, he realised how much you’d actually grown. You weren’t the same old dorky girl from Hogwarts. You were now a quiet, reserved and admittedly extremely attractive young woman who looked ready to burst into tears.

“Sirius dear, take Y//N up to your room, will you?” Mrs Black gave a nasty fake smile.

“Yes, uh, okay, come on,” Sirius stammered.

You walked up the stairs in silence, not daring to look at each other. The house was indeed, very beautiful. As you reached Sirius’ room, you clambered inside before he finally spoke.

“So,” Sirius awkwardly began, “H-how are you, where’ve you been?”

“Do you really care or are you just being polite?” you muttered, upholding a deadpan stare out the window and on the handsome garden.

“Listen, Y/N, I know we got off on the wrong foot-”

“Yeah, we damn right did!” you snapped, pouring out seven years’ worth of feelings at once, “You never had the right foot when it came to me, Sirius, and I doubt that you have it now.”

“Look, I know you don’t want to do this,” Sirius desperately said, “I don’t want to force you into anything but-”

“Oh yes, there’s always a but when it comes to you, isn’t it?” you spat, “I can’t call off this marriage because my mum will kill me, you understand? Kill me. And I’m not like on of the many girls you screw every night-”

“I never said you were,” Sirius angrily spoke.

“Thank Merlin, you’ve finally done something wise, Black,” you snarled in his face, “We’ve got to grit our teeth and do it. Will you please try not to be a complete and utter arse and make it harder for me than it already is?”

At that moment, your mother burst into the room, “Y/N darling, we’ve got to leave now, and get your dress picked.”

Trying not to gag at the fake ‘darling’, you threw one last nasty glare in Sirius’ direction before following your mother out of the room.

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DAY OF WEDDING (A/N: sorry 😉)

“Bleurgh,” you blankly stated to your friend Lily Evans, who was getting you ready for the wedding alongside another girl called Marlene McKinnon, to whom you’d never really talked but she seemed nice anyway.

“What’s wrong, you look gorgeous!!” Lily gasped.

“Spiffing, Y/N,” Marlene grinned at you, “Let’s get your hair done, Sirius is a lucky man!”

She hastily added, “Joking!” as you glared murderously at her.

Soon your hair was styled and your veil perched on top of your head along with a bouquet of roses in your arms.

As you walked alongside your father down the aisle, you fought the urge to turn and run on the spot. Sirius was gaping at you from the front. He looked quite nice, you had to admit.

His face formed a cocky smirk as you fought another urge to throw the bouquet at his face.

You didn’t register any vows the priest made, your mind wandering over to glimpses of the future you were signing up for.

The word that caught you by surprise was, “You may kiss the bride.”

“Oh shit,” you thought, trying not to panic.

Sirius threw an anxious glance at your face, as if asking for your permission and you closed your eyes and nodded slightly. You could feel his minty breath on your face as his lips captured your own. They were gone the moment they appeared.

You flushed. How foolish of you to think Sirius Black would ever like you. You were looking anywhere but his face, refusing to fall for his charm. As the guests congratulated you and the food was eaten, the speeches delivered, it was finally time to go home. You were to go to a honeymoon destination your mothers had chosen and Merlin you were going to regret this.

The moment you stepped inside your bedroom; something was off. The whole room smelt like flowers and there was this tiny ass bed in which the two of you would have to squeeze.

“Ugh,” you moaned into your palms, grabbing your clothes and heading off to the bathroom to change out of this awful wedding dress and into your nightclothes.

By the time you washed off your makeup and brushed your teeth, your new ‘husband’ was already sitting on the bed, changed into his own nightclothes.

You sat warily on the bed, as far away from him as possible. Sirius threw a questioning glance your way before speaking, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Ignoring this mildly hurtful jibe, you spoke, “You don’t care how attractive the girl is, as long as she’s ready to shag you.”

“Nice,” Sirius sarcastically muttered, “I can see why Regulus liked you. You’re a bloody psychopath.”

“He’s a damn sight better than you are,” you retorted.

“I’m the handsome one,” Sirius cockily stated.

“I’d rather marry Severus,” you coldly spoke, “At least he knows his manners.”

“You really know how to wound a man.”

“It’s midnight, go to sleep. And no funny business, Black,” you warned.

“Can’t make no promises,” Sirius chanted as you threw a pillow at his face before turning the other way and falling asleep.

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Married life didn’t suit you at all, especially when your husband was such an arse. He would leave early morning and go out with his stupid friends and sometimes even bring them over. Let’s just say you didn’t fancy quietly sitting in the corner, watching James Potter and Sirius Black taking turns shoving pencils up their noses while Peter cheered them on and Remus sat with his head in his hands, continually apologising to you.

You drew the line when Sirius returned one day, apparently been out with his friends.

He silently hung up his coat before turning to walk to the bathroom when you shut your book and spoke, “Enjoyed ourselves, did we?”

Sirius turned around to face you, confused, “Huh?”

“We need to talk,” you spoke, struggling to keep your voice even.

“’Kay, but first I’m going to-”

“NOW.” you spoke with such a ringing force in your voice, Sirius was surprised at himself for not recoiling several steps.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, OK. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up,” you fumed, “Where do you get to these days? I go to bed and you’re not there; I wake up and you’re still not there and you turn up for lunch then disappear again to wherever you go!”

“So?” Sirius shrugged, “’Smatter with you?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Sirius, I’m your wife,” you spoke, “I have a right to know where you go-”

“You’re not my wife,” Sirius frowned slightly.

“I – what, sorry?!” you sputtered.

“I thought we just married for namesake,” Sirius’ frown grew deeper.

“Yeah, but that still makes me your wife, git!” you yelled angrily.

“Why do you care where I go?” Sirius furiously asked you, “It’s not like you like me any better when I’m around-”

“If you’re married, I hope you realise that you can’t sleep around anymore, namesake or not,” you coolly stated.

Sirius looked taken aback, “I don’t sleep around.”

“A likely story,” you snarled.

“You know what, you’re being ridiculous right now,” Sirius huffed in annoyance, “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, no,” you hurried forward and made to seize his forearm but he roughly shook you off before slamming the door in your face.

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“I’d make fun of you right now,” Regulus was trying to control his laughter, “But you seem pretty miserable already. Care telling me what’s wrong, brother?”

Sirius scowled at his younger brother. Trust the little shit to try and get back at him for possible blackmail material.

“I need something to drink first,” Sirius stated.

Regulus snorted before summoning a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses with a wave of his wand. He poured some out for himself and gave the other glass to his brother.

Sirius took a swig before speaking, “It’s Y/N. She’s acting weird.”

“You always found her weird,” Regulus coldly stated.

“Nah, now she’s weirder than usual,” Sirius shuddered, and with a deep breath, began to explain.

By the time he finished, Regulus was staring at him with incredulity and exasperation.

“Are you really such an idiot?” he asked disbelievingly, “You’re supposed to be smarter than this, Sirius, dogs are smart!”

“What’s intelligence got to do with this?” Sirius asked, confused.

Regulus rolled his eyes, “You’ve no idea, have you? Imagine, brother, my situation at Hogwarts when she used to burst into tears in front of me after you’d teased her, telling me that she was no good and how Sirius Black would never like someone like her back!”

Sirius’ look of confusion morphed into one of comprehension, followed by horror.

“She-?” he asked.

“Yes,” Regulus nodded, staring at him in disgust, “Now go apologise to her, or I’ll hex you so bad you’ll shoot flames out of your-”

“No, okay, no,” Sirius made a disgusted face before proceeding to down the entire bottle of Firewhiskey.

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A knock on your door around midnight told you that your delightful ‘husband’ had come home. Scowling, you got out of bed to open the door to reveal and extremely drunk Sirius standing there.

“What the-”

“I’m sorryyyyy Y/N ieeeee,” Sirius sobbed, flinging himself onto you.

“Uhm,” you awkwardly patted his head, “What’s going on-?”

“All the time I thought you – hic – fancied my – hic – brother, when you were really – hic – oh, I’ve been a complete – hic – arse to you and – hic – now I’ve – hic – ruined everything,” he rambled.

“Sirius, what-” you got cut off as his lips sloppily grazed over your own. You closed your eyes for a brief moment before realising he was drunk. He probably didn’t know what he was doing. This was wrong.

“Sirius,” you muttered, pushing him off slightly, “You don’t mean this, trust me, you don’t.”

“I do, I do,” he howled, still sobbing, “I wanna be your husband – make lots of little kids with you!”

“OK,” you spoke, this was where to draw the line, “Tell me this when you’re sober, with a straight face, and I’ll believe you.”

His face morphed into a dorky grin and his head lolled over to your shoulder as you practically carried him inside before the both of you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see him leaning impatiently over you, showing no sign of a hangover whatsoever.

“Ready to make those little kids?” he asked cheekily as you gasped, a realisation hitting you.

“I’m going to kill Regulus.”

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x yn #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x yn #fluff #angst #marriage #marauders x reader #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black x reader #regulus black

[chanelsebbie]

Okay, hear me out: Arvin Russel and Peter Parker fighting over you, but then do a choose your own ending and have one part where you choose Arvin and another where you chose Peter. I dunno, off the top idea ig.

One Or The Other w/Arvin Russel and Peter Parker

｡Warnings: Sexual references, language, angst, fluff

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｡A/n: AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA, MARRY ME ANON. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and please feel free to send in more ideas.

You loved your boys more than anything

They were your best friends, but often when you hung out with one, it was usually without the other.

