Life Just Continues

It Appears Barnes Has A Sister

Pairing: Peter Parker x Bucky’s sister!Reader

Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Bucky’s sister and her and Peter fall in love during civil war and try to hide it from Bucky?

Warnings: Language (sorry Cap), violence, using google translate for Romanian

A/N: Omg I’m soooooo sorry this is so late, I’ve been super busy lately. But, I hope you enjoy this.

A/N 2: Omg Tumblr crashed when I was writing this so I had to redo like half of it. Fml.

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Cold as Ice

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy just doesn’t understand why you’re so cold to him. He becomes desperate to warm you up. But, the killer heat of Hawkins combined with a stupid school project gives him the chance to know what’s truly underneath all that ice.

Warnings: cursing, smut, sExUal tenSion, some angst, some fluff, LOTS OF SIN

A/N: Definitely my filthiest fic at the moment, enjoy!

“You’re my partner.”

You look up from the register, hands on your hips as you stare at Billy Hargrove with a blank, unamused expression. There are a few people behind him, arms crossed against their chests - Tommy, Carol, and some other bimbo.

Funnily, you realize that they all resemble a group of poodles.

Cute.

Billy raises his eyebrows at you, smacking his gum as he impatiently awaits for a response. You glance at the folder that he slaps down onto the counter, knowing exactly what it contains.

“Hm, didn’t think you guys were recruiting for the next douchebag of Hawkins High. Are these the applications?” You finally pick up the folder, skimming through the thick pages of paper with a toothy smirk. “To be honest, I consider myself more of a bitch than a douchebag. Isn’t that right, Harrington?”

You chuckle devilishly as you hand Steve a couple dollars, who snickers at the interaction. Billy seems confused, but by the way he clenches his jaw and barely blinks, you can tell you’ve also hit a spot.

“Looks like I’ve won the bet, Y/N. Fuck, yeah! Robin! I told you I would win!” Steve runs into the back room of Scoops Ahoy, waving the dollar bills at his friend.

You turn back to Billy, re-adjusting the hat on your head. “Now, can I get you something, pool boy?” You lean over, hands splayed onto the cool marble of the counter.

“Did you not pick up on what I just said? I’m asking you to be my partner for the project. No, I’m picking you to be my partner.” Billy tries to keep a steady voice, but you easily catch the deep breath he takes between his words. His ‘friends’ are whispering behind him, exchanging dirty looks.

“Well, I’m actually not allowed to have personal conversations with customers right now,” Billy scoffs, tugging his lip between his teeth. “And so, if you aren’t ordering ice cream, then be my guest, and leave. I’ve got a few angry customers to deal with if you can’t tell.” He follows your pointed gaze, and surely enough, the line behind him is fairly long - filled with crying kids and irritated parents. “Come back later? Or never at all?”

Billy groans, pacing in short steps. He knows you’ll come around. They always come around.

You truly are a bitch.

Yet, somehow, Billy waits till the end of your shift to speak with you - hopefully in a more private spot and in a less aggressive manner.

You roll your eyes when you see him, sitting by the table nearest to the register. He seems to be alone, yet it annoys you even more.

“I don’t wanna be your partner, Hargrove. Is that not clear?” Your eyes follow him as he stands up. He’s much taller than you, so you can only send him an intimidating glare in hopes of scaring him away. “Pick someone else. And let me give you a hint - it’s not me.”

Billy inhales deeply, before a small smile forms on his face. He grabs your arm before you can walk away, hoping that he can win you over with his charm. But he knows he has to put away his pride to do so.

“Sweetheart, I really need help with this project. You’re the smartest girl in our class, and if you can’t tell, I hang around a bunch of dumbasses.”

Oh, so this is why he was alone. So he could talk crap about his shitty friends.

Billy continues, smile never wavering. He still has his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you in place as he speaks by your ear. “And anyways, it’s already set in stone. I asked Mrs. Johnson if I could pair up with you. She thought it was a great idea. Guess we’re in this together now, huh?”

He harshly pushes the folder of papers into your chest, letting go of your arm.

“What? You can’t do that!”

But he certainly did do that. Because when you storm into Mrs. Johnson’s classroom on one Monday morning, she’s rambling over how excited she is to have you and Billy working together.

“But Mrs. Johnson, I never agreed to this. How is this fair?” You whine, waving the folder around with wide eyes.

“Miss Y/N, you’ll be doing Billy a huge favor by helping him. He isn’t failing, but he is struggling. He could most definitely use your help.”

