#peter: and then the house caught fire but i didn't SET it on fire

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Tony: What’s the one thing I asked you not to do?

Peter: Set the house on fire

Tony: and what did you do?

Peter: I made dinner!

#peter: and then the house caught fire but i didn't SET it on fire #fathers day #marvel #spiderman #iron man #mcu #irondad & spiderson #irondad #irondad quotes #mcu quotes #incorrect spiderman quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect iron man quotes #peter parker #tony stark

[charliedawn]

Caught under the mistletoe

Hannibal family x Reader

Peter was caught off guard when he noticed the mistletoe above the threshold.

He looked behind you and saw his two brothers looking at him with big mischievous smiles. He instantly knew it was their doing.

Hannibal Jr. had decided to go and retrieve Hannibal Sr. for the day, leaving plenty of time for Morgan and Kevin to plot his embarrassment.

He quickly understood Kevin had set up the whole house and Morgan was holding a camera in his hands.

They probably expected you to just reject him on the spot or tell him you didn't want to kiss him.

He tried not to roll his eyes.

However, he was agreeably surprised when you didn't reject or refuse the kiss, you were even the one to engage first.

He thought it would be a simple peck on the lips, something innocent enough that his two brothers would quickly get bored of..But boy, was he wrong.

You grabbed him by the collar and in an instant, you were kissing him with fire.

He wasn't one to deny an early Christmas gift and decided to indulge in the tradition before kissing you back with just as much passion or even more.

Problem was, he got so caught up in the moment, he completely forgot about his two witnesses.

It was finally Kevin who had to step in.

Kevin *laughs awkwardly* : "Hum..Not to be an a** or anything but, the food is gonna get cold."

Morgan *keeps filming*

You addressed Kevin a mischievous smirk before closing the door behind you.

Kevin instantly tried to look for his keys, but realized he had left them inside and so had Morgan.

They had tried to set Peter up, a few minutes outside would make them think twice.

Peter would have normally opened the door for them in the following minute..

But, when you kissed him again, he completely lost it.

At this point, nothing could have snapped Peter out of it and at the end, the two other boys had to wait 10 minutes outside before they were allowed back in.

Kevin was surprised. He was usually the one pranking people, but he got trapped under the mistletoe anyway.

No doubt Morgan was behind this..

Kevin *nervously scratching the back of his head and looking at everything but you* : "Hey. We don't gotta..You know..No worries."

He tried to tell you you didn't need to kiss him, but when you admitted you wanted to, his eyes widened in shock.

"You want to...okay ? Sure. No problem."

He tried to shrug it off as casual, but was literally panicking inside.

Intense mental self-doubt activated.

Kevin is a very nervous boy in general and even though it doesn't show often because of his constant teasing and verbal overconfidence..He would be stunned and excited.

But, he would also be afraid of messing things up and wonder if he shouldn't be the one to just call things off and call it a day.

But, if he really thought you wanted to and felt confident enough ?

He would give it a shot. But, be careful that he doesn't get lost too far into his own thoughts, or it would definitely ruin the experience.

Example: his brain during a kiss.

How does someone kiss someone else ?

Eww. Eww. Ewww...Let's do it again.

Wait. Am I actually enjoying this ?

Nah.

Okay. Maybe. A little.

It would end up with Kevin, making a bunch of random weird facial expressions the whole time, to the point where it would seem like he isn't enjoying himself.

So, verbal praise is always a plus.

You : "...Stop overthinking things and just kiss me."

Him *smiles and nods before indulging* : "Alright, ma'am."

Morgan expected it. Kevin did the same thing every year. It made family reunions awkward and most of the time some family friend would try to set him up with his niece/nephew/cousin..

It wasn't a pleasant tradition for Morgan, but he did enjoy it on rare occasions when Kevin or Peter would embarrass themselves by trying to kiss the most "good-looking" person of the night.

Only to end up with a wet kiss on the cheek from great aunt Jane.

He usually didn't participate in their childish games..However, when he saw you—he immediately called dibs.

Peter : "HEY ! NOT FAIR ! I SAW THEM FIRST !"

Kevin : "YEAH ! WHATEVER THE BABY SQUIRREL SAID !"

Morgan *sighs* : "Alright. Then, shall I speak to father about that time when you both broke uncle Hannibal Jr.' favorite vase and I took the blame ?"

Peter and Kevin : "...."

No need to say. They didn't win that argument and Morgan got full monopoly.

He then approached you and first talked to you before smoothly leading you to the mistletoe he knew was hanging above the fire place.

Morgan *smiles/pretends not to have known it was there* : "Would you look at that ? It seems like a trap was set.."

You *smile back/not buying it* : "A very sweet trap indeed.."

Morgan is very simple and direct when it comes to physical signs of attachment.

If he likes it ? He'll ask again.

If he doesn't ? Friends it is.

But, as he is a man who prefers to rely on what he knows than what he feels, the kiss will be enjoyable depending on how your previous discussion went.

Morgan *stays still for a second or two after the kiss before smiling* : "~Not bad. Not bad at all.."

Hannibal Jr. was set up by his three very very nosy nephews who decided it was their job to find their uncle a good person to kiss on Christmas.

Morgan organized multiple files on each of the guests until they found the ideal candidate: you.

Kevin hung mistletoe over various strategic places he knew would make it impossible for his uncle to miss or deny.

Peter talked to the both of you separately during the event and made sure the two of you would end up alone at the end.

Kevin even slashed your tires so you won't leave too early. Dedication right there.

However, their uncle wasn't a fool and even though he didn't really know what the three of them were plotting, he eventually realized when both of your backs collided.

You turned around and suddenly, he seemed to understand.

He looked up and as he expected, the mistletoe was there.

You looked up as well and your eyes widened for a second before you let out a small knowing chuckle.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention."

He studied you carefully. He had never seen you before..

"Who are you ?"

"I am one of Morgan's co-workers. He invited me. I hope it is no bother ?", you answered and Hannibal Jr. sighed. Of course the boy was behind it all..

"No. Of course not, love."

You blushed slightly at the nickname before looking up once more at the mistletoe.

"Do you want us to kiss ?", you asked and Hannibal Jr. chuckled softly.

"That is how the tradition goes..."

You laughed too and before you knew it, your lips were connected and Hannibal Jr. heard vivid clapping behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Besides, he was enjoying what he was doing far too much to stop.

Finally, to trap Hannibal Sr. under the mistletoe would take incredible time and effort. The man barely leaves his office and to catch him off guard is as rare and unlikely as spotting Santa Claus in July.

It would take the whole family to come up with a plan—including Hannibal Jr.

And to get him on board would already be a miracle.

At the end though, Hannibal Jr. decided it would make a good distraction and an occasion to test the younger Hannibals' skills. So, he allowed it.

He did help them set their father up with one of his co-workers he had invited for the occasion.

He knew you had been single for a while and were living alone. No attachment.

His father would approve, as you would fit better into the family and soon, they were all working on a way to

But, he let the young ones take care of the rest and only sometimes inquired on their plans and gave them some clues or advice.

When the day arrived, you soon found yourself outside with Hannibal Jr. who pretended to have forgotten his drink inside.

You waited. But, he never came back.

Instead, his father did and was surprised to find you alone outside, freezing.

He instinctively took off his coat and gave it to you.

"You poor thing..A charming young lady/man such as yourself shouldn't be waiting here in the dark all on their own."

You hadn't waited that long, but you wouldn't rectify it when the man was acting like such a gentleman.

Hannibal Sr. wasn't the one to spot the mistletoe first, you did.

You looked up and your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the branch hanging above your heads from one of the branch of an apple tree..

The silence made Hannibal Sr. look up at what you were looking at and his own eyes widened slightly before he shook his head and let out a small chuckle of disbelief.

"I swear those boys.."

His eyes then settled back on you and you involuntarily shivered. You weren't cold. But, you had this odd feeling about the man.

He mistook your silence for denial about the mistletoe and sighed.

"If you wish, we could come back inside and forget about it ? It is up to you.."

He wasn't one to push, but you shook your head. He had been nice enough to keep you company. You didn't want to appear rude.

When he leant in, you followed.

But, you were surprised when he lips didn't connect with your lips, but your cheek.

You then blushed when you realized you had expected the other alternative, without even considering this one..

He then lead you back inside and once you were back, he raised your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

It was only when he was gone that you realized he had left his jacket with you.

You were about to call him back when you felt something brush against your fingertips in his pocket.

When you pulled it out, your eyes widened as you realized it was his number..

At the end, the only one who had been trapped was you.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #morgan hannibal x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal family #hannibals #hannibal #kevin hannibal x reader #peter hannibal x reader #Hannibal Jr. x reader #Hannibal Sr. x reader

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

"did you hear that?" With Peter and lucian?? I'm loving them right now

Here's something for the for the vampire prince au I have with Peter, during their early days with Peter's show and Lucian getting closer to the end of his experiments (so, before 2003).

Warning: vampire hunting, blood, injury

On with the fic!

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"You know, there's an impracticability to fighting in leather." Peter muttered as he looked over the gun in his hand, making sure it was loaded and ready to go.

"What do you mean, love?" Lucian asked, gently pushing it down, silently asking him to keep it hidden, just in case anyone saw. They were above ground, in an Austrian city, looking for a group of vampires that he had found out about. They were causing trouble and trying to find a local pack of lycans who were doing their best to stay far away from the war.

Lucian had been asked to investigate and Peter tagged along, because of course he did. He liked the element of surprise of a death dealer who worked for the lycan enemy. That, and he was visiting from Vegas while his stage show was on hiatus for some temporary show the hotel was doing.

"Like, I mean, it's a sexy look, not gonna lie, hence why I'm runnin' around on a stage in leather pants and a coat, but in the heat of battle? Your movements can be restricted, and also, it's hot. Like, literally hot, these clothes don't breathe!" Peter waved his now-free hands about.

"And yet, you insist on wearing a leather jacket?" Lucian smiled, giving the jacket a small tug.

"You can't deny that you love seeing me in it." Peter smirked at his husband. "But I decided jeans were a better choice for tonight-" He has a finger pressed to his lips and frowned, giving Lucian a look.

Lucian frowned and glanced this way and that. "Did you hear that?"

His hand was brushed away and Peter cupped his hands to his ears, before his eyes widened and he shoved Lucian out of the way, just as something impacted with the ground right where the lycan leader has been.

"Fuck!" Peter hissed, his eyes having gone from brown to icy blue, looking everywhere before staring up. "There!" He pointed out as a figure up on a rooftop. The few people out at this house had gone into a panic over someone shooting, this could be trouble.

Lucian nodded at Peter before they split up, running in two different directions. He watched as the figure tried to fire at him again, the bullet just missing the top of his head, instead hitting a car window, setting off the alarm. Getting himself down an alley, Lucian latched onto the wall and climbed, digging his claws into the brickwork, snarling as he pulled himself up quickly. He got to the top of the roof and found the vampire being grappled with by Peter, who didn't have his gun out, but had a dagger.

"You're sided with a dog!" He heard the vampire shout.

"Correction," Peter snipped, struggling to stab at the vampire in the chest, "married."

This seemed to shock the vampire, before they glared deeply, eyes nearly white with rage. "Traitor!"

Peter yelped when he was thrown off and nearly flew off the roof. "Peter!" Lucian cried, seeing him grab at the ledge at the last second.

