red cladding

Stealing Sweaters

If I didn’t have twelve hundred ideas for longer fics already this would be one. So instead it shall have to be a snippet of what it could be, with invisible beginnings and ends you’ll have to imagine for yourselves.

(Also posted on AO3)


Harry frowned. He was certain he had left it hanging over the end of his bed. He knelt down and looked under the bed just in case but there was nothing, not even dust bunnies thanks to the diligent house elves.

“Neville, have you seen my hoodie? The red one I was wearing yesterday?” Harry asked.

“He’s down in the common room,” Neville said, not bothering to look up from his little windowsill garden.

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion, “What?”

“Malfoy’s down in the common room,” Neville said absently. He glanced up at Harry’s prolonged silence and shrugged, “Who else would take it?”

“Thanks,” Harry said hurriedly, heading out of the room and down the hallway to the common room.

Sure enough, there was a red-clad figure laying on one of the couches by the fire. He was slumped down so his neck was at an awkward angle he’d come to regret later, hood pulled up and hiding most of his ridiculous blond hair, sleeves pulled down over his fingers. He had a book balanced on his chest about three inches from his face. Harry rather suspected that Draco was in dire need of a pair of reading glasses but would rather die than admit it.

Harry walked over, stopping in front of the couch to demand, “Give it back.”

“No,” Draco said flatly turning a page and squinting at the tiny type.

Harry sighed and scrubbed his hand through his hair, “Come on, all the rest are being washed.”

“I know,” Draco said smugly.

“You’re the worst, why are you like this?” Harry groaned.

Draco twitched an eyebrow up, “Have you met my father?”

Harry frowned and grabbed the bottom of the hoodie Draco was wearing.

“What are you doing!” Draco sputtered, his book falling on his chest as he grabbed Harry’s wrists, pushing back down.

“Taking. my. hoodie. back,” Harry said through gritted teeth.

He pushed up harder and Draco pulled down. The book slid to the floor with a thump. Harry climbed onto the couch, a knee between Draco’s legs. The hoodie along with Draco’s shirt rode up his chest as they struggled. Draco raised his free foot and braced it on Harry’s shoulder to shove him back and Harry furiously leant against it. Until Draco’s foot slipped and Harry tumbled onto Draco in a heap that left them both breathless.

“Fuck,” Draco groaned, “Are you made of lead, Potter?”

Harry tried not to laugh, he really did, but Draco’s pouty frown pushed him over the edge and he started laughing so hard he had to hold onto the couch to keep from falling off.

Draco rather unsuccessfully fought down a smile, “Arsehole.”

Sitting at a small table nearby Ron groaned, “Merlin, they’re doing it again.”

Hermione smiled fondly, her chin propped on her hand, “I think it’s cute.”

“This is torture. I’m going to the library,” Ron said, shoving his parchment in his bag, “They don’t even realise, how do they not realise?”

“I’ll come with you,” Hermione smiled, twirling her wand and sending all her books and parchments neatly into her bag, “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

“And then they’ll be worse!” Ron grabbed his bag, “You know they will be!”

Hermione smiled and took Ron’s arm, “You’ll be fine, I promise.”


Part 1 (you are here) ~ Part 2  ~  Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6  ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8  ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10 ~

I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx
Request: Yes!
What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know!
Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned)
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff


“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?”
“Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?”
“Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea”
You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with.
“Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in.
“I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest.
You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules.
“Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate”
“Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.”
You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s.
“She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”.
You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long.
“Queen of hearts daughter?”
“With Lonnie”
You rolled your eyes and sighed
“Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless”
“With Jay and Carlos”
“Leah Gothel?”
“Staying with Jane”
“Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?”
“She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”.
You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily.
“I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms”
“ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules”
You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret.
“Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up  "What did you say his name is again?“
“Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm.
‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door.
“This is going to end badly,” you said flatly.
‘You’ve already said that"
“Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”.
He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t.
“Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”.
Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool.
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway.
He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other.
“I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?”
“GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm.
“Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”.
Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you.
“Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away.
“Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves”
“Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone”
“I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly.
“Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying.
“I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.”
You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook”
“Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess”
You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! IT’S 3AM”
The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible.
“I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum.
You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion.
“TURN IT OFF”
“Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet.
“Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands.
“You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!”
Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl.
“I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces”
“Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”.
You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed.
“You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed.
“Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep”
With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished.
“You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent  differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes.
“I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction.
He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about.
“I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you.
“Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him.
“They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour.
“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT! THEY’RE ALL LEFT SHOES! THERE ARE NO FULL PAIRS”
Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight.
“Now was that really necessary Princess?”
“I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot.
You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless.
“Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking.
“It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated.
“Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”.
The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway.
‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you.
“Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan.
“Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth.
“You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”        

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields.
“What do you mean?”
“I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air
Ben gave you a stern look.
“Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!”
“That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles.
“See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him”
You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop
“Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other.
“Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly.
“Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell are ye holding?”
“Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.”
The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep.
“I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N.  I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin.
“Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis”
“Y/N! I’m allergic to cats”
“Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied.
Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place.
“Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is”
“I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…”
You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise.
“ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry”
You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“HAROLD FUCKING HOOK!”
“Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…”
“What have you done with him?”
You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance.
“Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating
“That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving.
“I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…”
“I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at.
You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye.
“Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard”
“And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be.
You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up.
“Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent.
As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation.
“I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you.
Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head.
“Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it”
You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you.
“Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding.
“MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?”
“Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!”
“Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled.
“Did you jus…”
“MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence.
Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”
“Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent.
“Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his.
“Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow”  
“Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking.
'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“
At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself
“Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!”
From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success.
“We found him!” You giggled.
“I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with
You pouted.
“I love you” you said, barely above a whisper.
“If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…”
“I wasn’t talking about to the cat”
There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime
“Y/N, your lip’s bleeding”
“How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..”
He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating.
Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little.
“See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you”
“I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him.
“It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry.
He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
“What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously  "You forgot to pick up your prescription”
Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air.
“Daughter of Hercules”
“Son of Hook”
“I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?”
“Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

The Hulk’s Daughter

Originally posted by hamilll

Peter Parker x Reader

The Hulk’s Daughter

Warnings: None?

Author: Morgan

Prompt: What about you being like a new avenger (and working in the lab wit father figure Bruce) and you “meet” the others for the first time at the party

Note: I took some creative liberties here…hope you don’t mind. I’ve been in a super Peter Parker mood lately, so, here ya go. Also, I’m not dead, and I think this will serve as the first of like seven-ish fics in what I call: The Morgan Reniassance.

Being a high school student was tough. Being a high school student and a student intern at the Avengers’ Tower? Tougher yet. And being a superhero on top of it all…you didn’t know how the hell you fit in time for homework, but somehow you managed. Luckily for you, it was spring break now, so you kind of had time to chill and catch up on everything you were falling behind on.

“Hey (Y/N), would you mind passing me the file over there?” Bruce Banner, your kind of sort of father figure asked, motioning across your station to a file detailing the new pieces of tech Tony had whipped up in his free time.

“Yep, no prob.” You slid it down to him. He pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively. You took a long sip from your mug of coffee. You hadn’t even liked it that much, but it was kind of a necessity in the lab.

“So…” Bruce smirked a little bit. “Tony’s throwing a party tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can go…you know, I have like three packets of Algebra homework to catch up on.”

“He’s not going to take that as an excuse and you know it.”

“Ughhhh, I know.”

“I think he wants you to finally meet Spiderman.”

“Wait.” This changed everything. “Spiderman is going to be there?”

“Little crush, huh?”

“W-what? Pfft, no.” Yes. “There is no way I have a crush on Spiderman.” Yes you did. “That’s ridiculous.” No. It really wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. He’s a nice kid.” Bruce removed a gear from the little bot in his hand with a pair of tweezers and then replaced it. “And I heard he has a little bit of a crush on Galactic Girl, if my sources are right.”

“OhmyGodreally?!” Your eyes glowed pink for the shortest second and you nearly fell off of your stool. “I mean, cool. That’s cool. I guess. Maybe I could meet him. Or something.”

“Okay, but if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”

“Okay Dad,” you smirked. He smiled. Dad. A title he never thought he would hold. And yet, here he was with this teenager who had latched onto him. And he couldn’t have been happier.

***

You walked into the party wearing a pink shirt and galaxy leggings. You had put on more makeup than usual, and you were accompanied by Tony and Bruce, one on each arm.

“And this is Wanda and Pietro and you already know Nat.” Tony introduced. “Ladies and Speedy, meet the newbie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda offered her hand. Pietro smirked, Natasha smiled. You were in awe. You had heard so much about these people, and here they were, dressed in street clothes and making small talk.

“And this is Capsicle and his USO girls.” Tony motioned to Captain America himself, who was standing beside Sam and Bucky.

“Ha. Very funny.” Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N).” Steve saluted.

“T-thank you.”

“Don’t pass out.” Bruce muttered.

“I’m trying.” You replied through an awestruck smile. And yet, the more people you were introduced to, the more it became obvious that the reason you were here…wasn’t here yet.

“Spider Boy is on his way.” Tony read a message on his phone, and not even thirty seconds later, the red-clad young super hero was clinging to the window. He peered inside for a few seconds before waving awkwardly. Unlike everyone else, he was wearing his uniform.

He climbed into the penthouse, landing on his feet right in front of Tony.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Stark. There was a robbery and-”

“Relax, kid. You’re fine.” He motioned to his face. “But uh-”

“Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry.” He tugged off the red mask, releasing a head of tousled brown hair and kind brown eyes. God, he was cute. Waaaaay cuter than you had expected him to be. “You uh, must be the new girl.” He thrust his hand forward. “I’m Peter Man. I mean- Spider Parker. I uh,”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You break her heart, I’ll break you,” Bruce warned with a well-meaning chuckle as he and Tony removed themselves from the conversation.

“So uh, your dad is the Hulk, huh?”

