Sirius Who Completely Screws Himself Over When He Realises He DOES Like Remus Because He Spent So Much

Days Journey // Sir Gwaine

Can you do a gwaine imagine where the reader joins the knights on a quest and maybe Arthur and the others are flirting with the reader which makes gwaine jealous, so he admits his feelings for the reader? 

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 1,218

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“Lady Y/N.”

A gentle smile fell on your lips at the sound of Sir Leon’s voice, your head turning to the right where your eyes met his. He glanced down at you with a charming smile, and you noticed he had one arm tucked behind his back.

“Sir Leon,” you exclaimed, eyes twinkling with delight as you turned your body slightly, so your back was facing the other knights and Merlin, who sat in front and beside you. It was only mid-day, but since you were in no way a rush, Arthur thought it appropriate to let everyone take a small break. “Is there something you needed?”

Leon moved so he was crouched on his knees, instead of bent over, as he shook his head. “No, Lady Y/N,” he said softly, “I merely just wanted to give you this flower.”

Your eyes widened a fraction when you saw the flower Leon spoke of. It was a beautiful lily, the colour a bright, angelic white. You’re not even sure where Leon had managed to find the lily, given that you hadn’t seen any during your days travel.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!”

“I hoped you’d think that.”

Taking the flower, gently, in your hand, you smiled brightly up at Leon. “Wherever did you find it?”

“I found it along the way,” he explained shortly. “Couldn’t help but think of you when I did.”

You raised your hand, taking the flower and tucking it behind your ear. “I will cherish it,” you grinned, cheeks warming lightly as you stared up at the night. “Thank you, Sire Leon.”

“Anything for you, Lady Y/N.”

And as you sat there, smiling to yourself as you played with the flower in your hair, you never even noticed Gwaine from afar. Staring at you, his eyes narrowed, before glaring at the back of Leon’s back.

-

“Here.”

You blinked, looking to your left where you met the eyes of Elyan. He was smiling brightly at you, not unlike Leon from earlier in that day, as he pulled a particularly long tree branch out of the way for you.

With a bright smile, you slowed your horses pace somewhat, stunned by his chivalrous. “Thank you, Sir Elyan,” you exclaimed, voice delighted. “How very kind of you.”

“Anything for the Lady Y/N,” Elyan nodded, his eyes never wavering from you as you steered your horse past him.

You picked up the pace the minute you were past him, that delighted smile of yours never wavering. And as you passed Gwaine, offering him a little smile and a nod in greetings, you never once noticed the distant look in his eyes and the way his shoulders dropped with defeat.

-

“Allow me to help you, Lady Y/N.”

“Well,” you stated, allowing your hand to slip into that of Percival’s. “Don’t I feel like a princess.”

“That’s because you are, my lady.”

“Oh, rubbish,” you teased, waving your free hand. “I’m no princess, but I am thankful you think so highly of me.”

Percival chuckled at your comment, holding your hand as you swung your leg over, gracefully, so you could easily hop off the side of your horse. The moment you were situated, Percival set his hands on your waist, squeezing gently to make sure he had a good grip, before you jumped off.

With his help, you landed perfectly and steadily on your feet no problem. 

“Thank you very much, Sir Percival.”

“It was my pleasure.”

As you allowed Percival to lead you over to the camp Merlin was preparing, you never noticed Gwaine staring from afar, his body tensing.

-

“Are you cold, my lady?”

Your hands paused, left grabbing each arm as you turned your head to the right, finding the King staring at you. You blinked, surprised, before you registered what the man had asked. “Only a little,” you shrugged, offering him a small smile.

You turned your head back to the fire, trying to lean in closer for it’s warmth. But a moment later, you felt something fall upon your shoulders, and turning your head, you saw red, before realizing that it was Arthur’s cape that he’d wrapped around your shoulders.

“I hope that will suffice.”

With your lips parted, you met Arthur’s eyes, before your hands came up, grabbing the cape and pulling it closer around yourself.

“It’s more than enough,” you smiled, “thank you, sire.”

“What kind of King would I be if I left a beautiful woman, such as yourself, to freeze?”

Once again, and possibly for the last time, as you laughed and conversed, you never noticed the way Gwaine looked at either of you.