His shout caught the vampire's attention and the fight was now between them. Lucian wasn't going to transform, he didn't have a change of clothes, but he could still fight. He charged, baring his teeth, and struck the vampire in the face with his fist. He got clawed in return and the took multiple swings at one another, punches and scratches.

Then the vampire screamed when something loud banged and Lucian shut his eyes, tight, at the bright light that happened for just seconds before the vampire was fatty dust before him, like a cremated body.

He looked up, seeing Peter standing there, holding out his gun. "Fuck! That's what these new UV bullets can do!?" He tossed the gun, looking rather terrified, and rightfully so.

Lucian didn't care about the mess before him, he rushed over and held Peter close. "You nearly went over the ledge!"

"I wasn't gonna let a fall break me, babe." Peter replied. "'sides, I'm okay, but fuck! You're bleedin'!"

Lucian touched at his cheek, where he had gotten clawed, one of several spots. "It'll heal."

"Yeah, but you know I hate seeing you hurt." Peter pouted and removed a kerchief from his pocket, patting at Lucian's bleeding cheek, despite the wound already starting to heal.

The lycan looked at his worried husband and smiled a little. "Thank you."

"Nnk, no problem." Peter muttered. "We should, uh, probably go take care of the other vampires, before somethin' else happens, yeah?"

"Right." He nodded, then gave his husband a quick kiss.

--

Personally, I like Peter using melee weapons better than guns (considering he's a dreadful shot in canon), but something about him using the prototype of the UV bullets appealed to me.

He's never firing one again, too scary for a vampire, even one who has sided with the lycans.

#vampire prince au #lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

[saintchaser]

"whatever i've done, i did it for love."

"you're fucking crazy, dorcas."

they laughed, an ugly laugh, spitting their blood on the worn-out floor of the broken-down factory. they pressed harder on the gash on remus' stomach.

sectumsempra. they'd recognize it anytime, anywhere. they had gotten so used to it, a slash and pain, blood oozing out of you rapidly. it was a matter of hours, minutes, maybe, until you were gone.

it was the first time voldemort had been spotted in a while, among his followers. and dorcas was sure, more than anything in the world, that he had caught their eye once or twice.

he had to get rid of them. they had set fire to his house. they had killed so many followers of his, accompanied by alastor moody or not. it was time for him to seek his revenge.

dorcas felt it in their blood, coursing through their veins. they were going to die, that night, in birmingham. whether it was alone or with remus, that didn't matter anymore.

"don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same if it was sirius instead of marlene, lupin. don't tell me james wouldn't have done the same if it was lily."

remus kept quiet, biting his tongue. they were right, he knew it. he would have done the same thing.

seeking for vengeance for a long lost lover.

"go home, remus. you're hurt."

"so are you."

"it doesn't matter." dorcas stood up and winced, hissing in pain. "i have to take them down. you know i have to. and i'll take voldemort, that bastard, down with me too."

and as they pushed the ugly bracelet (the portkey, their only chance at escaping, they stood up just a bit straighter and ran out of the factory, headfirst into the danger, into the claws of death.

"cas!" remus shouted.

but he was gone, safe, in london, and only two months after marlene mckinnon had been killed by peter pettigrew (a secret dorcas took to their grave), dorcas meadowes had been murdered, in cold blood, by voldemort himself.

another warrior off the battlefield. another pawn out of the chess game.

#and remus feels guilty because he shouldn't have had left dorcas alone in birmingham that day #but even if he stayed or not dorcas would have died either way. it was going to happen. dorcas wouldn't give up #remus lupin #remus lupin angst #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadowes angst #my writing #death tw #blood tw

[mystic0idoit]

Magical Siblings

An au where El and Peter escaped, and Peter is now your local murderous older brother who lives without parents.

The great escape had been years ago, El had hid in that closet covering her ears, While Peter murdered everyone. When he came to fetch her, he told her to close her eyes. She did, and they left. They found shelter in Peter's old house, Peter fixed it with his powers as much as he could. The only real problem was the water damage and stuff.

Eventually all of that was fixed as well, Peter stole a shit tone of cash with his powers as well, he learned how to "be an adult" and set everything up to live financially. Eventually El met the Wheelers, wrapping Peter into meeting them. Then they met everyone else.

Peter was a bit overwhelmed, a lot of people, meaning lots of questions. Like why does El have short hair. He lied and said she had surgery requiring they cut her hair. Why El talked like she did? She use to be selective mute due to our parents and trauma, so she didn't and doesn't talk much to learn how to grammatical form sentences.

The greatest fortune was having makeup to cover the need for the biggest lie. The tag, 001 and 011. Every morning he and El covered the tattoo with makeup. It was apart of their daily routine. Other then that they had a great time living. Peter could finally see the need for humans cycle.

It included the happiness within it. After every hard day at the library he worked at (where he stocked books,) Peter had El to watch random movies. They laughed, and were confused. After every meal they both would chat about their days. From El explaining how her game In dungeon and dragons went. To Peter ranting about books he read.

Of course there where some issues. Like Peter hating Mike. "I just don't understand what you see in him, he's...weird," Peter said while El, the girl whose hair finally reached her ears, glared at him.

"He's nice," she said bluntly.

Or when Peter got pushed around by random adults, and El used her powers to hurt them. "You can't do that El, your going to get caught one day," Peter said, looking at the small pouting girl. "He was calling you names," she tried justifying her actions. He sighed and hugged her.

But nothing was worsed then someone picking on El infront of Peter, sadly for the rest of their friends, they had to catch Peter almost murdering the kid.

"Say that again, I will kill you. That isn't a threat, that is a promise, and it will be in the most gruesome way ever," Peter said to the teenage boy after slamming him into a lamp post.

Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, Robin, and all the mini minors where shocked. As far as they were aware, Peter was a golden retriever, a shy one to. This was...not expected.

"A-alright man, just leave me alone!" The kid yelled, Peter dropped him and watched as he tried to run, though Pete used his power to make him fracture his ankle. El then grabbed Peter's hand and smiled at him. Making Peter calm down.

"Thanks," she said, Peter nodded and ruffled her hair. "Only I get to call you a freak," he stated with a proud smile, her smile fell, and she shoved him, using her powers a bit as well to make him move more. He laughed.

One day though, while all their friends came to visit. Peter accidentally used his powers infront of them...all of them. In his defense El was about to fall, onto the iron fire sticks. He quickly used her powers and floated her in the air.

That left them explaining their full truth, it was emotional. Though they did grow closer. "Think of this as a way for us to never be able to leave each other, we all know to much, Jane and Peter are super heros, I'm a lesbain, Eddie is gayer then a fruit salad, Steve is actually a softie, Nancy owns guns and is a badass, Mike is weird, Lucas has something under his bed, Jonathan is indeed a pervert, Will is still chilling in the closet, Dustin is an entire problem, and finally max, the owner of the girlest things." Robin said stating everyone problems and secrets.

"Great, I'm stuck here," Peter stated, making El roll her eyes. From her spot beside him, he had yet to let her go from their hug. She almost died sue him.

"Wait why am I just weird?" Mike asked, perking up. "I don't know Mike, figure it out yourself," Nance said holding Robin.

Overall they had a good life outside the lab.

This au El never opened a portal making it so Will never got taken. So everyone's been chill. Though in the future the Russians do invade with da portal.

#peter ballard #eddie munson #robin stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington #eleven #stranger things fanfiction

[moonlitmeeks]

being friends with the marauders whilst dating remus lupin !

type; headcanons

warnings; v brief food mentions

request; hey! how you doing?? i was wondering if you could do some platonic headcanons of the marauders and maybe the love interest is remus, have a good day! love your work<3 - anon

a/n; hi! i’m good thank u - i hope you are too!! id love to omg,, have the best day!! thank u sm that means the world <3 i hope you like these! i'm testing out a new format and i like how much more detailed it makes these?

the marauders were famous for two things

- the insane amounts of chaos that they brought to the corridors of hogwarts

- and the undeniable strength of their friendship

so in becoming their friends, you knew you wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon

- you were part of their little group, a gathering of five whom brought endless excitement and laughter

- it's literally never a dull day in their company

i feel like i really need to talk about the sorting ceremony, as it's kind of the only event you really need to sit within your houses

- if you're in gryffindor? brilliant. spectacular. you'd sit with them every year and try to guess which house each first year is sorted into.

- peter is scarily good at guessing, he claims he can sense people's vibes before he meets them

- if you aren't in gryffindor, it's not a problem. they'd sneak you onto their table, donned in one of their spare robes and tie so you blend in more

- if anyone was to bring it up, they'd just pretend they had no idea what the other person was talking about

- and if minnie just so happened to miss you wedged between remus and peter? well, then it is what it is.

- other times though, like meals or study sessions, you're always seated with each other

classes together goes just as well as you'd expect

- you've since been banned from partnering with sirius in potions, him having caused one too many explosions for slughorn's liking whenever the two of you were together

- getting told off for talking is just a daily occurrence

- but you and remus have mastered the perfect note passing technique. it's totally foolproof, you haven't been caught once.

- (this comes in handy when you later start dating and want to pass cute love letters back and forth)

you're always welcome in their dorm room, either for a minute or the whole night

- james would be the one frantically cleaning away their mess whilst sirius teased him, because "y/n already knows what we're like, prongs, stop trying to impress them"

- anyways. on the occasions that you would spend the night there, there was the problem of where you would sleep

- there was no way they'd let you sleep on the ground but also. they aren't really about to give up their beds any time soon. so the solution? share a bed of course!

- the first time this happened, you were put with remus, who didn't seem too phased by it

- wrong. this boy was sweating buckets at the thought of you being so close to him in such an intimate and domestic setting

- you'd gone to bed with a pillow barrier, backs turned to one another. but, when you'd woken up, you found the pillows tossed onto the floor and an arm wrapped around your middle

- the other three never let you hear the end of it

though, maybe it was for the best as, sure enough, in your fourth year, you and remus start going out!

- sirius does moan on about dating inside of the group, but he doesn't mean any of it. he just likes to be dramatic. secretly he's your number one fan.

- of course, james is ecstatic. we all know what he's like.

- peter is just so happy for you both, bless him

now, let's focus a little more on dating remus for a bit

- god, he's such a sweet boyfriend

- a lot of your nights end with you two curled up on a couch in the common room before the fire, one of you with your head on the other's chest whispering to one another

- this man has an abundance of jumpers. so go ahead and steal a few, he doesn't care. in fact, he loves it. so so much.

- you help him out as much as you can with his lycanthropy; not only on the actual full moon in your animagus form, but whenever he needs it. if his joints are aching, he has particularly bad injuries, migraines, anything. if you can help out, you will.

- he loves pressing kisses to your nose. that's it.

the dynamic of your group never changes though

- you still all sit together at breakfast, the only difference being remus's arm is now slung over your shoulder as you argue with james about stealing your slice of toast

- pranks are still pulled constantly, no change there. remus will just ensure you never get caught as much as he can. he'll hide you from a teacher's sight if he can. though, this did lead to filch asking him to "stop hiding y/n y/l/n, mr lupin"

- and you, remus, peter and sirius still sit in the stands at far too early in the morning to watch james's quidditch practice

the amount of teasing does increase ten fold, but honestly, you had to have expected that

- peter jokes you two are now the parents of their group, even though you're just as, if not more, irresponsible as they are

- sirius will walk in on you two simply cuddling and claim you need to 'get a room!'