“My adoptive dad, yeah.” You laughed. “He’s awesome. Took me in after I got involved with all of this alien shit. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.” You looked over to Bruce, who was standing at the bar with Tony. “And you’re Tony’s…nephew-ish thing, right?”

“You could say that, yeah.” Peter smiled and chuckled. “I’m um, going to get changed. I swear I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to that, bug boy.” You smiled. Peter ran off as Nat walked up to you.

“So, you and Parker, huh?”

“What? I just met him.”

“Remember: I know everything.” She winked.

“Right. Of course. How could I forget?”

“Don’t smart mouth me, young lady.” She gave you a playful shove.

“Yes, ma’am.” You playfully shoved her back as Peter walked back into the room, this time wearing a Bill Nye t-shirt with a flannel and some jeans. Somehow, he was even cuter this way. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She walked away before you could retort.

“Much better.” He grinned. You nodded. There was a patch of silence, and then Tony turned on some very loud, very danceable music. Bruce met your eyes and then tilted his head towards the slowly-assembling makeshift dance floor. Peter seemed to get the hint. “Do uh, do you want to dance?”

“S-sure!” You replied. He held out his hand. You stared at it for a second before slipping yours into it.

***

“So, looks like Parker’s gonna be your son-in-law, huh Brucie?” Nat smirked as she watched you and Peter dance like the dorks you were. It was cute.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I’m glad things worked out.”

“Me too. But if he breaks her heart, I’ll break him in half.” Nat smirked.

“You’ll have to get in line.”

On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Three

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

“You swore you’d never hurt me”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four


“Harry Hook is coming to Auradon.”

You woke up in a cold sweat while the stars were still out and the moon was still shining. You checked the clock sitting beside your bed and sighed. Three o’clock in the morning. You had roughly six hours until Uma, Harry, Gil, and their wharf rats arrived. Great.

Glancing over to make sure Lonnie was still asleep, you silently moved over to the window seat, staring up at the night sky. Sighing, you slid on a pair of shoes and snuck out of the dorm room, following a path engraved in your head. About a week after you first got to Auradon, when you were feeling more than a little homesick, you used a spell taught to you by your father, Dr. Facilier, to find your way up to the roof where you could just barely see some of the ocean.

Sitting down on the blanket you had brought, you stared at the small sliver of ocean visible to you from the high rooftop. It was times like this you couldn’t help but let your mind wander back to Harry. You were still surprised he accepted the offer to come to Auradon, but something told you he only did it because Uma told him to. Some small, dying part of you wished for the reason he accepted to be because of you, but you knew it was a lie. Harry Hook was a lot of things. A liar, a psychopath, murderer, deranged. But, a romantic was not one of them.

You slowly laid back, staring up at the stars. “Second star to the right, and straight on till morning,” You mumbled to yourself before laughing slightly. A certain friend of yours, a hat wearing, hook wielding friend, once told you those directions. Apparently, that was where the Jolly Roger, his father’s ship, once sailed the seas. He talked about visiting the place called Neverland a lot, to see the boy that never grew up. The one that defeated his father.

He never told you, but you could sense the true meaning behind his words. The reason he actually wanted to go to Neverland; to finally defeat Peter Pan, to prove that he was stronger than Captain James Hook.

You couldn’t help but think that whatever insidious plan Uma and her first mate had brewing would prove even more than that.


“Well, isn’t this just a warm welcome?”

You stood in front of Auradon bright and early that morning, glaring out of the corner of your eye at the King as Uma and her lackeys stepped out of the limousine. Fair Godmother and Ben exchanged gleeful glances as the band slowly died down.

“Hey, Guys. I’m King Ben of Auradon and I welcome you to Auradon Prep!” Ben introduced, reaching his hand out to shake the hand of one of the wharf rats’ (Sylvester Smee if memory serves you right). Immediately his hand was knocked aside by the rugged pirate with a glare. “Don’t touch me,” He sneered at the King.

“We do not take that kind of tone here, Young Man!” Fairy Godmother shot back, giving him a stern look.

“Yeah, Keep your mouth shut, Sylvester,” Uma added, giving him a lethal smile. The boy just cowered before slinking back of the very back of the huddle of pirates. You could feel Doug’s relief from where he stood with the band. He didn’t have to deal with showing them around and explaining the classes to the Villains this time. Oh no, that job was stuck with you…

“Come on, Y/N, if anyone knows how to control those pirates it’s you!” Ben had said as you stood in his office, still soaking in the fact he was bringing some of the lowest form of evil into Auradon in the form of a sea witch and her two minions.

You shook your head at the boy stubbornly. “No way, Ben. I’m not getting stuck with that group of rats. Not if you promised me a golden horse.”

“What about a golden minifridge?”

Turns out he didn’t mean golden as in the minifridge was made of gold, rather the minifridge was painted a gold color. You ended up giving it to Evie to keep her special chemicals at the perfect temperature.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice all of the people staring at you expectantly. Your face flushed red as you stared back at Ben. “What did I miss?”


“And here is where you will be attending your remedial goodness classes, taught by Fairy Godmother herself,” You announced, stopping at a set of doors that led to a room you had become very acquainted with.

“What’s remedial goodness?” Gil asked with a curious look.

“You’ll be taught the rights and wrongs. Like no poisoning, killing, or stabbing someone with a hook,” You replied swiftly, not sparing a glance to the pirate clad in red leather that was standing at the back of the group, though you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“No hooking?” Harry whined, slinking over to where you stood. “But that’s my speciality.”

“I thought scaring was your speciality?” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the pirate. He smirked slightly, curling his arm around your shoulders, “Yer talking to a man of many talents, lass.”

You scoffed, pushing the brunet away, “ The girls’ dormitories are that way, the boys’ are that way, just follow the signs. You’ll find your name engraved on a plaque outside of your designated room, all rooms and roommates are final. No switching,” You instructed, motioning to opposite sides of the school. “That’s the end of our tour, if you have any questions feel free to find me or Ben and ask.”

The group of pirates slowly dispersed, leaving just Harry, Uma, and Gil standing in front of you. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “Yes?”

“We aren’t staying in separate dorms. Put us in a dorm together,” Uma demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Your eyebrows shot up. This witch.

“As I clearly stated, all rooms and roommates are final. No switching. The rules state no more than two to a dorm, and girls and guys can’t share dorms,” You stated blandly, not in the mood to deal with the pirates before you.

“Yeah, well, we’re villains. We don’t do rules. You should know that, seeing as you were once one yourself, before you turned your back on evil like the rest of those pansies,” Uma shot back. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, if you want to go against the rules you can gladly return to the Isle, it won’t hurt my feelings at all. Otherwise, shut your lobster trap and get to your dorms.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Harry move to go toward you, only to be stopped by Uma. “Harry, chill.” She muttered, eyes boring into yours coldly before whipping around and walking in the direction of the girls’ dorms.

“You’re messing with the wrong pirates, Lass,” Harry seethed, whipping around and yanking Gil to the boys’ dorms.

“Bye, Y/N!” Gil called out, giving you a happy wave before he disappeared.

Do you think Fairy Godmother would let me graduate a few years early?


“Look at her over there, acting like she’s so much better than us,” Uma growled, watching you angrily from across the courtyard. She slammed her fist on the picnic table, startling the son of Gaston. He shook his head, turning back to building a mashed potato sculpture. But, moments later, a tray was slammed down on the table, demolishing the masterpiece.

“This place is so borin’ I want to hook meself,” The son of Captain Hook grumbled, plopping down beside Gil. 

“My sculpture…” Gil whined slightly, desperately attempting to fix the pile of potatoes.

“It’s like she forgot she was one of us mere months ago,” The sea witch continued, ignoring her two companions. Harry followed her gaze before a low growl left his lips at the sight of the Darling boy obviously flirting with you.

“I’m gonna hook him,” He stated matter-of-factly, standing from his seat. Uma scowled, yanking the brunet pirate back down. “Don’t get distracted,” She gritted out, giving him a stern glare.

“You know what you have to do.”

Harry Hook paused, before giving nod,“Yes, Captain.”

A/N: Soo, whaddya think?

I appreciate you (Peter Parker)

Summary: Movie nights by yourself get interrupted by the one and only, Spider-Man

Warnings: none, very fluffy

Word Count : 928

Originally posted by hollieh

Your Friday nights are usually reserved for some time to yourself as you wind down from the school week. Tonight you intend to binge on all the Star Wars in the spirit of the newest one coming out in your closest budget theater. The plan is to finish the prequels and then start the original trilogy. As the night passes by you finish the prequels and you’re about to start the original movies when you decide to get up and restock on snacks. When you return to your room with an armful of popcorn and other junk-food you see the city’s favorite spandex wearing superhero.

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hidden identities [i]

hidden identities: part ii // part iii

pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader 

word count: 1.4k
warnings: blood mention, violence, swearing, no major sm:h spoilers but it spoils the bank scene.
summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spiderman and getting a little injured.

a/n: hi! this is kinda reader-heavy in the beginning but I’m very very new to this + this is my first imagine so please bear with me here! there’s probably going to be part 2. + I’m probably going to post it maybe? i hope you enjoy!

p.s. reader has invisibility powers also i decided that the reader’s alter-ego is ‘ghost’ but feel free to substitute whatever.

Originally posted by over-et


You sat on a rooftop overlooking Queens. You’d already donned your black outfit and was now transformed into your alter-ego: Ghost. Your costume was simple and didn’t fully hide your face, but did it well enough that you weren’t easily recognizable. Either way, this wasn’t a massive problem as you could turn invisible at will. 

Swinging your legs backwards and forwards, you looked eagerly around to see if there was any trouble. Of course, you didn’t want there to be trouble, but it would certainly make things a little more interesting. 

As everything seemed quiet around you, you let your mind wander to lunch earlier that same day.

“It is with great sadness that I must announce that I’m not going to be able to make it to movie night tonight,” You said, taking a bite of your sandwich and resting your elbows on the table, dramatically making a frown face.