Mainly because they hated each other. But they also respected your friendship with the opposite counterpart.

With Arvin, you felt protected, and he would make fun of you sometimes, but it was all in good fun. You two enjoyed more outdoorsy-type activities, (hiking, camping under the stars, car rides in the foothills, etc.), and Arvin was always very, very protective of you, almost like a brother, but it killed him how much he wanted to be more.

But with Peter on the other hand, you two tended to stay more indoors.

You knew Peter’s superhero alter ego, and you always brought yourself to worry about him, but it never changed the way you saw him, since you knew him before the bite.

You two will usually stay inside at his place, watching movies or playing video games. From time to time, he’ll even take you out to eat a couple times.

Just as you had different times that you spent with the boys, you also found that they each had a moment that really stuck out for you, emotionally and physically.

For Arvin, it was when you both were laying down in the bed of his truck, staring up at the night sky decorated with bright shining stars and a full moon.

But Arvin wasn’t looking at the stars. He watched you in awe, a cigarette hanging from his lips, your eyes blinking up at the stars like it was the last thing you would see. Subconsciously, as if his hand wasn’t his own, he reached down and grabbed your hand, making you turn your head towards him, a smile spreading on your face

“What are you lookin’ at?” you would laugh, and he would simply answer “The most beautiful girl in the world,” before taking another puff of his cigarette.

With Peter, it was quite similar. Instead of stars, it was a movie. One of your favorites, and yet you were watching it like it was your first time all over again; a blissful moment for the both of you.

But this time, when you looked over, he looked away quickly, but not without a light dust of pink covering his cheeks.

A few seconds later, he pulled himself closer to you on the couch, and you instinctively sunk into his touch, leaning your body against his as you smiled in content, hearing Peter’s heart beat out of his chest.

You were thinking of those moments now, staring at the two of them. You felt as if you were put in a stupid romance movie, a cruel joke to whatever was up there watching.

They were both at your apartment door. Arvin held in his hand a single white rose, while Peter carried a small bundle to daisies. They were both planning on telling you how they truly felt. But it just had to be at the same time.

Being the hard-headed boys they were, they automatically went into arguing, going at each other and trying to make a case on how they were a much better match than the other.

You knew there was no way out of this. You knew you would have to choose.

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M A K E  Y O U R  C H O I C E

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ You Choose Peter ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Peter had planned this inside and out. He made sure of it, hell, he even already had a paid pizza coming for the both of you. 

Arvin keeps his disappointment hidden and gives a solemn nod of his head before making his leave, knowing that he couldn’t stay mad at you forever. 

Peter swore he had never smiled so big when he handed you your flowers. He then automatically pulls you in for a kiss, making it playful, honest, and loving as you wrapped your arms around his neck and held each other close. 

You spent the rest of the night eating pizza and watching your favorite movies, and you couldn’t wait for what the future held.

What Does This Say About You?

You’re a very loving and soft person. You enjoy the comfortable things in life, and most likely have an inclination to reading or writing, and if not that, then art. You love with your whole heart, and want someone you can feel totally and completely vulnerable with. You love caring for others, especially your loved ones. You’re a homebody who loves staying inside and spending your time doing quieter, more mundane activities, but you’re never hesitant to get out of the house if you wanted to. You prefer to surround yourself you feel the most comfortable, and touch might be your main love language, (Peter gives the best hugs), 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ You Choose Arvin˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Peter steps back and gives you a sad look of acknowledgement and understanding before making his way back down the hallway. 

Arvin takes you hand in his, the flower in his other, before looking at you with sincerity, before leaning in and kissing you with everything he has in you. 

He is exstatic that you chose him, not only because he loved you but also what you gave up to have him. He knew your relationship with Peter would be effected, but despite all of that, you chose him. 

His kiss was soft, passionate, and tasted like cigarettes and Redbull, but nonetheless, it felt so euphoric to finally be in each other’s arms, touching the other like you had been wanting too since as long as you could remember. 

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What does this say about you?

You’re a strong and driven person, who knows what they want and just how to get it. You’re willing to die for the ones you love and are highly ambitious. You leave good vibes where ever you’ve been, which was what drove Arvin crazy for you in the first place. You are driven, but you need a strong and loyal rock to keep your feet on the ground. Arvin is a perfect match!! You love outdoor activities and getting out into the world. When you’re ready to go, you’re ready to go, and love a good adventure. Roadtrips and traveling the world might be at the top of your bucket list. You find yourself driven to the more traditional side of things, but you add your own twist, making it the perfect foundation for both yours and Arvin’s relationship.  

Hope you enjoyed! 

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fanfiction #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel #tdatt #tdatt fanfiction #tdatt fic #tdatt imagine

[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, kidnapping, human trafficking, slight mention of body shaming, allusion to non-con.

Words: 2195.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

P.S. Peter is an adult!

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"We hope you are going to enjoy your new girl, Mr. Stark." The man loosened his grip on your shoulder as he let you march straight into the arms of a stranger in a fancy striped suit and big frightening men with guns surrounding him.

"Nah, this one isn't for me." The stranger who bought you brushed it off as if your presence meant nothing. "She's a present for the boy. Peter, where the fuck are you?"

You almost jumped at his loud voice, keeping your head low and watching your unstable feet. Well, you expected as much - before you that mysterious Mr. Stark bought one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her striking black hair was shining even in the dim lights of the dressing room where all captured girls were taken care of before the start of the auction. She costed twice more than you and had much more admirers - you remembered how men were shouting, trying to outbid each other. You weren't that popular, but still ended up being purchased by the same man she was. Now it all made sense.

"I'm here, Mr. Stark!" A young boy's head popped out in the crowd of other buyers, and he emerged right in front of you with a long men's coat in his hands. "I'm sorry it took me so long!"

"Look at this gent." The man smirked at him, and his guards laughed a little at the boy's enthusiasm. "So caring! I hope you're not going to take the girl straight to church?"

Now there was an inappropriately loud burst of laughter, and you bit your own tongue. They all were a bunch of bastards, but your life depended on them now. You needed to keep your mouth shut if you wanted to make it out alive.

The boy smiled brightly at his patron and looked at you with sparkles of happiness in his dark eyes. Oh, at least he was more or less pleased with the way you looked, you thought.

"Congrats with your first girl, Peter." Mr. Stark's smug grin suddenly turned warm at the sight of the boy who was almost jumping with excitement in front of him. "You're sure she's the one you want? I can still get a replacement if you've changed your mind."

"No, no, Mr. Stark, she's perfect for me!" Once the man in the suit nudged you to come closer to the boy, Peter gently wrapped your shoulders into the coat he carried and smiled at you widely. "Thank you so much for your present, sir!"

"Enjoy, kid." His patron smirked and motioned to the men waiting for him. "Let's get going then, I have business to attend to."

Judging by their nasty smirks, his business had something to do with that gorgeous black-haired woman they took somewhere earlier. You did your best not to throw up at the thought of him forcing her down her knees.

"Can you walk?" The boy suddenly asked you quietly, and you blinked. "Do you want me to carry you?"

Nice joke. The guy looked twice slimmer than you, skinny as a rail. You'd break him in half, probably. You weren't sure whether he was mocking you, but it was obviously not the right time to throw a temper tantrum.

"I can walk. Thank you." You mumbled and made a step towards those men who were already leaving.

"Ok. Come with me then." You thought his boyish smile looked pretty.

You walked past other girls dressed in expensive flashy lingerie adorned with glitter, sequins, and laces. Some of young women were as terrified as you were, their faces red with tears; the others seemed strangely happy, shouting something to each other and giggling in front of their new masters - you thought those girls were prostitutes or someone of the same kind because the idea of laughing happily after being bought like a piece of clothing didn't sit well with you. You spotted a few more ladies who were still unstable on their feet because they were given too much drugs, probably. Two dozens women, maybe more, were gathered in a place like that to become someone's property. Like you did now.

It was cold outside despite September being usually warm in New York. You had never lived here before, but one of your friends moved in the Big Apple two years ago and was always talking about nice weather they often enjoyed.

"It's right over there." The boy pointed to one of the cars in a long row of them, Mr. Stark already getting inside a ridiculously fashionable one. Peter's old Honda was nowhere near that, but you were relieved. It made you feel like you weren't taken to some scary place full of criminals waiting to fuck the shit out of you.

The kid opened the door for you like you were some fairytale princess or something, and you got inside, holding the coat that almost slipped from your shaking shoulders while the boy quickly landed on the driver's seat. You couldn't guess his age, but if he drove the car he was probably older than 16.

"I'm so sorry, I know you're cold." He glanced at your silk robe beneath the coat, your legs bare - you had nothing but fluffy slippers on your feet. "It'll get better in a minute."

What a considerate little guy. If he didn't show up with that overconfident mobster who looked like he owned New York, you'd think Peter was some sweet high schooler who spent his weekends working in an animal shelter. But you weren't stupid to believe his innocent looks.

At one point you thought he might be Mr. Stark's illegitimate son, but something told you  it wasn't that. The way Peter looked at him with adoration proved that the man was more of his patron as you suspected from the very beginning.

"I know they didn't feed you today, so I brought you some chicken soup." He said and reached to grab something from the back seat - you glanced at the metal food jar thermos that softly landed on your naked lap.

Did he bring you food? For real? No, it must be some trick - there were drugs or something like that there, for sure. Why else was this guy playing the role of your mother, for God's sake?

"You're not allergic to chicken, are you?" Kid looked concerned, watching the troubled expression on your face. "Oh shoot, I didn't check your allergies!"

