how she leans when his hand is on her cheek

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it

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They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.

Derek was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.

“Hey, man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”

“My dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.

“Well,” the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.” He gestured towards Nora.

“She’s an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that you don’t know if it’s white or black.”

The other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.

“Leia?” Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”

“I’ll show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing, then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.

Nora and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have it, so did their owners.


“Unfair.” Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”

Derek smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to join me in the shower.”

Gah.” Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”

Derek laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together, “you’re awful.”

Derek bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling, seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.

It’s been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles. Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.

They haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as much as he wants to.

Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.

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Marinette’s heart lurches painfully at his question. In the past several months she’s become expert at the Art of Reading Adrien, and the way that he nervously fiddles with the scarf belies the even voice she hears. She hopes he doesn’t think she’s going to deny him this.

“Close your eyes.”

He complies, and as she twists off the couch to face him, she hears his restrained breathing. 

Scratch nervous, he was terrified. She puts a hand between his shirt collar and his scarf, hoping to ease his nerves as she leans closer and takes him in.

Framed in the red sunlight and his eyelashes grazing his cheeks, he looked serene. Had she not known him, the assumption would have been fair.

Her eyes slide along the strange patches of light thrown across his face and drift down to his mouth.

…How long had she really wanted to do this when she wasn’t busy lying to herself? She tries to push the thought out of her mind as the centimeters between them compress and her bangs mingle with his.

She’d dedicated to memory his laughter at the first stupid meme she’d shown him, the pride in his compliment when she made a bad pun to his face, the way he’d bear hug her at the end of her shift and try to stop her from making it to his door, and the pain that the gesture did little to mask.

She does her best to etch into her memory the brief hitch in his breath as she gently touches her lips to his.

She’d stolen his first kiss.

holding hands — tom h.

Originally posted by olvrsfelicity

author’s note: guys thank you so much for all the support on my first head cannon :( here’s more shit i couldn’t stop thinking about the past couple days so i hope you enjoy it! (sorry it turned out so long again)

  • here we go okay so lets say the first time tom held your hand was on your first date
  • he was nervous
  • LIKE SUPER NERVOUS
  • i’m talking about so nervous his hands were sweaty and shaky and he couldn’t stop wiping them on his jeans
  • you were so nervous too kfjdkfjdf
  • your first date with him was at his apartment because he wanted to cook for you 
  • he thought it was a cute thing to do and he low-key really wanted to impress you
  • because he knew you liked simple, romantic things like that and not extravagant over the top pricey dates
  • ok so you were sitting on the counter top with your legs dangling off the edge
  • swinging them back and forth
  • tom was so distracted by you because you looked so cute 
  • he literally couldn’t stop staring at you
  • that’s why he accidentally placed his hand on the stove and BURNED HIMSELF
    • “ow”
  • once you heard that, you jumped off the counter and ran over to him
  • he was shaking his hand back and forth, trying to air out the burn
  • not only that but he was shaking his head because he just did something so stupid in front of you
  • when all he wanted to do was impress you
  • you could tell he was so upset by the look on his face 
  • :(
  • and plus his hand was all red from the burn 
  • :(
  • so YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT GRAB HIS HAND AND KISS IT
  • HIS JAW DROPPEDDDDDDDD AND HE GOT SO MANY TINGLES
  • as if he hadn’t felt enough tingles from the stupid burn
  • but this tingle was from you and your sweet little kiss so it was different
  • his eyes light up and he just stared at you 
  • you could tell he was a bit happier so you kissed his hand again
  • he shook his head and laughed a little, so you were like
    • “what”
    • “nothing, i jus-i just wanted to do that first”
    • you stared at him a little confused
    • he sighed and said,
      • “i wanted to do that first, ya know hold your hand but i’ve just been so nervous because you look so cute and i really want to impress you but instead i do this and ruin it all and i don’t know y/n… i just really really wanted to hold your-
    • you let go of his hand
    • he INSTANTLY grabbed it again
    • you smiled and said, “looks like you’re holding it”
  • he swore he fell in love with you at that moment 
  • that was also when you guys had your first kiss and became official
  • ANYWAYS after that date you two couldn’t stop holding hands
  • lets talk about the most simple way being when you two were walking 

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wedding bells, eventually ✦ peter parker

summary : peter has big plans for you and him, one day. hopefully.

word count : 1.9k

@radicalstars omg thank u for requesting i loved this !!

   One of Peter’s earliest memories, the type of memory that was so grainy and vague you could hardly recall any of it except brief flashes of pictures with no words attached, was attending the wedding of Aunt May to Uncle Ben. He doesn’t remember it quite well, but from the pictures in her wedding photo album, he was the ring bearer and wore a little tux that May says he hated so much that he practically ripped the tie off him without undoing it after the ceremony was completed and it was time for the reception. He wished he could remember it more properly now, not just because it’d be another memory with Uncle Ben residing in it, but because as he grew up he developed an odd sort of fascination with weddings. It wasn’t necessarily because he had an intense desire to marry- though, after meeting you that had certainly changed- it was more because he thought it was a genuinely beautiful ceremony and just seeing two people unite under love that way made his heart actually quite happy. So, when he and May were invited to the wedding of the young couple that lived across the hall from them and thought that Peter and his aunt were the sweetest people ever, he was extremely excited. 

    So excited, in fact, that he bounded down the hallway less than thirty minutes after receiving the invitation outside the door, despite May telling him not to do that because it might be considered strange, and knocked on their door. He even implored them to allow him a plus one, the plus one being his love that he couldn’t possibly go to a wedding without. Since it was Peter and he had this adorably innocent, genuinely always happy way about him, they agreed almost immediately to his request of bringing you along. 

   He called you to ask if you could go on his way back to his apartment. He had left in such a hurry that the door was still ajar when he walked in with his phone pressed between his shoulder and his cheek as he pushed the door open and gave May a thumbs up and an enthusiastic smile. “So- so they just like said yes to me right away and I’m really happy about it and now I get to take you to a wedding so, can you come with me? I’d be so so happy if you could but if you can’t-” 

   May could hear you through the phone interrupting her nephew’s soliloquy loudly- “Peter! Peter, slow down babe, yeah I can come, you just have to give me a minute to answer-” Peter laughs all the way to his room, his phone still balancing precariously there on his shoulder while he carries a plate filled with way too many snacks into his bedroom, bumping the door closed with his heel. May smiles to herself while she returns his attention back to the show playing on the screen of their small television. 


        He knows it could be seen as impolite by someone who doesn’t know how startlingly  courteous he is a boyfriend, and as a person, but Peter can’t help the low whistle that he performs when you approach him outside his apartment building the day of the wedding that he’s been chattering about on and off for a few weeks now. He giddily jogs over to you, intertwining his fingers through yours and giving a gentle squeeze. He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, pulling them away from his mouth so he can take a deep breath as he gazes at you in all your devastatingly wondrous beauty that sometimes he can’t even begin to comprehend. Overwhelming as it is at times to have an incredible, beautiful person such as yourself be as in love with him as he is with you, Peter counts himself as one of the most fortunate people in the universe.

   He opens the car door for you, May already situated in the driver’s seat, and although Peter could ride shotgun if he wanted to since you insisted that you didn’t mind he counter-insists upon sitting beside you in the back. “Y/N, you look so pretty, Peter did you tell say that she looks pretty yet?” Peter casts a glance at May that’s somewhere between whining without actually making a noise and concealed anger, but he’s never really angry at May. He just wanted to be the first one to disclose how particularly gorgeous you appeared today. 

    “I was going to,” he mumbles as May starts the car. The way you smile at him is that of a shooting star now that he comes to think of it; slowly, mesmerizing, brilliant, blinding. There’s nothing he can do but smile back, though he’s sure his painfully shy- still so shy, after all these months-  curling of the lips is not nearly as enamoring as yours. It is, in your opinion. “You- you look beautiful. You’re gonna outshine the bride.” 

  You bite your lip at that, doing a little head shake. You twist the ends of your hair around your finger. “Aw, Pete, she’s gonna look stunning, I don’t wanna even think about overshadowing anyone. It’s her day, you know?” Your hand curled around his, you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. “But thank you. You’re the best.” His face scrunches up much like a kitten when you kiss his other cheek, too. May has another secretive little smirk on her face as she adjusts her front mirrors, but you act like you don’t notice. You know she’ll tease you endlessly if she realizes that you noticed her watching, so the two of you have an unspoken agreement to never really address these situations save for a small comment about how much she loves you, and loves you with her nephew. 

    “Well no worries, ‘cause when you’re the bride at our wedding no one will ever even come close to outshining you.” May nearly slams on the breaks of her car just as you look back at Peter with eyes widened. He has a hand out in front of him on top of the headrest of May’s seat, alarmed as he says, “Woah, May, are you all right?” She turns back to you both with an embarrassed shrug before placing both hands on the wheel again. “Weird,” Peter mutters, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He turns to stare out the window, as if he hadn’t just said what he did. As if you weren’t internally screaming because Peter Parker just admitted that he envisions himself marrying you one day and it scares the hell out of you but also, you’re so thrilled about the fact that the part of him that needs things meticulously planned out far in advanced has included you in his idea of a future? For his sake, for yours, you rest your head on his shoulder and pretend that what he said wasn’t a big deal. You’d talk about it later. Well, if he brought it up again. 

   Which he would. He was sitting there beside you tapping a rhythm with his foot and wondering if you had heard him, if you were just ignoring him because of embarrassment, if you really hadn’t heard him, or if you had understood what he had said and were no choosing to be silent because your version of a future didn’t include him the way he wanted it to oh so desperately. He kept tapping his foot. He made the decision to say it again later. It couldn’t hurt. 

    You’re in the middle of the ceremony when he whispers it again, but this time more casually so he can gauge a proper response from you, to see if it frightens you in the way he had been overanalyzing it in his brain. You, him, and May sit somewhere in the middle of the succession of white lawn chairs for the outside ceremony, and Peter’s arm hasn’t left your waist for more than a few seconds at a time to clap respectably at the right times and to stand when the bride came drifting down the aisle. He watches the groom’s lit with happiness face and then he watches your face, more serene but still glowing like usual. He leans in toward your ear as to not disturb other guests. “That’s gonna be me someday,” he whispers, eyes darting back toward the groom. Your hand finds his again. 

   “I’d expect nothing less,” you reply softly, following the movements of the bride as she takes her place in front of her soon to be husband, her beam so genuine and pure. Peter nods at your response, a bit disappointed before you say, “Who… who do you imagine being the, um, the bride?” You inquire, a note of hesitance in your voice indicating everything Peter needed to know. 

  You just needed the confirmation, which he was happy to give. “I was thinking you.” He knows it’s awfully rude of him to talk during a ceremony of this manner, but he can’t help it. “If that’s okay, of course. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

   A carefully tucked away bubble of laughter rises up in your throat. You push the incessant thing back down for fear of being considered impolite, and Peter catches a glimpse at that adorable expression you make before you laugh anyway, so it’s almost like he heard the sound despite it not actually being audible. “Peter Parker, I would be honored.” He bounces a little in his seat, because when he’s overly excited it’s downright impossible for him to sit still, and he rests one hand on your cheek as you continue looking forward. He kisses the side of your face quickly then takes his hand and places it back in it’s proper position; gripping yours.