- any time james is teased for his crush on lily, he'll always find a way to make a joke about you and remus, and how disgustingly in love you are

- it's never done out of malice though, obviously

dating remus lupin whilst being a part of the marauders is nice. it's chaotic and exciting, but also soft and sweet.

remus lupin my beloved <3 i rly hope you like this - i rly loved writing them!!!

remus lupin taglist; @thesilverskull @mendesxruel @lilgayn00dle @nightofthelivingpoet @apocketfullofstorms @bazpitchs-violin @neilfuckingperrydeservedbetter @transias @pagetpagetpagetpaget @adoreachilles @wlfstxr @cozyballofanxiety @matte-moony @d22malfoys @ms-heartbreak-queen @kirschtei4n @anderperrysupremacy

marauders era masterlist !

#becca's writing <3 #remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin headcanons #remus lupin x you #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders headcanons #marauders x y/n

[icanseeandtalktoghosts]

Strawberry Snake

Summary: You hate them or do you.

Warnings: Throwing up, food mentions, if there's anything else just message me and ill add it.

Pairings: Future poly!marauders (Peter's just a friend) x fem!reader

Words: 915

You hated them absolutely hated them but not because they bullied you or your friends because although you were in the same grade and in their rival house they never noticed you, like ever. They always saw your friends and house mates but never you it was like you were invisible to everyone but your friends and it absolutely sucked.

They were always handsome and everyone knew it, they would flip their hair if it was long enough or just pretend to do it if it was to short. They would flash a smile to anyone who caught their eye so nearly everyone and would flirt with every girl who they found interesting so never you.

You were sat at the Slytherin table with your head rested on you forearms as your friends babbled about what happened in their classes and ate their dinner, you were about to fall asleep when and blood curdling scream sounded from one of your friends your head shot up in fear and confusion.

You looked at your friends plate slightly while every one in the hall was freaked out about the scream, your friends face was as white as a ghost. Once you got a look at the plate you started gagging quickly scrambling out of your seat with a terrified look on your face, now everyone saw you. You sprinted out of the hall and to the lavatories before you finally threw up the contents of your stomach.

Once you had cleaned yourself up and left the lavatory you slowly made your way back to the great hall to collect your things. When you arrived everyone was still sitting there confused before everyone's heads snapped towards you watching as you made your way to your seat grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag before practically dragging your friends out of the hall.

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You finally made it back to the dungeons falling down on the cold couch with a thud the fire in there really did nothing for the cold. Sometimes you wished that you were in another house just so you wouldn't have to trudge down to the dungeons everyday but others you were glad because no one really tried to come down there without a reason.

You were still on the couch when you began dozing off before the painting swung open with a slight creak to it. You didn't pay it much mind until you heard four sets of footsteps suddenly stop then a blanket was draped over your body and the footsteps scurried up the stairs.

When you woke it was maybe 11 at night and the room was pitch black so you tried your hardest to walk up to your room. Maybe halfway up the stairs you heard the painting door open again and footsteps leaving.

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You were the first of your friends awake so you just made your way to breakfast after getting ready for the day. When you walked into the great hall there was already a bunch of people there but a certain group of four boys were watching you with calculating eyes.

Once you were sat at the table all four of them stood up and stalked towards were you were sat. The all sat around you watching for your reaction, "Hi?" you looked between them all confused, "Are you knew here?" the shortest one asked. You let out a breathy chuckle as you shook your head lightly, "No I'm not new," they all looked dumbfounded for a moment, "When did you start here?" the one with glasses asked, "Same time as you guys, when I was eleven," they all were gaping, "How come we never seen you around?" you shrugged your shoulders, "Well I'm-" the boy was cut of by you tsking them, "I know who you guys are, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter,"

You grabbed a piece of toast as you began to stand up grabbing your shoulder bag, "Don't we get your name?" Sirius inquired and you shook your head, "Nope, see you around boys," you began walking out of the great hall when you bumped into your friends at the door, "Guys if anyone asks for my name don't tell them, thanks," and with that information passed on you left the great hall and headed towards your DADA class.

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You were sat at the back of the class, book open and quill waiting to be dipped in ink. The new teacher was writing their name on the board while everyone filtered into the room, "Good morning class, I hope breakfast was good. My name is Heather Brown but you can call me Professor Brown," she introduced herself and went on with the class. About ten or fifteen minutes into the class everyone was writing down what was on the board when the door swung open and Remus and James walked in with messed up hair and huge smiles-well more smirks- plastered on their faces, the teacher ushered them to their seats and continued writing on the board.

The boys weren't interested in the board much to your dismay as you could feel the piercing eyes of the pair stinging into the back of your skull. You tried to shake off the feeling and continue with your work but eventually it grew to be to much and you just put everything you were using away and got up and left the room while Professor Brown yelled after you.

[sadachmesarthim]

just think about them for a minute:

- i want peter parker, the new boy king of an organized crime unit ben has figureheaded for decades. the entire seaboard adores him - no one knows what's really paying the bills. as far as they know, real estate is booming again 

- i want tony stark, our sweet young man from the city, taking after his father howard doing pro bono defense cases and helping the more unfortunate souls of new york 

- i want quentin beck, disgraced reporter for the bugle, who is this fucking close to being fired if he won't stop going on and on about these old money families the entire city loves and actually find a credible story 

- i want an angry quen beck, heart still aching and shattered, freshly broken up with, ready to spill every single secret about the parkers, and i want tony. poor, sweet, innocent tony, willing to walk right into the parker estate and practically announce that he's there for more evidence. and, because he's a total fucking moron, i want him to get caught.

- i want a peter that likes this little fly he's caught, this... tony stark. a peter that'll play with his food before he eats it. maybe he doesn't keep him - at least not locked in his basement or chained to the wall. but maybe he brings buck & steve over, whispers to them just loud enough for tony to hear. tells them to bring q to the house, however they had to.

- i want a peter that likes this little fly he's caught, this... tony stark. a peter that'll play with his food before he eats it. maybe he doesn't keep him - at least not locked in his basement or chained to the wall. but maybe he brings buck & steve over, whispers to them just loud enough for tony to hear. tells them to bring q to the house, however they had to.

- and maybe they sit tony down in front of quentin, not bound or restrained in anyway - just sitting in front of quentin and watching as peter forces q onto his knees and pulls the bag off his head. and tony .... doesn't want to run. this is just more evidence, right??? and peter is so content, inside, because he knows tony is just a tad bit too interested, and quentin beck is scared as fuck. because he knew he would get caught. he just didn't think it would be so soon. 

- i want peter to sit next to tony as steve and bucky take turns whaling on quentin. i want tony watching, unwavering, as fists fly and blood runs. i want peter watching tony, eyes not leaving the man next to him, absolutely enraptured by his lack of fear. i want peter not at all concerned with the feeling in his gut as he watched tony's eyes get big when he sees quentin spit a bloody tooth out of his mouth. i want tony really fucking concerned by the total lack of fear and self preservation instincts he has within himself throughout the entire thing.

- i want him even more concerned when he doesn't even flinch, not when the two big buff guys are hitting quentin, not when peter stands up. not at all concerned when peter pulls a gun out from underneath his jacket. not when peter glances back at tony from over his shoulder, or when peter clicks the safety off and lines it up with quentin's right temple. not when peter shoots the little rat that got tony here in the first place, not when a fine spray of blood ends up all over his face. not when peter comes to kneel in front of him, safety still off and barrel still warm and gun resting right next to tony's dick what the fuck is this guy doing. not when peter snatches his own silk square from his breast pocket and wipes tony's face off, dabbing away the offensive red stains. not even when peter brings his lips up to tony's ear and whispers "i know you can keep quiet for me, can't you baby?".

- not when the gun is pulled away from his crotch and brought up to his hairline, tip of it dragged so gently from temple to chin. not when peter tips his head up so tony can fully face him, fully meet his eyes. i want the butterflies in tony's stomach when peter uses his loaded gun to force tony to his feet. i want them when peter uses his gun instead of his fingers to draw tony's lips toward his own. i want the catch in his throat when peter's unoccupied hand closes around it, when tony's forced into a box he didn't even know existed. i want the questionable sense of safety that wraps its way around him after the only first night he spends in peters bed. i want the security he feels when the blood is rinsed out of the clothes he wore that day - good as new, it never happened. i want the love he feels when peter buys him a ring - for his middle finger of course, a modestly sized titanium band, with an inscription on the inside 

- i want the emptiness that he feels when peter tells him to never come back to the house. to never contact him again. that he can never come back. i want the tan line that develops around that ring - the feeling of distant ownership that comes with being peter parker's silent boy - i want the raised imprint on his skin - "quiet for me" - that's visible whenever he takes the ring off. he never takes the ring off. and maybe peter still helps fund howards tonys law firm, and helps make it possible for him to take all those pro bono cases and still eat regularly. and maybe he still keeps tony safe from the less desirable people seeking his services, that peter knows would look at or touch or think about him in ways that ,,, set peter's skin on fire. and maybe peter likes it. having his hands around the sweet defense lawyer boy from down the street, even if it's from afar. and maybe tony likes it too. likes keeping peters secrets. likes being his metaphorical kept boy. likes having the physical reminder on his finger that if he were ever to open his mouth, he would end up just like quentin.

- but maybe. maybe it isn't really enough for either of them. so maybe tony fucks up one day and asks to be seen. he knows he's not allowed to come back to the house. he knows he's not allowed to talk to peter again. but he has to. tony has to see him again. so he goes and he insists and that gets him a nice swift punch to the stomach - but he still gets to see peter. and peter waives everyone else away but tony, and they go, and they talk. they talk like lovers 50 years married. they talk like soulmates ripped from each others grasp. tony breaks down and says that he cant stay away. that he'll stay quiet for the rest of his life - that peter can do whatever he wants to him to make sure of it - but he can't just stay away. and peter's heart... it hurts. it aches for the man in front of him because he wants so desperately to keep him.

- and maybe... maybe tony stark, new york lawyer, 28, heir to the stark law firm, goes missing one day. maybe howard and maria are devastated and do everything in their power to find their son. maybe they wake up one morning to a loud knock on the door and an envelope sliding underneath. maybe they open it to a letter from their missing son and a check for $10,000,000. maybe they read a beautifully worded goodbye, a heartbroken apology for abandoning them, but assurance that he's okay. maybe tony spends his days in plush robes and silk shirts and $500 boxers. maybe he has a beautiful collection of collars and bracelets and rings and even crowns that his lover has bought him. maybe he enjoys it when peter comes in with a new circle of gold to wrap around his neck or finger or wrist or head. maybe he likes playing dress-up for his prince. and maybe, just maybe... peter likes spoiling the little fly he caught in his web. he likes putting gold and diamonds and gemstones all over this precious little catch 

- because he loves his tony, and his tony loves him, and the best way to keep him quiet is to keep him close 

inspiration: black treacle - arctic monkeys, suck it and see - arctic monkeys

i know the formatting on this sucks i don’t know how to fix it i’m sorry

#starker #.text #.mine #peter parker #tony stark #quentin beck #idk where this went or where it came from #i'm high #this took an hour ngl #oh well #hope u like it #gun violence #murder

[angst-art-writing]

Burn It Down

TW: Abusive father, addictive substances(drinking, smoking.), fire, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, reference to abuse/torture.