"I'm not allergic." You quickly replied, afraid to make him upset.

He was getting restless too fast, you thought. Peter really behaved like a kid. What was that Mr. Stark told him after the auction? Something like "congrats with your first girl", wasn't it? So, it probably meant Peter had never been with a woman before. Not that you had been with a man, either. Maybe that's why he picked you.

But it also could be all an act. Teenagers weren't getting slaves to take care of their sexual needs. Maybe this Peter wasn't as young as you thought, and in fact he was some psycho who planned to drug, rape and murder you.

Either way, he would get mad if you didn't get started with that soup - you could read it in his face.

Opening the jar, you felt a delicious smell filling your nostrils when your stomach made an ugly sound. Damn, you had never been so hungry in your entire life.

The truth was the supervisors who took care of all the girls before the auction made you starve for two days "to get you in shape". They said you were too fat and they had to do something to make you at least a bit more presentable.

"Well, if I'm going to die, I will die with a full stomach." You thought gloomly and started gulping down the warm soup. It tasted heavenly good.

The boy watched you in awe as if you were becoming more and more beautiful with eash sip.

"I'm not much of a cook, but Aunt May managed to teach me to make a chicken soup." He said with a sudden warmth to his voice. "So, um, don't worry, you won't die of starvation with me."

You forced yourself to smile at his attempt to make a small joke. As far as you were concerned, your body was perfectly okay even after you finished eating. Maybe the drug took longer to start affecting you, but maybe you were just lucky and there was nothing in the soup at all.

All of a sudden, Peter's phone started ringing, and he took it from the pocket of his jacket immediately.

"Where the fuck are you again, kid?" You could hear Stark's thundering voice even from your seat.

"I'm sorry, sir!" The boy squeaked and adjusted his seatbelt. "We're coming!"

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The room he brought you to was fairly large and comfortable to your tastes: there were a comfy king-sized bed, a huge table with a dozen of oddly-looking gadgets and two screens, a chair, a drawer and a closet. There was also a newly-bought TV that wasn't set up yet, and a microwave on a side table.

"I'm terribly sorry for the mess." Peter apologized to you as if you were his parent who came to scold him. "Don't worry, I'll take it all away. Please come and sit here."

He briefly gestured to the bed, and you bit down on your lower lip nervously. The kid was fast.

You didn't talk much in the car since you were waiting for the drug to kick in, but nothing happened. As for Peter, you thought that he was too shy to talk, but maybe he just didn't want to. In the end, he asked his patron to buy you for a very different reason.

"The bathroom is over there. You can take your shower, if you want." He smiled childishly at you.

How could he keep such innocent face when he was about to rape you?

You gathered whatever courage you had left and said, "C-can we talk?"

The boy froze on the spot and dropped whatever gadget he was holding back on the table. You glanced at his skinny boyish figure, that dark ruffled hair and a really pretty face - he looked like your neighbor's sweet son who would climb a tree to get a cat stuck up there back to the ground.

"Of course!" Peter landed on the bed close to you, watching you with his undying enthusiasm. "What would you like to talk about?"

"Why did you choose me?"

You really wanted to know. You weren't the usual goods they sold on that auction, the human traffickers said. Though there were a few girls who weren't breathtakingly beautiful, most of the ones brought there were well above average women. They looked like they came straight from Victoria's Secret Show.

"Well... um." You could see his ears getting red. "You're... pretty. I like you."

Huh, funny. Why did you ask? The answer was obvious - you were cheap. Mr. Stark didn't want to spend too much money on a present for the kid, so Peter had rather limited choice, probably.

"Why are you getting upset?" He sounded so concerned that you made yourself smile again to calm him down. Anyway, it was better to be grateful. You were almost sold to some disgusting old man. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. I'm sorry." You hurried to say. "I'm sorry you didn't get anyone better than me. That place was full of magnificent women."

What the fuck were you saying? Did you seriously think those poor souls deserved to be sold like cattle just because they were prettier than you? God, you were so messed up.

"Wait, no!" The boy grabbed your hands in his and made you flinch involuntarily. "No, no, you're beautiful! I chose you because I like you more than anyone else."

Bewildered, you looked at his worried expression, his eyes staring at you intensely while you squeezed your thighs together. Hearing the boy say that felt very odd, but kind of... comforting? Not many people ever called you beautiful, mind your mother and a few friends. It was stupid to think about it now when the one calling you that was the man whose property you had become, yet you couldn't help but get those little butterflies in your stomach.

You eyes watered, and you quickly wiped your tears away.

"People were treating you badly, weren't they? It's terrible." The boy pulled out a pack of napkins and took one, gently pressing it to your wet cheek. "But I swear I fell in love with you once I saw your photos on the website. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, for real!"

When he removed the napkin, you saw his pupils dilating and felt his breath becoming ragged, heavy. One of his hands rested on your thigh as he leaned closer to you and sniffed your hair. Your body went stiff.

"No one gonna say anything nasty to you from now on. I'll make sure of that."

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[wreckofawriter]

Painted Books

Pairing: Young!Sirius Balck x Slytherin!reader

Word Count: 3,297 (I'm sorry I got carried away)

Warnings: Swearing, Underaged drinking, Mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction, Super long

Summary: After a prank Sirius ruins something extremely important to you, so you get pissed. While sneaking around he realizes why you were so pissed and tries to apologize

A/n: Omfg I havent been on tumblr for like a month I'm so sorry I was inactive, high school has sort of been kicking my ass. I hope this super long story makes up for it. I actually kinda like this one alot, hope you enjoy it.

Hatred filled you like air into a balloon. Your blood had been replaced by lava and it was steaming, white-hot through you. Those idiot Gryffindors were going to regret everything they have ever done in about 10 minutes you thought as you looked at your common room. Red and gold covered everything. Every couch, every chair, every table, every wall, and unfortunately for you, every book and paper on the tables. You screeched loudly.

You had simply left for 30 minutes to eat dinner before returning to your homework and now, not only was the positions essay you had almost finished been ruined but so had your charms, Defence against the dark arts and herbology essays. Along with the seven books for those classes you had bought at the begging of the year. There was no way that you would be able to clean the paint off, it was surely enchanted and now you would have to stay up all night finishing essays that would never be even half of the quality the originals were.

As the rest of the Slytherin house began to clean up the mess you had ideas of making a new one. And not of their common room but of Sirius Black's face.

You snatched your soggy papers and books off of the table and stormed out of the room. The second you saw him your anger returned like a boiling title wave. He had just ruined all of your work from the past week and now he was laughing throwing his head back as his shiny teeth flashed and his glistening black hair fell away from his precise jawline and cheekbones. You walked straight up to him and before he could even look at you, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall holding him there. As you did you heard many people utter gasps of surprise and James yell something but you were defened by wrath. His eyes widened in surprise then relaxed as you saw your small frame.

“You think this is funny?” You yelled holding your paint-splattered papers and books up for him to see.

“I do find it quite amusing.” He answered with a smirk.

You screeched again, shoving your fist upward effectively throwing him back against the wall and jabbing him in the throat. You may be small but you were far from weak.

“Look if you wanted to throw me against the wall you could have just asked.” He winked, his voice coming out raspy from his throat being half closed by your hand.

“You absolute piece of shit!” you screamed, “You just ruined all of my work from this whole fucking week! I'm going to fail because of you!”

“You could just sleep with the professor again.” He sneered Your eyes widened in shock, it had been a year since the rumor of you sleeping with a teacher had ruined your social life and here was this high and mighty asshole, who had slept with half the school bringing it up again. You had had enough. You brought your knee up and as it connected with his crotch you dropped his collar and he tumbled to the ground with a scream.

“You say anything like that again I will break your nose.” You hissed down at him, throwing your ruined essays and books at him. With that, you turned on your heel and left pushing past the group of students that had gathered to watch. Before you could exit the scene a hand grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell was that for? It was just a stupid prank!” James yelled as you snatched your hand from his grasp.

“It wasn't just the prank asshole.” You growled glaring up at him.

And that was the truth it wasn't just the prank. It wasn't your homework being ruined, hell it wasn't even the fact he accused you of sleeping with a professor. All of those things were insignificant to the real problem. He had ruined your books. No, you’re not some Ravenclaw who obsessed over books, and it's not like they were signed by the author either they were simply books. But not to you. To you, they were the extra hours you worked at a stupid coffee shop. They were the late nights and early mornings you had forced yourself in to. They were the reward you got for getting stared at by men twice your age because of the stupid tiny skirt that was somehow considered as a uniform. Hell, you worked all fucking summer. Your whole summer was just dumped in paint by some pretentious brat and his even more pretentious friends.

When you reached the Slytherin common room you were close to tears and when you entered you saw the one thing that could cheer you up. Kathy. Kathy was your best friend, she was also one of your few friends, I mean you were a Slytherin half-blood, you were no Lily Evans. She was also Slytherin and was the good cop to your bad cop attitude. When she saw you she rushed you upstairs as you explained what happened.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter crept quietly (not so quietly) through the halls under the famous invisibility cloak. James stood beside them his head-boy badge shining in the light of his wand.  

“Shut up Wormtail,” James scolded, “I think I hear someone.”

They all stopped and listened. With the shuffling noises silenced they could hear something. Laughter drifted through the halls. Soon muffled voices could be heard from some hidden place.

“I think they're in the kitchen,” Remus whispered.