   “I know it’s early but,” he pauses so he can listen to the vows being exchanged. It’s his favorite part of a wedding, even if he’s only been to two. Three, counting this one. He thinks about his vows to you would be eighty seven pages long, respectively. There’s no one he could downsize it. When the bride says her last few words, Peter continues, “I really really can’t wait for our wedding. I just know it’s gonna happen. And I’m so ready for it. Not, like, now obviously but you know, in a few years, when we’re still in love and we know more than ever that we have is permanent. I’m ready for that.” 

   You’re too lovesick to form a proper reply. You’re afraid that if you open your mouth, you’ll start crying. It wouldn’t seem too improper if you did; weddings often left guests teary eyed as they made their way to the reception. Either you’d cry, or you’d let out a loud squeal of joy and hug the life out of this boyfriend of yours that keeps saying the sweetest things to you. He leans further into you, his head tilted to rest against yours. “You’ll look so beautiful up there. More so than you do right now, if that’s even possible.” He sighs wistfully, then places his other hand on your knee reassuringly. When you’re flustered, you have a hard time forming a coherent sentence, so he understands why you’re not saying anything now. You’re saving the sweet words you always deliver for when you’re sitting back in Peter’s room in a few hours in your sweatpants and stretching out on his bed like its your own. “One day?” He looks to you for the confirmation. 

    You kiss his forehead, your lips lingering there for a second. His eyes close at your touch. “One day, for sure.” 

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Hades and Persephone (harry au)

I’m a sucker for Greek Mythology lmao. This isn’t the same exact story probably but I wanted to put it in my perspective and how I like to imagine it. Especially imagining Harry as god of the underworld because that boy is a total cupcake. We’re just gonna call Hades as Harry’s name lmao. I’ve been fantasizing this for a while now so I hope this kills you as much as it kills me! Haha xx M

Contains mature content

The underworld is a very dark and dreary place. The blood curdling screams from the spirits of the dead could be heard from miles away beneath the earth’s ground. The souls being punished severely for the countless sins they’ve committed. As soon as one enters the underworld, there’s this depressing aura that surrounds a person. A very frightening one too. There is literal smell of death that fills the air of the gloomy place. 

Moans and groans could be heard from where Harry was sat in his palace, on his large throne that was made of dark steel meaning to look intimidating with it’s size and the bronze gemstones dispersed into the strong metal.

It was his job to rule the underworld. To control the deaths and punishments of those souls who deserved it. The sound of terrified screams coming from the outside of his palace did not phase him at all. He has learned to not sympathize any of the souls who are being punished. It isn’t exactly an easy job to rule death.The worse the sins are, the more unfortunate a soul was. He has learned to avoid them.

Harry is a man who is void of emotions. Or he was a man who was void emotions. It had all changed when the light of his life, his love, his beautiful goddess Persephone entered his life. Her job was to control springtime and vegetation. She was literally the physical representation of warmth and life thus, being the polar opposite of Harry who was cold and only took lives. She was the reason why he has become less harsh and more warm. His cold, black heart would melt every time he saw. 

Persephone literally glowed and out shined the dark world of death. Her warmth and caring persona was the only life down in the underworld. She was able to counteract Harry’s darkness with her power of changing the seasons and growing the plants for people to survive with food. 

Her beauty was something Harry still wasn’t use to. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful goddess was all his. His, his, his. This beauty was all his and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were married. That he was married to someone who was the polar opposite of him. He couldn’t believe that a beautiful, caring woman like her loved a cold hearted man like him. She was the only person who would make him feel emotions. She was the only person that Harry cared about. The only person Harry has ever felt loved for.

The first time he saw her, he was so sure he fell in love with her right then and there. She was stood far away from him, picking flowers from a field when he saw her. Her aura radiated innocence and warmth. He wanted her as his wife so he had abducted her and took her into the depths of Earth into his realm. She hated him at first. She hated what he did and she hated how he acted. She had thought that he was a selfish man for abducting her. But slowly, she fell in love with the man who had a black heart. She was the cause of his heart turning one shade lighter from black. She had learned to love him with everything she had despite who he was. She accepted him into her life. She accepted his job as the ruler of death and stood by his side as goddess of the Underworld when they got married.

Persephone was Harry’s weakness. They both knew that. She was the woman who was able to control him. She was the only person who was able to slightly melt his ice cold heart. She was the woman who lit up his life and brought a smile to his usual stoic face. 

Harry is sat in his throne room with a fluttery heart and butterflies bursting in his stomach as he watches his beautiful wife walk down the aisle. The only woman who could cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach. The large stone doors shut loudly behind her, leaving both of them privacy from their servants. His raspberry lips lift up into a smile as he stands up and allows his long legs to carry him to his glowing goddess. He felt his cold heart lodge in his throat when he sees her smiling at him, her demeanor radiating happiness when she sees him. He couldn’t believe that he was the reason for that wide smile. A ruthless man like him.

Persephone walks towards him in a white gown that contrasts against the dark room and Harry, who was dressed in a thick black robe. The upper half of the dress, clung to her chest. Her breasts slightly swelled up due to the golden belt wrapped around the waist and she knew it was going to bring a reaction out of her husband. The sleeves were off the shoulders, revealing her soft gleaming skin. Her hands were clasped together in front of her body and she looked down at the ground shyly when she saw Harry’s green eyes staring at her with adoration.

The both of them meet in the middle, his arms immediately going around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he can. Persephone’s hands rest against his broad chest and she leans her face closer to his as he bends his neck down slightly. She feels his breath wash over her face, cushioned lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the moment of the muscle that is puckered against her head for a few minutes.

Harry puckers his lips against her forehead a few more times before leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of her nose. She scrunches her nose up cutely at the tickling sensation and Harry chuckles at how adorable she looked, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“How did yeh sleep m’love?” He asks her, cupping her left cheek with his right hand. She leans into his palm, kissing it and he smiles at the action, rubbing his thumb under her eye.

“Very well,” She tells him, her fingers playing with the collar of his robe. She slightly opens the top apart to run her hand across his clavicle. Harry’s stomach tightens at the action, his hand moving behind to her hold the back of her neck. “Although, I was not happy when I saw that my husband wasn’t laying beside me,” She slightly pouts, causing him to chuckle.

He leans down to capture her rosy red lips in his, the hairs on his arms immediately raising at the feeling of her lips on his. The connection of their lips was felt throughout his body, electrifying and shocking every nerve. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the moment with his wife. Her arms latch around his neck, pulling him down even closer, harshly pressing her lips to his. Their lips move in sync and at the same rushed pace. Persephone bites down on her husband’s bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him as he tightly grips her hips with his large hands.

They let go after a few moments and breath across each other’s face. Harry’s hands run up and down her sides before grabbing her hips and squeezing them before pulling her close again.

“’M sorry, my angel,” He apologizes, giving another quick peck to her lips. “‘ve got a job t’do don’t I?”

“Mhm,” She hums, grabbing his collar to pull him down and latch her lips against his in another chaste kiss. She was addicted to the feeling of his lips on hers as was he. “As do I, but I wanted to spend time with my handsome man before I had to leave.” She mutters against his lips. 

Harry sticks out his bottom lip into a pout and Persephone chuckles, kissing it. “D’yeh have t’go today?” She nods, running her fingers through his brown locks. “Can’t yeh just miss a day?” He asks.

She shakes her head and he sighs, “If I don’t go, how will the plants grow? People need them for food, Harry. Or they might end up here.” She gives him a stern look and Harry grumbles, pulling her to his chest. She rests her head into the crook of his neck, pecking it a few times while he runs his hands up and down her back.

There are days where Persephone has to leave the Underworld because after all, she is the goddess of spring and vegetation. Just because she lives in the Underworld with her husband, it doesn’t mean her role above the Earth’s ground was over. It was her job to grow plants in the season.

Harry lets out a dramatic sigh, “Alright but…” He slides his hand down to her bum, grabbing each cheek with both hands and she gasps in surprise, nuzzling her nose into his neck even closer, “Can we at least spend some time together befo’ yeh leave,” He whispers hotly in her ear, biting down on her earlobe and squeezing her bum harder. She moans against his neck, tugging at his hair. 

No matter how many times they do this, he always takes her by surprise. She’s still his innocent girl. She still shies away at sex or when he mentions it. She’ll still blush whenever he finishes eating her out with her arousal on his face or when she has his cock in her mouth. But Harry loved it. He loves how red she gets and how she doesn’t meet his eyes when she finishes wiping her face after sucking him off.

“Yes, yes, yes,” She throws her head back when he starts kissing her neck, giving him more access to suck on her skin. He bites down on the skin beneath her ear, running his tongue over the soar spot before giving it a kiss. He does it a few more times on other places on her neck before she stops him, worried that her companions might see.

Harry growls, pulling her back by the waist and stares down at her breasts that are pushed up from her dress. He squeezes them harshly, emitting a loud moan from his goddess. His nose nuzzles between the area of her breasts, his hands moving up to her sleeves that rest just below her shoulders. He pushes down the sleeves more, revealing more of her cleavage; her skin looking as smooth as silk. He pushes down the front of the dress off her upper chest, releasing both of her breasts. His green eyes darken in lust at the sight, his lips immediately latching on to her hardened pink nipple. He bites down on the peaked bud, causing her to let another loud moan and her hands involuntarily move up to his hair, tugging at it harshly. His hands move down to her arse, giving it another hard squeeze, surely leaving marks. 

He swirls his tongue around her pink nipple a few times before kissing and biting at it. Persephone’s legs shake at his actions, shutting her eyes in pleasure while he moves on to her other breast. She feels one of his hands move to the front of the body, cupping her crotch and rubbing her through her gown. 

“H-Harry,” Persephone calls.

“Hm,” He hums, spitting down onto her sternum and watching his saliva slide down the bone. 

“Don’t wanna do it here,” She gasps when he pinches her nipple between his forefinger and thumb harshly. “Please.” She begs him. “Someone might come!” She says, watching him wrap his left arm around her torso and tugging her dress up to run his hand over the skin over her legs. 

“The only one whose goin’ t’come is yeh,” He whispers hotly against her lips before kissing her hungrily. Harry pushes his tongue against Persephone’s lips and she opens her mouth to grant access. Their tongues touch, swirling in motion. She bites down on his bottom lip while she trails her hands down the front of his body to his groin, squeezing it. Harry groans, kissing her roughly while he grabs her hair at the back of her head.

“Let’s go upstairs. Please,” She pleads, tilting her neck to the side as he kisses down her throat. “To the bedchamber.”

Harry growls, complying with her wishes. He moves one arm beneath her back and the other beneath her knee, picking her up off the ground. She squeals in surprise and Harry chuckles, kissing at her lips again as he carries them towards the doors. 