Despite all the complaining, Mrs. Johnson doesn’t allow you to pick anyone else. To her convenience, you and Billy are the only ones who haven’t had a designated partner - and now, you really don’t have a choice.

-

The next week, Billy is back in Scoops Ahoy. He can see your snarl from the other side of the mall. He’s got you trapped in cage, and he knows you’re having a hard time trying to adapt to it.

“I knew that he’d pick you.” Steve says through a mouthful of banana, hitting you in the face with its peel. “I mean, you’re the only girl - besides Robin - who hasn’t given into him. He’s probably just trying to cross off your name on his list.”

“He has a list?” You gag dramatically, protesting as Robin pushes you jokingly.

“Dude, Y/N, he’s literally coming over here.” She points at Billy, who actually is coming over.

“I don’t care. Change spots with me. Steve! Robin!” You shout, pulling at the ends of your hair as they run into the back room, locking the door behind them. “Screw you both!”

You turn around, meeting eyes with the damned Billy Hargrove. You fake a smile. If this was a cartoon, steam would certainly be coming out from your ears.

“Bad day?” Billy pouts mockingly at you. His hands rest inside the pockets of his jeans, eyes looking over your angry state. “Should I come back or....”

“Actually, no. But you know what?” You slide yourself over the counter, brushing away at the lint that has accumulated on your blue shorts. “I’m not doing this stupid project alone. You’re staying here till my shift is over. And when it is, you’re gonna drive your ass to my house, where the both of us can work on it. Together. Happy now, douchebag?”

Your breath is almost minty, and somehow feels cool against Billy’s skin. He steps back with a cocky grin, raising his hands as if he were surrending to you.

But he wasn’t surrendering.

“You just gave Team Hargrove one point. But Team Y/L/N? Zero.” Billy snaps with a flash of his pearly whites. He crouches down to your height, hands resting on his thighs. He knows that he is pissing you off. “I’ll see you when you’re done.” Then, you cross your arms at him, nose pointing up as he stands to full height. His eyes flicker down to your lips. “And honestly? I think I’m more of a dick than a douchebag.”

You want to slap the stupid grin of his face. But you don’t. You don’t know the real reason behind it, but you try to convince yourself as to why.

Because it’s against company policy?

Steve and Robin poke their heads out of the other room, coming out when Billy cockily walks away from you. You’re still standing there, eyes narrowed and face drawn into a look of displeasure.

“Should we not bother her?” Steve whispers, elbowing Robin. “I kinda don’t wanna get yelled at right now.”

“No, no, Steve. She’s hotter when she’s angry. Trust me.”

“Guys!” You scoff at them. She laughs at the sudden smile on your face, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I mean, she’s not wrong, Y/N.” Steve shrugs before taking your place at the register. “You’re pretty hot, I guess.”

“Oh, stop it, Harrington. I’m out of your league.” You wink at him, hopping back over the counter.

You let out an exasperated breath when Robin tells you to sort out the shipments in the back. You push the back door open, groaning audibly when you see the tall stack of cardboard boxes. There’s a clipboard on the table in the middle of the room, and you read over it lazily before you begin to sort through the deliveries.

No one really knows why you despise Billy. Not Steve, not Robin, not anyone. It seems as if you had woke up, saw him, and decided that he was someone you disliked.

That was partly true.

But in detail, you did dislike - or hate, whichever was fitting based on your mood - Billy for a few things.

You never understood his sudden popularity, or the sex appeal he carried along with him. You never understood the hair, the smoking, the people he hung around, or the recklessness and the partying.

You just didn’t get it. You didn’t get why people would waste their time around him, when clearly, he wasn’t grateful for any of it.

Maybe your hatred of him spiraled from insecurity.

He had everything. He was popular and easy on the eyes. He was charming and fun. You’d never admit it out loud, but he truly seemed like a good guy, underneath that whole douchebag act of his.

You were nothing alike. Or so you thought.

-

“Honey! There’s someone here for you!” Your mother calls out from the bottom of the stairs, a slight smirk on her face when she realizes how handsome your guest is. You come barreling down the stairs, feet heavy and frowning deeply when you see who’s sitting on the sofa.

“Billy.”

“Y/N!” He comes to meet you, pulling you into an embrace. Your reaction is one of utter shock, because suddenly, all you can smell is expensive cologne and the faint scent of cigarettes. “Your mother was just asking me if we wanted to join her for lunch.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you, but we have to work on a project, Mom.” You send Billy a look, clearing your throat when you see his lips twitch upwards. “We’ll be upstairs.”

Your mom disappears into the living room, giving you both a second glance and a knowing look as you jog up the stairs.