"What do you mean she's gone?"

"I mean exactly what I said! She's gone! Vanished! Out of sight! Do you need more synonyms, dumbass?"

Artemis listened to the voices from below the window she had just slipped out of, recognizing only Tobias's. The other was unfamiliar, but male it sounded. He had been the one to call Tobias a dumbass; Dude must have some big balls.

Artemis set her bow over her shoulder as she began to walk, all while trying to control the shakiness of her hands. She still listened to the two’s conversation.

"How long ago did she leave?" Tobias was asking.

"I don't know, hours? She's long gone-"

Nope, ten minutes.

"Did you check the cameras?"

"We don't HAVE cameras!"

"We should really get on…”

Their voices faded away completely as Artemis headed away from the large building. She found that the room she had been in was underground, an abandoned lab from who knows how long ago.

She exhaled slowly and turned, sticking to the shadows. If anyone asked her about her outfit she could just play it off as a crummy costume from some convention. No one outside of the Reapers would recognize it anyways. Besides, only people who absolutely had to be out were out this early in this city. It was a strict rule to keep your eyes ahead and away from others if you wanted to avoid trouble.

With every step she made down the route to her house, her feet felt heavier and chills shook her whole body, despite the night hardly being cold. She flexed her fingers anxiously. The sun had begun to set already; She was way past curfew. She tried not to think about the consequences she’d be forced to face.

Artemis exited out of the main part of the city, dwelling into the darker parts of it. The parts no one cared about. Shiny windows decorated with plants became guarded with wood and tattered curtains, green lawns turning yellow and shiny toys outside turning into broken, dull ones. There were not many people outside, just people smoking and drinking out in their porches as usual. A thick scent of smoke coated the air. So thick that you could taste it.

Artemis turned on her street, pausing in front of her house. It was old, two-story and decaying. Old broken toys and tools were to one side in a pile, the grass yellowing and dry. An old rocking chair with peeling paint sat still on the porch. One of the windows was cracked and had been ‘fixed’ with wood plastered onto the cracks.

Artemis dug her nails into her palms, sighing shakily as she stepped over the peeling painted gate and headed up to the door, stepping on the old cigarettes littered on the porch. She frowned, pushing away memories of being used as an ashtray, pushing away the faint sting of the burns. She still had the little circular scars.

The door opened with a squeak as she slipped in, shutting the door as quietly as possible. If she was lucky, her father would be asleep still-

"Artemis."

Nope. No luck. There never was good luck, but one could only hope. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

The gruff voice came from the living room. Artemis slowly turned and walked over, standing in the doorway. Jair, her father, sat on the couch- staring at the TV. Artemis didn't look at him either and instead focused on the bottles and cans around, amongst other trash. Her foot tapped quietly on the sticky wood tiles.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She could hear the faint anger in his voice.

Artemis struggled to answer. She just stared down- staring without really seeing.

His voice rose.

"Well?"

"I.." She swallowed and forced the words out, making sure not to stutter. "I got caught. They tampered with my list, and I was caught in a trap."

"Who is this 'they'?"

"They're.. Pa..Peter Fredrick. Peter Fredrick." The lie rolled off her tongue before she could even stop it. She could feel her ears heat up underneath her hair- A dead giveaway that she was lying. Why was she even protecting Paige? She didn't have an answer for herself, just that it felt...

"'Peter Fredrick'," Jair repeated. He finally looked at her, dark eyes glaring. Artemis glanced up and merely nodded. He got to his feet slowly, shaking his head. His eyes were red. "You're still late. You missed curfew. We sent people out to look for you. And you made me, and Vincent, look bad. We stayed up late looking for your sorry ass.”

Artemis looked down at the floor, frozen to the spot. She could hear him moving closer but she didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sorry doesn’t cut it!" He shouted. And right at the end of that sentence a bottle came down upon Artemis's head, shattering. She yelped and crumpled right to the floor, a hand moving her head before a boot slammed into her side- Sending her back into the hallway.

The floor darkened as Jair's shadow loomed over Artemis. Artemis sat there and took it. It was better than trying to reason. It was easier than trying to explain yourself to someone who wouldn’t listen.

----

"Tomorrow morning we're going to the base,” Jair had told her when he was done seething. Then he sat his ass back on the couch and stared blankly at the Tv again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Artemis had snuck out later that night. It was risky, of course. Very risky- especially when he was pissed at her. But she just wanted to clear her head. Desperately, she wanted to return back to the warehouse, for the first time in forever, but Paige was going to be there. Not worth getting caught again.

She dreaded going to the base tomorrow. Jair was bad, yes. But Vincent wasn't drunk and he didn't swallow all his anger away with a bottle and then explode, no. Vincent let it sit, took it out on her and what was worse? He grew to know her. He knew exactly how to get to her, exactly what made her shake and cower. He was so unpredictable, so knowledgeable.

Artemis had ended up a few blocks away with the hoodie of her jacket pulled over her head. She was sitting on someone else's roof, her back turned to where her house was. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she only saw Vincent’s pale eyes.

She wrapped her arms around her torso, barely even noticing her nails digging into herself. Her eyes opened after a second and she saw the ground. She was right on the edge. She didn’t know how long she had been there, just that it was a while. She continued to stare at the ground.

What would happen if she...Accidentally slipped? Hit her head a little too hard..?

She shook her head. She wasn't going to let a rich man outlive her- And she wasn't going to be a reaper forever. Right? A bitter taste filled her mouth and she let that hope die right away. Where else would she go? They would search for her until they found her, and then they’d drag her right back. Vincent’s eyes appeared when she closed hers again. The image of Vincent's blue eyes was replaced by Paige's. She pursed her lips and then hugged her knees to her chest. What would've happened if she had accepted their offer..? But also, what if it was merely a trick?

"Woah, do you see that?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voices down below. She looked to the side and saw two teenagers on a sidewalk, pointing in the direction her back faced.

"Holy shit, is that a fire?"

Fire?

Artemis turned and looked. Her blood turned to ice under her skin.

She got to her feet quickly, her eyes locked on the growing orange glow-her house- Burning in the middle of the night. She then turned and jumped down the roof carefully, sprinting towards the house. She was ten minutes away, but every second counted right now. Dad’s in there.

How did I not notice? How did I miss the smoke? How could I have been so stupid, so fucking stupid- To leave Jair ALONE-

Her boots pounded against the sidewalk as she ran towards her house. In no time, she was there. People were gathered around, peering from their porches and behind their fences. She heard someone say they had called an ambulance, but they'd never be here in time, she knew.

She turned to someone nearby, a neighbor. "Is he still in there? My dad?" She questioned, voice high with fear and uncertainty.

"Yeah-"

Once it was confirmed Artemis ran past their gate and directly into her house before anyone could say anything, directly into the flaming house. She had felt someone grab her arm but she tugged away harshly and went in.

Immediately she was greeted with a powerful wave of heat and smoke, making her eyes water and her nose scrunch. She moved her elbow over her nose, the orange flames licking at her and her vision as she quickly moved through. She took big steps quickly.

"Dad!" She called, her voice muffled by the crackling noise and her own elbow. She shot a glance towards the living room. Nothing. The kitchen- Nothing. The heat turned everything into waves.

Lungs starting to ache and stomach twisting she made her way up the stairs. She went quickly. The ceiling groaned above her and the stairs threatened to split underneath her feet, amidst all the crackling of the flames.

"Dad!" He’s all I have.

She wondered if he could even hear her, or maybe he had ran off already and no one had seen. Her vision was blurred with her own tears as she went for the first door upstairs, his room. She reached for the handle and turned it; Not even minding the sting it sent shooting up her fingers.

"Dad! What're you-" There he was, just in the room. His figure was wavy and danced with the flames, his back facing her. He looked lifeless amongst the live flames. Artemis went forward and then grabbed his arm. No use in asking now, she just needed to get out. Fast.

She heard him tell her something but the roar of the flames grew louder and turned his voice into nothing more than a muffle sound as she hurriedly pulled him out, heading back down the stairs with him. There was the splintering noise of wood as she took another step and she shrieked, her foot sinking down and scraping against the sharp pieces of wood.

Surprisingly, she felt Jair grab her arm in a strong hold and pull her up, skin scraping against the wood yet again. Clenching her jaw and holding her father's arm tighter, she jumped down and began to head back the way she came, but it was hardly recognizable. It was all orange and brighter than before.

All that she could see were big pieces of wood hugged by flames, spiraling and twisting. It was a walk straight into an oven.

Back door.

Turning she led her father through the kitchen quickly, forcing open the back door and into the backyard. The flames had not reached that part, but the heat did. She ran through, past the gate and didn't stop until she no longer felt the intense heat. They paused at a corner of a sidewalk, catching their breath and coughing.

Artemis cast a glance at her father. His arm was red, burned. Artemis wanted to collapse but she held herself upright. Tears streamed down her face and she shook violently. She turned away from their house. The heat of it stung on her arms as if it was still clinging to her. Jair hadn’t said anything.

Her father moved closer, and she didn't move away. He hugged her, but Artemis still felt nothing. She couldn't. She could hear blood rushing in her ears and her heart pounding rapidly still. The fire still cracked behind them and the smell of smoke wouldn’t leave her nose. She fell to her knees and rubbed her eyes.

Jair stepped closer and she sensed him kneeling down with her. She felt his arms wrap around her then, pulling her into an embrace. She wanted to lean into him, relieved they had gotten out alive. But still, she couldn’t find it inside of her to do so. So she just sat there in silence.

"I'm sorry," he said, and all she could do smell was the sour alcohol on his breath.

#writing #oc writing #whumo #whump #whump prompt #sinners and saints #whumpee #whumper

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

Quietly Jaded

Pairing: Omega!Peter/Alpha!Kingpin -- Omega!Peter\Avengers.

Summary: Peter Parker is an Omega masquerading as a Beta. A story of student loans, Avengers wanting Spiderman, Avengers wanting Peter Parker for his Omega status, and Peter just done with them. He doesn't need them - he already has an Alpha. Not the best Alpha but... Well... Fuck.

Tags: Major AU, ABO world, Heats/Ruts, Drug Abuse, Dark Personalities, College Peter, Dubious Consent, more added later.

Part 1

Peter hadn't always been the silent type. It grew on him with time. Losing friends, losing family, it was just easier to not talk than to talk - besides school there wasn't much to talk about.

Not like he could discuss being Spiderman?

With college dreams came college debt and even with grants and scholarships, student loans kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

Legally no one had to know his gender. He didn't act like most Omegas or Alphas so many people presumed he was a beta which wasn't a bother.

Betas were a safe median.

If Peter Parker was a Beta then so was Spiderman. 

Hero's or vigilante's of justice weren't titles Omegas carried. Not that they were incapable but mostly the world was a shitty place and he was safer as a Beta than Omega.

No worries of being snatched.

No worries of his degree somehow being mishandled.

No worries of being treated like a damsel in need of a minder. Modern America, as progressive as any first world country, was still archaic in nature to a Omegas ability to cope outside of a Pack or Alphas knot.

.

It started as a curiosity or so that's how Peter saw it as. The Avengers paying attention to him was... Unneeded but the geek in him was intrigued.