“Open the doors!” Harry commands to his servants who stood on the other side of his throne room. They follow his orders, pulling open the doors, not daring to look at him or Persephone. Her cheeks tint red when she notices her breasts are still hanging out of her dress. She moves her hands from around his neck to try and fix it but Harry stops her. “Don’t worry, darling. They wouldn’ dare to look at yeh ‘cos they know wha’ would happen ‘f they do.” He assures her, giving a hard glare to his servants who look down at the ground.

Persephone grabs his cheek to turn his head towards her again and away from his servants. She presses her lips against his, running her tongue along his lower lip. She tightens her grip around his neck again, unlatching her lips from his and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her towards their bedchamber. She sucks on the skin beneath his ear, leaving her marks. 

When they reach their bedchamber, the servants who stood on either side of their door immediately open them without looking. Harry carries her towards the bed, gently laying her down from the foot of the large bed. They hold eye contact with each other the whole time, their eyes filled with lust and love for each other. 

Harry roughly and hungrily presses his lips against Persephone’s while he tugs the sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing more of her chest. Her hands move to the front of his black robe, untying the small knot and pulling the cloth apart. She runs her hands down his strong, tan chest. Her hands push his robe of his shoulders and it immediately reveals his bare body. She scratches at the back of his shoulders as he tries to tug her dress off from the top.

He grunts in frustration when the gown gets stuck at the waist and she chuckles at his annoyance. He’s hunched over her body, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he looks down at her with challenging eyes, a smirk on his bruised lips.

“’S this yeh’re favorite dress darlin’?” He asks her and Persephone looks at him in confusion, shaking her head no. “So yeh wouldn’ mind ‘f I did this?” And before she can even reply, he rips the front of the dress, the gemstones falling off the fabric and onto the floor with a clatter. The rest of the dress is pulled off of her legs and onto the ground without a care. She gasps at him in surprise, getting ready to scold him but before she could say anything, she feels him pulling her down by the ankles to the edge of the bed. 

She leans her weight on her elbows that rest on the mattress, watching him kiss inside her thighs. He pulls her legs over his shoulder as he kisses her inner thighs. He moans at the sight of her dripping pink core, ready to devour her sweet taste. 

Persephone’s chest heaves up and down as she gulped, her body shaking and her legs starting to quiver around Harry’s face. Harry dips his head down to attach his mouth to her clit and she instantly whines, throwing her head back as Harry kisses her cunt. He closes his eyes in a bliss, groaning against her heat, sticking his tongue into her wet hole, almost making her scream as her hands pull at his hair because he was driving her mad with his tongue that she loved so much. She was a screaming mess as Harry devoured her, fucking his tongue into her at a fast pace while he rubs at her clit. Her legs tighten around his head as they cross each other at his back but Harry didn’t mind. He pumps his fingers in and out her entrance, replacing it with his tongue, repeating the process. He moans against her, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to arch her back and let out pleasurable moans that causes Harry to become more aroused, his leaking cock slapping against his abdomen.

“’M so close,” Persephone whines, pulling at his hair again that emits another groan from Harry. 

“Come on my tongue, my love, c’mon,” He tells her, tongue still deep inside her, swirling, flicking, and thrusting while he still rubs her clit with his fingers. She whimpers, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other tugs at her hair. She throws head back in pleasure as she approaches her orgasm, moaning loudly. Her hips thrust up into his mouth, screaming his name while he sucks up her juices. Her head falls back onto her mattress as she sighs in contentment, her body relaxing.

She feels her husband’s body climb on top of her, pinning her back down beneath his body. She opens her eyes to see him staring down at her with a smirk on his lips, his hair falling over his forehead, eyes two shades darker from their normal color filled with lust. She moves her hand up to push his hair off his sweaty forehead. 

She giggles, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him, tasting herself on him as she sucks on his lower lip. He holds her waist, squeezing it when she bites down on his bottom lip.

“How was it?” He asks her, laughing when she hides her face in his neck with red tinting her cheeks. 

She nods her head, not saying a word and Harry smiles, knowing she doesn’t want to say it out loud. “C’mon, I dunno wha’ yeh mean, darlin’” He teases, kissing the side of her face while he runs his hands through her hair. “Did yeh like it?” She nods. “Did yeh like m’tongue fuckin’ yeh’re cunt?” 

Persephone gasps at his vulgar words, pulling her head back to look at him with pink cheeks, hitting his chest. “Shut up.”

Harry laughs, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her nose. He stares into her eyes with adoration, his love for her being indescribable. He didn’t know how he could explain how much he cared about his girl. She was the most precious person to him and he still couldn’t believe that they were married together. He snaps out of his trance when he feels her hand on his cock, running over the head. He groans, digging his face into her neck and biting at her neck.

“Want yeh on yeh’re knees darlin’“ He whispers in her ear and she nods, letting go of his cock to get on her knees. 

Persephone obliges to his command and got on all fours, hands pressed against the mattress as her knees dug into the cushion. Harry narrows his eyes at her when she slightly wiggle her hips, wondering why she’s teasing him. He grabs both of her arse cheeks in his hand, sitting on his knees behind her. He pulls her hips back more, the head of his cock knocking against her entrance causing her to moan in desperation. He holds his thick girth in his hand, running the head up and down her folds with his pre-cum leaking from the top. 

He pulls her cheeks apart as he pushes himself deeply into her tight cunt, making her moan loudly and shut her eyes. Harry groans loudly at the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his cock. He doesn’t move yet, making Persephone impatient and causes her to push her arse back, making him sink all the way into her as she arches her back. Harry digs his fingers into his hips, bruising her skin with his fingers but her not minding at all.

Her body jolts forward when he pulls out all the way before thrusting back into her in one quick motion, instantly hitting a spot inside of her that causes her to scream out loud. He fucks into her slowly, putting his hand on the middle of her back and pushing her chest flat to the bed as her arse sticks up at the perfect angle. He bucks his hips forward, moving her arse back to slap against his bottom half as he grunts in pleasure and hears her moans. 

“S’good, my love. Feel s’good around my cock” Harry moans, grabbing her arse again and fucking into her sharply. The sound of their flesh slapping together rapidly and the bed hitting the wall bounced across the walls of their bedchamber and Persephone was so sure their servants can hear from outside the door. 

“Harry,” She moans, his pace becoming faster. 

“C’mon, love. Help me out here hm,” He says, lifting her up so she could hold herself up with her hands, her head hanging low between her shoulders. She complies to his wishes, slamming backwards as he thrusts forward. He pulls her cheeks up apart to stare at where they connect, his cock pulling back before slamming back in each time. 

He slows down, swiveling his hips, going deeper each time before pounding harder, making her gasp and moan loudly, her hands clenching the sheets in her fists. He takes a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pulls her head back, her body arching as they both pant loudly. Harry brings his face down to hers, his body hunching over hers as he kisses her ear, his hand coming from behind to turn her face to his and kiss her. He sticks his tongue into her mouth, allowing it to glide across hers. He growls, slowing his hips as he releases her lips. 

He sighs deeply through his nose, moving back to grab her wrists and pull her body backwards so her back was to his chest and her head laid back on his shoulder. Persephone swallows thickly, looking into her husband’s dark green eyes, still not use to each time he fucks her in different positions.

She lifts left hand and holds the back of his neck. “I love you so much,” She whispers against his lips, kissing him again as he pushed himself back in. His left hand gripping her waist to keep her in place as the other palms and squeezes her breast. He grunts into her mouth, moaning louder as he continues to snap his hips up and fuck her her. 

“Like it? Hm?” He asks and she nods, moaning as she brings her hand up to squeeze her other breast as he thrusts into her deep and hard at a fast pace. She mewls, kissing at his neck, licking the salty skin from his sweat. 

“I-I’m gonna…gonna come,” She whimpers, feeling a spark in her lower abdomen. 

Before she knew it, he turns her over and pushes her down to the mattress, placing his chest against hers and slamming back into her as soon as he can. Her breasts press against his chest and she felt like she was losing her breath from his hips connecting with hers, thrusting into her far too fast. Harry presses his forehead against hers, both of them breathing on each other’s faces. Persephone keeps her eyes closed as Harry’s slowly start to droop. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back as her lips part to whimper his name. 

Harry places his hand his hands underneath her, on her arse, and pounds harder, causing a small tear to escape her eye. He kisses it away, puckering his lips against her skin a few more times. Persephone could feel him deep in her stomach and she moans loudly when he hits her spot again. 

“Like that yeah? Can feel me in yeh’re stomach hm?” He says, licking his bottom lip. 

Persephone nods, not having the strength to mutter any words when he’s thrusting into her hard. The grip on her arse becomes harder, his cock pushing deeper. She claws on his back, surely to leave marks and she could’ve sworn that he was bleeding.

“Yeh close?” He asks and she nods again, swallowing thickly. He leans his head to her breasts, kissing her sternum. He spits on each of her breasts, biting, sucking and swirling his skillful tongue against her pink nub. 

Persephone brings one of her hands between them to rub at her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. She tugs at his hair again, pushing his face against her cleavage, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her chest. 

“Wanna go on top,” She mutters breathlessly, not even sure if he heard her but to her surprise, he does and flips them both over, growling, so she could take control. 

“C’mon then,” Harry says, staring at his beautiful wife who is sat on top of him. Her chest and face red, skin glistening of sweat but still glowing like always. He grabs her hips, lifting her up so she can grab his cock, leveling it to her entrance but not before sliding it against her folds, making Harry roll his eyes back in pleasure. She sinks down on to him, balancing herself on him by placing both of her hands on his muscular chest. Harry thrusts up into her as she bounces down onto him. 

He grunts, enjoying the sound of loud desperate moans as she fucks him into a bliss. Harry’s eyes close as his orgasm approaches, hands squeezing her arse roughly. Persephone gasps when his hand starts rubbing at her clit again, helping her approach her orgasm quicker. She moans loudly when she feels herself come around his cock, clenching her walls around him as her juices slide down. 

“Fuck,” Harry groans loudly in pleasure. “Tha’s it. Jus’ like tha’, my angel.” He praises, dragging out another groan when he releases his cum deep insider her as her arousal washes over him. He lets go of her arse, letting his arms fall beside him on the mattress, calming his breathing as she does the same. The both of them panting loudly and coming off their high. He opens his eyes to look at her, seeing her body almost fall back from how weak and tired she felt but he quickly catches her with his arm. 

Harry chuckles, moving her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as he leans up. “Yeh okay there darlin? Wore yeh out didn’ I? Hm?” He says, kissing her lips. 

“Don’t feel like going anymore,” She tells him, wincing when he pulls out of her heat slowly. He watches their arousal drip down her inner thighs and his cock covered in her wetness. 

He chuckles, pulling her down to lie beside him, stroking her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder. She kisses his shoulder, resting her hands against his sweaty chest as her thigh hooks over waist. He leans down to kiss her forehead, lips pressing there for five or six seconds.