“How do you know where I live?”

“That little girl from the mall? I think she’s Sinclair’s sister. Bought her some ice cream when I saw it fall, she just returned the favor.”

Erica. Damn it.

“Okay, well, I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You complain, running your hands through your hair, damp from a shower. Billy follows you into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He takes in the sight, something he wouldn’t expect from someone like you. There are various posters plastered onto your soft pink walls - band posters, movie posters, and he huffs at the one of a shirtless man. There’s a record player on top of your bookcase, where you stand, occupied as you flip through your vinyls. “What’s your cup of tea? Queen? The Beatles? Metallica? Foreigner?”

“I really don’t care.” He scoffs, licking his lips as he takes a seat on your bed.

Foreigner it is, then.

“And I really don’t want you on my bed. Get off, Hargrove.” You throw a paper ball at him, hiding the smile on your face when he doesn’t dodge it in time. “Thought you played basketball. What happened to those reflexes?”

With a dramatic eye roll, Billy tosses the ball into the trash, sliding off of the bed and onto the floor instead. You grab the project folder from your study table, sitting down across from him. You’re reading through the directions when Billy starts to light a cigarette.

And you gasp - really loud. “Billy! No! None of that in here.” You take the cigarette from his lips, his coughs fading in the background as you throw it out your window. “Are you crazy?”

“I just wanted a smoke!”

“Yeah?! Then not in here!” You shake your head at him, handing him a sheet of paper as you calm down. “Your turn to read, asshole.”

Your begins to head become fuzzy as Billy’s fingers brush against yours when he grabs the paper.

He reads, voice soft and surprisingly enthusiastic - if he didn’t act like such a dumbass, you’d think he was somewhat intelligent.

(However, you know he is intelligent - somewhere in that douchebag brain of his - though, that’s one of the things you could never admit to anyone).

The room is suddenly blazing hot, uncomfortably warm despite the numerous open windows. The air conditioning isn’t enough, and you’re silently cursing as you feel sweat build up among your skin. You’re fanning yourself, swallowing as you notice the bead of sweat that rolls down the side of Billy’s forehead.

“God damn, it’s hot.” Billy curses, unable to continue reading with how tight his chest feels. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, hoping he could get some sort of air.

“Our air conditioning sucks.” You push your hair back, “Summer’s coming.”

Billy nods in agreement, picking up from where he had left off.

Maybe it’s just the heat, but suddenly, you start to space out.

Your eyes focus on the rise and fall of Billy’s tan chest, how his skin glows with sweat, and how his muscles flex under that shirt of his.

Oh, wow.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” You snap out of your trance. “Hope you haven’t passed out.” He sets the paper down, leaning back against your bed frame.

“Huh? Sorry, I - I was distracted.”

Don’t let your guard down.

“I was asking which part you wanted to do.”

“Uh, whichever one is the hardest. I can take it.”

And Billy stops breathing. Maybe because there’s some sort of - sexual - euphemism in that sentence, but also because he’s noticing how flushed you look: cheeks red, skin glistening, breaths heavy. Your hair sticks to your arms, resting on the tops of your knees. But then, he sees this look in your eyes.

It’s not the normal glare he gets. But your eyes are softer, less intense, more - was that longing?

You’re just staring at him, lips slightly parted as your eyes quickly drop down to the floor.

“Unless, um, you want the harder part then you can have it, I guess.” You pipe up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’re avoiding his gaze, and Billy isn’t sure that he recognizes this Y/N.

Did he win you over yet? That easily?

“Here, you can look over it with me again.” Billy scoots beside you, his denim-clad thigh pressed up against your bare one. His breaths are even, blowing over your hands as you hold up the paper. “I was thinking I could do the research on the biographical context and symbolism, and...” He glances over to you, eyes trailing over the expanse of your neck. Your jaw is tightly clenched, but you don’t meet his stare. “... and then, maybe you could do the overall analysis. Or we could do it differently, if this way doesn’t meet your standards, princess.” His voice is low, a sultry tone laced subtly in his words. He peeks his tongue out to lick his lips, and you look over at that exact moment.

Aw, shit. You wouldn’t give up that easily, would you?

He’s not the only one that can play this game.

“No, I like your idea. We can do that.” You turn to him, hair slightly hitting him in the face. You pucker your bottom lip slightly, rolling it between your teeth as you pass him the paper back.

“Is it getting hot in here?”

Not this line.

“Nope, just you.” You let out a sharp exhale, reading over more of the project.