First was Tony Stark aka Iron Man who appeared from nowhere one cool Autumn evening. It was a quiet night, the witching hour, a time where nothing really happened in the never quiet city. Sitting on a swing made from his webs he was eating a sandwich from his favorite bodega. The grandmother of seven never took no for an answer after he had saved her life and that of her children several times over the years and had even knitted him a scarf once.

Peter still had that scarf.

Mask pulled up to sit along the ridge of his nose he had sat staring out into the world with a gargoyle above him for company. 

"You're softer than I pegged you for."

His senses didn't tingle and that alone kept him there, hanging like a booger from an impossibly high building, and taking a much deserved bite from his sandwich. A cuban torta with extra adobo. 

"So. Kid. Got a name?"

Silence.

Peter chewed and ignored the floating man whose stare went from curious to frustrated.

"It's rude to not speak when spoken to."

Shoving the last of his food into his mouth Peter wiped the crumbs from his chin, pulled down his mask, and with a thumbs up, ripped an end of his webbed swing.

Plummeting like a bowling ball down... Down... And with a well-aimed (practiced) web swung himself away from sight. Iron Man wouldn't find him, not when Peter knew of a well hidden niche that he could slip into and not be seen or leave a heat signature.

Something that Iron Man was trying to do and Peter was grateful for his sensitive ears. 

.

Next was Captain America. Decked out in his uniform and shield. It was a pretty wicked shield and one that Peter had caught before it could hit the cyborg that was destroying a nameless street of the city. 

Spiderman ignored the shouts of 'traitor' and the arrows that followed him but Peter was more than a flexible arachnid. He was quite familiar with this street. It was the street that housed a shit ton of kids.

Kids that had loved it when he opened the fire hydrants or handed out frozen pops because Peter loved kids.

Not because he was an Omega.

Hell no.

He just loved kids. Kids loved him and thought he was cool.

Using the shield to block the occasional laser blast - because of course lasers - Peter lead the cyborg away. His webs helped to drag the thing and keep it from swinging wildly but Peter was more than bendy, more than, web's, he was strength and endurance. 

While the others had stopped trying to kill him - yes those were kill shots - Peter managed to drag the hefty piece of machinery away. Feet digging into the concrete, one hand fisting a bundle of his webs as the other held close to a shield that left his hand tingly. 

From the sewers a mass of crab like machines took the Avengers attention and as he finally reached an open area of an eight lane street Peter didn't panic when the cyborg finally broke free. The webbing shredding and as he fell from the slack Peter turned and tucked himself behind the shield in time for a powerful beam to hit the Vibranium and drag him backwards from the force.

Even in the face of death he thought it was cool. So cool. 

This wasn't his first time facing a cyborg. A giant imitation of a man decked out in weaponry with a human brain attached in its center. Cyborgs bled green and their eyes were yellow pinpoints of awareness. 

Cool but creepy. 

Very creepy. 

With one hand he sent out a web, latched onto a bus and swung it towards the cyborg that put all its attention to the massive vehicle, using each arm to fire laser beams - still so cool - missing Captain America's shield that hit where the brain sat.

Right side, 8 inches from the center, shield at a 70° angle.

A stream of green blood - plasm - and brain matter coated the streets. The shield hit the ground at a roll and lodged into the side of a brick building. A hair's breadth away from the man who had aimed arrows at his head.

Peter was sad that he missed. Not that he couldn't have killed the man but Spiderman had an image to keep up and he was sure kids were peaking through blinds. 

If Hawkeye stared at the shield with wide-eyed 'what the fuck', Peter accepted that as payment.

Asshole.

Had Peter been... Well... Nicer... He would have thrown himself back into the fray helping the Avengers finish iff the crab robots except Peter wasn't that nice and he wasn't that forgiving.

Padding to the twitching machinery Peter took a moment to web himself a mat on the ground and take apart the cyborg. He was quick, knowing exactly what he wanted and where to find it, bundling it in his own web Peter pulled up the edges and folded the edges together and without a backwards glance he left. 

Fuck the Avengers.

.

As Spiderman Peter had the nasty habit in bumping into random heros with hero size complexes and it got to the point where he just waved at the several who tried to stalk him. 

They weren't as stealthy as they thought they were.

As Peter Parker there was no Avengers just debt and homework. The two worlds very rarely collided. Peter Parker was a nobody... Well... He was on the Deans List and top 12% of the university when it cam to grades even if his attendance was far from stellar. 

Thankfully he had made a friend with a doctor who wrote really nice perfectly excusable doctor notes. 

He had done the math. It would be a 2.8% chance he would catch the eyes of anyone Hero related. Nothing he did as a regular schmoe would catch anyone's attention. 

Really.

Honestly.

Of course he never fraction in his own Parker Luck. 

Fuck his Parker Luck and Fuck his inability to think properly after a near 27 hours of no sleep and a lab all to himself. At 1am he had the building to himself and the key card to prove it! 

At 1 am and still wide-eyed with a brain that wouldn't shut off, Peter shouldn't have been allowed near anything that contained chemicals besides H2O. Instead he had 2 walls dedicated to his scribbles with a rainbow of color - thank you crayola - a pyramid of Styrofoam microwaveable ramen and a teetering tower of hot pocket boxes, and a keurig. 

He had an unlimited - well half a box left - of hot chocolate to tide him over and a bag of mini marshmallows to keep the shakes away as he worked on his thesis. Technically his thesis was typed, edited, and awaiting a last read through BUT he was stuck. 

He was so close to creating the perfect drug that he was vibrating with a desperate energy as his friends - the machines scattered around the room - worked to show him if his calculations were correct or he had to start again. 

Staring at the board Peter needed to distract himself from the whirring and beeping. Headphones in place he jump started his bluetooth and filled the silence with his google playlist set to play his thumbs up.

As it was so late and he was alone in the building Peter didn't think singing along to his playlist would be a big deal. Being an Omega he had few quirks that were... Questionable. 

Omega's were notorious for their allurement beyond their scent. Many were artists, creators of music, rhythm, designers, they were architects, chefs, Omegas were once considered Sirens and Muses of the God's... While Peter could sketch and recite the periodic table backwards and forwards he could sing.

There was something about his voice that could draw attention or put someone to sleep if he so wished. A lullaby sung softly and with his will alone he could hush a colicky baby in minutes much to the relief of the parents he had babysit for. 

Peter blamed Toni Braxton. 

Peter blamed the open windows to the lab.

Peter blamed the chaos that happened less than a mile away from the University and the Hulk that somehow broke away from the group and all but bulldozed himself to the lonely building off set from the rest of the school. 

Peter blamed... Well... He blamed Tony Stark for being a nosy douche of a man and tuning into the voice singing a very heartfelt rendition of un-break my heart. 

Outside the lab Tony watches as the Hulk shifts back to being just Bruce and the man is swaying, "Omega." 

Tony's gaze swivel down to where Bruce is laid out on the ground, dazed. "What?" Had he heard the man right.

"Hulk..." It was difficult to speak so soon after a change but Bruce managed one more word, "Omega." And it didn't take much to put two and two together and Tony moved until he was hovering by the only window lit out of the building.

Hair a mess, clothes askew, ass perched on the a desk, sat a young man staring at a dry erase board and hands moved with each dip and rise. The boy was moving, a dry eraser in one hand and a purple marker in another as he wrote a different scribble. 

Tony was smart, brilliant even, but even if he squinted he couldn't make out what was written. There was numbers with familiar sequences but even JARVIS who had scanned the room was at a lost and suggested the scribbles were a code.

Quiet filled the room and he took that moment to shush his team and soon another song had the younger man humming, head nodding to a beat.

"Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list Send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd In these times of doing what you're told

Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart..."

Maybe he was just tired but Peter didn't feel the eyes watching him. There was no warning from his spider senses just a quiet madness as he darted through the room. The keurig churning out hot chocolates and fueling the madness of no sleep and rainbow scribbles.

.

A.M. comes with bright lights and failure.

It was tempting to swipe the board clean but Peter was passed out under the only desk that would block out the sun with his lumpy backpack as a pillow.

It's an awkward way to sleep but Peter isn't picky. He's slept in worse conditions, even upside down once, and he had a 48 hour hold on that particular lab. 

The click of the door unlocking doesn't wake him. The tap of heeled leather Oxford shoes doesn't wake him as said shoes stroll through the room until they pause right where he was sleeping. 

Eye's hidden by sunglasses worth more than all the textbooks he was sleeping on, Peter didn't notice the frown on the man's face or the flurry of texts the man was sending before he crouched and woke Peter with a gentle nudge.

What did wake Peter was his alarm on his phone. A far too loud alarm that startled him enough he jerked awake, banging an elbow and his head on the desk. Swearing a storm, mind addled by sleep, Peter fumbled for his phone and dropped it.

Blinking at the pair of dress shoes, Peter held his breadth as he looked up... And up... Into familiar brown eyes. "Who the fuck are you?"

An eyebrow arched, "Everyone knows who I am."

No. Spiderman knew Tony Stark. Peter Parker could care less. "Are you lost?" 

"Nope." The man rocked on his heels, eyes gazing around. "Came to see you. Interesting finding someone like you here of all places."

Peter frowned, "I'm not squatting. I wouldn't be the first person catching a nap trying create something big."

"Big hu?" His hands slipped into his slack pockets, "the hot pockets are shit for your metabolism by the way."

"They're cheap and I'm broke. I'm guessing you wouldn't understand the concept of broke." Peter tried to lay back down and cover his eyes with his arm, legs folded. 

"Yet with no full-time job you somehow have managed to chip away at your student loans. I'm impressed."

A warning buzz settles over him and Peter keeps himself as nonchalant as he can unwilling to give the Alpha the show of panic that he felt. "This is a school of side hustles. Take your pick and leave."

A moment passes in quiet but Tony doesn't leave. Why would he? "Quite rude." The man murmurs, "Is that anyway to..."

"Leave before I call security." Peter interrupts, "You're a strange old man alone in a room with a sleeping student, only perverts stay where they're not wanted."

"Pervert? Pervert!"

"Yes. Pervert." Arm dropping away Peter made a point to glare into the yellowish hue of the glasses. "I've asked you to leave and you refuse. You are not my professor or the janitor. This is my lab and either you picked the lock or bribed someone and I'll be sure to tell the Dean that a creepy old man was allowed into his building to harass a student."

"Actually this is my lab. I own this building." Tony expected some form of recognition instead he got snark. 

"Did you piss on the wall or write your name on it like a petulant child?"

It's not often that Tony finds himself without words but his lips part in surprise before. He lets out a whoosh of air shakes his head. "For an Omega you're a mouthy little thing."

The quiet is met with Peter blinking and Tony waiting. If Peter was smart he would have immediately denied any accusation or stood in righteous anger... Instead the younger man laughed. "That..." Peter folded his hands on his stomach and grinned, "is quite a compliment thank you." Tony frowned and Peter batted his eyelashes. "I'm pretty enough to pass for an Omega has to be the nicest thing anyone has said to me this semester."

"Just this semester?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Yep." 

The quiet stretched far longer than was comfortable and Tony sighed, "I have a proposition for you."

"No."

His carefully constructed speech and patience flew out the window as he was interrupted, "No?"

"No." Peter repeated, slowly. "N. O." He spelled out just in case.