“Told yeh not t’go but yeh said yeh had to,” He says innocently. 

Persephone rolls her eyes, enjoying a few more moments in her husband’s arms before she had to leave. 

“I love yeh too, by the way,” he tells her, remembering when she said it to him earlier when he was fucking her with his chest against her back. Persephone grins, kissing his chest again.


I’ll see y’all in hell lmao. I’ve never written so filthy before. Please let me know what you think. Requests are open as well so don’t hesitate to send them in :) Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading xx M 

James Potter is going grey

In honour of the grey hair I found on my head today.

Also here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12391871/1/Going-Grey


When James finally starts going grey, you would have thought the entire bloody world had caught on fire.

It’s Sirius who spots it first, the one shining silver strand in the mass of black hair on James’ head. They’re trooping in, brooms over their shoulders, mud on their quidditch boots, and James has Harry wrapped up under his arm, rubbing his head while Harry laughs at James’ insistence that “You can’t slag off your old man. I would have kicked your arse back in the day.”

“Yeah,” Harry yells, elbowing his father in the side, “back in the day.” Sirius barks a laugh, claps Harry on the back, “Nice one, kid.” James shoots him a glare and he shoves James’ shoulder, “Tough break, mate. Though your kid kicking your arse goes nicely with that grey hair you’ve got there. Very fitting.”

When Lily finds them a few minutes later, Harry is doubled over, barely breathing with laughter, and James and Sirius are nothing more than a tangle of limbs on the now excruciatingly muddy kitchen floor. She pulls out her wand, twirls it deftly between her fingers, calmly threatens to hex them within an inch of their lives if they don’t get up right now and clean the floor.

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whoops, my hand slipped and here is a much more fic-like set of bullet points that i don’t have to heart to actually turn into a fic. part of a trilogy it seems.

one | two | three (THIS ONE!) | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

  • something to know about michelle: she’s very good at keeping secrets
  • once, when she was eight years old, her older brother broke the brand new watch his parents had gotten him for christmas. he begged her not to tell anyone, most especially their parents or her four year old sister who would undoubtedly tattle to their parents. she never spoke a word of it to anyone and helped him fix it as best they could so that her parents never found out.
  • then, when she was eleven, she had the biggest crush on this one girl in her class, layla. and one day, one of her best friends alex told her that he had a crush on layla. so she never spoke a word of her crush, nor of alex’s, to anyone. that is, until one day alex and layla walked around the playground at lunch time holding hands and told everyone they were now dating.
  • and then after she moved to new york, spent the year trying to find a place for herself, and then finally found and joined academic decathlon, she met peter parker and liz allan. and she knew immediately that peter parker liked liz. he always stared at her during practice and smiled at her whenever she glanced at him. she heard him talking about her at lunch. everyone knew that peter had a crush on liz. but one day after practice, she was in the bathroom stall when liz and her friend betty walked into the restoom, chatting.
  • “oh my goodness I can’t believe you have a crush on that freshman.” betty scoffed. “really liz, like half the junior class is in love with you and you’ve got heart eyes for the scrawny kid from, what is it, queens?”
  • “he’s really sweet!” liz laughed. “I think he’s really cute. he’s always nice to me. can’t I like someone who also likes me? is that really a crime?”
  • “of course not.” betty sighed. “I’m just saying. he’s a freshman, you’re a junior. in two years, you’ll be going to college and he will still be here. do you really want that?”
  • “I don’t know.” liz replied, pausing for a while before michelle heard the sink start to run water. “peter is really sweet and smart. i’d like to see what could happen.”
  • “fine, fine.” betty laughs. “but don’t wait for that boy to ask you out because he seems shocked every time you even look his way.” they both laugh and with that, walk out of the bathroom.
  • michelle never spoke of that incident to anyone either. so, she’s good at keeping quiet when she needs to be. which is why she never tells peter that she knows. knows that he spends his time stopping bank robberies, muggings, and helping old ladies cross the street. knows that he saved her friends in washington dc. knows that he’s the reason liz’s dad went to prison and she had to move to oregon. she doesn’t tell anyone this. not even peter.

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This Feels So Wrong (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Kissing, Crying

Part One Part Three

Originally posted by sddonald22

The next day at school, as you walked through the halls to your locker with your head faced to the floor, you tried to ignore everyone’s gaze. You could feel people’s stares glued onto you, sure to be judging the thick bandage wrapped around your arm and the exhausted look in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how your classmates found out you were on the ferry that was all over the news, but you didn’t want to know. 

You made it to your locker without locking eyes with anyone, and you let out a nervous breath of air when you opened your locker door. You cradled one arm against your middle, pain piercing through it every time you moved. With your other hand, you took out the books you needed for your upcoming classes, and shut the locker with your elbow.

You turned around, ready to start the day so it would soon be over, only to almost smack into a Peter Parker with a clearly worried expression on his face. “(Y/N),” he said frantically, looking you up and down. You slouched slightly. You didn’t want his eyes on you in this way. “Are you okay?”

He looked up at you and frowned when he saw your face. You knew how you looked with your red and swollen eyes, and your tear-stained cheeks. You didn’t have the strength to put any effort in your appearance today. You were too tired from the prior day’s events and from staying at the hospital until late when a doctor finally finished treating your arm.

You let out a small deprecating laugh in response to Peter’s question, and he frowned deeper. You knew he hated seeing you like this. “Stupid question, sorry,” he murmured, and you felt bad for treating him this way. He didn’t do anything to you.

“Sorry,” you shook your head, looking away. “I’m just- tired. That’s all.”

When you looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and him biting his lip, you knew that he knew which definition of ‘tired’ you were talking about. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he sighed, and you wondered how many more times either of you would apologize in the next few minutes. He took a step towards you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him but making sure to not touch your injured arm. You let out a shaky breath of air as you leaned your head on his shoulder, putting your other arm around him. 

You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, stroking your hair lightly. You let him hold you, let him comfort you after you experienced something that you were sure would haunt you forever. 

You pulled back before you could get teary-eyed, and you avoided his gaze as he pulled away too. You moved your arm back to your side, but you felt his hands stay on you. Both rested in the small space where your shoulders and neck connected, and you felt his thumbs rub soft circles on your skin. You felt yourself relax, your cheeks reddening at the feeling of his hands on you. 

“Why don’t you come over after school? We could just relax and watch some movies, maybe take your mind off of everything that’s happened,” he proposed, his eyebrows quirking upwards on his forehead.

The look on his face was one you couldn’t deny, so you said, “Yeah, sure.” 

He smiled at you, happy to hear you say it, and he kept his hands on you.

You suddenly remembered the words you sobbed as you held onto the ferry for your life, and your blooming smile disappeared. 

‘I love you, Peter.’

You shook your head, taking a step back, his hands falling to his sides. He tilted his head at you curiously, and you thought you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes as well. 

“Let’s get to class,” you muttered to him, sidestepping him and beginning to walk. You felt his presence catch up next you, and you could still feel eyes on you, but you forced yourself not to care. Just like you forced yourself not to care that Peter wasn’t on the ferry to hear you say those words to him himself.


The first words Michelle said to you when you got to lunch were, “So there’s a rumor that Spiderman saved you yesterday.”

You had just sat down, plopping your bag down onto the ground next to you and placing your tray in front of you. You slouched lightly, your one arm tired due to the other being out of commission. 

MJ,” Peter scolded quietly, looking at her with wide eyes. Even Ned looked at her with a shocked expression.

But you simply laughed softly, trying to keep the air around you light. “Uh, where’d you hear that?”

She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s been going around. Is it true?”

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your cheeks from growing red. You could feel Peter’s stare on you, and Ned’s and Michelle’s as well. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s true,” you stumbled over your words, and Ned’s face turned almost comical while Michelle’s stayed bored.

“Really,” Ned said breathily, and he took a glance at Peter. You looked over at your best friend to see him staring down at his tray and fiddling with his fingers. You wondered why he was acting so strange.

“Yeah,” you said slowly, looking back at Ned. Michelle stared at you closely, a slight squint to her eyes. You could tell that she knew you were hiding something.

“What else,” she said, but didn’t phrase it as a question.

You sighed. You moved your gaze back down to your tray, not wanting to see anyone’s immediate reaction to what you were about to say. “He, uh. He kinda kissed me.”

The sound of Ned choking was what made you lift your head. Water dripped down his chin and the water bottle in his hand was being crushed by his tight grip. “Sorry,” he coughed, trying to get the water out of his lungs. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Peter, again. 

Michelle looked at you, and although she may have looked the same to anyone who didn’t know her, you could tell she was surprised by your words. “He kissed you,” she deadpanned, and you nodded. She hummed, and then asked, “How was it?”

Ned began to cough again, pounding his chest with his fist. “I’m so sorry,” he said. His wide eyes were still on Peter, and you looked over at the peculiarly quiet boy. His fists were clenched on his lap as he stared back at Ned with a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher. 

And as you contemplated the question, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk about this in front of your best friend. In front of the best friend who was also the love of your life.

“Um,” you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “It was…good.”

You heard Ned breathe heavily through his nose. You didn’t bother looking over at him again, because you knew what you’d see. But instead, you found yourself looking to Peter when he finally spoke. “Good?”

Michelle turned to him too, intrigued. 

“I mean,” his eyes widened, looking among the three of you. “Only good? You’d imagine a superhero would be, I don’t know, better than good at kissing.”

He let out a nervous laugh, and you furrowed your eyebrows. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you spoke your next words. “I guess it was better than good,” you said quietly, and Michelle knew what she was doing as she said, “What was that?”

“Fine, fine!” You burst out, making both Peter and Ned jump in their seats, but Michelle stayed put, leaning on her hand and smirking at you. “He was a great kisser, is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes,” she said and turned to her bag to pull out a book, and when she opened it and began to read, you stared at her with astonished eyes. You glanced over at Peter to see how he reacted to your words, and you were confused when you saw him with a clenched jaw and very red cheeks. You looked over at Ned, and he was staring at Peter with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head at him. “Why the smile, Ned?”

He snapped his head towards you, smile dropping off his face. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times before he actually spoke. “What? Nothing, no reason, no. Why? Uh, so what did it feel like when you were on the ferry?”

You looked at him, shocked at the question. “Um,” you said, shaking your head lightly, almost like you were trying to get the memories out of your head.

“Ned,” Peter finally spoke up, chastising his friend at the insensitive question. You kept your head down, choosing to open your lunch to eat instead of answering the question.

Your table was silent for the rest of the lunch period.


When you arrived at Peter’s apartment later in the day, Aunt May answered the door. She instantly stepped forward to hug you, squeezing you tightly, almost to reassure her that you were alive and okay, in her arms.

You understood that she was probably scared. You were close to May, and she was practically a second mother to you. 

You couldn’t help but suck in a quick breath of air when she pressed against the cut on your arm, and she pulled back immediately to see a grimace of pain on your face. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, bringing your other arm up to cradle your injured one.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she said, bringing a hand up to softly rest on your cheek for a few moments. You simply smiled in response, and you noticed the wetness of her eyes when she moved to the side to let you in. “Uh, Peter’s in his room.”