It was only when he suddenly stood, turned, whipping his own cape behind him and stormed off did you noticed that something was so clearly wrong with Gwaine. His actions caused the attention of everyone there, but while everyone looked off in confusion, you only found yourself deeply concerned.

“If you’ll all excuse me,” you spoke quietly, pushing yourself up to your feet. You never waited for a reply before you begun running after Gwaine, holding Arthur’s cape close to yourself for protective from the wind.

“Sir Gwaine!” You called, hoping to gain his attention. “Gwaine!”

Said man stopped, almost in a huff, but he never turned to look at you. Instead, he kept his back to you as you slowed to a stop behind him, before gently setting your hand on his arm, gently guiding him to face you.

Panting slightly, your cheeks reddened, you blinked up at the knight. “Whatever is the matter?”

“That,” he snapped, gesturing back to the fire, wherever everyone else was sat.

You blinked, glancing back before meeting Gwaine’s eyes with furrowed brows. “I’m afraid I do not unde-”

“I mean,” Gwaine begun, his voice harsh, “them. The way the look at you. The way they talk to you. The way they shamelessly flirt with you.”

“Flirt with me?”

“You cannot tell me you have not noticed.”

Biting your lip, you paused, rethinking the events of the day. Gwaine was quite right, you had noticed how kind all of the knights had been to you, even Merlin, but you had just believed it to be chivalry. “Oh, well they were just being kind,” you shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation.

“I know what flirting looks like, and that, was flirting.”

“Okay,” you agreed, slowly. “Well, if it’s flirting, why does it bother you so much so?”

Gwaine blinked, as if not expecting to be asked such a question. He felt lucky that you couldn’t see his cheeks warm in the darkness of the night, as he tried to find the right words.

“Gwaine?” You pressed.

“Because I like you…”

Your eyes widened, realization flooding you. It was obvious enough, but you never would’ve expected that Sir Gwaine, Knight of Camelot and renowned Lady’s Man would ever like you.

Biting your lip, you smiled gently. “Well, it’s a good think it was just flirting then.”

Gwaine blinked, “huh?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this.”

Leaning forward, you pushed yourself up, pressing your lips against Gwaine’s. It was just a short, chaste kiss, but you pulled back with a bright, naive smile, meeting Gwaine’s eyes who looked absolutely stunned.

“Did you just…”

“Kiss me?”

Gwaine nodded.

Smiling, you nodded yourself, “I did.”

-

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requests are open for the tenth doctor!

hi gorgeous

I was wondering if you could write a poly marauders imagine where the reader feels insecure about her body, her stretch marks etc and the boys comfort her (can lead to smut but idk)

If you are comfortable with that off

I would be so so so grateful, thank you so much 🥺

+ Can i please request an imagine where the reader struggles with her body image? with marauders (can be platonic or poly relationship)

Includes: mentions of stretchmarks and insecurities, poly relationship.

The mirror reflected the thins stripes of white and purple that spread like lightning over your legs. After pushing around your flesh for the minutes you’ve been staring at them the area had become sensitive and worsened your insecurity.

You didn’t notice the tears until they fell off your chin and you stomped your foot almost childishly when pity was replaced with anger.

Why did I have to get these?

Why don’t they go away?

How do the boys even love me?

The boys!

You quickly realized that your boyfriends were gonna come barging into the room and you picked up a pair of sweatpants that laid on the bed. From the size of them you’d guess they were Remus’ and you rolled up the ends so you wouldn’t trip. You also changed your smaller t-shirt you’d been wearing during the day into one of James’ huge ones, all and all dwarfing you. But clothes too big was better than clothes too tight.

Sitting down by the desk in the corner of the room to make it look like you’d been studying. A pitter patter of footsteps neared the room and three laughing boys entered the room.

“Hello sweetheart” Sirius called out and put his bag by his dresser, placing a kiss on your head as he walked by you.

“Look at you, all cozied up”James said as he came up behind you and laid a hand on your shoulder, “look so pretty in my clothes”.

He leaned down and put his cheek by yours, looking over the paper you’d been trying to write, and pressed a couple of kisses on your shoulder. The comment stinged because you knew he was lying. He couldn’t think that.

“Think it’s time for bed” Remus said through a yawn as he pulled his shirt off.

You realized that you hadn’t said anything to them so you patted James’s hand and turned around.

“How did it go? With the map and all” you mumbled and looked over at Sirius who was standing in only his boxers next to a shirtless Remus.