“Whew. I gotta take off my shirt.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, causing you to drop your pencil. But it’s too late once Billy is pulling his shirt over his head. “Hey!”

Though, he wears a tank top underneath.

And honestly, you’re kind of disappointed.

Wait, what?

He hurls the shirt towards your bed, running his hands through his messy curls. His arms look even bigger, and you can see the faint outline of his abs through the thin, white material. You catch the tattoo on his upper bicep, and you have to put a hand to your mouth from saying anything - now this was ruining you.

Don’t give in.

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” He flexes his arms in a subtle manner, biting down harshly on his lip. He grunts as he leans over to pick up your pencil, handing it to you. “Didn’t mean to make you drop this.”

Yeah. Apology accepted. Jerk.

“If this is your way of seducing me, it isn’t working.” You cross your ankles over each other, shaking your head at Billy.

He laughs, running his hand through his hair. “And why would I want to seduce you, Y/N?”

The question does sting, but it doesn’t change the fact that his face is literally inches away from yours.

You aren’t done playing the game.

“Oh, I don’t know, Billy. Maybe because I’m the only girl on that - that list of yours that you haven’t yet crossed out? Or is it because you’ve fucked all the pretty girls at school and you’ve finally come to the realization that you’d rather fuck someone with a bit of brains?”

Billy hums with a slow, antagonistic nod, tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. He abruptly stands up, turning up the volume on your record player. He’s dancing. But the bitter look on his face is all you can focus on. You stand up as well, pouting as you lower the volume of the music. It’s a back and forth between you, Billy, and the music.

“The problem with pretty girls, Y/N...” He starts between breaths, still dancing as you stand ahead of him - not happy. “... is that they can’t tell when a guy is no longer interested in them. They got the looks, but no brain.” He chuckles, parting his lips as he taps the side of his head. “And the girls that do have brains? They also got a problem. They’re smart, sure, but they just don’t know when to quit being a bitch.”

That’s when he turns up the music to full volume, hooting in your face as he dances even more.

This was Billy Hargrove at his finest.

“We’re never gonna get this project done if you keep thinking with your dick instead of your head, asshole.” You almost growl. You’re fuming now.

He really knows how to piss a girl off, huh?

“You ever had a boyfriend, Y/N?”

No. Never.

“Yeah, I have. Why?” You gulp, pushing past Billy. You sit down on your bed, continuing on writing your analysis for the project.

“What was his name?”

“Uh - It was - It’s Steve.”

What are you doing?

“You dated Harrington? King Steve?” He slowly stops dancing, panting loudly as he looks down at you.

“Dating him, actually.”

Oh, God.

“Huh. You ever had sex with him?”

“Hargrove, this is getting a little personal.” You chuckle nervously.

“Is that a... no?” He crouches down in front of you, eyes blinking at you. He’s catching on. Surely, you weren’t this good of a liar. “I’ll take that as a no. Must suck, yeah? Harrington doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you. Poor Y/N. You just want a little lovin’ from King Steve...”

His thumb hooks itself under your chin.

And his blue eyes are almost hypnotizing.

“Are you really dating Steve Harrington? ‘Cause you seem a lot out of his league. You’re not even in the ballpark, baby.”

His big hand cups your jaw, fingers rubbing against your skin. Somehow, his hands are freezing - despite the hundred degree weather.

“I have a... boyfriend.”

Billy knows you’re lying now.

“Why are you so cold to me, Y/N?” His eyes are fixed on your lips, flickering up to you when you speak.

“I don’t know. Why are you such a douchebag?”

“Sure. I’m a dick, but you - you’re somethin’ else. You are mean. Steve seems a little soft for someone as headstrong as you.” He shrugs animatedly, “Maybe you’re looking for a - a... thrill.”

“What do you want from me?” You scoff at him.

“I think I know why you hate me.” You hold your breath as he continues, “We’re more alike than you think we are.”

“Yeah? I’d like to hear it, then.”

Deathmatch.

“We both crave something more. Most people go after someone with a little... heat to their name, but us? We thrive in the cold.”

“You’re wrong.” You shake your head at him.

“Then why am I still touching you?” He stands, hands leaving your jaw.

No, come back.

“Billy, this - this isn’t-“

“Surely, your boyfriend wouldn’t like the way I was touching you, wouldn’t he? What’s Steve gonna do if he finds out? Fight me?”

“Steve’s not my boyfriend! Fine! You win!” You explode, rising to your feet.

And it all comes rushing back to you.

You both really are alike.