Peter looked at you with a look of disbelief, “You? Missing a movie night? Last time I tried to do that, you acted like I committed a crime!” he scoffed, laughing but didn’t seem to mind it, giving you a smile afterwards.

“Why are you ditching anyway?” Ned asked, taking a bite of his chicken nugget.

“Uh- Well- I-” You hesitated for a moment. You gulped and opened you mouth to speak before you were cut off by the school bell. Saved by the bell, you mumbled a quick goodbye before speed-walking to your next class where neither Ned or Peter were—thankfully—in.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, It hurt you that you couldn’t tell them the real reason you had ditched. You just knew that even if they had supported the idea of you being a superhero, it meant that their safety would be breached.

Admittedly, you hadn’t wanted to skip movie night. However, you knew that criminals don’t exactly stop doing criminal things just so that you could watch a movie or two with your best buds. You couldn’t risk not going out tonight. You had felt it in your bones that something was going to happen tonight, but so far, it seemed your bones were wrong and you wasted a perfectly good night.

You were about to just give up on your ‘bone (rather than gut) feeling’ when you heard a piercing alarm go off from your right. It was a bank. Being robbed. By the Avengers?

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Seeing Red (Harry Hook X Reader)

A/N: This is my first imagine so I hoped you guys like it! Let me know what you think! (P.s - I feel like I got slightly too into this and might have got a little carried away)
Words 2896
Requested: Yes!

Prompt: #10
A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!


You had never really realised how much you hated the word “Princess” until the VK’s arrived from the isle. Sure, before they came, the title had been thrown around to stop you from participating in the sports you wanted, and you had become accustomed to hearing the phrases ‘Princess’ don’t fight", ‘Princess’ don’t swear" or “Princess’ don’t take their anger out on other people” whenever you let the ladylike persona everybody expected from you slip. You weren’t like the rest of the kids in Auradon, your parents Tiana and Naveeen may have been King and Queen, but they had raised you to be down to earth, giving you the normal life you craved now you were at Auradon Prep. Everything you wanted, you used to have to work for. That’s how it was and that’s how you liked it, there was no way you were going to be the snotty spoilt stereotype of a princess. You were far too feisty to simply sit on a thrown , quietly ignoring all that was going on in the world, so your heart hurt when the only classes you were allowed to take at Auradon were Sewing and Embroidery, Royal Etiquette and a whole host of other obnoxiously regal subjects. It really wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you protested “peacefully” to take chemistry and fencing lessons like the rest of the kids. It was safe to say you had always disliked the word princess but you never realised it could be used as an insult until the children of the villains arrived.

“Have any of you guys seen Harry?” You asked, pulling a chair beside Uma and Gil in the cafeteria. You had become unlikely friends with the pirates since they got there, despite what the other AK’s thought about them.
“No, actually. We were about to ask you the same thing” Uma said, setting down her sandwich and turning towards you.
You gave her a puzzled look. The first mate was never far away from his Captain so it was alarming that none of you could place where the red cladded pirate had gone.
“Is it just me or has he been disappearing a lot lately?” You said, your mind drifting to recall the last time you actually saw Harry.
The two of you had a very strange relationship, it was apparent to everyone you were completely infatuated with each other and at times you almost acted like a couple, yet somehow nothing had happened. You weren’t together but you weren’t not. You weren’t dating, but you weren’t single.
“Maybe he’s not disappearing, maybe he’s just invisible!” Gil exclaimed, throwing down the hard boiled egg he was peeling.
Uma raised an eyebrow at him.
“What guys? I’m completely serious. He’s spending all that time with Mal, maybe he got her to do a spell and now he’s…”
He was jabbed in the ribs by Uma before he could finish.
“Wait, he’s spending time with Mal? Mal? I thought they hated each other.” You said, a very evident bitter tone in your voice.
Uma leaned forwards, slamming her hands on the table as she spoke.
“Precisely what I thought. Clearly he’s forgot about the whole shrimp incident” You shot her a sympathetic look. “But I wouldn’t worry about it Y/N, he was just getting homework answers the last time they were together”.
You relaxed and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Harry wasn’t about to go running off into the sunset with the purple haired villain which suited you just fine.
“It’s not like I care too much anyway” you lied, which seemed to amuse both Gil and Uma. “I just wanted to ask him about… You know tonight”
“Tonight? What do you want to do tonight? If you’re finally going on a date you’ll have to re-schedule it Y/N! It’s Cortillion and we have to go! Ben made it a rule” Gil rambled before he eventually caught on, smiling to himself that he had figured it out. “Oh! I get it. You want to go to with him.”
“Hate to break it to you Y/N but I don’t think Harry would be seen dead at Cortillion” Uma said giggling slightly
“Yeah me neither, but I didn’t think he’d be seen dead with the daughter of Maleficent a minute ago, so maybe Hook’ll surprise us.”
“Well well well sweetheart” You felt two hands cover your eyes from behind you, two strong arms resting on your shoulders and a familiar accent interrupting your thought process “Who exactly am I supposed to be surprising?”
“Harry! So glad that you could join us” you said with a hint of sarcasm, grabbing his hand and pulling him in to sit beside you.
“Careful darling. It almost sounded like ye missed me” he said with a smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist. You swatted him away playfully.
“You wish” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry ignored you, placing his arm over your shoulder. Uma tutted.
“What did I miss?” He said.
“Well Y/N was just saying how much she wants to go to Cor…” Gil began
“THE WAFFLE HUT! Yeah, the waffle hut. I was just saying I how wanted to go to the waffle hut.” You interrupted before Gil could do any more damage.
If Harry had wanted to go to Cortilion with you he would have asked, clearly he didn’t want you to be his date you thought.
“Y/N? But you just said…”
“I just said nothing Gil” I hissed, kicking his shin under the table slightly.
“Ow!” He said making you roll your eyes “But your gluten intolerant Y/N, you can’t eat anything at the Waffle Hut anyway. Why would you want to go th…”
“Gil. Zip it’ said Uma, unamused.
“The Waffle Hut eh?” Asked Harry, chuckling slightly. You nodded your head in response, slightly too vigorously for what would have been considered a normal response, and shoved a couple of fries in your mouth to stop you from saying anything else stupid. “That’s a real shame sweetheart, 'cos I was just about to ask ye to Cortillion”. He winked at you. You nearly choked on your fries.
“You’ll actually come!” You said excitedly.
“I know how much those silly little dances mean to ye. So if it keeps the pretty pink princess happy, I’m in.” You, frowned at him, pretending to be offended but burst out into a huge grin.
“Harry Hook, I want to punch you in the face and kiss you at the same time” You ruffled his hair slightly and kissed his cheek.
“Geez!” Uma groaned. “You two are sickening”


“This is not what I had in mind”
You were stood by the punch table, sulking beside Uma, your arms crossed scowling at the couples slow dancing on the dance floor.
“This is exactly why I hate dances. Look Y/N, we can just leave. How about I go steal you those waffles you wanted”
“It’s not the waffles I want” I hissed glaring at Harry as he walked about the room.
It had started off so well. You collected you dress from Evie and forced Harry into an all black suit and shirt ensemble giggling at how much he looked like a prince. Less than impressed with the royalty comment, Harry refused to turn up without his hook, so you found yourself laughing at the boy for most of the night as he attempted to juggle all of your drinks single handedly. Everything was going perfectly, until Harry practically dropped you when Mal asked whether he would dance with her. You stood, with your mouth gaping open like a fish as Harry traced his hook along the outline of her face, until Uma and Gil had pull you away from the two of them.

“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…” You were crushing the plastic cup of punch in your hand, causing the liquid to spill everywhere.
“Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…Harry’s is leaving anyway” Uma said, taking the cup from your hand.
She was right, Harry was weaving his way through the crowd back towards us, his usual cocky smirk on his face, his arms swinging beside him. You felt the knot of anxiousness in your stomach diminish. You were just over reacting. Then Harry came to a holt, a purple manicured hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, Mal had pulled Harry towards her, locking lips, her hands working their way up to his hair.
“Well shit” Uma whispered
Suddenly, the room felt dizzyingly small, all the air knocked out of your lungs. It took all but a second for you to process what had happened. She kissed him, she fucking kissed him. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal and hurt was replaced with something much more dangerous. Hatred.
“Hold my hoops!” You growled quietly, pulling the pearl encrusted earrings from your ears and dumping them in Uma’s hand “I’m going in…”

Harry pulled away from Mal as quickly as he could, pushing her chest away from him with enough force to send her flying backwards.
“What the fuck did ye do that for?” He glanced nervously to the sidelines only to be met with your glare, a mixture of sadness and pure anger. He gulped. He had fucked up
Before anybody could restrain you, you marched passed Harry and Mal to the podium at the front of the dance floor, climbing the stairs to where the microphone was.
“Y/N look, listen to me…” Harry tried to pull you back, trying to hold onto your arm.
“Get your hands off me Hook” you spat.
“Y/N I…”
“It’s fine I get how it is” You tapped on the microphone a couple of times to check that it was working. “LISTEN UP BITCHES!” You screamed down the PA system.
“Oh this can’t be good” said Gil whilst being pulled by Uma to the front of podium where a small crowd had gathered.
“I just wanted to check where the fuck Prince Ben was when his supposed girlfriend decided to make out with my boyfriend!” You yelled. You saw the gasps and shocked faces in your ever growing audience and the horrified look from the Prince as you spoke. You refused to relent.
“Oh I’m sorry,” snapped Mal, parting the crowd of people and making her way towards you. “I didn’t realise you were a couple. How long have you been together again?”.
Her voice sounded sweet enough and to those watching the question appeared innocent, but the gleam of bitterness in her eyes said otherwise. She knew how the complicated relationship between you and Harry was. The little bitch.
“Well … Actually .. You see…” You stuttered not entirely sure how to explain yourself.
“Exactly! The villain plays the victim so well.” Mal cut in before you could finish. “Now run along little princess and play tea parties with your stuffed toys before I turn you into a toad”
“Mal, what are you saying? Why are you acting like this?” You heard Evie whisper to her, trying to get her to back down.
Princess, that stupid word again. It was as if it was synonymous for weak. You clenched your fists, that was the last straw.
“Princess?” You laughed coldly “No bitch, Queen”.
You started to square up to her, ignoring which ever random person was tugging on your arm to get you away. This is not how anybody expected Cortillion to go.
“Oh please, what are you going to do? Throw a tiara at me?”
“No but I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a nine inch heel to the face” You screamed, pulling the shoes from your feet before a figure grabbed you from behind.
You secretly hoped it was Harry and were slightly more than disappointed when Ben hauled you backwards and attempted to restrain you. Jay grabbed hold of Mal and by the way he scowled at her, it was pretty evident he was on your side too.