Their bodies were glorious, Sirius on the slimmer side with dark tattoos decorating it. Remus had a little more muscle on him and delicate scars running through his skin. The ringing thought of not being enough only got louder as you looked at them.

“Went well, found a new passway that leads from the great hall to the garden” Remus gave you a soft smile as he saw your eyes glaze over slightly, thinking it’s an indication that you’re getting tired, “c’mere doll, ‘s bedtime”.

You stood up and let James hand fall off your shoulder and laid down on the bed as the boys finished up their bedtime routines. Sirius got into the bed on your left side, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist. The feeling almost burned that he wanted to touch you. James got in on Sirius’ left side, an old rule that the strongest gotta sleep closest to the door, and Remus laid down on your right side. He maneuvered his body so you rested your head on his chest.

“Don’t you wanna take off the sweats darling? Gonna get pretty warm” Sirius mumbled as he felt the thick material of your trousers.

You just shook your head and moved his hand and shut your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep before you got any more questions. But a shaky breath and a tear that hadn’t escaped from your waterline earlier fell onto Remus’ chest when you closed your eyes.

”Hey, what’s wrong love?” Remus whispered and inspected your face, wet lashes and a slight irritation in your eyes gave away that you had been crying, ”wanna tell us?”

As you realized your facade was breaking down a couple more tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffled into the comforter.

”Just feel.. ugly” you mumbled, speach slightly muffled by the fabric in front of your mouth, ”looked in the mirror and didn’t like it.. don’t deserve all of you”.

Sirius’ arm that was wrapped around you tightened and

“Darling, why would you ever think that? You are loved and beautiful, our everything” he muttered into your neck, placing a few kisses to try and prove his point.

“Is that why you’re wearing so much clothing to bed, to hide?” James whispered out, voice almost breaking as he tried to say it as gently as possible.

You let your head fall into another nod and Remus’ hands came up to your face to turn it toward him.

“You don’t have to hide, my love, I understand if it’ll make you more comfortable but we want to see as much of you as we can”.

You broke out into a small smile at Remus’ gentle and soft eyes and you turned your head so you could place a kiss onto his palm.

As you breathed in a breath of reassurance your hands went to the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, throwing them to the end of the bed. Sirius hand went down to your hip and he placed a few kisses along your side before letting a finger trace your stretchmarks.

“Looks like lightning” he whispered, mostly to himself, “‘s like on nights with thunderstorms when we watch movies”.

And you felt yourself relax a little more, albeit you didn’t suddenly think you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet, you felt calm to listen to your boy finding fascination in your body.

Please Daddy (Tony Stark x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: Tony pays so much attention to his work, sometimes you need it too. You can’t help but demand he pays you the same attention…

Rating: 18+ (smut)

WC: 1,607

Tags: Tony Stark, smut, daddydom, daddy!Tony, bratty reader, spanking, blowjobs, sex.

A/Ns: Tony Stark is Daddy. This is the first one-shot I’ve written, and my first Tony fic. Hope you enjoy :) 

Tony was curled over his desk, working on another upgrade to his latest project. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he sketched on a tablet, you could tell he had just started on whatever he was working on this time. He was so engrossed in his work he hadn’t noticed you pad in, your bare feet almost silent on the hard floor. You bit your lip and walked over, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his neck. You wanted attention, and his attention only. He reached a hand down and stroked your palm gently, turning a little to kiss you. As he turned back to his work, muttering under his breath, you sighed letting go, knowing he was going to need more persuasion to distract him. You would be more patient with him but it was late, and he had been working all day. Skipping out of the room, you went to your bedroom, debating whether you were going to opt for lingerie or something more, something he just wouldn’t be able to say no to. 

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Derek:I’m begging you, please go to the hospital

Y/N: I’m sorry, is this YOUR stab wound?

Y/N: Stay out of it

dads best friend bucky making you ride him on his couch

You hadn’t been in Bucky’s home for longer than five minutes before he had you naked and bouncing on his dick. His hands gripping at your waist, spanking your ass every few moments as you rode him on the couch. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his face was buried into your neck, kissing at the skin and your head was tossed back as your moans flew free

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted with furrowed brows as you grew closer to your peak.