"No? You can't tell me no."

"I can, I did, and I don't care." Peter frowned before he unfolded himself and crawled out from under the desk and brushed the dust off his wrinkled two-day old clothes, "Alphas who can't accept a no and argue over the word are a danger to society." Tony wasn't sure how someone that wasn't eye level could make him feel small.

"Do you know who I am?" The kid arched a brow, took a step back, and eyes him from the tips of his shoes to his perfectly coiffed hair. 

"Yes." Tony preened, "You're a misogynistic ass hole who thinks you can walk into my lab unannounced and get away with harassing a student and bringing up genders as if the position of my scent glands justifies your casual dismissal of my constitutional rights. You can't belittle or coerce me into agreeing to anything you have to say based on your purse strings or that you imply ownership on a building that was built from multiple donations. If I was an Omega I have every right to kick you in the nuts and get away with scratching your eyes out."

Tony's lips pressed into a firm irritated line.

"Seeing as I'm not I'll just settle for telling you to get the fuck out of my lab or I will scream murder. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy, so keep your paws off my no-no spots."

It was unexpected, Tony twitched as Peter's hands touched him - shoved him really - right out the door. Tony would never admit to sputtering or tripping over his own feet as he was pushed out the lab and the door firmly locked behind him. 

Confused and slightly embarrassed he adjusted his blazer and nonchalantly walked away. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy... the words are like oil and water, his skin tingles where the younger man's hand roamed, the heat that made that primal part of his brain rear up and whisper Omega.

Spiderman was an escape. 

There was times when he could swing away his worries with dizzying feats of near deaths, the adrenaline rush doing more for him than any drug on the market. 

There was times, like that morning, when he would climb to the highest point, tuck himself into a corner, and hide. He was a millennial with a safe space and it was the safest space to exist in N.Y. 

Just him and the pigeons. 

Times like this he wondered how far he could fall without instinct there to make him survive and carry on another day? 

Curling in on himself he hugged his knees tight to himself and let the tears fall. It wasn't often that he cried but when he did it was usually quiet and when he was alone. No one could see him weak, no one could see him break, no one could... A trumpet broke his depressive silence. An unexpected noise at an impossible height except it was a drone. 

The four propellers were whisper quiet and a white flag waved in the wind.

"Fuck." Summed it up.

A 3d hologram appeared and it was the image of Princes Leia kept him sitting, curious, vs jumping off the ledge. "Hello itsy bittsy spider."

Peter narrowed his eye's and flicked out a web, the drone was quick to swerve.

"You're cordially invited to attend a gathering..." Diving off the building was a better option than listening to Tony Stark invite him to a Tea Party as if they were friends. You don't forgive people who tried to kill you.

Especially if they didn't apologise.

Especially if they stalked you.

.

Since being bitten by a radioactive spider like some weird comic book character, Peter had gone through physical and mental changes. Presenting as an Omega had come later, in fact his first spike of heat happened during a particular difficult battle with none other than Kingpin himself.

It had been a gory fight with Peter having to plow through layers of underlings from normal everyday thugs to enhanced goons that were blood thirsty to get the bounty Kingpin had put on his head.

It was a hefty bounty too.

Just enough where Peter contemplated killing himself off for profit. Kingpin had been his usual boastful self and holding a weapon that was more sci-fi than the usual glock.

They had stood in a penthouse that had made him hyper aware he was dripping blood on the cream-colored carpet and the beautiful statues were judging him. 

Kingpin had a spiel like all super villains and Peter had listened as his mind raked over how he would survive this encounter when the A.C. kicked on. Cool filtered air pushed from the vents, Peter had shivered as it passed over his heated flesh that peaked from the patches of bare skin, it had taken moments for that devilish curl of the Kingpin's lips to unfurl and something else come forth.

Kingpin was a force of human nature. Built by weights and sheer spite. He was aggression, darkness, he was the devil amongst demons, he was a pendulum that swung between the dark side of the underworld and the light side of a family man. 

Most importantly. 

Kingpin was an Alpha. 

An Alpha tied to a Beta and a son.

Dark blue eyes shifted, bleeding red before the massive bulk of a man lifted the gun and fired a single shot. The sizzle of the blast prickled the side of his face as the beam shot over his shoulder and the thump of a body falling told him that his spider senses were off. 

Peter had studied many things but Omegean Biology wasn't one of them. He knew the fundamentals like many but the liquid fire that pooled at the base of his spine and slithered its way up left him standing rigid and an ache between his legs had him hissing.

Peter didn't remember closing his eyes, he didn't hear Kingpin move, his senses were so out-of-order he flinched when a large hand settled atop his head. "Shhh." Peter felt himself tugged into Kingpins girth, it had made him tremble and a whine had escaped him.

Later. Much later. Peter would learn that the man who was intent on killing him had cuddled him on an impossibly massive bed, the Alpha crooning, hands that could bend steel caressed him like a lover would, and for three days helped him through his first heat.

"Call me Wilson. Wilson Fisk."

Awareness had come in doses. The feel of soft cotton against his bare skin, the slick between his thighs, the ache somewhere deep and personal, classical music played in the background drowning the hitch in his chest, relief had been a burst of gratitude as shaky fingers touched the familiar texture of his torn mask.

The stretchy fabric cover his nose an encircled his cheeks and curved along his brow, seemingly glued to his skin. Hair, ears, lips, and chin were as exposed as the rest of him.

Before Peter could sit up a hand came from no where and settled on his chest, thumb and finger digging into his collarbone as he was pushed back into the mattress.

Pliant.

Weak.

A mess. 

Kingpin was a solid presence he hadn't noticed until that moment. Hard naked lines with impossibly wide shoulders and solid smooth skin with not a hint of hair except for two perfectly sculpted eyebrows that furrowed in contemplation. "Where do we go from here Spiderman?" 

It had been when that hand slipped and encircled his throat did Peter feel his body involuntarily move. Legs splaying openly and back arching as a familiar haze of arousal overwhelmed the need to run.

Wilson was an exceptional lover. His first Alpha, his first Knot, Peter never expected to be the Mistress of his arche nemesis, he didn't expect to have heats that were bursts of short frequent intervals, he didn't expect the open invitation to spend it with the Alpha, and he didn't expect the absolute possessiveness of Wilson or just how much control an Alpha like Wilson had over an Omega like Peter. 

"Save the world but you will not interfere with my organization and you will be my most prized possession."

It was a story twisted by biology, twisted by the illogical logic of an emotion one could say was love if you squint, and the reason Spiderman dressed as a different character jumped from the side lines and into traffic, using his strength to flip a car that was chasing the Kingpin. 

It rankled something deep that the urge to protect made him feel like a villain and the mocking laughter of Kingpin getting away hit him hard. 

Fighting The Avengers to keep the Alpha alive had never been part of the plan, watching the chase from a random store front window, hearing the helicopters, it was a spur of the moment decision to steal a face bandana with a skull smile and a pair of polarized wide swimming goggles.

Running fast and hard he didn't use his webs and instead focused on his natural talent and that primal urge to protect the knot-head responsible to keep him blissed out for his next upcoming heat.

Toe to toe with Captain America and the Winter Soldier was... Thrilling. As Spiderman there was an awareness of maintaining his cool but as a stranger with a cheap mask and flannel shirt Peter could catch the Winter shoulders Vibranium arm and force the man to the ground before kicking Captain America's shield and tossing the pompous soldier away like a rag doll.

Peter's body moves on auto pilot as he flips backwards and moves with grace and fluidity as a mess of weaponry aim for him. Between Iron Man's blasts, Hawkeyes arrows, Black Widows bullets, Peter feels like he's dancing on the edge of death and it leaves him feeling hot and aroused. 

Slipping beneath an abandoned truck he sticks his hand on the underside and with hard pushes against the asphalt he uses the truck to plow through what traffic is left and holding his breadth Peter pushed up with his leg and the truck flipped, the roof smashing on the ground and catching sparks.

Letting out a whoop, his flannel shirt wafting in the air he grinned behind the mask as he surfed for a stretch of time before coming to a halt and with Iron Man trailing him Peter ran.

Hard.

Fast.

Through the city.

Forcing the Avengers to chase him and not Kingpin.

More later...

*Part 2*

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Young Sirius Black x Reader!!

Stolen Star

summary: You and Sirius have been best friends for a while, but what happens when he gets sick of burrying his feelings for you?

warnings : fluff, liiiiight smut, i may have spelt words wrong?

This was a regular evening you spent with your friends in the chilly Gryffindor common room, late November, gathered by the fire and goofing around as you all had done for years previously. It was your 6th year, finally. As the night rolled by, the laughter became more contagious, and smiles widened to what witty thing James was going to say next. Remus and Peter sitting on the floor laughing at him. Lily hiding her face, embarrassed of her choice of a man. And you and Sirius. Like always, together.

You and had grown up a few houses down from James, so entering Hogwarts wasn't lonely. He made friends quickly, but you didn't. You were very independent, that’s why most people found you intimidating. But James understood that and introduced you to the infamous marauders, who became your family faster than anyone imagined. The entire group was inseparable; you, Lily, James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius went everywhere together. But you and Sirius moved as one. But you and Sirius, you moved as one. From the moment he met you, he knew you were going to be important to his life.

You were sitting with James during dinner, it was the first night of Holiday break after exams, and your parents went to Ireland to go visit a sick fired, so you were forced to stay at school. James' parents learned fast that having James at school as much as possible was most beneficial to their stress levels, so he was also spending holiday break at school. You were eating your pudding, laughing at James’s fail of a paper snowflake when a small lanky boy with messy black hair sat across from the both of you. You looked up immediately, his grey eyes we're playful and guilty (of what, we do not know) and had was looking rather mischievously at James when you caught his eye. ”Mate” he threw a pea at James’s temple ”Whos that?” he side-eyed you. Are you joking? You were right there. ”Are you serious right now?” He snickered ”Yeah, yeah I am, Who are you?” Then you remembered. It’s Sirius Black, he pantsed a 5th year and got hung up on a flag pole. You’ve heard things about him; absolutely not one thing good. You smirked lightly and said ”I could tell you..” you trailed off and loaded for a spoon with pudding. ”Or, I could just” and you wanted the gushy chocolatey mess directly onto his cheek. James boomed milk out of his nose and hit the table laughing uncontrollably. You got up and walked away, hearing a distraught yet entertained Sirius equal ”Oui I like her, she's got spice!” All break, Sirius bothered you, trying to get to know you better. You eventually gave in.

And now here you are, years later and closer then magnets. Your personalities complimented each other, and you absolutely adored each other. Of course, you thought of Sirius as more than a friend, the sexual tension between you two was astronomical, but you knew he thought of you as a sister. As the night went on, Sirius’s arm never left your shoulder. This hand always found its way to your knee. And he was constantly looking back at you, to see your reaction to things he and his idiot friends were doing. It was late, you were tired ”Lils, I'm going to bed, come with?” you gestured at lily with your fingers, she grabbed them and you both waved goodbye to the boys. Giving them hugs and goodnight messages. ”Night Sirius, ill see you tomorrow.” He smiled at you and kissed your hand ”Goodbye doll, I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow, saving your seat.” And with a wink, you were up the stairs in bed, sleeping soundly after a long lovely night with the people you love.