“I hope they’re Slytherin.” James giggled as they approached the hidden door to the kitchen. James poked the bowl of fruit, hitting the apple once and the orange twice. The door swung open into the first layer of the kitchens. They shuffled in James taking the lead they were about to continue through the next doorway when Sirius heard a voice that made him jump.

“Wait!” his whispers called to his friend.

“What?” James whispered back.

“That's Y/n,” Sirius explained.

“Hell yeah this is going to be fun,” James smiled wide happy to catch you out of bed. “Finally get the bitch back.” He began to walk toward the second room in the kitchen when Sirius stepped out from beneath the cloak and grabbed his shoulder.

“Just let me see what she's doing.” He asked.

James’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Please.” Sirius begged his friend, “Then we can bust her.”

“Fine” he muttered

Remus handed Sirius the invisibility cloak sighing, “This better be quick.” disapprovingly

Sirius rolled his eyes throwing the cloak over him and walked into the next room what he saw made his jaw drop.

There you sat, on the kitchen floor in nothing but a deep green crop top and a pair of shimmery silver booty shorts. Your y/h/l y/h/c hair was cascading down your back like a waterfall that seemed to glow in the candlelight. Next to you sat a brunette girl in a hoodie and sweatpants that Sirius recognized as Kathy Underhill. In your right hand, you clutched a bottle of fire whiskey and in your left, you held a spoon filled with chocolate ice cream from the carton at your feet.

“You know everryboddy thiks that imma stuck up bish now right?” You slurred, clearly drunk.

“I'm sure they don't,” Kathy said clearly sober.

“Oooohhh yeahhu they do.” You continued. “They’re all wike look at that tempershmental bitch who cants take a joke, wow somebody locks her up shes crazy, she fucked a professor for an and she is sooooo stuck up.”

“Well it's not true,” Kathy said grimacing as you took another swig from the bottle.

“SOO WHAT?” You shouted, your voice suddenly rising as you did from your crossed legs dropping you spoon on the ground, “What am I gonna say, I'm not shtuck up my mom is a alchohalic that blows her money on booze and I had to work all fucking summer in a shitty Cafe where middle-aged men stared up my skirt, to afford the books that the two ashholes you call “funny” you added very dramatic air quotes on the last word. “Ruined for a stupid prank ecaus they are stuck ups dicks who shove money up their asses for fun.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, he really shouldn't be listening to this conversation.

Tears began to fall from your eyes in large drops and Kathy sighed as you started to blabber nonsense.

“Alright sweetie, let's get you off your feet before your trip and kill yourself,” Kathy said rising toward you. You continued to sob as she took the bottle from your hands and helped you to the floor where you buried your head in her lap as she stroked your hair.

“Looks like imma just like my-” You hiccuped “- my bitch of a mother.” You groaned angrily.

“Hey honey, you will never be like that woman, I promise.” Kathy soothed, “I promise.”

“Your the best. I love you” You muttered as you began to drift into sleep.

“Love you too.” Kathy sighed.

    Sirius was so caught up in the scene in front of him he almost forgot about his friends who were waiting for him. He quickly turned and walked back to the second room where he removed the cloak and looked at his three wide-eyed friends.

    “Oh shit,” James muttered as he looked at Sirius who looked on the edge of a breakdown. Without another word, Sirius thrust the cloak into his friend's hands and bolted.

    Of all the people he knew what it was like to hate your mother, to have nothing, to work your ass off for things that are ruined by someone who had so much more. Now he had caused that pain. He had ruined your books. He had destroyed your hard work. He had caused those tears that sprung from your eyes. He had become what he hated most.

Sirius may be fast but James was faster, and he caught the young boy’s wrist before he could escape to god knows where.

When Sirius world around James saw something very rare in his eyes, tears. They were glassy and full. One cascaded down his cheek leaving a shimmering river in its wake.

“Sirius it's not your fault.” He said looking at his friend quite concerned.

“I ruined her books.” he sniffed,

“We didn't know, it's not our fault her mom’s an alcoholic,” James explained.

Sirius glared at his friend ripping his hand from James's angrily, “Would you have cared?” he asked bitterly.

“Of course I would,” James said sincerely

“I don't think you would have,” Sirius seethed taking a step towards him. “You have always had everything, the parents, the money, the house, the smarts, the skills, the girlfriend. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE NOTHING!” He yelled his face red with fury, “So you don't know what it's like to have the one thing you did have ripped from you.” He whispered stepping away from his friend taking a couple of steps turning and sprinting back to the common room.

The next morning Sirius woke to see a stack of books on the end of his bed with a note stuck on top.

“Your right, I'm a dick, now please go give that girl these books and essays before I feel even more like shit. P.S you owe Remus big time for the essays” Sirius lifted the note to see a stack of brand new books and on top four essays each with the name Y/n Y/l/n printed in your handwriting on top. He then glanced at the stack of paint covered books in the corner you had thrown at him, they were still there covered in paint. Confusion covered him He then remembered who he was friends with and smiled.

“James you idiotic genius.” He muttered looking at each perfectly crafted essay. His eyes were shining.

    You woke to a less pretty sight. Your head throbbed as you sat up in your bed groaning, you looked at the clock, you still had an hour till your first class but you were too hungry to pass up breakfast, even with your head about to explode. You got up stretched moaning at the pounding in your head and changed into your robes. You headed down to the grand hall after downing five Advils.

When you arrived you saw Kathy chatting with a few other girls you knew. You sat down next to her grabbing the pot of coffee of the table and dumping it into your cup as Kathy greeted you.

    “Damn Y/n you look like shit.” a girl named Emma said.

    “I feel like shit too.” You answered as you took a massive swig of the coffee.

    “You stay up late finishing your essays?” Another girl asked.

    You groaned throwing your aching head onto the table as the essays that you had forgotten about reentered your half-awake mind.

“I swear next time I see one of those four assholes I'm gonna put them six feet under.” Kathy hissed.

As if on cue Sirius Black tapped your shoulder. You spun around and were about to speak when Kathy rose, “I think she's seen enough of you Black.” she said sternly.

“Look I know I was I dick I just want to apologize,” Sirius mumbled seeming very uncomfortable as all the girls at the table glared him down.

“She doesn't need your fake apologizes, she’s had enough for a lifetime,” Kathy growled.

“It’s fine Kath.” You sighed, “I'm way too hungover to deal with him asking all day anyway.” You grumbled quietly to her.

She huffed and sat down glaring the boy down as she retracted to her seat.

You looked up at him waiting.

Sirius flashed bright red, an unusual sight, “Oh um I thought I could talk to you in private.” he asked his voice fading in the last words as he scuffed the ground with his feet.  

You sighed, “If this is another prank Black I will break you back.”

“No no no I swear it's not.” He said hurriedly.

You groaned standing from the ground and following him out of the hall, still feeling like shit.

“Look, before you break my back can you let me finish what I’m saying?” He asked nervously, You had never seen the boy so nervous.

“Depends on what you say.” You answered narrowing your eyes.

“Alright then here goes,” He sighed “So me and the rest of us were with James last night and we umm heard you and Kathy, and I just-” He was cut off by a fist hitting his jaw.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” You yelled as you realized what he must have heard. Anger once again overrode your systems and you glared at the boy in front of you, “I swear to Merlin I'm gonna drive my-”

He slapped his hand over your mouth muffling your shouts. “Please just listen,” He begged, “Please.” when you looked at him you saw something you had never seen on his face before, desperation. This made you stop nodding as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. Today was full of new experiences.

“Look I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for ruining your books and that I was a dick and well here.” He said as he reached into his bag and took out a bundle of books and papers.

You gasped when you saw the papers were essays, in your handwriting but much better than you ever could have written, and the books were all of the ones that had been ruined in paint except they were all hardcover and pristine as if they were bought last night.

“How did you….??” Your voice trailed off as you scanned the papers and books.

“My friends may be idiots but they’re geniuses.” He chuckled nervously.

Your amazement was replaced by rage (again) when you realized what was happening and anger flashed in your eyes, “I don't want your pity, Black.” You seethed handing his books back.

“No no no, it's not pity please.” He said as you turned to go.

“What is it then?” you glowered.

“It’s empathy ok? I know what it's like to have an asshole for a mom who never did anything for you ok? I know what it's like to have nothing. I know.”

You stared at him confused, what did a pureblooded rich kid know about that?

“Look my mom kicked me out last year, I mean not out of the house but out of the family. She disowned me and I get it, it sucks. I just got lucky to have amazing friends like James whose parents are super cool.” He sighed handing you the books back, “I was a dick, I’m really truly sorry.”

Your mouth hung open eyes wide. How had you never know this? You knew his brother and him didn't exactly get along but you never knew anything like that had happened to him. And then you did the last thing you expected you would ever do. You took two steps forward and hugged him. Dropping the books and papers on the floor, you wrapped your hands around his waist and buried your head in his chest. At first, he was surprised but it only took him a second to react and he wrapped one arm around your waist to the small of your back and his other around your shoulder resting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him.

You noticed he smelt of mint and smoke as you let your tears fall from your eyes, soaking his robes.

He buried his head into your soft y/h/c locks and he smelt pomegranate and ginger with the slight tinge of vanilla linger there. His eyes filled with tears and he squeezed them shut as he felt your body shake with sobs. You don’t know how long you stayed there but you wished to forever. When you did pull away your eyes were puffy and red as were his. You were about to turn to pick up the books and papers that were scattered on the ground when Sirius spoke.

“Hey Y/n one more thing.” He said.