“I bet you’re just so smug aren’t you Y/N?”
“I literally have no idea what you mean!”
“The only reason I kissed Harry was because of you and Ben!”
“Ben?” You asked completely puzzled.
“Don’t think I don’t know. There’s something going on between you two”
Whatever situation the girl was insinuating was news to you. The moment the Prince’s name was muttered, Harry shoved his way threw to the podium, as angry as you had been a moment earlier. He glared at Ben who, unfortunately due to the circumstance, currently had his arms wrapped around you.
“Oh and the plot thickens” Gil whispered almost excitedly to Uma.
She hit the son of Gaston in the stomach, sending him a dirty look, and charged towards the podium too.


“What do ye think yeh doing with my girl there princey boy” he snarled, making his way slowly towards Ben, who was still holding me back, pointing his hook threateningly at his face. “Weren’t content enough with your whole bloody kingdom that you had to take the one thing that mattered the most to me?”
Your mouth dropped open. Was he talking about you? You began to panic when he rested the tip of the hook on Ben’s nose.
“Harry! Back off!” You yelled at the pirate, not too keen at watching your friend get hooked right in front of you.
“A pirate wasn’t good enough for ye was it eh? Had to get yourself a prince?”
“Harold - bloody - Hook! For godsake! I don’t give two shits about Ben!” You yelled before spinning your head around to speak to Ben, who for some unbeknownst reason still thought it was a good idea to be holding you. “No offence”
“None taken” he replied.
“Mal, I assure you nothing has ever happened between me and Ben.” You said before chuckling a little “In fact the only time we ever really speak is at events where are parents have to be civil.”
You saw the girl relax a little and appear somewhat guilty. “He loves you” You added.
Ben finally got the message and let you go, running towards Mal and hugging her and dragging her away from the crowd. She mouthed 'I’m sorry’ to you as she walked away, which made you roll your eyes. Typical. The crowd eventually began to dissipate, leaving you and the pirate to awkwardly stare at each other.


“You know you are so hot when yeh angry Y/N” said Harry taking a step towards you and attempting to wrap you into an embrace. You pushed him away.
“I’m not talking to you Harry”
“Y/N”
“No”
“Y/N!”
“You still kissed her Harry! It doesn’t change anything.”
“Actually, sweetheart she kissed me”
“Don’t you sweetheart me Hook. You threatened the fucking King!” You snapped walking back up the staircase, attempting to leave the disaster of the dance.
“And you tried to attack a lady of the court princess, but ye don’t see me screaming at yeh!” He replied, running a couple of stairs a head of you and blocking your path.
“You’re screaming at me now Harry!”
“Because yeh not listening to me!” He put his hand to your face but you snatched it away.
“Because you’re being a dick!”
“No, you’re being a dick!” He took a step downwards so you were both stood on the same ledge.
“I am not! Clearly you’re the di…”
Before you could finish, Harry let go of his hook, placing both of his hands either side of your head, ignoring the clanging sound of metal as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t even pause for a split second, his mouth colliding with yours, leaving you no time to react. Suddenly he was kissing you like he was afraid to continue and afraid to stop all at the same time. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, fierce yet powerful, but you were stunned, paralyzed almost. That’s when he pulled away.
“I’m sorry… I … I shouldn’t have done th..”
It was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the front of his shirt and didn’t let go, your lips crashing together messily. All you could taste was Harry, spearmint and sea salt, as you moved your hands to his shoulders, then the back of his neck, then his hair. Neither knew who was breathing for who, his lips hot and strong against yours, his hands snaking around your waist. You eventually broke the kiss and you stood their, grinning at each other as you felt a weight lifted off both of your shoulders. Your forehead and noses were still touching, your hands flat against Harry’s chest, his hands gripping too tightly on your hips.
“I think I love you Y/N” he breathed.
“You think. Gee thanks” You joked, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“Yeh never know when to shut yeh mouth now do yeh?” Harry laughed quietly, moving your face away to look him in the eye..“I love yeh Y/N Y/L/N”
“I love you Harry Hook”. You kissed his cheek “But this still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a dick”

Imagine Deadpool trying to set you and Spiderman up

As you set the small bandaid over Peter’s final wound you sighed, feeling a presence over you as you rolled your eyes, “Personal space Wade,” you reminded as the red and black clad hero behind you’s breath left your shoulder, “Right, sorry (Y/N)” Wade breathed, still a little too close for your liking, although knowing there was no way to get him to back up further. You look from the bandage on Peter’s forehead to his brown eyes glaring at Wade, although softening as they land on your (E/C) ones. He offers you a small, thankful smile, although knowing that he despised having to breath the same air as the merc with a mouth who was probably making faces at your best friend as we speak. “I’m gonna go get some more ice for your eye,” you tell the curly haired brunette who only offers you a, “Thanks (Y/N),” before you leave Wade’s bedroom to his kitchen to look for something cold. Peter hated it here. It was dirty and smelled like month old mexican food which, knowing Wade it probably was. He had no choice though, with May at home and no other shelter, Deadpool literally picked up the teen and raced him to his home for the opportunity. Luckily, you had been there, chilling at Wade’s home like you did sometimes when you needed to be away from your home for a while. You immediately went into action when you saw Peter’s injuries, using whatever first aid crap Wade had lying around, which wasn’t much to be honest, to the best of your ability while Wade sat and watched not so patiently– Peter’s thoughts were interrupted as a ball of paper hit his face. His eyes snapped from the door he was trained on to Wade, who laughed at Peter’s confused expression. Peter rolled his eyes at Wade’s annoying antics. “Watcha thinking about?” Wade asked curiously as Peter turned red, not wanting to admit that he was thinking of you, and the way your eyes lit up when you smiled, and how you were perfectly imperfect in every way. “N-nothing,” Peter mumbled, giving Wade a harsh glare, “Screw off Wade,” he added on, almost surprising himself with his rude manners. Wade gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his heart to feign hurt, “Rude,” Wade declared, “If your going to insult me, do it right. Call me a c*** s*cker or someth–” Wade stopped, “really writer? You’re seriously gonna censor me?” he groaned angrily, “and c*** s*cker? That’s the best you got?” he furrowed his brows, or lack thereof, “I mean, if you’re writing for me at least do it right.” the ugly potato rolled his eyes, scoffing at the writer once more, “Oh wow, reeeal mature of you,” he slow clapped, ignoring Peter’s horrified face. “Uh-” Peter spoke, interrupting Wade’s insanity as Wade looked at the young lad, “A-are you okay?” Peter asked uncertainly as Wade groaned angrily, “Not with this f*cking writer!” he exclaimed, “See! There it is again!” he said exasperated, laying diwn on the bed as Peter sat, more confused than ever in his life. Slowly, Wade raised himself up, giving Peter a knowing look, “Oh I know what you’re thinking,” he smirked under the mask. “Y-you do?” Peter asked uncertainly, heat rushing to his cheeks as Wade nodded so fast Peter swore he’d get whiplash, “This kill-joy writer won’t let me say it, but I found a loophole,” Wade grinned, grabbing a notebook and box of crayons as he began scribbling on the white sheet. Eventually, he finished with an “a-ha!” holding up a picture of–***** ******* *** ***** and ******* *** ****** **** to ****** slowly ***** until **** “God Dammit writer,” Wade mumbled under his breath as Peter, turning 50 shades of red, stared at the picture in horror, quickly ripping up the erotic picture. “N-no Wade!” Peter declined, “I-I mean, I-I wouldn’t ever!–” “Look Spidey, we both know you got a thing for (Y/N). You wanna tap that, I get it, I get it.” he pressed a finger to Peter’s lips as he parted them to protest. “Now, (Y/N) is like a little sister to me, making me the hot older brother that makes out with all her friends.” Wade paused, shaking his head, “No, that’s not right…anyways, I am very protective of her, and I just want to say that,” Wade stopped, moving his gloved finger from Peter’s lips to slide down and pat his shoulder, “I think you and her would be adorable!” he exclaims as Peter shakes his head, attempting to get Wade to shut up, “Okay fine. I am head over heels in love with (Y/N)…but I can’t so anything about it,” he mumbled twiddling his thumbs nervously as Wade gives Peter a strange laugh, standing up and dusting imaginary dirt off his suit, “No need to fear, your friendly neighbourhood Deadpool is here,” Deadpool states, running for the door when Peter immedietly shoots hit webs to stick Wade to the doorknob. Wade gives Peter a “what the f*ck” look and Peter glares, “You can’t tell (Y/N)!” he delcared as Deadpool whined like the child he is, “Aww why not?” he asked as Peter glared harder at the red and black clad “hero”. Neither of them knowing what was behing the door. As you stood, listening to their conversation, you couldn’t help but the smile that makes it’s way across your face. Peter likes YOU! No, LOVES you! You were trying to keep your cool as you smirked, imagining how much fun you were going to have with this information.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


Originally posted by nessiesmiths

SVT- Click a Prince: Intro

Originally posted by i-wonwoo

Series: Click a Prince 

Member: OT13 x Reader 

Status: Complete


“You have to marry.” The words that your nanny had said to you before closing the carriage door reverberated in your ears, plaguing what had been the worst nap you had ever had.