“You see it now, don’t you? All this competing, this - this fighting, we clash because we’re the same. And it scares you. Because who would’ve thought you had something in common with the douchebag from school, huh?”

He takes a step closer to you. And you do the same to him.

“Smart girls need attention, too.” He says softly, leaning in to whisper at your ear. “But you... you’ve been looking for someone who’s as cold as you. And I respect that, Y/N.”

You make the mistake of locking eyes with him when he pulls back.

“I’m way out of Steve’s league.”

You look down at his plump lips, glancing at how his neck bobs when he pushes your hair behind your shoulder.

There’s an unfamiliar feeling that sparks in your chest when Billy’s fingers trail past your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you now? Because all this tension might give me high blood pressure.” He smirks at you.

You don’t reply.

But you do lean forward, on the tips of your toes, mashing your lips against Billy’s. Your hands are cool against his shimmering skin.

The kiss isn’t sweet, but fueled with fire and pent-up anger. Billy is fast enough to show you that he really wants you, but at the same time, he’s slow, wanting to prove to you that you aren’t just another name on his so-called ‘list.’

You don’t give a shit about winning anymore.

Stubble tickles your cheeks as Billy moves to kiss your neck.

“This doesn’t... this doesn’t change the fact that I still hate you...” You breathe raggedly, screwing your eyes shut at how his mouth feels on your neck.

He tugs at the straps of your tank top, pulling it over your head as he hoists you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you can feel the tightness form in his jeans.

“God, you’ve been such a bitch to me for the past week.” He moans into your skin, pressing you up against your bedroom door as he uses one hand to hold you, and the other to unclasp your bra. You let out a choked moan, only for Billy to place his hand over your mouth. “Don’t forget that your mama is downstairs. What would she think if she saw me doing this to her daughter?”

You bite at his hand, smiling as he groans pleasurably at the sensation.

He’s so rough, but you’re enjoying it.

Billy swivels on the heels of his shoes, laying you down onto your bed as he kisses down your torso. His saliva sticks to your skin, and he chuckles when he watches you arch your back into him. Your hand reaches for his, and he doesn’t pull away - despite how intimate the action is for him.

Billy Hargrove doesn’t hold hands with flings.

That’s how he really knows you aren’t one of them.

“B-Billy...” You gasp as his lips pass over your breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them softly.

He reaches up to kiss you again, whispering, “This isn’t your first time, right?”

You shake your head, “No, no.”

“Okay.” He nods with a grin, taking off his top. “But no one is ever gonna make you feel this good.”

He groans as you crawl to the edge of the bed, playing with him through his jeans. You glance up at him innocently, his fingers card through your hair. You leave short kisses on his abs, slowly making your way up to his neck. You suck and lick at it, surely leaving a prominent mark there. He pulls out his belt, flinging it onto the floor as you unbutton his jeans for him.

He licks his lips, pushing you back down onto the bed. You scoot over, making room for him as he takes off your shorts. You chuckle when he moans at the sight of lace.

“Didn’t know you were wearing those.” He says, obviously surprised as he wraps his fingers around the waistband, letting it snap against your skin. You gasp, letting his hands wander over your back.

“Just be glad I’m letting you see them.”

He flips you over so that you’re on your knees, ass in his face as he pulls the lace panties past your ankles.

You bite back a loud moan. His face and his mouth is down there and you swear you’ve entered heaven itself.

Hell was too hot for the both of you, anyways.

He hums against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge as he toys with you in places you didn’t even know existed. He pulls away, causing you to whimper.

But as you look back at him, the sight is enough to make you cum. His boxers are nowhere to be seen, and instead, he’s touching himself, grinning as he sees the dumbfounded expression on your face.

“You’re okay with this?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You’re shaking your head. “I need to hear it out loud.” He kisses your lower back, hands caressing your ass.

“Yes. Please.”

“Condom?”

You wink, rubbing yourself against him. “On the pill.”

Billy lets out a moan, chuckling. “Mm, that’s my girl.”

You hold back a breath as he pushes himself into you. He’s huge, and it stings with how much he’s stretching you out. You let out a sob of pleasure, hand coming to touch Billy’s upper thigh.

“Slow?” He asks, voice gruff as he bottoms out. You’re sure that he’s as deep as possible, but part of you longs for him to go even deeper.

“No, fast.”

Billy pulls out, only to slam back in. His movements are quick, hips thrusting at a rapid pace. You’re moaning, falling into the mattress with how good he feels inside you.

“Holy fuck!” He grunts as he leans over you, hand coming to rest by your face. He outstretches his fingers, and you take his hand into yours. “Y/N...”