*Sirius POV*

There she goes, the girl with the perfect wink, the perfect smile, the perfect shoulder to rest on, the perfect everything. Sirius had it for you bad, for years now, how could he not. All his mates knew, the people who saw you knew, and the ones who didn't, wouldn't take long to figure it out. He was going to tell you that night, he swore. After your foot disappeared from the stairs, the other three boys gave him quite the nag. ”I recall some cocky bastard declaring he was going to confess to a certain Y/n how he felt tonight, hm?” James poked at your rib. ”Yeah pads, it's killing us, and I bet it's killing her,” Remus said roughly. Remus and James passed an upset Sirius, bumping their shoulders with his and heading up their dorm. Peter followed quickly, giving Sirius an empathetic look. Sirius stood there for a minute, thinking how stupid he was, Y/n is a perfect girl, if she doesn't like him she doesn't like him and that's that. But it's killing him and everyone around them to see they're flirting goes unsolved. He knew what he had to do.

*back to reader*

You some up late the next morning, around 10. You missed breakfast, and Lily was sitting on your bed, looking at you and beamed when your eyes opened. ”Good morning Y/n, Sirius is waiting for you down in the common room, had said rake your time.” You rubbed your eyes and waved her off. You out on one of your casual skirts and your usual Sunday jumper, Y/f/c of course, it brought out your eyes. You pulled back your hair in a messy low bun, leaving strands out to frame your face. You skip down the stairs to see Sirius waiting on the couch. You tap his shoulder and are greeted with a bright smile. “Lauren” he grins standing up and picking you up, throwing your body over his shoulder and out of the portrait hole. “Sirius!? Where are you taking me” you begin picking his back and kicking. “Love, it would be so much easier if you just trusted me and waited” he patted your bum and you hit his spine. He set you took you up the astronomy tower. “So you mean to tell me you got me out of bed and carried me like a sack of potatoes, to a tower to be used during the night, in the afternoon?” You liked at him confused; “Y/n can’t I just have no excuse to hang out with you? is it that big of a deal that I just wanted hang out” he turned away sounding annoyed. You walked up slowly and put your hand on his shoulder and turned him around “Sirius is there something wrong? I’m sorry, we hang out all the time I just didn’t know why you brought me here” she looked at him, in a way that made his heart wrench. He took her hand in his and with the other brushed the strands from her face “Y/n” he looked into your soul with those grey eyes “I need you to close your eyes for my love, trust me?” you did, blindly. Closing your eyes was intimidating, the second your eyes shut, your heartbeat sped up, and you knew he could hear it. you felt his face grace your jawline and baby hairs and suddenly, soft lips were on yours. you were breathless for a second, so was he. this was it. you wrapped your arms around his neck and back and parted your lips inviting him in. he took the opportunity with a low groan from the back of his throat. his hands hastily roamed your waste and hips, bring them closer to his core. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth, teasing you. His right hand began roaming the front of you, but stopped under your breast and tremored back down to your stomach. you broke the kiss to move his hand back up to cup your breast ”you can do that you know” you blushed. He looked down in amazement then back into your y/e/c eyes ”doll, I’m in love with you.” “Sirius, I love you” you whispered, that set him off. he picked you up by your thighs and drove you up the stone wall, holding you up and kissing you monstrously. you but your fingers in his hair and pulled it. Sirius let out a weak moan as he began creating friction between your womanhood and his member. you could feel his heat, and you were sure he could feel yours. you pulled his hair harder, rolling your hips into his, creating a sloppy, moaning mess. you’d never had sex, but you were ready for him. you’d been ready for him. you began taking off your shirt, but to your surprise, he set you down. you looked up at him in shock and confusion, but before you could question him he put his index finger in front of your mouth and smiled “there’s no rush Y/n, I’m taking my time with you.” You spent The remainder of the day up in the astronomy tower, sharing stories of how you almost told each other of your true feelings, and the memories you shared that were romantic, and every thought or feeling that you’ve ever had with each other. you were in the middle of kissing, Again (why wouldn’t you be its mother trucking Sirius black) when you heard to victory giggles from the stairwell. “ FINALLY! HALLELUJAH!” James cry it out, well Remus stayed by his side looking giddy. James walked over to Sirius and punched him in the shoulder “ Atta boy, knew you’d do it, you too need a good snogging” Remus came over and pulled James away and began ushering him down the stairs.

#sirius balck #harry potter #harry potter fluff #harry potter smut #young sirius imagine #young sirius black #young sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius x reader #harry potter fanfiction #ben barnes #the marauders

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Duke's Monsterween: Hocus Pocus

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome Back To Duke's Monsterween...

Where Today On Duke Reviews Xtra We Start Our Halloween Look At Disney...

By Talking About Disney's Halloween Classic, Hocus Pocus...

This Film Is About A Teenager Named Max Dennison (Played By Omri Katz) Who Along With His Love Interest (They're Not Exactly Boyfriend/Girlfriend Yet) Allison (Played By Vinessa Shaw) And His Young Sister, Dani (Played By Thora Birch) Bring Back 3 17th Century Witches, Winifred (Bette Midler), Mary (Kathy Najimy), And Sarah (Carrie Bradshaw) Sanderson Back From The Dead...

So, With The Help Of A Boy Trapped In The Body Of A Black Cat Named Thackeray Binx (Played By Max Goof) They Must Stop The Witches Before Midnight On All Hallows Eve Or Else All The Salem Will Be Doomed...

Will They Succeed?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Hocus Pocus...

The Film Starts In The 17th Century When A Human Thackeray Binx Awakes To Discover That His Sister Emily Is Being Lured Into The Woods By Witches...

He Tells His Brother Elijah To Get His Father And Summon The Town Elders While He Follows Emily To The Witches Hideout...

There We Meet 3 Old Witches Named The Sanderson Sisters Who Intend On Getting Emily To Drink Their Potion So They Can Steal Her Lifeforce To Become Young Again..

But Before They Can Get Emily To Drink It, Binx Reveals Himself To The Sisters And Dumps Their Potion In Their Cauldron On The Ground...

But Despite Doing That Binx Is Too Late, Emily Has Dranken The Potion From Winifred's Mixing Spoon. Blasting Binx With Force Lightning, Winifred And Her Sisters Steal Emily's Lifeforce And Become Young Again Or Younger As Winifred Puts It ...

As For Binx, They Transform Him Into A Black Cat Before Being Invaded By Binx's Father And The Town Elders Who Proclaim Them To Be Witches And Have Them Hanged Until Dead....

But Before They Are Hung Winifred Proclaims That On All Hallows Eve, A Virgin Will Bring Them Back, And Then, All The Lives Of The Children Of Salem Will Be Theirs...

Fast Forwarding A Few Decades Later, We Meet Max Dennison And His Love Interest Alison Who Are In A Class Run By The Nun Who Raised Jake And Elwood Blues...

Who I'm Surprised Didn't Hit Max On The Head With A Ruler Because Of His Talk Of Halloween Being Run By The Candy Companies..

But When Alison Proves Him Wrong By Talking About The Historical Facts About Halloween, He Gives Her His Phone Number Only For Alison To Give It Back To Him A Couple Minutes Later After Class...

Swing And A Miss...

After A Scene With 2 Stereotypical High School Bullies, Max Starts Missing His Home In Eerie, Indiana

Oops, I'm Sorry, I Made A Mistake There, It's Actually California...

But When His Sister, Dani, Interrupts His Brooding And Says That He's Taking Her Trick Or Treating This Year Because Their Parents Are Going To A Party This Year...

Yeah, Don't Bet On It, Kid, Coronavius Cancelled Halloween This Year...

Refusing, Dani Tells Their Parents, Who Force Max To Go Anyway...

But When They Do They Have A Run In With The Bullies, Which Causes Max To Get Mad At Dani Only For Max To Open Up To Dani On Why He's Been Moody Lately Which Leads The 2 To Make Up...

After That, They Come Across A Huge House Which Is Actually Owned By Allison's Parents Who Are Throwing A Halloween Party That Night, Leaving Allison On Candy Duty...

With Dani Embarrassing Max On The Fact That He Likes Allison's Yabos...

Which Is Technically A Long List As Tom Cruise And David Duchovney Apparently Like Them Too..

Allison Reveals That Her Parents Used To Run A Museum On The Sanderson Sisters When She Likes Dani's Costume, But They Closed It Down, When Weird Incidents Started Happening...

(Start At 1:22, End At 1:41)

Max Asks To Go, In Effort To Make A Believer Out Of Believer Out Of Him, So, Alison Goes To Change...

But Despite Max Wanting To Go, Dani Doesn't As She's Scared Of That Place, But They Compromise With Max Promising That Next Year They'll Go As Peter Pan (With Tights) And Wendy...

Going Into The Place, They Turn On The Lights And Look Around The Place, Eventually, Max Discovers The Black Flame Candle Which Is What Will Bring The Sisters Back To Life...

With Max Saying Maybe They Should Light It And Meet The Witches Themselves, He's Attacked By Binx, But That Doesn't Scare Max Off, Despite Allison And Dani Wanting To Leave...

But Still, Max Lights The Candle...

With The Floor Shaking, Lights Transforming Into Candles And A Fire Starting In The Fireplace, The Sisters Are Back...

With Winifred Wondering Who Lit The Black Flame Candle, Mary Starts Smelling Children, Leading The Sisters To Dani, Who Tells Them That They've Been Dead For 300 Years Before They Grab Her...

Max Tries To Help But Winifred Ends Up Blasting Him And Tossing Him Against The Wall Before Lifting Him Up...

Luckily Though Allison Saves Dani From Mary Who Then Whaps Winifred With Her Candy As Binx Attacks Winifred So Max Can Get Dani And Alison Out So He Can Enact His Burning Rain Of Death Plan By Using A Lighter To Activate The Sprinklers...

Confronted By Binx Who Reveals To Max That He Can Talk, He Tells Max To Get The Spellbook Before They Go, Which He Does Before The Sisters Realize That The Burning Rain Of Death Is Actually Water...

Now, There Are Alot Of Questions And Complaints That Some People Have With This Movie But I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry This One Just Ticks Me Off...

If Binx Could Talk, Why Didn't He Say Anything For All Those Years?..

And To Answer That, Let Me Ask You, The Viewer, A Question, What Would You Do If You Saw A Talking Cat?...

Would You Sit Down And Talk With Him Like An Average Ordinary Person?

Or Would You Run For Your Freaking Life Like He Was Casper, The Friendly Ghost?

If You Picked The First Answer, Congratulations, You're Officially A Moron!

Because If There's One Thing I've Learned From Movies And T.V. Shows Involving Mutants Or Beings With Amazing Powers, It's That People Fear Things That They Do Not Understand

Taking Max And The Girls To A Graveyard Because The Sisters Can't Set Foot On Hallowed Ground, Binx Explains Everything To Them While Also Revealing That After He Was Turned Into A Cat, He Waited For His Life To End So He Could Be Reunited With His Family....

But Winifred's Spell Came With Immortality, So, He Decided To Use It To Prevent A Virgin From Lighting That Candle...

Shortly After That, The Sisters Arrive On Their Broomsticks And Attempt To Go After The Book, But Realizing They Can't Due To Them Being On Holy Ground, Winifred Casts A Spell Which Brings Back Her Former Lover, Billy Butcherson...