The bumps along the road reminding you how long the different kingdoms had been waiting for this moment, the bethronment between one of the thirteen kingdoms and your own. Before any of you had been born, during the years of treaty, the fourteen kingdoms had decided that on the 100th anniversary of the peace, the oldest princesses would marry one of the chosen princes fromt the other thirteen kingdoms.

It was bullshit, having your destiny decided before you were even born.

The tree branches scratched the carriage, and the greenery seemed like it wanted to invade your personal space. No one had even been down these roads since they had been built, for all you knew you were actually down the road to death. Or worse…sacrifice, but giving up your freedom to some random prince was sacrifice as well, so why not.

The carriage came to a stop and you stole a peek from the curtained windows. Thirteen different carriages circled a fountain that no longer looked in use.  

“Princess.” The coach master opened the door and extended his arm to help you down. You looked at your bags which were no longer tied to the roof of the carriage and instead were laid in front of you.

“These will be taken to your room immediately. The princes are already inside as it is time for lunch; they are waiting for you inside the dining hall.” He bowed and walked to the entrance, pausing only long enough for you to get the idea that you were supposed to follow him.

Once inside you realizing how misleading the gothic styled castle had actually been. It was far larger than it had seemed. Medium sized windows with curtains that reached the ground, but a large ceiling dome window that kept natural light inside took your breath away.

“Four floors high madame, of course you will reside on the third floor until your marriage day. The princes will sleep on the second floor.”

“Ah, very well.” You replied stiffly as the stationed butler bowed and lead you toward two tall wooden doors.

Two maids bowed before opening the doors simultaneously, rushed words coming from inside. The energy that had been inside suddenly disappeared and instead a pregnant silence took hold of the atmosphere.

With your ruffled dress, as best you could, you marched inside heading toward the south end of the table, where the queen normally sat. For years you had seen your mother sit confidently in these chairs and know it was your turn.

Your eyes passed over each of the prince in front of you. None of them had chosen to sit on the future king’s chair and you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit hurt.

“Please sit.” You motioned to chairs. It felt like a business meeting from the way that the one at the far left side nodded at the others. He was dressed his kingdoms colors, gray and black that met together in on his military coat; gray coat, black cuffs, and black buttons that swung a string across each one to tie them together.

“We’ll introduce ourselves from oldest to youngest. I’m Prince Seungcheol.” He bowed then sat down.

“Prince Jeonghan.” The prince with a turquoise and white jacket like Prince Seungcheol said then sat down. You quickly gazed at all of them, noticing that they all wore the same type of jacket but in different colors.

“Prince Jisoo.” The salmon-black, brown haired boy said.

“Prince Jun.” The red and black clad boy bowed.

“Prince Soonyoung.” A purple-black boy smiled cheekily.

“Prince Wonwoo.” The tall midnight blue and black boy bowed slightly.

“Prince Jihoon.” The shortest one said, dressed in lime green and white combination.

“Prince Dokyeom.” A ball of sunset orange, black, and smiles grinned in your direction.

“Prince Mingyu.” A shy puppy-like boy smile adorned the tallest one, who was dressed in  peach and white combination.

A figure dressed purely in black, smiled lightly “Prince Minghao.”

A burgundy-black figure clapped him on the back, “I’m Prince Seungkwan,” he smiled gently and nodded at you.

“Prince Hansol.” The boy dressed in light brown and white smiled shyly but met your eyes anyways.

Only one remained, the youngest.

He was about to introduce himself but Prince Jeonghan interrupted him. “That’s our baby! We call him Dino.” He loudly proclaimed, earning himself a red faced boy.

“I’m Prince Chan.” He smiled awkwardly, rubbing his neck with one hand, and sinking into the plush chair. His baby blue and white jacket clashing with his red face.

You smiled at them as they dug into their food. “We look like a circus with all these colors.” They chuckled agreeing with you.

You eyed the soup in front of you, feeling distressed because of the boys in front of you. How were you supposed to choose.

…………………………………………

Pick your Prince:

Prince  Seungcheol

Prince  Jeonghan

Prince  Jisoo

Prince  Jun

Prince  Soonyoung

Prince  Wonwoo

Prince  Jihoon

Prince  Dokyeom

Prince  Mingyu

Prince  Minghao

Prince  Seungkwan

Prince  Hansol

Prince  Chan 

Hold still... Did you just hiss at me?

Request: #22, #81, and #19 pleaseeee 😂 I trust that you’ll get creative with this one

Summary: hold still/did you just hiss at me?/you’re Satan. Peter visits you one evening as promised but he arrives late in his Spider-man suit.

Originally posted by hot-as-f

You sighed and stood up from your position on the couch and began making your way to your room. Your eyes trailed the ground in front of your feet as you opened the bleached door to your customized room. 

“Oh hey y/n,” Your gaze shot up as you jumped at the voice coming from the red and blue clad boy that sat on the floor beside your bed, his back resting against it. He greeted you tiredly, and leaned his head back on your soft mattress that was covered in soft floral sheets. His left arm slung over his abdomen, rising up and down with his panting. The spider-man mask laid on the floor next to him. Two cuts were visible on his face and a purple bruise was slowly showing itself underneath his right eye. His hair disheveled over his forehead, he tried blowing it out of his eye but only more fell back in place, “You should see the other guy,” he uttered to you. 

Your heart broke a little at the beaten boy placed in your room. It wasn’t unusual for him to show up in your room at various hours through a day. But seeing him look so shattered wasn’t something you were going to get used to any time soon. “Come on bug-boy,” you called to him softly, reaching your hand out waiting for him to take it, as you stood over his body. 

He let out a breathy laugh at your nickname for him and gladly took your hand in his glove covered one. 

The two of you trailed into the main bathroom of your apartment where the first aid kit and rubbing alcohol was stored. 

Peter hoisted himself onto counter and reclined his head onto the mirror behind him while he waited for you to take care of him. The first time he got seriously injured during one of his crime fighting incidents, he panicked. The first person he thought of was you, so to you he went. It was the best idea he had thought of. You were surprisingly more calm than he thought you’d be. He was nearly hyperventilating when he came to you, so you had tried your hardest to remain calm for his sake.

Peter watched you silently take out the bottle of rubbing alcohol and soak a rag with it. He curled his nose as you began bringing it up to the cut across his cheek bone. He hated the sting that accompanied the necessary care. Before you could wipe the substance covered cloth over his wound, he pulled away, “Peter,” you spoke in a warning tone, “we’ve done this 50 times, you know the routine,”

Peter sighed in response, “Yeah but, the routine hurts,”

“And getting your injuries doesn’t?” 

He shot you a gentle glare, and didn’t protest as you brought the cloth back up to his cheek. He muttered a few ‘ow’s as you ran it over both cuts. He sighed in relief as you finished, and resumed his position from earlier and leaned back. Upon his actions, you noticed and slash along his collarbone. Blood had stained the material surrounding it, but it didn’t seem to phase Peter.

You gasped at the size of it, surely Peter would have to go in for stitches. Your sudden change in attitude startled Peter, “What?” he asked frantically.

“Take your suit off,” you told him,

“Why? What?” he questioned you again. His gaze followed yours and he looked down to see the fairly sized cut below his collarbone. His eyes widened at the sight, “Oh. Well that’s new,” he squeaked.

“Take your suit off while I get ice for your eye,” You stated to him as you began to make your way to the kitchen, “What, you don’t wanna stay and watch the show?” he called after you.

You returned with a bag of ice, to see that he had followed your instructions and was now standing in nothing but a pair of boxers. You reluctantly kept your eyes on his brown ones, and handed him the cold plastic bag, “You know you wanna look,” he smirked down at you.

“Shut up and sit,” you chuckled at him, shaking your head. He sighed and sat back on the counter. 

“This is going to hurt more than the last ones,” you informed him. His face dropped and he began to whine, “Don’t tell me that,” he pouted.

“As if you didn’t know already,” You said, soaking more rubbing alcohol on the spots that weren’t yet used on the rag, “you shouldn’t even be here, you should be in hospital getting it stitched up,” 

“I can’t jus-” you cut him off quickly by unexpectedly placing the rag on his collarbone. You knew he’d hate you for it, but if you gave him any warning, he’d only make it worse. He shouted an ‘ow’ and bit his lip trying to hold back multiple colorful words. He pulled back and hovered his hand over the wound protectively, “That was just evil! That was- you are- you’re Satan!” He exclaimed.

You bit your own lip in an effort to hold back your giggles, “Hold still Peter! It needs to be cleaned,” you stated in laughter.

“This is not funny. This is abuse, I’m gonna have to-” again you cut off his rambling and pressed the cloth back to his chest. This time you pulled away abruptly at a hissing sound. You stared at Peter puzzled, “Did you just hiss at me?” you asked him, taken aback.

There was a moment of awkward silence between you two. He stared at you as he searched his mind for an excuse of any sort but all he came up with was: “No,”

You raised an eyebrow at him and laughed at his ridiculousness, “Stop laughing, this hurts,” he pouted. 

You sighed and brought body closer to his, and placed yourself between his legs. Peter placed his forehead on yours, and fluttered his eyes closed. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “but it has to be done,”

“I know,” he agreed softly.

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss, which he gladly returned. Subtly, you brought the cloth up to his collar bone. He broke away from the kiss, because of the unexpected stinging. You pulled away, and he sighed. His gaze shifted down to you and glared while shaking his head, “Satan,” he muttered directly to you,

“You love me though,” you spoke innocently,

“Yeah, yeah,”



Was that lame.. it seemed lame.

Birthday Bash - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 7,335

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Shower Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Mentions of Masturbation. Mentions of Alcohol AKA Gally’s Recipe, Spanking, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Morning Sex

Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @writing-obrien. I love you so much. You mean the world to me. I would have never thought three months ago when i started writing that I would become such good friends with you. I wrote this in 12 hours and I hope there are not many errors because I am literally falling asleep and can barely type coherently. 