“Okay,” you said softly. You walked into the apartment and towards Peter’s door before turning around and looking at May to see her wiping at her cheeks. “Thank you, May.”

She nodded, and you hoped she understood the full extent of what you meant by it.

You knocked on Peter’s door lightly before entering, and you saw him sitting on his bed, looking through a stack of movie cases. “Hey,” you said as you entered. He looked up, smiling, but his face grew more solemn as he noticed the way you were holding your arm.

“Hey, come sit,” he patted the spot beside him with his hand, and you gently sat down next to him. “What do you wanna watch?”

“The usual?” You asked softly, and you found yourself feeling so uncertain of everything. You had never felt this way before, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what happened yesterday.

“Okay,” Peter nodded, looking at you and smiling reassuringly. Almost as if he could tell something was wrong. He stood up and slid the movie into the player, and came to sit next to you again after pressing his play. You felt yourself leaning against his shoulder as the movie started, and he let you stay there.

“I still can’t believe you let me pick Tangled every time we have a movie night,” you whispered halfway through the movie, finding yourself smiling. He chuckled from next to you, resting his head on top of where yours was on his shoulder.

“Anything for you,” he said jokingly, but you could tell he was serious.

You felt your smile widen, and you hoped he couldn’t see it in the darkness. 

The two of you watched the rest of the movie in silence, and the two of you didn’t burst into song like you did every other time. You thought that Peter knew you were too tired for something so– so happy. 

When the movie ended, you sat up and immediately missed the feeling of his head leaning against yours and your arms touching. “It’s getting late, so I should probably get going,” you said, turning to him after getting up and turning the light in the room on. 

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed a nervous expression on his face. “Um, I need to tell you something.”

His nerves transferred onto you, and you waited in silence as he got up from the bed to stand across from you. You titled your head at him, not knowing what to expect. “What’s wrong, Peter?”

“It was me,” he said quickly, and the wide eyes of his that came after made it seem like he didn’t mean to say the words.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What was you?”

He took a deep breath. “It was me who kissed you.”

The silence around you was deafening after the words were spoken. You looked at him, confused. You knew what he was implying, but– no, it was impossible. 

“I think I would’ve remembered you kissing me, Peter,” you laughed nervously, taking the smallest step backwards. You knew he noticed when you saw him lean forward slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said slowly, his voice sounding so smooth that it almost served as a distraction from what he said next. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but– I’m Spiderman.”

You stared at him after he spoke the words, and you didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t believe that your best friend, the boy you loved, was a superhero. The superhero who saved you, and then kissed you. You wouldn’t believe it.

“Stop joking, Peter,” you shook your head. “This isn’t funny.”

He sighed, walking over to his closet and pulling out a buried piece of clothing. He turned back around to face you, and he watched as your eyes widened as you looked at the red suit. 

“I’m not joking,” he said.

You shook your head. “How do I know that that isn’t just for dress up?”

He sighed again before pressing down on the web shooters. String-like material shot out and stuck to the wall behind you. It was just like the one from the ferry.

“What in the world,” you whispered as you stared at it. Peter heard you and took a step forward, but you whipped your head towards him, making him stop.

“You’re Spiderman,” you said, and saying the words out loud made you realize how betrayed you felt.

“Yes,” Peter nodded, gauging for your reaction. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but-”

“You kissed me,” you realized now, that when you imagined that it was your best friend you were kissing, it was actually him whose lips were pressed to yours. 

“Yes,” Peter replied, sounding more desperate now. “And-”

“Why would you do that?” You whispered, finally looking up at him. You looked up in time to see the heartbreak clear on his face. “That’s not- I didn’t even know it was you, Peter!”

“I know, but-” The desperation crashed into his features, but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“Peter, that’s not okay! Oh my god,” you lifted both of your hands up to press to your forehead in disbelief, and you winced at the pain in your arm. You tried to ignore it.

“Your arm, (Y/N),” Peter interrupted, moving towards you, but you moved one hand to hold out in front of you, stopping him.

“I didn’t know it was you, Peter,” you stressed to him, looking at him with glossy eyes. Another realization struck, and you gasped, dropping your hands to your sides. “Did you hear me?”

He looked confused, but you weren’t sure if it was just an act. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Hear you?”

“What did you hear me say, Peter?” You needed to know if he knew. 

“I-I heard you screaming,” his voice shook as he spoke. “I heard you screaming for help. You were screaming for me,” your heart nearly stopped at the words, but you let out a breath of relief when he said, “For Spiderman.”

You took another step back from him, shaking your head. “You shouldn’t have kissed me, Peter,” the sadness on his face was so visible, but yet again, the sadness on yours must have been twice as much. “This- this feels so wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you let out a small sob, feeling too overwhelmed as a tear fell down your cheek. 

Too much had happened in so little time for you to just be okay.

You saw Peter’s head snap up from where it had moved to face the ground. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and wet eyes that were almost too much to bear. “What do you mean? Wasn’t how what was supposed to happen?”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. You looked at him as you wiped your face on your sleeves. The pain in your arm had almost become numb now; the situation at hand had become much more painful to your emotions than anything physical. 

“You were supposed to kiss me when I knew it was you,” you were crying openly now, and you didn’t care. You needed to let it all out at some point, and you figured now was the time. “It was supposed to be a perfect moment when it happened. I was supposed to tell you that I love you, and then you would kiss me, and it’d be perfect. But now,” you dropped your head to face the floor, letting your tears fall onto the carpet below you.

“You love me?” Peter’s voice cracked, and you didn’t want to see his face, knowing it would break your heart even more. “(Y/N)-”

“Don’t, Peter,” you stopped him. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. It didn’t matter now. “You betrayed me,” you looked up at him, needing to gain enough strength to say the words to his face. But instead, it only knocked you down further. His cheeks were red and stained with tears, and he looked at you with such a desperate expression that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I was vulnerable when you kissed me. It wasn’t fair of you to do that.”

“I know that now,” he cried, and took a step forward. You didn’t stop him this time. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you repeated quietly, and it was mostly to yourself. “You should’ve told me who you were.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, crying so hard that his eyes were barely open. But then again, you could barely see him through the ongoing tears that were escaping your eyes either. “(Y/N), what can I do? I’m sorry, I know I should have told you. But I was trying to protect you, and I was- I was so scared, and- and-”

“That doesn’t give you an excuse!” You yelled, one fist clenching. You didn’t want to wake May up, but it was inevitable at this point. This was becoming much too chaotic to stay quiet. “Forget it,” you turned around to face the door. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait,” he quickly walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder, but you whipped around. His hand fell back to his side. “(Y/N), please. I lo-”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupted him. “Don’t say it,” your voice cracked. “Yesterday was the worst day of my life. And you just- you kissed me when it was happening like it didn’t even matter.”

“But it did matter,” Peter tried to intervene, and he didn’t bother trying to wipe up the mess that was his face right now.

“You would have taken off your mask completely if it had mattered,” was the only thing you said before turning around, opening the door, and walking out of the apartment.

You tried to ignore the last sob you heard from Peter’s room before you slammed the door, and you tried to ignore the breaking you could feel in your heart as you walked back home.

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Reunion

- Where Harry and Anne reunite after 6 years. 

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio


Harry didn’t sleep the night before their departure.

In fact, Harry could barely sit still for the past three days from all the anxiousness inside of him. He was already packed—already had everything he needed right beside the front door—yet he still couldn’ stop fidgeting.t

It was three in the morning when Harry decided to have a makeshift date inside their apartment. Their flight was planned to leave at 7, which ultimately lead them to spend the whole night awake due to Harry’s inevitable excitement.

They were hungry and Harry needed to do something proper for Y/n, especially after everything she had done for him. But he had already done so much for her within the past two weeks that she almost didn’t let him spend so much time making them a second dinner. 

But he just wouldn’t take no for an answer and she ultimately didn’t mind. It was quite entertaining watching him cook in quick movements, occasionally laughing at the television set as Friends played quietly in the corner. It was rare for them to have quality moments like this, and although they are together for hours every day, the spontaneous aspects of their relationship died down the more they worked.

Harry had also decorated the kitchen as much as he could. With a few spare candles, a couple supermarket flowers, a bottle of cheap wine, and the small hum of from his thrifted radio—he was really setting an ambiance that made Y/n flustered.

Harry clicks off the television and turns down the lights before turning around to look at Y/n, who’s resting her cheek in her hand as she watches him in such an admirable way that Harry’s heart jumps in his chest.

The light of the candles illuminates her body in a way that almost makes her look so pure, where parts of her remain a silhouette while the rest of her glows in reflection. He feels his palms begin to sweat and feels that familiar tug in his heart when he watches her blink at him in nothing short of falling in love all over again.

He finds it humorous, really—just how much his body reacts to her after all this time.

“You’re looking gorgeous, you know.”

Even in the dim room does he notice her cheeks blush with pink. She hums softly, swiftly lifting her head from her hand and making her way from the chair to waltz over to where he’s leaning against the counter.

She snakes her arms around his waist, underneath the fabric of the apron that’s still tied to his neck before resting her chin upon his chest. Her hands rub up and down his bare back while his hands claim their territory on her waist.

“And you,” she smirks, her hands now roaming to his abdomen and resting upon the ferns inked perfectly on this skin, “you look as beautiful and handsome as ever.”

He sighs in amusement before bending down some to press a kiss upon her lips. It’s quite rough and lustful, however, it’s nothing less than passionate.

Y/n’s hands are relentless along his body and Harry knows it’s because they never have the time to have a proper date. And although what he’d set up in the kitchen isn’t practically proper, it’s the most they can make from the circumstances and Y/n can’t appreciate it enough.

“Keep touching me like that and we’ll be missing our little date.” He chuckles against her lips, “And you’ll be covered in marks when you see my mom again. Know you wouldn’t like that.”

“Wouldn’t.” She shakes her head softly, “Not asking for anything more, just—“ she sighs, her arms now slinging over his shoulders with her fingers intertwined behind his neck in hopes of somehow moving him closer than he already is, “just wanna love on you a bit.”

Her forehead is pressed to his collarbone with her eyes closed, just embracing every last bit of him. No matter how they live, they always manage to make the most out of the very little they have and she knows she wouldn’t be so content if she was living so shitty without him.

He rocks her back and forth gently between his arms, knowing very well that he’s been blessed with something much more than her love. And as much as he wants to express it, there are days he never gets the chance to, so it’s times like these he’s able to make up for all his missing affection.

“Would love to stay like this all night, love, but we have two hours until we have to make our way to the airport and I’d really love it if we enjoy our last dinner alone for the next month.”


“I can’t believe this is really happening.” He whispers, his hand tugging back the roots of his hair as they finally settle into their designated seats.

As much as Harry prepared for this moment, there was really nothing that could have prevented him from becoming so overwhelmed. He could feel the excitement burry in his bones, so much so his entire body feels as if it’s clenching as a way to relieve it.