“We have to - to be quiet...” You moan once more, throwing your head back as his arm wraps around your stomach, pulling you closer to him.

He pounds into you, grunting as silently as possible. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He cries out, taking a fistful of your hair. You yelp out of surprise when he gently pulls you back.

You liked that.

“D-do that again.” You stutter, mumbling incoherent words when he repeats the action.

The record player still plays music.

And you’re so grateful that it’s loud enough to silence the filthy sounds between you and Billy.

Thank God for that.

But this... this was a whole new level of sinful.

Billy brings a hand to touch your throat. And you nod in approval, shutting your eyes when you feel the pads of his fingers tighten around your airway. He’s still soft and cautious, but the way he was fucking you was enough to send you into overdrive.

Your hand comes up from the bed, jaw hanging open in utter bliss as you flex your fingers. “I’m gonna cum. Billy, holy, I-“

“C’mon, baby.” Thrust. “I’m right there...” Thrust. “...With you.”

You’re cumming.

Your legs are shaking and you feel the wave of heat fall over your body like a spell. Billy follows shortly, groaning sinfully as he buried himself inside you. He pulls out, pumping himself as he lets himself go on your back. You feel the warm drops of his cum drizzle across your back and over your ass, trickling down your thighs and between your legs before you fall onto the bed.

“Oh, my god.” You sigh, curling up. Billy falls beside you, eyes studying your features for any sign of pain or sadness.

“Was that okay?”

“I just had sex with Billy Hargrove. Oh, my-“ Your hand comes up to massage your temples.

He chuckles.

“And I just had sex with you, so I guess we’re pretty even.” He states, kissing your neck one last time.

He’ll give it to you.

You both win.

But who said that the game would be over?

-

“Here’s the project, Mrs. Johnson.” You smile respectfully, exchanging glances with Billy as you hand her the folder. Her eyes bounce from you both, hands sorting through the papers of the project.

“This looks good.” She nods, eyebrows raised when she finds the part that Billy had worked on. “Wow, Y/N must’ve been a great help to you, Billy.”

“Yeah. She helped me a lot.”

Billy links his pinky with yours under the table, where your thigh rests against his. His fingers come to toy with the hem of your skirt, and his touch: cold.

“Well, I might say that this project deserves an A. It looks very well-planned and thought out.” She takes off her reading glasses, placing them carefully on her desk as she re-organizes your papers. “How would you feel about an extra credit project, Billy? Just to boost your grade a little more before the year ends?”

You and Billy share a knowing grin.

It’s wicked.

It’s spiteful.

It’s cold as ice.

But there’s an inextinguishable heat that lingers between the two of you.

“As long as Miss Y/N can be of help to me.” He flashes a charming smile, hands coming up to rest on the wooden desk.

“Of course, Mr. Hargrove.”

You shut the door of the classroom behind you, following Billy into the bustling hallway towards the cafeteria.

He turns to you and winks as he turns the corner, denim jacket slung over his shoulder.

“See you later, partner.”

“Later, douchebag.”

Oh, how you loved the cold.

So cuuuute

Back to you – Kuroo Tetsurō

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Word Count: almost 2K

Summary: You had come to watch your cousin, Hinata Shoyo, compete in a tournament in Tokyo. But apperently Tokyo guys can’t take a hint when you tell them you’re not interested. Kuroo steps up to save you and now there might be a rumour going around that you’re together.

A/N: My first anime fic ! Hope you all enjoy ! :) I don’t know I wanna continue this ! But I just had to get this plot out of my system– it’s very much like that time Kiyoko was being hit on by Terushima– but this guy is NOT Terushima.

You looked over the stadium map–gazing up at it in confusion. Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium was probably the largest sports complex you’ve ever seen, having moved to Tokyo only months prior, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sheer size of the buildings here. 

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Peter Parker x Reader - Scary Big Brother

Request: Can you please please make a Peter Parker x Eddie Brock little sister where peter and the reader are secretly dating and some action of a overprotective Eddie and Venom when they find out!

For: @serenathewolf2

——– Stuffing her knitted hat tightly onto her head, Y/n Brock took a quick glance to her brother’s room, where he lay sleeping like a dead man, before dashing out the door. 

Within the bedroom, Eddie’s snores halted as soon as the door lock clicked. His sister had been sneaking out for quite some time, and he wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was definitely going to get to the bottom of it. She was the only sibling he had, and he adored her with all of his heart. 

Where does she think she’s going at 11pm?! Venom growled from inside Eddie’s mind, and a weak laugh came from his host’s mouth. Venom adored Y/n just as much as Eddie did, and was just as protective over her as he was. 