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Accidental Saving

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Spider-Man: Homecoming spoilers, fire, near death situations (??)

Summary: Part 2 of “Accidental Flirting”, uploaded by popular demand. 

Tags: @fluffyavengers, @onyxbunny22, @thebittygirl, @chillcastaway, @evstor01, @tgwltw, @macfullyloaded17

A/N: Wooo, here y’all go!! A huge thank you to the very sweet anon who helped me come up with this idea. You rock, anon. Love ya. Also, I’m pretty proud of this. :-) Enjoy!!

Part One


Needless to say, after that encounter, things weren’t the same between you and Peter. At school, during the classes you two shared, you began talking more and more. He also started visiting you at your locker in the mornings.

To everyone else, including both your friends and Peter’s, it was obvious that you had both had huge feelings for each other. It was kind of like a waiting game at that point, everyone anticipating when one of you would finally get the guts to make a move and ask the other out.

It had been a particularly slow night at the bodega. You worked the counter, though during the times when there weren’t any customers in the store, you occupied yourself by studying for Chemistry with your textbook behind the register. Flipping through the pages aimlessly, you could feel a headache coming on from all the reading you’d been doing.

It was getting pretty late, actually, but you had promised your father earlier that you would close up for him. He was busy doing inventory in the back, and he’d given you strict instructions not to bother him until he was finished. The hands on the clock on the wall across from you ticked by at what seemed like an agonizingly slow pace. You couldn’t wait to just go home and get into bed. It had been a long day at school and you were beyond exhausted.

Sighing, you returned to the thick textbook of formulas and information, of which half of it you barely could understand. You engrossed yourself in the reading yet again, holding your chin up with the palm of your hand.

You almost felt your eyes slowly droop closed before suddenly a loud searing noise could be heard from across the street. Eyes wide, you jumped up from the wooden stool.  

Maybe it was just your tired eyes playing tricks on you. It had to be, because, if not, then you were witnessing Spider-Man live in action fighting off a group of men wearing… Avengers masks? Spider-Man? What the hell?

Oh my god, oh my god, what the-?  You blinked a few times in pure shock. The blue-and-red clad superhero was suddenly trapped in the orbit of some huge gun emitting a weird purple ray. This couldn’t be real. Pacing behind the counter, your eyes never left the scene unfolding across the street. What were you supposed to do? Call the police? Run? Stay put?

You weren’t able to even think about any other possible decisions before the smell of smoke and burning metal hit. It was like your whole body shut down. The whole room around you was engulfed in flames. You couldn’t move. You tried. You couldn’t. It felt like your brain just stopped working, suddenly you were unable to send signals to your limbs to get the hell out of there.

“Dad!” You choked out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Dad!”

A gust of wind came in through the now completely shattered glass wall to your left. Before you could speak, before you could cry, before your brain could fully process what was going on, you felt yourself being scooped up into someone’s arms. Opening your previously squeezed shut eyes, you gasped as you looked up and saw the familiar suit of none other than Spider-Man himself.

He looked down at you for a split second before tightly squeezing you in his arms. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

His voice sounded awfully familiar to you, but honestly, you were too bewildered to think about that. Spider-Man carried you out of the store, you instinctively clinging to his chest. By now the whole front was completely ablaze. The masked hero carefully put you down, though you still held onto him, utterly terrified.

“Stay here, (Y/N). I’ll be right back.” He blurted, in the heat of the moment not even realizing that he’d just called you by your first name. Your puffy eyes widened, confusion and shock still pulsing through you.

You stood upright, legs unable to move again because of how sudden everything had just happened. Watching in silence as the hero slung himself back into the smoky shop. He came back out in under a minute, your father’s cat in his arms and his right hand on your dad’s shoulder.

At the sight of your dad, his work clothes covered in ash, you felt the blood start coursing through your veins at a fast pace. You mustered up all of your energy and strength, running over to him and collapsing into his arms. He hugged you back tightly.

Silently sobbing into your father’s shoulder, you stood embracing him for what felt like hours before you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
Wait. Spider-Man knew your name. You instantaneously remembered the previous encounter between you, turning around abruptly and slowly willing your legs to move over towards him. As you got closer, you took in his oddly familiar stature and the way his tight suit fit over his arms.

No, it couldn’t be.

It wasn’t possible.

No way.

Your brain was probably just pulsating with dopamine.

“Spider-Man?” You breathed, now standing bordering on the too-close boundary in front of him. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, nerves, awe, shock, and confusion wracking your mind all at once. He tilted his head to the side at your words. “How do you know my name?”

Sensing that he had tensed up at your blunt question, you stepped even closer to him, placing your hands on his toned upper arms. It felt like time had stopped in that moment. Suddenly you couldn’t smell the burning metal all around you, or remember that you’d just basically cheated your own death. All your attention was on the masked boy in front of you.

He just saved your life. Holding your breath, you waited for him to answer you.

He didn’t say anything, but instead, reached one hand to the back of his head and slowly pulled his mask off. Your eyes saw the curly tufts of brown hair first, and recognition immediately swept over you like a tidal wave.

The rest of his mask was now off, revealing Peter’s full face. Peter. Peter Parker. The boy who just weeks ago you’d made flustered out of his mind just by a simple sentence. The boy you’d been talking to non-stop at school ever since. The doe eyed, wavy haired boy who was slowly taking up all of your thoughts one by one.

Adrenaline pulsed through you at a thousand miles per hour, your hands still placed on his biceps. To say you were in complete disbelief was a huge understatement, but you were also immediately filled with an all too familiar feeling of adoration.

It was him. He was the one risking his life on the daily, just to help save innocent people from harm. And he had just saved you.

Placing your cold hands on either side of his neck, you let your astonishment take over as you brought your lips to his, kissing him urgently and standing on your tiptoes. Peter stumbled towards you in surprise, his hands flying down to encircle your waist and pull you closer. He kissed you back with just as much power as you kissed him. A million sparks flew and ignited between you.

Your eyes were squeezed tight, and through the kiss, you could feel salty tears start to trickle down your burning cheeks.

Time had truly stopped.

It was only when you finally pulled away, eyes wide as saucers and blushing like a bride when it felt like time resumed around you. You stared into Peter’s eyes, which looked just as shocked as yours. He moved one hand from your waist, carefully lifting it up to gently wipe the tears that continued to drip down your face. You felt your face surge with energy where his gloved hand lay.

Peter grinned widely at you, and you shook your head in a dazed smile back at him. Grabbing hold of his arms yet again, you tugged him into the most secure hug you’d ever given. You buried your face into his chest.

He looked down at you, opening his mouth to speak before he was cut off by a loud sigh coming from behind the two of you. “Oh dios mío.”

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Peter Parker

Request: I was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader and have the reader being able to play the Ukulele? And maybe have peter not know she plays and he catching he playing/singing? Lots of Fluff? I hope you notice this! Ps love your writing sweetheart💚 (requested by @nevaehsuga)

Summary: As an avid music lover, the ukulele was just another instrument you had learned to play. However when Peter catches you playing, he can’t help but be amazed.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,522

Warnings: major fluff like i was squealing while i was writing

A/N: first request guys! this was super fun to write, so i hope y’all enjoy. i’m working on a part 2 to Forgiveness in Time, so that’ll be up tomorrow. remember that requests are open and im honestly so happy when i get them! ALSO ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS!


There were three constants in you life; your love for your family, space, and music.

Growing up, the relationship between you, your parents, and your sibling was tight. No matter the situation, the love shared between yourselves was constant.

Space was also consistent. To anyone else, space is just something out of their reach; a beautiful sight to behold, but no one bothers to look because they are busy sleeping. Not you, though. Although space had always fascinated you (let’s be real; NASA was the goal), space was just a way to show that there was so much you didn’t know, and that you curiosity was always overpowering.

Music, however, was not an art. To you, it was a religion. From as long as you could remember, music had been incorporated into your life. In the fourth grade, you joined an Honours Choir, signing in competitions all across New York City. In the seventh grade, you joined the middle school band. You picked up the clarinet and played well enough to have been invited to join the New York City Honour Band less than a year after you started to play.

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Braid (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: hello, i love your writing btw. may i request a fluffy bucky x reader fic? maybe bucky’s hair is getting long so he and the reader spend time doing each others’ hair?

Requested By: Anonymous 

Word Count: 1, 795

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Fluff

A/N: Hello, everyone! So sorry this is being posted so late for the anon that requested it. Also, thank you for your comment, anon! I’m also sorry if the ending sucks. Just so you know, (E/C) means “eye color.” If you would like to be added to my Tag List, just let me know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Tag List: @mp938368 @gcneral-organa @thatgirlsar @jumperswellies @quicksoldier @kitkatgaming @marvelfandom-stuff @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @agentraven007 @marvelgoateecollection @thaniya82

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Warm sunlight filtered in through the blinds on the window, casting a yellow haze across the room. It was a quiet Saturday morning, one where not even Steve was awake, training early in the morning. In all of the rooms in the compound, large and small, it was quiet. The only sound to break the peaceful silence was the occasional snore that sounded from behind closed doors, where resting Avengers peacefully slept. It was on this quiet Saturday morning where we found Bucky, shockingly asleep in his bed next to you. The peacefully sleeping man next to you was sprawled out on his stomach, hair splayed messily across his face and pillow alike. Every once in a while, soft snores emitted from Bucky, causing you to stir in your sleep. You awoke, blearily blinking the sleep from your eyes as you stretched. Sighing at the feeling of your limbs stretching out the sleep from within them, you lazily smiled as you looked at Bucky next to you, who continued to blow a piece of hair out of his face with every exhaled breath.