I Wonder If His Modern Day Ancestor Is Billy Butcher From The Boys?

Who Winifred Caught Cheating On Her With Sarah, So She Poisoned Him And Sewed His Mouth Shut So He Wouldn't Reveal Her Secrets Even In Death..

Returning As A Zombie, Winifred Orders Him To Go After Max And The Girls Who Are Now In A Sewer With Binx...

As The Sisters Board A Bus With A Horny Bus Driver, Who Promises To Take Them To Where Children Are, Max And The Girls Get Out Of The Sewers After A Fake Death For Binx To Warn A Fake Police Cop Who Pretends To Be A Cop About The Sisters...

To Which There's A Complaint That I Agree With The Fanbase On...

Meanwhile, We Get A Brief Cameo By Both Garry And Penny Marshall Before The Sisters Realize That All The Small People In Costumes Are Children And That Halloween Has Become A Time Of Year When Children Run Amok...

When The Cop Doesn't Listen, Max And The Girls Go To Warn Their Parents And Everyone At The Party At Town Hall ButThey Don't Listen Either...

Eventually, The Sisters Show Up, Leading To The Best Part Of The Entire Movie...

(Start At 0:45, End At 2:46)

Hiding From The Witches In An Alley Behind A Resturant, Alison Gets An Idea, Which Involves Them, Luring The Sisters Into A Furnace At School And Burning Them Alive.,.

Succeeding In Doing So, Max And The Girls Celebrate And Binx Is Interested In The Prospect Of Finally Having A Family To Replace The One He Lost Years Ago...

But Sadly, This Happy Ending Gets Ruined Because The Sisters Are Still Alive...

As Dani And Binx Catch Some Rest, Max And Allison Go Through Winifred's Spellbook To See If There's A Way To Return Binx Back To Normal Not Knowing The Book Is Creating A Light In The Sky That Will Lead The Sisters Right To Them...

Binx Stops Max And Allison, Saying That Nothing Good Can Come From The Book, And He's Dead Right As The Sisters Show Up And Kidnap Dani And Binx Before Taking Off...

This Leads To Another One Of My Favorite Scenes...

(End At 1:33)

And That Miracle Comes In The Form Of Another Trick...

Max Shows Up At The Sisters House Just As They're About To Feed Dani The LifeForce Potion And Uses Allison's Car To Mimic The Sun To Make The Sisters Fall To The Ground So, He Can Get Dani And Binx...

After A Chase Scene Between The Car And The Sisters On Their Brooms Which Would Look Better On Endor, They Go To The Graveyard Only For Max To Get Caught By Billy Who After Using Max's Knife To Cut The Stitches On His Mouth Reveals What Side He's Actually On...

As The Final Battle Goes On, Winifred Grabs Dani, So, She Can Get Dani To Drink The LifeForce Potion...

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As Sister Thanks Brother For Saving Her Life, Brother Gets Girl Of His Dreams And Binx Is Reunited With His Sister, Emily In The Afterlife...

And That's Hocus Pocus And Aside From The Various Criticisms From Various YouTube Reviewers, It's A Pretty Good Film...

The Story Is Interesting, I Love The Characters And The Effects Are Pretty Good, So For That I Say, See It....

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#Hocus Pocus #bette midler #sarah jessica parker #kathy najimy #omri katz #thora birch #vinessa shaw #garry marshall #penny marshall #disney #disney + #disnerd #disney live action

[l1ana]

Dating Peter Parker while being Eddies' younger sister would include...

Dedicated to @gaynessnyoom for giving me this idea tysm bb

———

You had moved in with Eddie, claiming that you needed a place to crash at for some time

Which was odd since you were in college

Whatever, Eddie loved you with his entire being. Obviously, he let you in without hesitation

To be quite frank, he was getting tired of being alone accompanied with a blood hungy parasite every day

You staying at his place clearly made days much more brighter

You both loved exchanging stories about one another during your time apart and laughed it up

When Venom came into the picture, things didn't really change much besides you and him having constant arguments on which sort of sweets were better

Venom made an oath at the moment he saw you to protect you from whatever harm may come your way with the same amount of force that he protects Eddie with

They both loved you like a daughter — In spite of Eddie being your older brother

Your pictures of different monuments and various attractions served as good fuel for his career

Photography was your more proficient skill

One day while you were walking around the city, snapping a few pics, you saw it— Or rather, him

Spider-man, the hero of Queens

Lounging in an alleyway, sat in a hammock made of spiderwebs with a pair of headphones on

His red and blue color pallet immediately caught your eyes and you took a picture with no second thoughts

While you were fawning over catching a picture of someone so famous, the camera flash had caused the spandex-attired male to turn in your direction

Oh dear how he felt his heartbeat speed up three times than usual

Good lord you were a goddess in his eyes

He was stammering and tripping over his own words, unable to get anything out

There goes his spiderman charm

“So you're the real deal, huh?” You asked, stepping into the alleyway while looking up at him

“M-mhm, yup. In the flesh— whoa!” He stood up in his hammock but immediately lost balance, slipping and falling into the dumpster besides you. His head popped up from the pile of garbage bags

“More like in the spandex...” A gag came from your lips. “...And rotten foods.” You giggled, plucking a half-eaten banana from off his head

‘Im in love’ He thought then and there

From that point on, a beautiful relationship formed between you and Spiderman, the both of you meeting up in secluded areas of the city and exchanging joyous words every day

The time you and his geeky self -aka Peter Parker- met up was when you and Eddie paid a visit to the Bugle, in search for some juicy news to cover and report on

Peter had intentionally bumped into you in hopes to start up any sort of small talk. It was then that he found out that you wanted to dig deeper into Spidermans background and find out more about him

He promised to take you out, claiming that he had some “interesting spots that Spiderman likes to hang out at”

Of course, you took his words and set off with him

Eddie and Venom were definitely cautious of Peter

‘We should bite his head off.’ “Venom, no.” ‘What if he takes advantage of her?’ “He seems like a nice guy. Besides, [Name] can take care of herself.” ‘He's checking her out, Eddie.’ “...” ‘Exactly.’

Eddie sighed, speaking up to call your name. “Hey, uh, [Name],” You whipped your head around, grabbing Peters hand to stop him from walking off without you. “Yeah? What's up?” Eddie sighed again, probably anticipating you to feel offense to what he said: “I know that you're, uh, grown and all but... Y'know, be safe out there. Don't wander into the unknown, kay?” But instead you laughed at him in the most innocent way possible. “Don't worry, don't worry. I can stand my own.” And smiled so brightly it made his worries wash away.

And just like that, you were gone

‘We should follow them’ “Can you not? I'd like to respect her privacy as a grown woman, thank you very much.”

Sightseeing new places was definetly checked off of your bucket list

Peter practically dragged you everywhere he found to be a great site for dates

Yes, he was trying to find a way to turn this into a date

And yes, he was worried on whether you'd catch on to it or not

Most of the places he went to, he was commonly known in

“Hey Peter, who's the lucky girl?”

Que the blushing nerd

“She's, uh, new in town. I'm just taking her to some places Spiderman likes to stop by to. A-also, we're just aqquantices.”

“Haha, yeah. Well try not to confuse where the line ends at, okay?”

You and him were pretty much already talked about to be a couple

It was extremely embarassing for Peter, whilst you displayed no problem with what they were saying

Soon enough, you earned a spot in the Bugle as a worker, right in the same position as Peter

“[Name]? Wh-what are you-” “Guess who found a new job?~” He swore his heartbeat could be heard from miles away

You and Peter poking fun at one another

When he first grew the balls and finally asked you on a date, your affirmation had him absolutely ecstatic

Him taking you to one of the places he told you that his alter-ego liked to hang out at, which to say was spotted at a high-up place where you could see the city sparkle beautifully

“D-dude... This is awesome...!” “Not as awesome as you.” Peter would whisper under his breath, to which you'd clocked your head round and ask him to repeat what he said. “Nothing.” He replied with a sweat

A devious grin grew on your face. “Peeeeeettteeerr~” You sang. At that moment, the brunet knew he was screwed. “You like me don't you?”

Welp

Time to jump off the building and hopefully land into another dumpster ans roll away never to be seen again

“I-I-I mean, well, I guess if you mean by having a strong sense of attraction towards you then... M-maybe I...” “Awww, you totally do~” You have him a quick peck on the lips, then ruffling his hair. “Well, I like you more so don't start thinking that I don't!” Poor boy fainted on the spot

Eddie and Venom getting a tad bit worried of you whenever you claimed you were going out late at night

‘Where is she going?’ “To mind her own business, much like you should be doing.”

Most of the time when you did do so, you'd be skipping to Peters apartment

q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶t̶e̶ a̶r̶e̶ a̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶, l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ 1̶9̶s̶

Whenever Eddie heard you enter the apartment at such a late time at night, he'd just start fearing that you would walk right back out

He loved you so much and really didn't want to see you leave his life again

The concern on his face when he'd found out you brought your own appartment room had mortified you

“You're honestly... Gonna go?”

“Oh chill out Ed. I'm just down the street, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen to your little sister so quit whining.” You'd reassure with a light kiss on his forehead. “You too, Venom. I know you're worried about me and as flattering as that is I'd appreciate it if you saw me capable to take care of myself, thanks.”

Of course, you paid visits to them every now and then just so that neither would get this feeling of loneliness again

Peter helped spruce up your apartment room with some of his own decor

“You sure this okay?” “Of course, I've always wanted a part of me inside you—” He mentally slapped himself to stop something he knew was inevitable. “I-I-I mean, like, I uh.... I...”

Quick and steamy makeout sessions to stop his stammering

Very gentle™ when having sex

Like, neither of you are virgins and are aware of what goes on during intercourse but still

Also, he made sure to put a condom on so dw

Remember kids: You can't make love without a glove

Don't be a fool, cover your tool

Don't be silly and wrap your willy-

You loved running your fingers into his hair w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ because of how soft and curly they were

Apparently he was sensitive to you tugging his hair cuz the moment you did he was melting into your body

G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ P̶a̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ a̶ s̶u̶b̶?

Eddie would drop by your job sometimes just to check in on you, and would usually catch you in mid-talk with Peter

‘Is this the guy she's been going out late at night with?' “Can you at least try to be supportive of her decisions?” ‘You're worried for her... WE'RE worried for her.’

He always came in unnoticed and left unnoticed, much to his relief because he didn't want to seem like a stalker in your eyes

When you finally decided to let both Eddie and Venom into your house, they had devoured a quarter of your food that was meant to be for Peter for tomorrows dinner

Not like you told him that you and Peter were a thing

“We're sorry for eating all your food...” “It's okay. I understand. We all get hungry sometimes.”

Later that same night after Peter dropped by, you both setteled for pizza with a side of takeout

“So do I wanna know about the how, where and why a majority of your food is gone?”

“No,” You took a bite of your pizza “No you do not.”

Romcoms were tonights theme

“Do you think we'll ever be like those guys on TV?” “Peter, we're even better than them.”

Smothering him in smooches whenever he's feeling down

Lots of snuggles

Always coming through the fire escape part of his apartment and greeting him from there

Too bad big brother Venom and Eddie were stalking you

“When were you going to tell us about your male companion?” A familiar voice asked as you unlocked your apartment door and walked in, the lights clicking on

Oh fuck

Okay I've reached the limit, time to make a part 2

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