“Wha-” his lips collided on yours and it was your turn to be shocked. After a second you melted into the kiss and leaned back into his minty scent as you felt his toung run along your lower lip, you tipped your chin upward giving him better access to your mouth. As his hand found the side of your cheek and yours found his hair. You pulled away after a few seconds later gasping for air.

You looked up at him cheeks flaming red, “Sorry I pushed you into the wall” You paused, “And kneed you… and punched you in the face”

“You could make it up to me by got to Hogsmeade with me this weekend.” He suggested voice barely above a whisper as he stroked your cheek.

“Sound good.” You giggled just then you glanced at your watch. “Shit!” You yelled quickly gathering you new books and essays from the ground. “I've got to get to Herbology!” you turned, turned back placed a quick kiss on Sirius' cheek, “I'll see you later.” You said before dashing out the doors onto the grounds. As he watched you go he touched his flaming cheek with his hand. A few seconds later James walks up next to him.

“She a little less pissed?” he asked nervously.

“You have no idea how much I owe you right now.”

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[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Lost Boy

Summary: you are head over heels for Pan and one night you get drunk and tell him.

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: a little suggestive & bad :/

Peter was an unusual boy, to say the least. He always did the things he knew would hurt him, even being lost, but he never stayed long enough to get hurt. I guess that's what made me fall so hard in the first place, I was attracted to the wonders of this place that they blinded me from the dangers, and he was the most dangerous thing of them all. My naïve heart told me countless times that it wouldn't let it's guard down, but it was no match for the king because if Pan wants you he will get you.

The boys whooped and cheered as another arrow zoomed through the air before finally landing slap bang in the middle at the target. I sat in the corner under that cool shade of a tall pine tree to get out of the hot sunlight which beamed down on the island, watching the scene unfold before my eyes. They all laughed with each other as happiness clouded behind their broken eyes as they talked with one another, but I didn't care for that. My mind was filled up with only one thing: Peter. Everything about that boy made my heart flutter in my chest and my cheeks turn pink.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a presents sitting beside me, my e/c eyes slid to the side, curious to see who was there. I saw a familiar British boy, a smug smirk sitting itself upon his face.

"Why don't you have a try, love?" He asked.

His words made my blush at the cute little nickname he gave me. Silently I shook my head at the idea.

"Come on" he pleaded at me, his eyes shimmering in the sun light "I'm sure you'll be great at it."

I cringe at the idea of missing the target and everyone laughing at me "I won't me, trust me."

Letting out a light-harted chuckle to looked at me with the sweetest smile.

"So what do you do then? If you won't join in with the boys you must be so bored."

I thought about his question for a little while before opening my mouth to speak "I'm not bored, being alone gives me time to think about things."

"Think about what?" He shot back like an excited child.

You. I wanted to say, but held my tongue.

"Random things." I simply stated.

With a smile he stood up "you're a strange one, darling." He said before walking away.

Day quickly faded into night over the island, as the stars came out to play and twinkled against the night sky.

I stared into the orange flames of the fire as they danced gracefully with one another, the melody from Pan's flute flowing right through my ears while the hypnotising rhythm of the boys sticks eat away at my brain, intoxicating me as they danced around the fire. Looking over I saw the king, his Pan pipes pressed up against his pink lips while the fire casted a warm glow over his face, highlighting all of his sharp and mischievous features as he blew into the thick hollowed out sticks. Every now and again his evergreen eyes would slide to the side, meeting mine, I couldn't tell you the exact moment that I fell for him, but there was no denying that I had.

As the night went on the playful glances that were exchanged between the two of us continued, accasinally throwing a few winks in there which made my heart flutter. He stopped playing for a moment before carefully placing the wooden pipes down on the dirt ground and standing up.

The leader made a bee line straight towards me, "Care to dance love?" He asked holding out a kind hand.

The flames from the fire glowed bright over Pan's face giving my chills, I could hear my heart repeatedly thumping as if it were going to explode out of my chest. There was not a shadow of a doubt in my mind that my cheeks had turned a bright shade of red due to the leaders action.

With a giddy giggle I placed my small hand into his large one, with a strong grip he pulled me up into his arms and lead me to the crowd of dancing boys. We danced to the rythum if their sticks, as I looked into his emerald green eyes and gently wrapped my arms around his neck while we slowly swayed to the hypnotic beat.

Me and Peter have been friends for a while now, I wanted to be more that much was obvious, but apparently not to him. I would try my hardest to tell him how I felt about it only to fail miserably, every time I opened my mouth around that boy I became a shy stuttering mess.

"What are you thinking about?" Pan asks.

"Huh?" I look up at the leader with a confused expression etched into my features.

"You're blushing" he whispers, I could feel his hot breath travel down my neck as my knees became weak.

"O-oh... umm" I began to awkwardly stutter, only causing the king of the island to lightly chuckle at me while his whole body shook with laughter. His eyes creased up at the sides as a wide grin spread itself across the boys face.

"Come on, love" he said, the nickname he gave me caused a delightful shiver to crawl up my spine "what is it really?"

Pausing for a moment, I looked up into his broken eyes. Just tell him I urged myself, it was as if the world was standing still.

"I..."

He looked at me in anticipation, his green eyes growing wide as if he were a child watching a disney movie.

This is it, tell him.

"I... need a drink" I nervously laughed with an overly enthusiastic smile "I'll be right back!"

Rushing out of the warmness of his arms I tried my best not to whine at the feeling of not having him close to me. I made a bee line for the old wooden crates that were filled to the top with beer bottles which the boys had been drinking out of all night. Swiftly I took one of the cold metal bottles into my small hands, popping the cap off before letting the cool luqid glide down my throat with a slight burn following in it's path.

Once I had left the bottle bone dry I returned to Pan, stumbling slightly with every step before tripping on my own two feet and landing right in his arms. With a booming laugh he looked down at me, clearly amused.

"You weren't gone that long darling" he smirked at me, causing heat to rush down to my core "how much did you have to drink?"

"One bottle" I giggled, biting my lip.

"You're such a lightweight" he joked, looking at me with hooded eyes which only made him want me even more.

"I'm not drunk" I said while slinging my arm around Pan's neck, pulling myself closer to him "only tipsy."

He eyed me up and down with lust filled eyes, a little surprised at my actions but the hard thing pressing against my leg told me that he wasn't complaining.

"So" he seductively whispered, gentally licking to lobe of my ear "what is it you were thinking about?"

My fave flushed bright red at his actions, "Well..." I began giggling loudly after only speaking one word "I was thinking about how I wanted to be more than friends."

Without a care in the world I laughed at myself, Pan on the other hand was a bit more shocked. He looked at me, his evergreen eyes going wide before a smug smirk spread itself across his lips.

He leaned in closer to me, whispering "you have no I see how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

Reality finally caught up with me and suddenly the giggles stopped, slowly my eyes met his.

"W-what?"

"I love you." He smiled down at me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I haven't posted anything in ages and I feel so bad, I'm sorry I had writers block :( I hope you like this little story ❤😊 xxx

@britishfangirl

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[bloodandfire-kennyhickeyfanfic]

Chapter 15 - ...Year

Brooklyn New York, December 31 1994

As the night went on and the drinks continued to flow, I found myself slowing down just a little bit only because I wasn't exactly in the mood to have a hangover tomorrow morning. As we all sit at one of the table booths, since sitting up at the bar proved to be a little crowded than before, we all laugh and carry on joking with Kenny being so silly with me the entire time. He and Johnny start to reminisce over the last year, remembering stupid shit Peter had pulled on the Pantera tour, as well as even previous tours before that when they travelled to Europe the first time. Funny how ringing in another year will make you remember the past.

".... holy fuck did they ever live up to their name though," Kenny chuckles taking a sip of his beer.

"Who? Pungent Stench?" Johnny laughs.

"Yea... they didn't shower the entire month we were touring with them... jeezus that was..." Kenny says taking another sip and placing his arm around me as he leans back into the corner of the booth.

"Pungent?" I ask and Kenny and Johnny laugh hysterically.

"Oh baby, you have no fucking idea how pungent... awesome guys though just... holy fuck," Kenny says laughing.

"Fuck did I ever hate the fact that we toured in that fucking little van, in Europe with no heat in the middle of January, breathing steam in my bunk, it was so cold," Kenny says.

"Yea, too bad you didn't have Andi back then to keep you warm," Johnny laughs.

"Hey now she crawled into my bunk just as much as I crawled into hers," Kenny says setting his beer on the table in front of him.

"I don't know about that, you did sneak in with me a lot," I say and take a sip of my water.

"I didn't hear you complaining about it," Kenny glances at me.

"Are you kidding? Of course I complained, you just ignored me and laughed, climbing in anyways," I say looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes as he continues to smirk that sexy smirk of his, teasing me like he always does.

"I was keeping you safe," Kenny protests while Johnny and Carrie chuckle with us.

"Safe from what?" I giggle pushing a few curls out of my eyes.

"From... y'know... falling out of your bunk. The bus was pretty rocky at times and so I was protecting you from falling out," Kenny explains with a smirk. I raise my eyebrow and shake my head realizing that this teasingly innocent argument is going no where.

"Except for that time when Dime pulled you two out of her bunk to drink and you both collapsed on the floor, so that wasn't really protecting her was it?" Johnny chimes in, and we all laugh except Kenny just takes another sip of his beer squinting his eyes at Johnny.

"How in the hell did you stand these two?" Carrie giggles.