Sitting up in bed, you crossed your legs underneath you as you watched the sleeping form of Bucky. With every breath his chest moved slowly up and down, stretching and un-stretching the red henley that was clad to his form. Your eyes traveled down Bucky’s body, admiring how peacefully he slept. Bucky, noticing the absence of your warmth next to his body, sleepily reached out his hand, searching for your warmth. Metal hand touching your thigh, Bucky smiled in his sleep, happy to have found you. A smile began to grow on your face at the thought of Bucky wanting you close-by, even in sleep. The metal hand traveled up your thigh and wrapped around your waist before tugging you into his side. A small shriek escaped your lips as you were quickly dragged down next to Bucky. Shifting onto his side, Bucky laid his head on your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, trying to get as close to you as he could.

Smiling down at the man snuggled into your torso, your hands absentmindedly made their way to his chocolate brown locks. Brushing out the tangles in his hair that were created from sleep, you carded your fingers through his locks as he sighed out happily, still asleep. The gentle brushing through his hair soon turned into braiding as your fingers worked three strands of his hair around themselves. Quickly braiding and unbraiding his hair, your thoughts drifted off as you looked upon your sleeping Bucky. 

Bucky, feeling the gentle tugs on his hair, slowly awoke from his peaceful sleep. Snuggling further into your stomach, Bucky breathed in your sweet scent.

“Doll,” Bucky’s raspy morning voice broke through the silence. “What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” You hummed, pulling out the recently made braid. Picking up a section near his forehead, you began to French braid his hair.

Sighing at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, Bucky smiled to himself as you continued to braid his hair. Satisfied with the French braid produced, you grabbed the hair band from around your wrist and secured the braid at the nape of his neck. 

Turning over onto his back, Bucky rested his head in your lap as you sat up. (E/C) eyes meeting his crystal blue ones, Bucky lazily smiled up at you. 

“Morning, Beautiful,” Bucky mumbled, admiring the way that your hair fell so beautifully into your face. 

“Morning, Handsome,” You replied, ducking your head down to meet Bucky’s. Lips meeting yours, Bucky happily sighed at the taste of your lips. He could just taste the strawberry-flavored chapstick that you applied the night before. Completely in a bliss, Bucky chased after your lips as you pulled away.

“Hey,” He said defiantly, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “I wasn’t quite finished with you yet.”

A smile erupting onto your face at his words, you shook your head in amusement as you leaned back in to press a lingering kiss onto Bucky’s lips.

“Much better,” Bucky breathed out as you pulled away. Legs crossing underneath him, Bucky’s hand reached out to cup your face. Resting your cheek on his palm, you looked at Bucky through your lashes as his metal hand tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“So beautiful,” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your nose causing your face to scrunch up.

“Buck,” You laughed as you felt heat creep onto your cheeks. “Stop it.”

“What?” He chuckled, picking your hand up with his. “I can’t help it that you are so beautiful and that you do things to me.” With the last few words, he smirked at you suggestively as you felt a tidal wave of embarrassment hit you.

“Buck!” You shouted as you pushed against his chest. Falling back onto the bed laughing, Bucky pulled you along with him, causing you to fall onto his chest. Arms circling around your back, Bucky smiled up at you as you huffed out in embarrassment.

“You’re cute when you get flustered,” Bucky mused, catching your lips with his. Smiling into the kiss, Bucky’s arms loosened around you. Seeing this as your chance, you quickly sat up, breaking the kiss. Sitting on his hips, you straddle Bucky as he looks up at you. 

“I could get used to this,” Bucky smirked, causing the embarrassment to rush back over you. 

“Whatever, Barnes,” You joked, rolling your eyes at the man underneath you. Eyes glancing at the bedside clock, you decide that you need breakfast as your stomach growls. “C’mon, I need food.” 

Shifting off of him, you felt the coldness of the hardwood floor hit your feet as you stood up. Groaning, Bucky realizes that he can’t stay in bed with you all day, no matter how much he wants to. Following you, Bucky gets up and makes his way to the connected bathroom where you already were brushing your teeth. Grabbing his own toothbrush, he put toothpaste on it and began brushing his teeth next to you. Smiling into the mirror at the sight of you two, Bucky’s eyes travel towards his hair where he sees exactly what you did for the first time. 

“Wha-di-you-do?” Bucky mumbled as he continued to brush his teeth.

“Wha-?” You also mumbled, looking at Bucky through the mirror as you brushed your teeth. Eyes rolling at the two of you trying to converse while brushing your teeth, Bucky quickly spit out the remaining toothpaste.

“I said, ‘what did you do?’”

Spitting out your own toothpaste into the sink, you looked up at Bucky. “I French braided it. Why?”

“I like it,” Bucky said, admiring your work. Smirking at Bucky, you grabbed your phone that was resting on the counter and took a picture of the back of his head to show him. Eyes widening at the picture, he looked up at you.

“You did this?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”

“Yes,” Bucky said as he gently patted the braid. “Very cool. Will you teach me how to do this?”

“Really?” You mused as you walked out of the bathroom towards your dresser. Following suit, Bucky began to pull his clothes out of his dresser and started to get changed.

“Yeah. I want to learn. This looks a lot more secure than the usual bun I put it in for training,”

Pulling your shirt over your head, you nodded at Bucky. “Okay,” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Now c’mon. I’m hungry.”

Pulling him out of your shared bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen to find the rest of the Avengers already there. Sitting down at the table, you watched Bucky as he grabbed both of your favorite cereals. Feeling a swift kick to your leg, you looked up at Nat and glared at her.

‘Did you do that?’ She mouthed, pointing at Bucky’s braid. You nodded at her, causing her to smile. ‘I like it. But wait until Sam sees.’

And speaking of the devil, the sleepy soldier trudged into the room, followed by an even larger sleepy soldier. Sam glanced at Bucky before doing a double-take.

“Man, what the hell did you do to your hair?” Sam laughed out, motioning towards Bucky’s hair. This caused the rest of the team to look at Bucky, placing a smile on their lips.

“(Y/N) braided it,” Bucky shrugged as he sat down next to you. Setting your bowl of cereal before you, Bucky quickly pecked your cheek. “Why, jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to Steve.

“Because you don’t have a beautiful girlfriend to do your hair for you,” Bucky mused as he kissed your forehead. 

“Blagh,” Tony said, looking at the two of you. “Stop being all lovey-dovey. Makes me sick.”

“Leave em’ alone, Stark,” Steve cut in as he looked at the two of you. You were both in your own little world, oblivious to everyone else. You were trying to teach Bucky how to do a simple braid, using Nat for practice. “He’s happy, for once. That’s what’s important.”

Both rolling their eyes at Steve’s answer, Tony and Sam looked at Steve. 

“It’s still gross,” Tony grumbled begrudgingly as he looked at the happy couple.

“Agreed,” Sam added.

“I did it!” Bucky gleefully shouted as he proudly displayed the braid that he created in Nat’s hair.

“Good job, Handsome,” You said with a smile, pecking his cheek.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Beautiful,” He responded before pecking your lips.

“Geez!” Sam exclaimed as he pushed away from the counter. “A guy can’t even eat in here before these two start kissing all over each other!” And with that, Sam grabbed his toast and marched out of the room dramatically, causing the others to laugh.

“He’s totally jealous,” Clint laughed as he watched Sam exit.

“Totally,” You and Bucky added at the same time, causing the two of you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“They really are happy, huh?” Nat asked as she stood next to Steve, pulling the braids out of her hair as she watched the two of you laughing together.

“Yes,” Steve sighed out happily as he watched his best pal be with the girl he loved. “It’s about damn time, too.”

“LANGUAGE!” Tony shouted, pointing at Steve accusingly, causing another round of laughter to fall on the group. Eyes rolling at the comment, Steve just sat back as he watched his team all laughing and smiling. Even Sam had returned, taking a seat next to Bucky as he laughed and smiled with the couple. And he was right, Steve was. It was about damn time that all of them were happy.

1-800-Spidey Pt. 2 || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k words

Requests:  Could you do a part 2 of 1-800-spidy please! It’s amazing

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A/N: For part one getting a little over 100 notes, I’m surprised this got so many requests for a part 2 lmao

No Homecoming Spoilers

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Part One

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That day, Y/N opened the metal doors to the Avengers compound, an angry look grazing over her face. She stormed over to where her father usually was, working on his suits, crossing her arms over her chest while impatiently tapping her foot.

Tony sighed, “Oh God, what did I do this time?” He dropped his tools, dusting his hands off on his pants. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose before letting all hell break loose. “Tell me why you let a teenage boy fight against Captain America!” She clenched her jaw to prevent herself from shouting obscenities. The same angry look began to appear over the older Stark’s face.

“He wasn’t suppose to tell anyone.” He stated, grabbing his phone to call someone. Y/N let out a forced chuckle, “He didn’t tell me. He just couldn’t cover up his tracks. And I’m not even mad at him for not telling me. I’m mad at you, for making him fight. In what world did you think it was a good idea?” She walked out of the room before she could hear his excuse. Today was just such a weird day for her.

Y/N walked into her bedroom, leaning her head on her now shut door. She let out a shaky breath, stressed out by all of the information she had received today. “Peter Parker is Spider-Man,” she whispered to herself with her eyes closed. How could a boy she has known for years, this scrawny child, be a superhero? He was so sweet, cute and dorky. He was perfect. The more Y/N thought about it, the more she realized how much Peter and Spider-Man were alike.

They’re dorky jokes, charming personalities, and adorable laugh. It was all the same, because they’re the same fucking person.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, before she dropped her backpack onto the floor, moving towards her bed. Y/N pulled her phone out of her pocket, tapping on her screen until she reached the text messages seeing her conversations with Spider-Man, or Peter.

Hey, Spidey,

She needed to make it seem like she didn’t know that he was the dorky kid from Queens.

Can you come over tonight? I don’t want to spend tonight alone.

Well, what she really wanted was to confront him about the whole ‘Peter Parker, you’re Spider-Man and you’re basically working for my dad’ situation. She didn’t want to do that over text. But on the other hand, she was feeling kind of lonely so it wasn’t a complete lie.

Her phone buzzed in her hands, which made Y/N give her full attention to the screen.

Of course! Wouldn’t want my girl to be alone.

His girl. Man, he was making her heart melt rapidly. She smiled at the message.