In only four hours he’ll be in his hometown of Holmes Chapel, and in nearly five hours he’ll be right back at home, snuggled on the couch with his mum and girlfriend watching a stupid romantic comedy him and Anne always watched when he was a kid. He’s been waiting too goddamn long to live that moment and no it’s only five hours away.

Y/n giggles when his hands run down his cheeks with an open mouthed smile. She’s highly amused by how shocked he still is, despite the fact that he had a decent amount of time to wrap his head around the situation. She thinks it’s the damn cutest thing and she wants that smile on him forever; he’s never looked prettier.

“Well, you better believe it because it’s definitely happening. Just a plane ride away from being right where you need to be right now.”

He smiles softly at her before reaching over to press her against him. The armrest in their way of getting closer but neither of them seem to mind as she leans over to kiss his lips gently.

“Work so hard, you deserve this.”

“My sweets.” He mumbles against her lips, his eyes kept closed as he rests his mouth against the corner of her lips, his arms held tightly around her as he embraces the feeling of her against him—a feeling of which he could never grow tired of. “You’re my everything, you know. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Can’t thank you enough.”

“Hm” she hums graciously, shuffling to find room to scoot her body closer to his.

Her cheeks heat up at his words and the way his hands caress her body in the most delicate way possible. Her entire world is held right up against her and she’s never been more grateful to have sacrificed so much of her time for him. He deserves so much more than what he has and not a part of her doubts that for a second.

Her mouth grazes his t-shirt covered shoulder with a smile on her lips.

“You’ve thanked me enough, know you have.”

His hand makes its way to her cheek, pinching the skin softly between the pads of his fingers while her head moves from his shoulder up so that she can look at him.

“Thanked me a lot.” She chuckles.

Harry smirks, his eyes gleaming between a mix of lust and adoration as he remembers it all. Long, long passionate and lustful nights spent between their sheets, soaking each other in and Harry giving her quite literally all he had. Since spending money was no option, making love to her was the most valuable thing he could provide her with to show just how thankful he was. And even though he wanted to give her more—like a diamond ring to finalize their future or a dozen of roses every day until the departure—his love was really all he had and hearing her in pure euphoria made up for all the guilt in his chest.

Y/n didn’t want more, though. Having him was enough—spending forever with him and being there for him was really all she needed. The material didn’t matter; they were just details that weren’t needed when it came to their relationship. She knew how thankful he was—the endless tears and the constant affection showed her just how appreciative he was and she didn’t want it any other way.

His lips press to hers again, only briefly, before he rests his head back against the seat. He really doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky—how he ever deserved somebody like her in his life. She’s his beacon of hope in the midst of his failed and miserable life, and really the only thing that keeps him going through the continuous rough patches.

She’s his absolute everything, and he knows he’d be nothing without her.

“Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done. Could never love you enough.” He whispers, his fingers reaching out to where her hand is placed on the armrest between them. “Don’t know how I can be without you for three weeks. Not going to get used to it, haven’t been without you for over six years now.”

Y/n’s thought about that, too. She just doesn’t know how to be on her own. There hasn’t been a night she hasn’t fallen asleep next to him and a morning she hasn’t woken up beside him, and she’s not so sure how she’ll cope with him being away for so long.

He’s succumbed every part of her life to the point where he has become her life. Outside of their apartment is nothing but obligations and dead end opportunities, whereas at home—with Harry—there’s everything she’s ever needed. She’s been with him for so long that she genuinely doesn’t know how to be away from him. And although it does sadden her, knowing that Harry will be back in his childhood home is enough to overcome the sorrow in her heart. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

She closes her eyes softly as she places her head on his shoulder, making sure to run over thumb over the palm of his hand as she does so. She rubs her cheek against his skin while she lets out a quiet yawn, finding comfort against his body as her body slowly turns to rest.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, sweetums.” She yawns again, “Nothing’s going to be better than a month back at home. Your inner little mummy’s boy is going to go crazy.”

Harry and Y/n both chuckle at her words, both fully aware that even though they won’t be together for a while, Anne is very much well worth it.

Y/n begins to doze off against his shoulder, which Harry would normally find captivatingly endearing and would normally take it upon himself to admire her as she does so—like he always does back at their home—but staying in his seat is almost too much steadiness for his adrenaline can handle. Despite the very little to no sleep Harry has gotten the past two days, there isn’t a single part of his body that isn’t awake and jumping in anticipation for what the next four hours could bring him.

“Next stop, Holmes Chapel.”


“Holy fuck! This is it, Y/n! This is where I used to work!” Harry smiles broadly, quite nearly jumping in his seat as he points to the little town bakery he’s never shut up about.

Y/n is completely mesmerized by it all. Even though the ride from the airport to his house was no less than forty minutes, she has already seen so much of what shaped Harry into the man he is now. Between the bakery, the schools he attended, and where his favorite memories have taken place, it’s as if Y/n is witnessing the life Harry had before her.

Everything Harry has ever talked about is coming to life right before her, and her eyes water at the sight. Although Harry and Y/n have been together for a little over a year before they decided to move away, she has never visited his home town.

It wasn’t that they were necessarily that far from each other, it was just that Y/n grew up much less fortunate than Harry (and he wasn’t very fortunate, to begin with). Her parents were only ever around at night since they worked all throughout the day. Y/n didn’t have a car—or much of anything, really—so Harry visiting her was really the only option they had when it came to seeing each other.

Despite the slight travel it took for them to be together, when they were together, they were together for a while. Whether it was long weekends or even an entire week, their entire relationship was really only built in the confines of her shared studio apartment. It was enough for them, though, at the time.

So between that year spent primarily in Y/n’s hometown, she had only ever had the chance of seeing Anne whenever she had dropped Harry off or picked Harry up. Sure, their parents had met for a small dinner and Anne did visit a couple of other times, but it was nothing how this planned week was going to be with her. Even Y/n is more excited than she expected to be.

“It’s beautiful, Harry. All of this is beautiful, I can’t wait to properly meet your mum.”

“Oh, me too!” He beams. “You have no idea, Y/n! I just know you are going to be acting like best friends by the end of the week! She already loves you so much and she’s going to love you more after this!”

Harry spends the rest of the car ride talking to Y/n about his life back in Cheshire. He talks about the holidays he spent with his family, all the friends he’s made from school and all the local shops, and even talks about what it’s like at home. She finds him repeating himself an awful lot, as if his brain is operating hyperactively but Y/n doesn’t mind a bit. He carries such a love for his childhood that Y/n envies greatly, and his passion when it comes to his family and friends made her heart swell in an entirely different way.  

It’s when the taxi finally turns into his neighborhood does Harry really start to jitter. His legs keep bouncing, his hands keep moving his hair around, his breathing turns harsh, and the words he tries to speak keep stuttering from his mouth.

“We’re here!”

Before the taxi has the time to come to a complete stop at his driveway, Harry is already swinging the door open and nearly throwing himself onto the concrete. Y/n barely has time to follow after him as he begins to run to where Anne is standing by the front door.

“Mumma!”

“Harry!” Anne breathes out, tears already falling freely from her eyes as she begins to meet him halfway.

Harry’s body crashes with hers, his arms wildly moving around Anne’s back as he squeezes her against him. This is the first time he’s felt her in so long that the feeling of her holding him again mixed with her familiar scent—vanilla and cinnamon spice—is like all of Harry’s fondest memories coming back to him.

His mum is here, holding him, kissing his face like she’s never seen it before, sobbing into his shoulder with words he hasn’t heard her speak in years. The reality of it is hitting him so hard, it’s like the world around him disappears into absolute nothingness and his head begins to feel light, almost as if he feels he’s not really existing in this moment but God, he is. He really is.

He’s hysterical, cradling his mum’s head against his chest the way she did to him when he was a child. The tears from his eyes are falling upon her head and her tears are soaking through his t-shirt but neither of them care—neither of them feel it—because the only thing they feel is the overwhelming relief washing over their worries of never seeing each other again.

“Mumma!” He sobs again, his arms practically refusing to let her go, “I m—missed you so m—much, mum. I can’t—I can’t—“

“I know baby, I know.” She weeps. “I missed you so much, my darling.”


It took them twenty minutes before they decided it was time to let go from one another. Tears were still welled up in their eyes and their cheeks were stained from the fallen ones, and even through the blurry sight from the wetness does Anne notice how much Harry has changed throughout the years.

She remembers him being so much more frail, and the stable on his chin showed no sign of being before he moved. His hair is much shorter now than ever before and she has never seen her son so handsome in her entire life.

“You’ve grown up so much!” She exclaims, her hands pressing against his cheeks as she beams up at him. “Look at you, Harry! You’re such a man. You’re the man I always imagined you being and I am so proud of you.”

But I’m a failure he thinks. He’s done absolutely nothing but fail her and it’s something he’ll never be able to forgive himself for. He was her last chance of hope and he completely blew it. For her to stand in front of him and to look him in the eye and genuinely be so proud of him, Harry will never understand.

He shakes his head, though, refusing to let his negative thoughts get to him for the remainder of the trip. This is such a special time for him and he refuses to beat himself up—especially here, especially when he’s with his mum.

Instead, he diverts his attention to the woman in front of him. She’s his rock, his provider through all he’s been through, and the woman that gave him his life. He hadn’t seen her in six years and now that she is here, he notices how she’s still just as beautiful and lovely she looks—how he always remembered her being.

“But you, mum! You haven’t aged a bit! You still look not a day over thirty, I hope to God I get your genes; would be an utter blessing.”

Y/n watches fondly as Harry and Anne make up all the lost time, their nonstop giggles and soft murmurs the only things to be heard on this quiet part of town.

She smiles softly when she sees them hug for what must have been the tenth time since their arrival. It’s truly a wonderful sight to see and Y/n finds it especially heartwarming. She knew Harry has always been a mummy’s boy, but she never got to witness it firsthand, so watching the way Harry treats her—as if she truly is a delicacy—is really something else.

Y/n carefully carries her and Harry’s suitcases from the driveway to the front door, careful to not be too loud or noticeable to interrupt their reunion. She knows they wouldn’t care if she did, however, but she doesn’t want to break them from their trances.

“And Y/n!” Anne nearly screams when she sees Y/n walking in the corner of her eye.

There’s a gasp behind her words as her hands reach up to cup her mouth. The woman who captivated Harry’s heart and made all of this possible is standing right before her, eyes wide with a wide grin on her face.

She’s as beautiful as ever, with her face all natural and her hair swaying perfectly in the wind. Anne has seen Y/n plenty of times through Skype calls but they’ve never done her justice. She’s as close to perfection Anne has ever imagined and she starts to cry again as she stares at the love of Harry’s life.

Anne instantly wraps her arms around Y/n, who quickly drops the baggage she was holding to properly greet her back.

“You’re so beautiful! So much more beautiful than I remember!”