"Fuck, these two are nothing compared to having all four of them drunk and playing pranks on each other, ripping on each other... like... fuck," I say and take a sip of my water as Kenny glances at me with the silliest smile on his face, laughing his ass off with Johnny. Kenny then leans into me, brushing my curls off my shoulder and places his lips to that spot under my earlobe. Feeling his soft lips on my skin send shivers all over my body, I close my eyes and lean into him and suddenly it changes as his hand moves to my side and he starts to tickle me.

"Kenny!" I yelp laughing as he laughs, holding me to him and continues to torture me.

"Ok you two, enough with the adorable cuteness you got going on over there," Carrie says taking a sip of her drink.

"Would you guys like some New Years shots?" A bar girl offers as she comes around with a platter full of different colored shots.

"Sure, what time is it anyways?" Carrie asks.

"11:58," The bar girl says glancing at her watch as she passes out shots to us. We all thank her and she walks away as we get ready for the countdown to the new year. Then the whole bar starts the countdown. We all raise out shot glasses up and even though Johnny attempts to say something moving and meaningful, he is drowned out by the rest of the people in the bar.

"5... 4... 3... 2..." We all count together as I feel Kenny pull me closer into him.

"1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

Everyone screams and the local band that had been playing up on stage, starts their metal rendition of 'Auld Lang Syne' which in my opinion is the saddest song to ring in a new year with, and we all down our shots at once. Once I set my shot glass down on the table, pulling a face because that shot was extremely sour tasting and Kenny laughs.

"Not like JD huh?" He chuckles.

"No, that was gross," I say still pulling a face and he laughs.

"Happy new year baby," He says sweetly with that adorable Brooklyn accent, and I glance up at him, his gorgeous dark eyes looking into mine and I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.

"Happy new year," I say sweetly back as he touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes and I could tell that there was something that he was holding back.

"Kenny?" I ask quietly slightly worried and he lifts his forehead from mine, brushing a few curls from my face and softly smiles at me, his dark eyes beaming. Then his smile slowly fades and he leans into me and brushes his lips so gently against mine, then immediately deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip and I respond, sucking on that beautiful bottom lip of his, no caring who is in the room. Then after a few moments, he parts his lips from mine, touching his forehead back to mine, hesitating for a moment and placing a kiss to my forehead then going back to his beer and taking a sip.

"I need another beer, you want one baby?" He asks, his tone changing from before. I can't exactly explain it but I can just tell he's holding something back, I'm just not sure what it is.

"No, I'm ok," I say quietly and he slips out of the booth and makes his way back up to the bar as I watch him do so.

"Happy new year Andi," Johnny says sweetly breaking me out of the moment and I turn to him  and smile excitedly.

"Happy new year," I say happily and he embraces me in a hug. Then after a few moments, Carrie bounces around to my side smiling away saying Happy new year to me and I giggle embracing her in a hug as well. Then once Kenny returns, he and Johnny do their whole Happy new year thing as well, and before long it was time to head home.

We decided to walk back to Kenny's apartment, leaving Johnny and Carrie to head home on their own, since the newly January air was clear and perfect for a walk and at least we didn't have to pay for a cab home.

We decide to take a bit of the back way home, down a few back streets away from crowds of people walking home drunk, enjoying the cold but not too cold air as the puffs of steam leave our mouths with each breath we take. Kenny lights up a smoke as we walk, though we pretty much stay silent for the most part which still confuses me given the fact that we were having so much fun back at the bar.

"It's so nice out here, the sky is so clear, you can see the moon," I say quietly trying to make conversation as I look up at the sky while we make our way down the sidewalk. I glance up at him as he takes another drag of his cigarette, glancing at me with those dark eyes but still saying nothing.

"You alright?" I ask.

"Yea, why?" He exhales a cloud of smoke with his voice a little raspy.

"You just seem a little quiet or something..." I trail off as I look down at myself, my dark curls falling down.

"Nah, I'm just..." He trails off glancing down at our hands, our fingers laced together.

"Drunk?" I giggle, glancing back up at him after a few moments of more silence between us as we continue to walk down the sidewalk, and he still says nothing. He doesn't seem to be his usual silly self when he's drunk.  After a few more moments of him not saying anything he suddenly stops us and turns me to face him though his glance remains down at his feet.

"Kenny?" I ask worriedly, the steam bellowing from my lips as I speak and a stray dog barks off in the distance of the neighborhood we were standing in.

"I wanted to say this so many fucking times but I always fucking lost my nerve," He says still not looking at me. He takes the last drag of his cigarette and flicks it away somewhere as I continue to look at him not knowing just what he was talking about.

"Every time I thought I had the perfect moment, it was always ruined, or there were too many people around or we'd get distracted... then back at the bar it was the perfect time, even though there were so many people around us, it was the perfect time and I second guessed myself and left to get a beer," Kenny half chuckles and glances back at me with his dark eyes filled with emotion.

"Kenny, what - ?"

"Now I have the nerve to say it and I'm so fucking scared but I have to say it or else it's going to eat away at me that I didn't just take the chance," He says cutting me off and look at him wondering just what the fuck he is talking about. He reaches in the pocket of his jeans and I see him pull out a ring. Even though it was completely dark out here with only the street lights lighting up the neighborhood, I could see the diamond sparkling as he held it in his hand.

" I have never loved anyone in my life as much as I love you. I have never wanted anyone more than the way I want you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,"

I glance down at the ring that he held in his hand and all I could feel was my heart pounding and my body feeling like it was completely numb. Possibly from the alcohol and possibly from the cold but it was like everything seemed like it was in slow motion. Like I wasn't really inside my body anymore.

"I swear to fuck, that I will never love anyone as much as I love you,"

"Kenny - "

"I want you to marry me"

"What?" I breathe looking back up into his eyes.

"I want you to marry me,"

Brooklyn New York, January 1 1995

I stood at the apartment door making sure I had everything in my bag and zip up my leather jacket. Kenny, who stood in his ripped jeans and plain black T-shirt, his beautiful curls passed his shoulders, could barely look at me as I packed my things to go. There were so many things that I wanted to say but there wasn't any way that I could make it any easier for him. I've broken his heart. I never intended to hurt him at all. I never wanted to break his heart and I'm crumbling to pieces at the fact that I am doing so.

"You, um... you got your plane ticket?" He clears his throat.

"Yea," I say softly as I shove my keys in my pocket. I glance back at him trying to hold back my tears as he avoids my gaze. If I were him I wouldn't want to look at me either.

"Call me when you land... y'know just so I know you're ok," He says and quickly glances up at me.

"Ok," I say softly again. We stand there in completely silence not knowing what to say. What the fuck do you say when everything is once again falling apart. Only this time, I'm the one letting him fall when all along I was the one afraid to.

"Kenny I - "

"It's ok Andi... you don't need to say you're sorry anymore. I understand. Maybe not entirely but I understand... it's ok," He says, his tone firm but not angry, hurt but not sad in which I really can't blame him. As much as I wanted to tell him all the reasons why, there really is no use. He is allowed to feel the way he does, I just never thought that I would be the one to make him feel that way.

"You um, you better get going, you don't wanna miss your flight," He says quietly.

"Yea," I say quietly back. After a couple of more minutes, I wanted to just touch him one last time. I walk over to him and just as I was about to place my lips on his, he turns his head slightly and I connect with his cheek instead. I linger for a moment and then pull away, as my heart breaks but it doesn't even compare to the heartbreak I'm causing him. I reach up and place my hand on his chest, trying to make it better though I know it's not. He covers my hand with his and holds it for a moment.

"Andi please just... please just get the hell outta here," He says sadly but trying to be firm. I say nothing and slip my hand out from underneath his, turn quickly grabbing my bag and head for the door, wiping a tears as I do so. I don't look back as I open the door then close it behind me and walk as fast as I can down the stairs, letting the tears flow as I make my way out on to the street, hailing a cab and heading to the airport to go back home to Seattle.

To Be Continued In I Am The Highway...

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I Can Give You Power - Peter Hale

Prompt/request - see Image Warnings - main character death, violence. Pairing - Peter hale x reader A/N - I am so sorry it took me so long to do thus request I had way too many different things ideas for this but I hope you like how it turned out ❤

Story Peter stood in the nightclub looking round at everyone dancing and drinking, this really wasn't his seance. however he found himself here out of sheer curiosity. Derek suspected y/n was back in town, and reasonable for a few deaths, that Peter had been accused of first. Peter hadn't seen her in a year but she'd always been there in the back of his head. he stood in the corner sulking in the shadows, when his eyes caught the beautiful [y/h/c] girl dancing. he watched as she moved her body in time with the music, the way she flicked her hair and that perfect naughty smile he feel in love with.

Peter looked away for a brief second to tell Derek he'd found her. looking back to the dance floor she was gone. he scanned the club from where he stood. he spun on the spot seeing her walking towards him with two drinks in her hand. "long time no see hale" she joked handing him a drink. peter looked at her how long had she known he was there.

"I'm surprised to see you back in town y/n" Peter said. Y/n just smiled still shaking her hips to the music. "and why oh why would you be surprised" she said, running her hand down his chest, flirty. Peter grunted clenching his jaw, trying to keep composer, remembering why he was here.

"now if anyone is surprised, it's me! The sophisticated Peter Hale in a nightclub" y/n said raising her eyebrows at him. Peter knew if he wanted the information he wanted he needed to play her game. Normally Peter loved the game the touches, the looks, the flirting and the pure build up of sexual tension until they both exploded, tearing each others clothes off. Indeed it had always been Peter's favourite game and no could play it or him better than y/n.