When night came, Y/N stayed awake, waiting for the hero to come back to her. She did dose off a couple of times, but her nerves got the best of her, waking her up each and every time. The cool breeze from her bedroom window made her shiver and cuddle her blankets closer. She was soon greeted with a shadow covering the lights, from the city, peeking through her window.

A smile formed on her lips as she rubbed her eyes, sitting up on her bed with the blanket pooling onto her lap. He walked closer to her, her eyes adjusting and finally seeing the man clad in red and blue tights. “Hi,” she said softly, making room for him to sit on the bed.

“Hey sleepy head,” he muttered sweetly, sitting in front of her on the comforter. He placed his gloved hand on her cheek, Y/N closed her eyes at the feeling of having contact with someone. Spider-Man pulled his mask up a bit, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

As much as she didn’t want these late night talks to stop, she had to tell him that she knew about his identity. She cleared her throat, “We need to talk, Peter.” She wanted to know if he would catch her slip up, but he didn’t.

“What about?” He asked, dropping his hand into his lap. Y/N furrowed her brows, how could he not catch her? She looked at the blanket in her lap, messing with the fabric. “You’re so oblivious,” she whispered.

He sat there, slightly offended. “What do you mean?” He was worried about her. Was something wrong? Was it because he kissed her last night?

Y/N looked up and into the robotic eyes of the suit. “I just…. I called you Peter. I know who you are.” He sat there, not knowing what to say. He didn’t understand how she knew. He thought he was being so careful.

“I-I don’t know anyone named-” He was going to attempt to defend himself but he stopped talking. He knew that she was smart enough to figure it out. He pulled the mask off of his face, his brown curls bouncing as he did. “How’d you know? Did Mr. Stark tell you?” He questioned, playing with the mask in his hands.

Y/N let out a short laugh, making Peter look her in the eye. Why is she laughing?

“Today in school, you, as Peter Parker, gave me your phone number. And I’m guessing you completely forgot that you gave me your number as Spider-Man.” When Y/N said this, Peter blushed a deep red, almost as red as his suit.

He chuckled lightly, “You just make me nervous. I start to forget my own name when I’m around you.” He admitted, running his hand through his fluffy hair. She smiled, grabbing one of his hands and lacing their fingers together.

“Just so you know,” she started, “I like you as Spider-Man and as Peter.” He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. He loved the feeling of her lips against his and he never wanted to pull away from the sweet taste that was intoxicating him. She smiled as his lips engulfed hers.

He pulled away to take a breath of air, “And I like you as much as Spider-Man and Peter do.” He said with a small chuckle. He then laid down on the bed, pulling her down with him. She cuddled into his chest. They soon drifted off to sleep to the sound of each others short, calming breaths.

The next morning when Y/N woke up, Peter was still laying with her. His eyes were closed, his curls were a mess, and a peaceful look was kept on his features. She snuggled back into his chest, never wanting the warmth that Peter had her trapped in to disappear.

Song of Themyscira | Seven

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (wowza)

Warnings: Language (for now)

A/N: Update! This one is a long one, so I hope you enjoy :) s/o to mi amor, abril, for being with me every step of the way w/ this fic || SoT masterlist

Originally posted by n-barnes

(this gif reflects James’ mood at a certain point in the chapter - try and guess when and where!!)

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• my beloved goddess

nonnie requested: Pls will u do something for savitar!barry x reader? Hes kinda sexy despite being called pizza face by cisco. Anyway something with reader is the only person this version of barry care about cuz reader stand by his side while everyone turn away from him in d future. Make it angst pls. Thanks.

A/N: Ah I laughed when Cisco called him, ‘pizza face’ and other things like I’m so proud of my son giving sass. This obviously contains a bit of spoilers from the finale episode of The Flash so be warned if you haven’t watched. I thought it was going to be all good despite one of my faves dying in the place for Iris and then Barry leaving. Damn it Grant, you ripped my heart out with feels. Ships are closed for the time being and as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

Originally posted by rawrfreak

                             Relationship(s): Savitar/Reader, Barry Allen/Iris West, Barry Allen & Reader (unrequited love)

“Y/N. .Y/N, I need my goddess to wake from her beauty sleep.” That oddly familiar voice ringing through your ears as you slowly blinked from your slumber. Your E/C eyes blinked more to adjust from the dark surroundings as you looked around to the source of the voice until they met Barry’s- no that didn’t look like Barry. Least the one who knew, the left side of his face looked burned with as his grin only seemed to grow bigger at the sight of you awake. “Good morning Y/N. My, my I could never forget how beautiful you are. What’s the matter Y/N? You don’t recognize the man who calls you his equal, but yet it hasn’t happened yet. Heh, guess I could use you against Barry. Won’t that be fun my goddess hm?”

You squint in disbelief as you tried crawling backwards but bumped into something as you looked to see what it was. Your eyes widen in fear, this was Savitar—the time remnant of Barry as depicted from the armor you bumped into. You remember the speedster telling you to be careful out there after you left S.T.A.R labs earlier that day to get a break from all the mess since it you’ve gotten so stressed. “G-Goddess? I’m sorry S-Savitar but I don’t b-belong to anyone, I have no idea what y-you speak of. I-I though you ha-ated everyone since t-they turned their b-back on you.” You studdered through your words as the time remnant only kept his sadist grin as he crouched down to you where you were on the ground.

“Oh I do hate everyone Y/N but not you, my sweet Y/N. You see while everyone else turned their back on me, you didn’t. You stayed and refused to leave my side no matter how much they called me, a monster. A monster Y/N and have the nerve to call you one too! But no you stayed and before we both fell in love with each other, I let you be my goddess. I intend on that still happening but first we need to get rid of this Barry Allen. Join me Y/N, join me and I will give anything you could ever wished for. All you need to do is accept.” Savitar offers his pale hand to you, “We can rule side by side and have to world begging for mercy on their knees. Including the ones who hurt and bullied you for being different.” He chuckles darkly while waiting for you to accept as you looked at the male beside you.

For long as you remembered you were bullied for being, well being you. You didn’t care about the feminine things like makeup and dressing up for boys. You were mocked and laughed at because you loved science and mathematics, even having the stereotypical nerd look with thick glasses, braces, and bad acne. However you blossomed into a beautiful women today, still wearing glasses although sometimes using contacts and no more metal on your teeth with acne cleared up. All those memories came back to you when Savitar spoke as your fists clenched, no you were to be nice and submissive right? No you were tired of being considered weak as you looked back up to the time remnant before clasping your hand with his, after all you could have anything right? “I accept your offer Savitar as long as you stay true to your word.” You say as he pulled you and him up on your feet as he looked at your hand before you.

“Oh don’t worry Y/N, I fully intend on keeping it as long as you help me get Barry Allen.”

                   [ time skip; WARNING SPOILERS UP AHEAD ]

“Y/N please come back, he’s messing with your mind!” The scarlet speedster yelled out as you were by Savitar without his armor that Barry had vibrated and broke. Needless to say, Team Flash was a bit shocked to see you beside the other. You looked different from the last time they saw you, from wearing dark F/C clothing as you grinned that could match Savitar’s. “Y/N please. Don’t do this to yourself!”

You shook your head, “No I made up my mind Flash. I’m tired of feeling like I’m supposed to be weak and feel worthless, do you have any idea how many people hurt me? Do you know how many I cried myself to sleep?” You lashed back as you leaned your head on Savitar’s shoulders. “I’m happy being Savitar’s goddess. After all he says he’d given me anything as long as I help stop you besides you all turned your back on him and me.” You say with a snarl as everyone looked shocked from what you were saying as you kept your gaze at Barry.

“Awe see? That’s my girl, she’s not as cute and innocent as you thought huh?” Savitar says as he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I like this version of her.”

Barry was furious as went to attack on Savitar from you as the time remnant hit the ground hard from his blow. “You tried to use her against us, it’s not going to work Savitar. Give it up because you are no god.” He says as Savitar laughed before receiving another blow from Barry, the other slumping onto the ground before looking at you before you pushed the red clad hero aside for Savitar. Barry went to check on the others, hopefully maybe they could talk sense into you.

“No, no, no. Savitar come on, wake up for me.” You say as you bend down to check on him and stroke his face before his eyes snapped open. It made you give a sudden jump of surprise. He looked at you smiled before giving you a small kiss and saying he’ll be back. You watched as what happened next would be the last you’d see of Savitar.

The time remnant counterpart went to take an attack on his present self before a loud bang from a gun rang throughout. Savitar took a step backwards before collapsing as your eyes followed Barry’s, it was Iris. She had shot the one you fell in love with as you quickly ran to Savitar but it was too late as you began to shatter from existence. It was the Barry that loved you because you could never have the Barry who was engaged to Iris.

“Y/N!” You heard someone cry out but ignored it as all the love of your heart was now gone just like Savitar was.

LadyNoir July: Prompt: Patience Secrets

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Prompt: Patience

LadyNoir July

Secrets

Chat watched Ladybug, she stood holding herself. Arms wrapped around her like a protective shield.

He wished to never see her like that, so openly vulnerable and trying to protect herself… from him.

The last Akuma had been a bit difficult. A thirteen-year-old girl that had been caught up in the whirlwind of her parents’ divorce. She had been angry and accused them of only lying to her. Hawkmoth took advantage of her state, and turned her into one of his villains, Truth Serum.

The spy-esque looking teen had carried an oversized syringe of a green liquid that created a mist on contact. It caused people to spill their darkest secrets.

Ladybug had taken a hit for him.

“S-so… now you know…” Ladybug looked away.

Chat’s hand wavered in the air before he reached out to her. Taking step after step until he pulled her into his arms.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He whispered, hugging her to him.

The red clad heroine faltered, tears stinging her eyes. “I… I… haven’t told anyone… I felt ashamed…”

Chat held her tighter, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

She came undone at the action, her face buried into his shoulder. He could feel the heat of her tears and the shaking of her body.

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