Eddie flipped the blankets off of his body to reveal himself fully clothed for a night of sneaking around. Not that he would need them, he thought, as Venom was already wrapping his black tendrils around his hands, taking over Eddie’s limbs. 

You’ll still be in control, Venom murmured, but this way, we’re much more sneaky. 

“Are you calling me loud?” Eddie gasped, pretending to be offended. 

“Like a herd of buffaloes in heat.” 

Eddie shot out of bed, shaking his head. “Well, whatever. We don’t have time to argue, anyway. We need to find out where Y/n’s going.” He opened the door to his bedroom door, going to grab his keys for the motorcycle… only to notice that they were gone. 

She took his bike!? “Oh, I am so going to kill her…” Eddie murmured, and then he left the apartment just as quickly as his sister had. 

—-

Peter was fidgeting, rubbing his forehead as he stood on top of his apartment building. He could see the buildings and individual flats, and the glory of the moon glowing on it all, but nothing was prettier in his eyes than his girlfriend. 

He had met her a month ago, and the way she smiled at him made him feel like he was capable of doing anything. Plus, she understood all his jokes, and was good friends with his friends, too, all of which were amazing benefits. 

“Hey handsome,” Y/n purred, wrapping her arms around Peter’s torso before laying her head on his shoulder. She looked to where he was looking and smiled, “The moon’s beautiful, isn’t it?” 

He nodded, “Uh-ye-yeah! I was gonna compare it to you, but I-I thought you’d think that was too cheesy? Oh god, it was too cheesy, wasn’t it?” 

Y/n smiled and shook her head no. “It was perfect.” Her boyfriend was such a sweetheart, and he always made sure she got home safe. He was quite a catch, and she was so happy that she met him in that pizzeria when Ned had begged her to come to a study group with them. They looked at each other with goofy smiles full of pizza, and, well, the rest is history. 

Peter pulled away from Y/n and grabbed her hand, leading her over to the other side of the roof, where he had set up a mini-picnic. “Now, I know it’s midnight, but I thought you’d still like some snacks on our little date.” 

“You know me well, Parker.” She laughed, sitting on the blanket that he had spread out for her. 

Peter sat down next to her, although he looked a little distraught. 

“Pete? Are you okay?” Y/n questioned, waving a hand in front of Peter’s face. He seemed to blink out of it, but he was still fazed. 

“Yeah, but… well, I’d like to take you on a date. A real date. In the daytime.” 

Y/n’s face fell. “Pete… It’s my brother, he’s just-”

“Not okay with secret boyfriends.” Venom snarled, and Peter jumped up quickly. 

“Holy cow, wha-what’s that thing? Oh my gosh- Y/n, get back, I got this.” Peter seemed like he was panicking, but he was already getting into a fighting stance, ready to stop any attack the inky creature lunged towards him or his girlfriend. 

Y/n raised from her seat to look at the creature. “Seriously!? Eddie!”

Peter’s head swiveled, and he stared at her. “You already named it?” 

“No…no no no.” Y/n shook her head, “No, this is my brother. Kind of.” She pointed at the black mass, “He’s actually got a parasite-”

“Parasite!?” Venom yelped, but Y/n ignored him.

“-named Venom, who covers him like a super suit. They’re both super pains when they get protective though. That’s why I wanted to hide our relationship… at least until I could bring him around to the idea.”

Eddie suddenly appeared, as Venom dissolved into his skin. He was looking at his sister, who looked rather sad and disappointed in her big brother. She had always looked up to him, but now? She couldn’t even look him in the eye. He knew there would be only one way to make this right… 

The sandy blond walked over to Peter, who looked hesitant but tried to stand his ground. “Hey, my name’s Eddie. I guess you’re my sister’s boyfriend?” He held out a hand to Peter for him to shake. 

“Ye-Yeah, and you’re the scary big brother.” 

Eddie laughed, “Something like that.” 

———-BONUS——–

“So, Pete is coming over for Christmas, and his Aunt May is coming with him.” 

Eddie nodded, “Yes, right..” 

“What are we making for dinner?” Y/n asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Pile of heads… Pile of bodies…” 

“ohmyNO” 

You forgot about Loki. HOW DARE

“If no one else out there ever said it before, know that I believe in you and I am proud of you.”

Sister-In-Law

Based on this:

Person A: [gets on one knee] (Person C), will you do me the honor of being my sister-in-law?

Person B: Did you just propose to (Person C)… for me?