However now was different, now he was in a relationship and he needed to find out if y/n was in fact back up to their old tricks and the newest body's came from her. Peter took a step forward, closing the gap between them. He started playing with the tips of her hair in his fingers. "I heard you were back in town I wanted to see for myself?" he said honestly, his head dipped down a little as he gently in healed her sent. His other hand went to her hip as she continued to sway them with the music in the background.

"oh and there was me thinking your non trusting nephew sent you, maybe to see if I'm killing people" she says full of attitude and straight to the point. Peter just smirks, this was why he liked her, y/n was always a step ahead of everyone. He moved closer, his head almost touching hers. She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke "well did you?" he asks, his voice like velvet on y/n's ear, making her knees weak and making it harder to keep the upper hand. "do you think I did?" She asked seductively never taking her eyes from his ice blue ones. Peter smirked again "we both know you're more capable of it sweetheart" he said more pride in his voice than she would have liked to hear. Her hands moved to his shoulders "listen to my heart beat, no I haven't killed anyone since I've been in town and I'm not planning anything evil too"

Peter nodded, he believed you about not killing anyone but he couldn't help notice the little jump in her heartbeat, when she said evil. "so why are you back in town?" he asked again. Y/n stood back lifting her arms, motioning to the club around her. "this place, I bought a club, now you have the info you wanted for Derek, so you can go now!" she said walking away.  Peter could see and hear the hurt and hate as she spoke, a few steps away she turned "oh and Peter if you wanna catch up without being the McCall packs lapdog you know where I am" he watched her walk into the crowd vanish. 

It had been a week since Peter saw y/n at the club and couldn't get her out of his mind. The way she looked dancing, the rush of feelings coming back. Feeling he thought had died with all other when he had died and came back. It wasn't just his former relationship with y/n he thought about, but the things she said that night. I'm not planning anything evil. He knew this was a lie and he wanted nothing more to know what those plans where and to be a part of them, like he used to, the way they used to run the town. 

"Peter are you even listening to me?" a voice said bringing him out of his own thoughts "sorry what was you saying" Peter said to the blonde in front of him. "I was saying this place is dreadful next time I'm picking the restaurant" she said annoyed he wasn't listening to how she hated the place.

"I happen to like this place" Peter answered. Peter did like it because it was the first place he took y/n after they had escaped Eichen house. Subconsciously that's probably why he picked this restaurant tonight. 

"well I think it's trashy, you know I don't like cheep, unclassified places. How do we know the kitchen is even clean" she pouted. Peter rolled his eyes "and how do you know the kitchens are clean in the Michelin star restaurants we normally eat at" he counteracted.

For the rest of the night Peter sat there watching his girlfriend, every little thing started to annoy him. he watched how she spoke to one of the waiting staff, calling her stupid for putting her drink on the wrong side of the table. Or how she'd talk about spending Peter's money like it was the only reason she was with him. How she's talk trash about every other person in the restaurant. He found himself compering her to y/n. Y/n was happy, fun unpredictable, crazy in the lovable way. the woman in front of him wasn't. She was cold mean and all about money and bitch about others to make herself feel better. 

After half an hour Peter couldn't take her anymore, she wasn't y/n no one could be her, "do you think this is working, because I don't. Your are nothing more than a sour bitch and sick off all this every day" Peter stood up "its over" he said paying the bill and walking out. Without thinking about it found himself outside y/n door.

*** Y/n heard a knock at her door, she smirked when she saw Peter on the other side. "peter hi, couldn't keep away" she smirked. "maybe, can I come in?" Peter replied. Y/n steeped as in so he could enter, "Derek sent you again" she said a hint of venom.

"no one actually knows I'm here, they think I'm out" Peter was about to say out with his now ex girlfriend. "oh yes Date night tonight right" she laughed. "something like that? We ended it" he said looking down. Y/n couldn't and didn't hide the smile on her face as she heard those words, she’d loved peter even if she wasn't sure how to say or show it. not until she came up with the perfect plan to win his heart. "aw what happened" y/n sarcastically asked.

Peter close the gap between them "I got fed up with her mundane ways, I want excitement back in my life" he said lustfully. Y/n forward looking in his eyes then moving her lips to his ears "did you finally learn she's not me" she said looking back into his eyes "no one can ever be like you, you one of a kind, a unique girl" he said his hand ran up her arm as he spoke finally cupping her cheek. 

Peter dipped his head to kiss her but y/n spun out the way giggling. Peter let out a growl in frustration "can you stop with the games y/n" he said rubbing his face. Y/n just giggled more, she loved winding Peter up, getting him wound up to snapping point. "but I thought you liked this game, or has becoming a beta changed you more than I thought" y/n tilted her head. knowing her word would get a rise out of him.

Peter flashed his eyes at her, he hated when someone would state how he was no longer an alpha. "don't be sour, that's Derek's title" she said walking cycles round him. "what if I told you I can give you that power back you want the most" Peter's head snapped up to look at her, his brows crossed "and how do you plan on doing that" he asked the flirtation back in his tone " by killing Scott McCall" y/n said innocently, like she wasn't planning murder. This had caught his interest.

 Peter sat on the couch facing her, his arms stretched over the back a smug look on his face "not to burst your bubble sweetheart but even killing Scott won't give me his power, he's a true alpha" the smug turned to hate as he said true alpha. "I'm aware of that, however are you aware of a place called La Iglesia" y/n smiled. Peter thought for a minute “the temple of the smoking mirrors.” he said confused to why y/n would know of it or even suggest it. 

"yes, exactly smoke and mirrors, if you can play nice we can kill Scott and make you an alpha again" y/n said. "play nice with who?" Peter asked, his eyes following her as she got up. Walking around the coffee table sitting on his lap. Y/wrapped her arms around his neck, "why with Kate Argent of course" she smiled. Y/n felt him tense up at the mention of the name, she lightly tugged the hair on the back of his neck. "if this is going to work, we need her Peter" in a sweet almost childish tone. Peter glared unimpressed "we're killing once she's past her usefulness" he demanded. Y/n giggled in his ear "I wouldn't have it any other way" 

Y/n kissed and nipped at his neck, a feeling Peter dearly missed, "so dose this mean your in?" She asked. Peter looked at her smirking, lifting his lip a little as did "kill Scott McCall and Kate Argent of course I'm in" he said grabbing her hips flipping her, so y/n now laid in the couch with him over her, giving attacking kisses along her neck. Y/n giggled it was like music to his ears, a song no one else could ever play.

*** Kate had so far played her part well, she'd taken Scott to the Mexican temple. She'd successful made him a berserker. On orders of y/n also tested out that theory by having him attack and almost kill Kira. 

Peter had everything planned out perfectly, he had back up plans for everything. He'd manipulated Derek into thinking bringing y/n was Derek's idea. They all gathered by there cars going over a plan to kill Kate and her pets. In the temple the all walked in quietly, the pack were nervous as the wind and creeks made them flinch in fear it was a berserker. Peter suggested they split up, send stiles and Derek to find Kate. While the others looked for Scott.

They entered a large room in the temple when two berserkers came out. Peter knew what one was Scott and went straight for him. Y/n and Malia went for the one at the back of them. Liam looked between the two running to help Peter. The fighting had lasted longer than anyone could have guessed before y/n and Malia managed to kill theirs. 

Liam was knocked out by Scott however they still didn't know it was him. Peter saw his window of opportunity closing, he need to be the one to kill Scott for his power. Peter couldn't risk Liam or Malia killing him so rugby tackled berserker Scott throw a wall. The impact of the pair smashing though the wall made the rest of the temple shake and crumble.

Y/n and Malia ran to the hole screaming peters name. Before they could see if he was okay they got pulled back by Liam before they both got crushed by falling rocks. 

The outside volume was louder now part of the roof had collapsed. The sounds of gunfire could he heard along with screams and shouting. "what should we do now?" Liam asked, both him and Malia looking at y/n for orders. "you both go find Derek and try to find Scott and Kira too if you can tell them that Peter is trapped with that monster, I'll stay here and try to shift some of this rock to help him" she told the two kids. They both nodded at her and headed for the door "and watch out for Kate and them berserkers" y/n shouted after them.

Inside the stone room, Scott's berserker skull had cracked during the fall. He stood up shaking of the bone chest plate, looking at Peter unsure if he should trust him or not. Scott stirred at him, the wheels in his turning until the truth hit him in the face.  "You!" he roared at Peter "The only one who knew as much as Argent about Berserkers. About the Nagual. You taught Kate. You helped her. All for power?" Scott said now facing Peter with his claws out 

"For my family's power. To be rightfully inherited by me. Not usurped by some idiot teenage boy, so incorruptible, he won't shed the blood of his enemies even when justified" Peter spat out to him with disgust. Scott looked at Peter "You don't deserve your power"

Peter laughed "You were my Beta first, Scott. It was my bite that changed your life. And my bite that can end it" Scott rolled his head shifting completely "Then, end it, Peter. Because you won't get another chance" he roared. 

The pair ran at each other, with a mass of clawing punching biting, the both were hurt. Peter saw the moon shine though the large glass window, he ran at Scott stabbing his claws into both Scott sides, lifting him off the floor. The wight of his body made Scott sink deeper into Peter's hold. The moon light hit the pair, Peter could feel himself getting stronger watching the life fade from his teenage enemy. Peter throw Scott down pushing away some of the rocks blocking his path to y/n.