Anne pushes her away softly to get a better look into her eyes, which are gleaming with nothing but love and admiration. Anne clicks her tongue with a smile, her thumbs rubbing against Y/n’s cheek as she begins to speak.

“Thank you so much for everything that you’ve done for us. This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you, my dear. And even though my Harry isn’t with me anymore, I am more than blessed to know he’s spending his life with somebody like you.”

Y/n lays her hands on top of where Anne has claimed hers against Y/n’s cheeks, almost as if to hold them in some type of appreciation or reassurance.

It’s calming to know that Anne doesn’t have any type of resentment toward her. Y/n has always felt like an intruder in Harry’s life, or a thief who’s taken him away from his family. Although that’s nowhere near the case, she always did have a fear that Anne would hold some tension with her.

Harry always reassured her that that’s something she never had to worry about, however, it was quite inevitable. But hearing Anne’s words in the sincerity that she spoke, all of the worries and doubts completely washed away.

“I would do anything for your son and I would do anything for his family. He is all I have, along with you, and I always put you guys first. I love him and I knew this was what he needed. I’m more than happy to have done this—for the both of you.”

Y/n leans in to hold her once again, for she has done nothing but bring positivity and love to both her and Harry throughout all the years. She deserves this as much as Harry does—if not more—and she won’t hesitate to keep her as happy as she makes them.

It isn’t long before Anne announces that she’s cooked lunch, which is waiting to be eaten upon the kitchen counter. She even grabs the suitcases before running back inside the house to finish setting the table.

“Not a real home cooked meal without a set table.” She’d always say.

Y/n and Harry are alone again. They’re standing on the patio, watching from the outside looking in on Anne moving in quick movements to make sure everything’s set in place. They giggle at her, admiring her from afar and embracing this undeniably beautiful feeling.

Y/n sighs contently before she makes the first move to go to where Anne is serving the food in the kitchen, but before she has time to even get her foot through the door, Harry’s got a hold on her wrist. He pulls her into him, where Y/n huffs from the unexpected collision of their chests.

“What are you—oh!“

His lips swallow the words she was previously speaking, his hand pushing her head right up against his so that her lips move deeper into his. He’s savoring the taste and embracing the feeling of her kisses, properly this time now that he’s not full of adrenaline.

“I fucking love you.” Harry growls when his lips are free from hers.

His fingers rake the hair from her scalp down to where the ends rest against her back, his eyes staring into her glossed ones as he keeps her close to him.

“What would I ever do without you, my love?”

Protective Barnes

Originally posted by buchanan-barnes

Pairing: Protective!Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 541
Warning: none. Just some cute fluff.

Summary: Reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to pick up some things and meets Bucky, her new boyfriend.

I wrote another short one-shot because this idea popped into my head when I saw that gif above and the scene from Gossip Girl. Thanks Carter!


It’s been one month since [Y/N] threw her ex onto the streets of New York City and she was very glad that she did that. There were some guys who were a thousand times better than this asshole she called her boyfriend one month ago.

She was just sitting on the couch in her living room and read one of her favorite books when [Y/N] heard someone unlocking the door. Confused, she looked up from the pages as Ryan stumbled into the room.

“Oh…I had hoped you wouldn’t be…hi” he mumbled and scratched his neck. Sighing, [Y/N] buried her hands in her hair before she looked up again “What do you want here, Ryan?”

“I wanted to pick up the last things of me. My sweats and…the coffee machine. You’re alone?” Ryan put down the carton in his hands when Bucky came out of the bathroom. He was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and looked at her ex-boyfriend “No…she’s with me”

“Ryan, this is Bucky. My boyfriend” [Y/N] smiled as he leaned over the backrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She took his metal hand and stroke with her thumb over the backside of it.

Both saw how Ryan tensed up and his jaw clenched while he was looking at Bucky “Shall I…go or do you want to…?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you” [Y/N] grinned sweetly and jumped from the couch. Swiftly she walked to her bedroom and left Ryan alone with Bucky, who was staring at him. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and looked much bigger and more dangerous now. Ryan tried to avoid his gaze when James turned away and walked into the open kitchen to pour himself a coffee. Slowly, he took a sip from his cup and looked at Ryan “So…I have to thank you, Ryan. Because you were such an ass, I have the honour to love and date this wonderful woman” he winked “but still I would like to give you a lecture in how to treat a woman. Sadly I promised [Y/N] that I wouldn’t kill you so you’re save.”

Before Ryan could say something, [Y/N] came back and threw Ryan’s sweats to him “There you are. Now please leave.” she smiled and went to Bucky, who was sitting next to the counter and raised an eyebrow “You can buy yourself a new coffee machine. We’ll take care of yours”

“Oh and you can leave the keys here. Bucky needs them more than you” [Y/N] nodded to the keys that he was holding in his hands. Muttering he threw them on the couch and left while slamming the door shot.

“You’re so hot when you’re protective” [Y/N] turned her head towards Bucky who put his cup down. He smiled and turned to her so she was standing between his legs while he was sitting on the bar stool. Grinning, James pulled her closer “Well, that’s my job. I will always look after my best girl” She smiled, kissed him softly on his plump lips and wrapped her arms around his neck before he broke the kiss and mumbled “I love you so much, doll”

“Same, Sergeant, same” she grinned and kissed him again.


Finished. I hope you liked it! Leave me some ideas for other one-shots in my ask box or just say hello

Let’s Blow this Popsicle Stand.

Title: Let’s blow this popsicle stand.

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Author: Gráinne x

Pairing: Harry Hook x fem!Reader

Request: Harry hook where reader is Evie’s older sister but polar opposites to Evie and only realizes she loves Harry once she is in Auradon with the core four and when they come back for Mal and she tells Harry and he denies it at first but eventually gives in and admits he has always loved her. Bonus points if he can come to Auradon and they end up together sorry if this is a lot and too specific but I hope it gives you your inspiration

A/N: I loved this and can’t thank the Anon enough for sending me this because my lacking of writing lately is just bad. However, I go so into what I was writing I wanted to break this one into two parts because I feel like I could give the characters so much more. Personally I named the reader as Evelyn but for this case it’s written as Y/N. Also for anyone wondering why there’s Y/N/N it’s your nickname. Enjoy, let me know your thoughts for Part 2? 
All my Love G xx ❤️


Y/N leant against the nearest post as the scene before her unfolded. Maleficent just showed up and scared everyone back into their scramy stinking holes they called home.

“Stealing candy, Mal?”
“It’s from a baby” Mal smirked
“Ahhh that’s my nasty little girl” screeched Maleficent.

 Y/N rolled her eyes, she really did not want to be there. Y/N daughter of the Evil Queen and older sister to Evie was not like her younger one she preferred to stay out of sight, stealing, threatening, sometimes the odd tormenting in the dark vast of the shadows. Y/N zoned out as Maleficent rattled on about her glory days of cursing kingdoms and what not, it wasn’t until she mentioned Auradon that Y/N snapped back to attention.

“What did you say bout Auradon?”
“Keep up Y/N/N, we’re going to Auradon prep” Evie cheered
“The hell I am, I am not going to school with a bunch of prissy pink princesses and their airhead princes” Y/N stomped

Evie reached out to touch her older sister in attempt to calm her
“Y/N/N”
“Y/N, Evie my name is Y/N if you could actually get the full name out that’d be great” 
Evie retracted her arm quickly as Y/N bit out her snark comment.
“Sorry, it’s just how often do we get a chance like this?”
“I have to go, I need to go see H-a-a… someone” Y/N turned on her heel and walked off.

“Ah ah Y/N you’ll be joining us back at the house” Maleficent jeered
Y/N stopped, grinding her teeth as she turned to face Maleficent.
“When I feel like joining you I will but until then I have someone I need to say goodbye to seeing as I don’t have any say in the matter on whether I get to go or not” Y/N sneered and stalked off.

Y/N rested her forehead against the cool bricks trying to reign in her temper, she lifted her fist and tapped the wall to a beat counting down. She really did not need to be in a foul mood when she spoke to Harry. 
Hearing the crashing waves and the smell of the salty sea as she neared the pipe cleared her head and gave her the courage she needed to go see him.


He wasn’t hard to find, stood up on the main deck training new recruits for Uma. Uma of course was exactly where she always was, head of the ship. Y/N stood at the end of the dock watching as Harry swung at one of the recruits knocking them off guard as they forgot about his hook, bellowing out his oh so famous line “I’ll hook ye”

 “Cheater” Y/N called out smirking as Harry spun round to greet her
“Scoundrel” he bit back
“Pirate” she teased
“Ariel”
Y/N looked on in confusion as Harry made his way towards her
“That’s not an insult?”
“No, but if ya were Ariel then we’d be mermaid for each other”
“Corny” she laughed.

Harry stood beside Y/N now as she faced the ocean. Harry gazed at Y/N reaching up to touch her midnight blue hair

“Whots wrong Y/N/N?”
“Why do you say somethings wrong?” Y/N turned and faced Harry but what a wrong move that was. She met his fierce blue eyes and dropped her head in sigh.
“ivetogotoauradonandidonthaveachoice” she whispered
“Sorry love speak up abit” tilting her chin up with his hook
Y/N glanced at Harry, closed her eyes and spoke again “I have to go to Auradon and I don’t have a choice”

Harry dropped his hand that was holding the hook under Y/N’s chin. He was stunned.
“Always a choice love”
“Not this time Harry, we’ve a chance of freeing everyone from this hole those rotten do gooders dropped us in”
“An if I ask ye not to go.. would ya stay?”
Y/N glanced over at Harry tears falling slowly

“You of all people should know what’s like to try live up to a parental legacy”
“Please Harry don’t make me choose”
“I wont love, do what ye need ta do. I’ll be here” Harry grabbed Y/N in a bone crushing hug as they said their goodbye.

 
Harry won’t admit it when Uma asks him later but yes he did cry when he hugged Y/N, they grew up together, they’ve been best friends and will always be best friends no matter how far away she goes.

 
“Y/N/N love, ye got ta go” Harry pushes Y/N away from him
“I know. I’m going to miss you Harry Hook” Y/N sniffs wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Aye ditto love” Harry wipes the stray tear that runs down her cheek, gently caressing her cheek in the moment.
“Harry” Y/N whispers, leaning into his touch
“Sorry, right yes… umm I’ll walk ye bck” Harry pulls his hand away quickly.

Harry turns towards Uma “Back soon Cap”
He faces Y/N and grasps her hand pulling her back towards the pipe.
“Bye Y/N/N, see you another time.” Uma calls out.
Y/N glances over her shoulder waving goodbye to the few friends she knew.
“Not likely” she whispers.

Harry held onto Y/N’s hand the entire walk back to Maleficent’s house. This wasn’t going to happen again might as well make the most of it.
Y/N stopped short a few feet from the house, pulling Harry to a stop too.
“Harry..”
“Don’t. Don’t say it. I cant let ye go if ye do” Harry looked away almost ashamed to be showing such weakness.
“Just take this an don’t forget lil ole me kay?” Harry placed one of his many rings in her hand and closed it tightly.
“Harry.. I can’t” Y/N glanced up at Harry as he contemplated saying more.