———-

You, Steve, and Bucky are all sitting on the couch in Avengers Tower watching Moana. Bucky hadn’t seen it, and you had refused to let him leave the common room until he watched it, and Steve had joined you two soon after. Thor was out with Loki, who had been controlled by the Chitauri during the invasion of New York. Loki had apologized and decided to become a part of the Avengers in order to make up for the destruction that he caused. He had also accepted Thor as his brother again, accepting the fact that even though they were not blood related, they were still family.

“Y/N!!” Loki practically sang your name as he skipped into the room.

You heard the elevator ding as it opened and Thor walked into the living room. He walked behind the couch and leaned down, gently kissing your forehead.

“Hello, My Darling”

You grin and reach up, running your fingers through Thor’s hair, playing with the long blond locks. You loved Thor’s hair, how soft it was. Thor was always trying to push it out of his face, so you learned how to braid.

“How was your day?”

Thor gave you a blinding smile, “It was most pleasant! I enjoy Midgardian culture”

Loki was still dancing around the room, making Steve chuckle and Bucky give a small amused smile. He reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling at you until you finally stood up. “Now, you are not allowed to unleash your anger on me for doing this!”

You cock your head to the side, “What do you mean? I don’t want to be pulled into another one of your tricks”

“Give me a moment and you’ll find out”

Loki grinned and dropped down on one knee, taking your left hand in his.

You flinch back slightly when you see Thor stiffen out of the corner of your eye, “Loki, you know that Thor and I …” He just holds up his hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a beautiful ring.

“Lady Y/N of Midgard, will you do me the honor of becoming my sister-in-law?”

Everyone in the room froze at his word, and there was a choking sound from the vents letting you know that Clint was there too. Thor was looking at Loki with shock and confusion, “Did you just ask for Y/N’s hand in marriage … for me?”

Loki grinned triumphantly, “Indeed! I even acquired the ring Thor intended to use”

Loki holds up the ring even higher, and Thor stiffens again. “How did you find that? I have kept it well hidden in my room”

Loki wiggles his fingers, letting green mist swirl around his fingers, “Magic, dear brother. Did you really think you could keep anything from a trickster? Honestly you are a horrible liar”

Thor signed and looked at you, “I had planned to propose next week; however, it appears that my plans were unsatisfactory to Loki” Thor glares down at Loki, who doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic.

You burst into laughter, doubling over, tears streaming down your face. Once you gain control of your laughter you look up at Thor, “Well, do you want my answer now? Or do you want to wait until next week?”

Thor gives you a soft smile, “I do believe that this situation is more memorable than anything I had planned. I am eager to hear your answer, however if you wish to wait …”

You smile, looking up at your boyfriend, but holding your hand out to Loki, “Then yes, I would love to be your sister-in-law, Loki”

Steve and Clint start cheering when Loki slides the ring onto your finger. Thor leans down and kisses you softly, pulling back to look at the ring perched on your finger, lifting it up and placing a kiss on your hand.

“I love you” he whispers

You smile, “I love you too, My Prince.” You glance oven to where Steve and Clint and clapping Loki on the back, congratulating him on his plan. Bucky is calmly siting on the couch still, amusing himself with the show that everyone is putting on. “And for some reason I love our crazy ass family”

GHOST AND THE SPIDER ©

CHAPTER 7

AUTHORS NOTE: Peter and Y/N actually talk in this chapter! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, please leave any comments that you might have I love reading them, I adore you guys, enjoy!

PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, Y/N x Tony (father!daughter), Y/N x Avengers.

WARNINGS: Language, angst, fluffish?

GIFS ARE NOT MINE.

“Myshka get up, you’re late for your first day of training.” Nat threw a pair of black leggings and a matching sports bra at me as I pulled the covers over my head groaning, she pulled them away from my face revealing her big green eyes looking down at me, “You still not sleeping properly?” Her face softened as she took in the bags under my eyes.

“I got a couple of hours.” She brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, “I’m fine though, just too comfy to get out of bed.” I tried to pull the covers back over my shoulders but Nat held them firmly where they were.

“I’d get up before Bucky comes in here.” She smirked as I rolled my eyes knowing how persistent the Super Soldier was.

“Fineee.” I huffed throwing the remainder of the covers off me and flinging my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the clothes Nat had thrown me earlier and walking to the bathroom to change, I turned to look back at where she still sat on the bed, “But you’re making me breakfast after.”

“Deal, now go change you’re already ten minutes late, Bucky’s probably having an aneurysm.” She stood from the bed sorting my covers as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

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