He saw her stood waiting for him, leaning against the wall tapping her foot "took your time! so did it work?" She asked with excited glee in her voice. Peter flashed his red alpha eyes at her. Y/n ran jumping up wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing "I know it would" she said with a lustful smirk. "I never doubted for a moment" Peter said "do you know hot you look right now?" y/n bit her lip as she spoke, looking into his red glowing eyes. 

Peter looked at the crazy, amazing girl in front of him. The girl who had done all this just for him, he spun her round pushing her against the wall, smashing his lips to hers, in a rough kiss. Breathless y/n pulls "now that's the alpha I remember" She jumped down from his arms "right now we need to find Kate she's our last loose end and then you can thank me properly later" y/n said with a twisted smirk

Walking out Peter thought to himself, she was his and after tonight he was certain not to lose her again, he would bite her make her his mate. Peter was dragged back to reality when he heard voices coming towards them. It was Derek and stiles "where's Malia and Liam?" stiles asked "where here" Malia called helping Liam carry Kira. " where's Scott?" Derek asked looking at them. Y/n stood forward, Kate killed him" she told the others. 

The Pack listened to how Kate had tried to change Scott make him one of her beasts. How y/n and Peter found his body on an alter, taking them to the staged sceane. Malia sobbed at the sight as stiles eyes filled up even with the strength he was showing not to cry. Their sobs where cut off by the sound of clapping, looking up to Kate walking in the room. 

"well played y/n well played, I should have seen this coming really" she said smugly, slowly walking in the room. Everyone looked from Kate to y/n and back. "should of saw what?, you would fail miserably" y/n taunted back. Kate growled showing her fangs "you think you can play your little games with me make me a pawn in your twisted game to win Peter, not anymore" 

Kate charged at y/n, making Peter dive at her. Derek told stiles to go, making him take Malia and Liam with him. Peter and Derek both faced Kate, she stood up scared but trying not to show it. "well I have to say y/n I'm impressed, you got Peter his power back and managed to turn both Hales into personal guard dogs" Kate said jealously dripping from her tone. This caused another growl to come from both Peter and Derek. 

"no Kate they just hate you enough to kill you. Me well i just love crazy games and you lost. your just not as smart you think you are kate, yes I played you, and you walked into like a lamb to the slaughter." y/n answered smirking, sending Kate's anger over the edge. She ran at y/n again but was blocked by Peter and Derek. The three supernatural creatures fought y/n watched Peter tore out her throat, killing her once and for all. Derek looked shell-shocked picking up Scott's body carrying him out. 

Peter stopped y/n as she went to follow his nephew "so sweetheart now it's all over, why did you do all this for me?" he asked. She looked at him, shrugging her shoulders "because deep down in our mad crazy world I love you" she smiled turning to get out of the old dusty temple. Peter smirked following her out, they watched the pack get ready to leave. "why do we go just find a new place start our own pack" Peter said not taking his eyes from the cars now pulling away. Y/n nodded "okay" Peter laced his fingers in hers both heading to his car ready to start a new adventure.

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A Grumpy Christmas Bucky - Bucky Barnes

Title: A grumpy Christmas Bucky

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like Christmas. At least he thinks so.

Words: 1’389

Warnings: None. Maybe some terrible cheesiness.

Genere: Fluffy

A/N: I love Christmas. So I felt like writing a cheesy Christmas Imagine with Bucky Barnes.

- Katie xx

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Bucky sat on the couch and read his book. Or at least he was trying to, but Steve's, Sam's and (Y/N) 's loud singing kept on interrupting him mid-sentence. They were belting out some version of a Christmas tune while decorating the massive tree in the living room. Tony had it delivered to the base specifically for (Y/N). She was ridiculously obsessed with Christmas.

He watched her as she grabbed another box of ornaments. Bucky thought he saw the words Avengers written on it. He couldn't believe his eyes and leaned forward on his seat. But there she was pulling out a mini version of Captain America. She held it up in front of Steve's face. Bucky hadn't seen him look this happy in years.

 "Is that me?" he asked her and grabbed it.

(Y/N) nodded happily. And Bucky had to stop himself from grinning. He still couldn't believe that this was his girlfriend. To other people, she may look a bit crazy. It's like Christmas threw up on her. She wore a red skirt, a crazy Christmas sweater with the most horrible pun, and a Santa hat on top of her head. To him, this weird girl was the most beautiful human he'd ever seen.

"There is also one of you, James," (Y/N) said while hanging up the Iron Man Ornament.

Bucky just shook his head. He just didn't understand the fuss about Christmas. He never had. Even back in the day, when his sisters used to get way too excited. For him, it never mattered if they had the perfect tree or huge presents. But here, things were different. Since the first November, every Avenger was talking about it. Wanda and Vision were trying to make the perfect dinner, Sam put his time into making "the perfect Christmas dinner" playlist, and Steve and (Y/N) were fussing about trees and ornaments for days. He didn't understand how everyone was so excited. It was just Christmas. Another holiday where shops made way too much profit.

Without a word, he lifted the book back up, hiding his face. Mainly because of the look on (Y/N)'s face. She looked so excited, so happy, and if he kept on seeing that, his heart would explode. She just made him feel so warm inside. Not just him, she was that kind of woman that everyone liked. Smart, kind and fun. The Avengers adored her, Tony especially. He would do everything for the young woman. He had a strong suspicion that (Y/N) and Peter were his favourites. And the worst thing was, (Y/N) knew Tony had a soft spot for her. She only had to ask for the enormous tree, and a few days later, it stood in their living room.

"Don't mind him. Bucky doesn't like Christmas," Steve said and stepped up the ladder to decorate the upper part of the tree.

Bucky was sure he heard (Y/N) gasp in shock. He lowered his book again and looked at Steve. His friend looked like such a dork, with his green Christmas sweater and reindeer ears. (Y/N) had put them on his head about an hour ago, and it had taken Buck about five minutes to stop laughing. Something was just funny about seeing Captain America all dressed up.  

"No, It's not Christmas that I don't like. It's all the drama around it. No one needs this huge tree and sweaters," he said and gestured down himself in a silent accusation.

He made a face as he saw the ugly sweater (Y/N) made him wear. It was bright red with a deer on it. She made everyone dress festively. Even Clint, who was currently running through the tower to find the tree-topper. (Y/N) had freaked out when she didn't find it in the ornament box. 

"How did I not know that about you?" she asked, astonished.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. 

"Never felt like mentioning it," he mumbled.

He didn't tell her because he didn't want to make her unhappy. So he held the information back. He knew she loved Christmas.

"Well, you have never spent Christmas with the Avengers. This is going to be great as one of those movies," she said happily. "Wanda and Vision are going to serve you the best dinner you ever had, which Sam is going to eat like he would take part in an eating contest. Tony is going to flirt with May, who he pressured Peter into inviting as well. Pepper is going to hate that but keeps herself busy with starring at Steve. And Clint and Tasha will be drunk by nine. But it will be great, and everyone will love it."

Steve laughed while she talked. He seemingly remembered last year. Sam had nearly dropped the Wintersoldier ornament in shock of the accusation. He mumbled something along the lines of I don't eat that much. 

Bucky shook his head because this Christmas sounded exhausting. Maybe he needed to get drunk with Tasha and Clint. 

"(Y/N) don't act like you aren't tipsy too. And then you always make that emotional speech about how much you love everyone," Sam added.

"So, just like every day?" Bucky said and smiled innocently at his girlfriend. 

Steve stifled a laugh and (Y/N) giggled slightly. God, he loved this girl so much. She spun back around to the tree.

"Oh, and Steve here made me dance with him to the Jingle Bell Rock."

Her finger pointed at him accusingly. A blush covered Steve's cheeks. Bucky was slightly jealous of the picture he formed in his head. 

"Well, their dancing was horrible. Steve ain't got moves," Sam said to Steve. 

Steve turned his wide frame with a shocked expression. Bucky was lost in thought about how he would dance with his girl and nearly didn't notice her drop down on the couch next to him. 

"I love this. Christmas is beautiful." 

Bucky didn't understand. She stared at the bickering boys and sighed happily. Nothing about this looked like a happy Christmas. It was way too noisy and messy—nothing like the movies. You could hear pots clappering in the kitchen, smell something burn and hear the faint, very wrong singing of Peter, who was wrapping a present for Tony at the kitchen table.

"I don't understand why everyone enjoys this so much," he said to her, staring at the boys. 

(Y/N) turned to him with a small smile. A soft look in her eyes.

"It's not Christmas we love; it's the people. All of us are lost souls who found each other, in a way, like a weird family. Most of us would spend a lonely Christmas if we didn't have each other," She explained and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Without thinking, he put his arm around her and couldn't help but smile down at her. It was something he did automatically. His body was used to holding her. It felt right.

"We would have each other," he pointed out and kissed her head adoringly. 

She laughed quietly. That was true. It would be Bucky and her. And it would be beautiful. But it would also be wrong not spending Christmas with these weird people. 

"Well, now we have them too," she mumbled and freed herself from his hug.

Their little moment was over, and she jumped up. He missed her touch already. He felt like he needed to hold her as much as possible.

"So don't be grumpy, James." she mentioned, "I'll dance with you too."

And then she took his book out of his hand, threw it on the couch and pulled him up. Her grin was huge. Bucky let her pull him in front of the enormous tree. 

"Friday can you turn this up?" she asked the AI and began spinning Bucky around.

Steve laughed, still standing on the ladder, and Sam started filming them. And Bucky couldn't hold back a laugh as he danced with his girl surrounded by his friends. Maybe this Christmas won't suck as much.

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