Instead Harry pulled his hand away from Y/N, but as she grasped for Harry he was already striding off, gone with the wind.

Y/N fell back against the wall and slide down, she opened her hand to reveal the ring, she stared at it until the tears clouded it from her view. “I love you” she whispered slipping the ring onto her finger. Y/N stood from her position whipping the tears away and strode into Maleficent’s house, ready to blow Auradon from its popsicle stand.

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100 Reasons Why I Love You – Theo Imagine

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Theo imagine where you are his gf and you always had been there for him, supporting him, defending him, and he never understood why you are still with him after everything he had done. And one night he asks you why love him and you give him like a hundredreason why you love him? i just need something fluff and cute w theo!!

Word Count: 1,293

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no descriptions. one curse word, and FLUFF!!!!!

Author’s Note: Feedback is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Y/N sighed in contentment as she snuggled closer to Theo in their shared bed. He had his arms loosely wrapped around her figure, which she found a bit odd. He always held her tight against him, with the intentions of never letting her go and holding on to her for every second possible. Wanting for his affection, she buried her face at the crook of his neck, but got no reaction from him. In fact he was tense. Something was bothering him and she didn’t know how to approach it. Theo had never been good at talking about his feelings.

She slowly and carefully started tracing random shapes on his chest as she peppered his neck with small kisses. “Babe?” Theo hummed in response. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sighed deeply.

She looked up and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Liar.”

Theo just gave her a small smile, which surprised her even more. She expected him to chuckle, maybe even defend himself, but he didn’t. She knew this was serious.

She gently pulled his chin down, making him look at her. “Talk to me, babe,” she said softly.

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I like you

Originally posted by spderman

pairings: peter parker x reader.

warnings: none, just a major fluff.

a/n: this is my very first time writing about peter, so you’ll have to excuse me for any mistakes I made on his portrayal. either way, I hope you enjoy it!

word count:664


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TEENAGE RUNAWAYS [SIRIUS BLACK]

request: “Hiiii I was wondering if you could a Sirius Black!reader fluff along the lines of number 9 on your prompt list? If not it’s no problem! Love your blog ❤’ — by anon

a/n: thank you! 💖

9. "For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.”

Masterlist + Request here!

     Sirius Black has been hoping to see Y/N as he carefully climbs the steps towards the Owlery, where just as he suspected, a girl with y/h/c colored hair was petting a grey owl, a parchment clutched inside her free hand while he heard her draw out a heavy sigh. Up close, he could see that her eyebrows were furrowed and that her lips were pursed, in obvious distress for a reason he was yet to know.

     She suddenly turned her head sideways when Sirius accidentally stepped on a twig, and a smile made its way to her features as if she wasn’t just frowning a second ago.

     "For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.“ said Sirius, casually approaching her with a similar curved mouth on his face.

     Y/N chuckled to herself. "Well, what can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

      Sirius opened his arms and she sighed, accepting his offer. She wrapped her own arms around his torso and buried her head on his chest, inhaling the scent of him that calmed her nerves. It seemed like just by the sight of him, anything could turn happier in an instant. He was indeed living up to his name and acting as a star in Y/N’s life that was full of darkness.

     He gently pressed a kiss on her head. “What are you doing here? You didn’t even bother to eat breakfast and it’s the last day of school.”

     She pulled away and brought out the letter that she was holding. “I was actually about to send this to my mum. It’s about me not going home anymore — ever.”

     He widened his eyes. “What?”

     "I can’t take it anymore, Sirius.“ said Y/N with an exasperated frown. "She’s like your mother too, you know. She doesn’t even care about me, to be completely honest. Last summer was hell and all she did was call me names, scold me for not being like her, telling me how I’ve been a complete disgrace, and that I didn’t even deserve to bear their name!”

    Sirius frowned, “But where will you go?”

    “To my Aunt Tess for the meanwhile. She understands me and she was actually pleased when I told her. Told me that she ran away herself when she was at my age.”

     "Wow.“ said Sirius. "You really have everything planned out, do you?”

     She smirked. “Not that much but compared to your scandalous fleet, it is more organized and impressive.”

     He chuckled, leaning down and attaching his lips onto hers. Y/N smiled against the kiss, placing a hand on his cheek before affectionately stroking it as she pulls him closer, much to Sirius’ pleasure and amusement. They broke free after a few more seconds of getting lost in each other’s worlds, Y/N’s smile wider than before.

     "Maybe when we’re older, we could live together.“ she whispered, quite shy for proposing the idea.

     "Are you sure you want to live with a bloke like me?” asked Sirius with a goofy smirk.

     She rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around his waist once again. “Wouldn’t imagine myself with someone else more like.”

    Sirius’ smirk faded and suddenly he was looking at her differently. Y/N was afraid that maybe she has gone too far and that he wasn’t really ready to hear those kind of words coming from her yet; but then a grin was back on his face once again, his hand reaching out to the strands of hair on her face, pushing it lightly away to get a good look at her eyes.

    “I could never agree more, love. I mean, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re too young, I’d propose to you right now.” said Sirius, wiggling his brows in a teasing manner.

    Y/N slapped his chest playfully. “What makes you think I want to marry you?”

     "Other than what I just heard about you not seeing yourself with someone else?“ he teased further more. "Well, let’s face it, you’re crazy for me.”

     "Of course, I am.“ she laughed, stepping backwards from their embrace to walk towards her owl.

     Sirius laughed as well and followed after her, hugging Y/N from behind instead. He watched as she tied the letter to the owl’s leg before giving it a soft pat, the owl hooting and launching itself out of the owlery. Y/N placed her hand over his, leaning on Sirius while the boy tightened his hold.

     "Sirius?” she called.

     He breathed in the fragrance of her hair. “Yes?”

     "If we do get married and you know, have kids …“ trailed Y/N. "Promise me we’ll be better parents than our own. I wouldn’t want my daughter feeling this way because of me.” she murmured the last part so quietly that if they weren’t so close, he wouldn’t have the chance to hear what she just said.

     "I promise, darling.“ Sirius kissed her temple. "We’ll be the best and the coolest, most understanding parents in the world.”

     They both laughed to themselves, enjoying each other’s company once more, their eyes still looking out ahead where the owl was now no longer in sight.

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Sexuality Crisis

Magnus had never been attracted to boys before, only girls. He could appreciate the aesthetic of them, but never before had he wanted to date one. He was as straight as a rod-always had been, and always will be.

So it wasn’t gay of him to think Alex was cute. She was cute on both her female days and male days. It wasn’t gay at all.

Right?

Or: Magnus has a crisis over whether liking Alex is gay or not and everyone else is facepalming at him.

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Magnus was straight.

Sure, he had that period of time where he had questioned his sexuality after learning that heterosexuality wasn’t the only one, but everyone went through that. And by the time it was over, he had decided that he was nothing other than straight. The thought of being anything else never crossed his mind again.

But just because Magnus was straight didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the aesthetic of other guys from time to time. He wasn’t blind, he could tell whether people were attractive or not. And sometimes, those guys were pretty nice to look at for a moment or two longer than necessary. But he never once felt the desire to do anything romantic with them, because he wasn’t attracted to guys. It was as simple as that.

“See something ya like?”

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Father’s Day

Dean wakes up when he hears the bedroom door open and finds a short figure peering round the corner. He smiles at his daughter and she runs in to Dean’s side of the bed and climbs up. 

“Happy Father’s Day, daddy!” she whispers, wrapping her arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you, Em.” Dean replies and pulls Emma towards him. When Dean looks back up, Claire is at the door looking somewhat awkward with two cups in her hands.

Dean looks over his shoulder to where Cas is unsurprisingly dead to the world. “Your papa’s still asleep, but if that’s coffee, I’m sure it won’t be long until he’s awake. You can come sit on the bed, Claire, it’s okay.” 

Claire smiled and set Dean’s coffee on his nightstand before sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed with Cas’ coffee in her hands. She took a tentative sip and Dean chuckled.

“Dean? What time is it? Do you have coffee?” The words tumbled sleepily out of Cas’ mouth as he rolled over towards Dean. Dean heard Emma giggle in his arms and saw Claire biting her lip trying not to laugh.

“Your daughters are here… with coffee.” Dean explains. Emma wriggles free from Dean’s arms and crawls over Dean. “Oof!” Dean exclaims as he gets a foot to the ribs. Claire laughs properly this time, keeping the coffee steady in her hands. 

Cas sits up, propping up the pillows behind him and cuddling Emma against his side. Claire hands Cas his coffee and he takes it gratefully, taking a sip and smiling at the warming taste. 

“I love you both,” Castiel says, smiling at them.

“Love you too, papa!” Emma shouts a little loud for that early in the morning but he’d never bash her enthusiasm. “Claire tried to make pancakes but she’s not good at them.” Emma admits, wide-eyed and pouting.

“Emmie!” Claire scolds and when Dean looks up to her she looks a little downtrodden. 

“Emma, be nice, okay. I’m sure Claire tried her best.” Dean tells her. “Claire, shall we go and cook some pancakes? I’ll show you how.” Dean asks Claire and she nods, smile returning to her face. 

Dean feels a hand on his and Castiel’s fingers loop within his own and he flashes him a sweet smile. 

“Happy Father’s Day, Cas,” Dean leans over to his husband and presses a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t miss Emma’s exclamation of grossness but ignores it.

“And to you too, Dean.” 

Untitled Avengers Fic

(because I hear there was some sort of sportsball thing today, have a really bad idea.  Or at least the start of one.   It’s copperbadge fault. )

Steve stared up at the jumbotron. “I hate this,” he said.

“What, the KissCam?” Nat said, barely sparing it a glance. She had her arms folded on the railing on the edge of the box, and her attention was down on the field. “It’s harmless.”

Steve’s mouth thinned out. “It seems like crowd pressure to make people do something that they wouldn’t usually do in public,” he said. “It’s not right.”

“It’s tacky and stupid and embarrassing,” Rhodey agreed from Nat’s other side. “Which means it’s really popular, Cap.”

“Most popular things are at least one of those three,” Tony said. He was staring down at his phone, his thumbs flicking against the surface so fast that they were almost invisible. “The really popular ones are all three.” He waved a hand. “And the crowd must be distracted for the three minutes when play is stopped.”

“Otherwise, they are likely to turn on each other,” Nat agreed, a smile curling her lips.

“It’s not right,” Steve said, crossing his arms over his chest. The camera focused in on a girl and boy, and she blushed bright red, hiding her face behind her hands, and then, when it was clear that they weren’t going to move on, she leaned over and planted a kiss on the boy’s cheek. To general laughter, the camera moved on.

“Your general hatred of bullies is noted,” Nat said, her eyes dancing.

“It’s not right,” Steve said.

“I think we need to distract him with food,” Rhodey said.

“We could, but we sent Sam and Clint out for snacks, and that’s why we’re still hungry,” Nat said.

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