Bucky knew your body like the back of his hand so you when you slowly started to loose your rhythm, he leaned back into the couch, pulling you with him and planted his feet into the floor just as he started to fuck up into you, “You take me so well, fuck.” He groaned at your walls tightening around him.

“Please let me cum!” You cried, your hips trying to buck but his arms wrapped tightly around you waist held you still as you took the rough heavy thrust he provided you.

“Cum with me baby, let go.” His voice strained, hips sputtering as he chased his own release.

And you did. Over and over and over again.

jester

platonic!crows x reader - jester

summary: things go awry when kaz loses his cool

warnings: profanity, excessive drinking

word count: nearly 1.2k

“Kaz, are you really sure you want to go that way?” Y/N questioned, leaning forward in her seat until she was looming over the map splayed across the wooden surface. “I mean, yeah, the guards will probably be stationed there - but this is really risky.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Kaz snapped, practically spitting venom at the girl sat across from him.

He’d had his fill over her - the doubts, the questions, the are you sure’s. To put it simply, it was annoying. There was no place in a functioning crew for someone so outspoken - so brazen as to question the leader.

But here she was, gazing up into his eyes as she blatantly questioned his careful planning. Did she think he wanted them to fail? For the plan to go awry? It sure seemed like it with how she picked through every detail, giving her unneeded opinion. And yet, he still liked her - found himself craving her company, her irritatingly funny jokes. He both loved and despised the way she was a little slice of sunshine, the one bright thing lighting up the Barrel.

“I’m just trying to help,” she offered, leaning back in her chair. “I’m sure being the genius is tiring.”

“You know what,” Kaz snapped, the final thread holding his temper in place fraying. “Get out.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, staring at him as though he had just said something entirely unreasonable. Inej dropped her chin to her chest, carefully trying to look anywhere other than the cat fight happening in front of her. Resting his head in one hand, Jesper exasperatedly watched, partly enjoying the show.

Kaz pointed towards the door firmly, arching one eyebrow, daring her to defy him. And that’s exactly what Y/N did, staying firmly in her seat and crossing one leg over the other. A smile graced her face as she desperately tried to hold in the giggle that surfaced in response to Kaz’s furious gaze.

“You think this is funny?” Kaz barked, “I already have one jester named Jesper - I certainly don’t need a second.”

Y/N abruptly stood from her chair, which clattered to the floor behind her. “I’ve had enough. Enough of you treating me like a rug to wipe your filthy feet on.”

Without waiting a moment, she spun on her heel and strode out of his office, slamming the door behind her with a deafening bang.

As the sun set, Y/N didn’t return and it set all of the Dregs on edge. A person not returning was typically a dreadful omen - one of death, injury, kidnapping, torture. It certainly wasn’t good.

Kaz couldn’t ignore the hateful glances that were shot in his direction as he picked at his dinner, appetite absent. Inej and Jesper were silent, careful not to utter a word after Kaz’s outburst. But the other Crows weren’t so careful. Especially Matthias, who didn’t mind stomping on DirtyHands’ toes every so often.

“Confrontations can be done in a tactful way,” he advised while cutting a waffle into bite sized pieces for Nina.

Kaz huffed, “Another proverb of yours?”

“If you listened, you might find the wise words of Fjerda helpful.”

“Of which you are an endless fount,” he bitterly replied, stuffing a piece of waffle into his mouth which was dressed in copious amounts of butter and very little syrup.

“Don’t take it to heart darling,” Nina cooed, laying her head on Matthias’s shoulder and lovingly gazing up at him. “Kaz just doesn’t have your way with words.”

Wylan nervously checked his bronze pocket watch and glanced around at their ensemble. “Guys- what are we going to do? Leave her out there?”

“If she wants to leave, she’s free to do so,” Kaz chirped, but to the dislike of everyone else.

“No,” Jesper argued, standing up from the table and straightening his back in a confident pose. “We’ll go find her.”

Together the four boys went tramping through the dimly lit streets of Ketterdam, dodging pigeons heading back to the tourist boats and arguing about where Y/N could have gone.

“She has to have gotten dinner!” Wylan exclaimed, gesturing north to where several dingy diners were open.

Matthias stubbornly crossed his arms, “No- she likely went to the harbor. Running water always cools off angry people.”

“Or,” Jesper drawled, “she went to a club - drinking and gambling.”

Everyone turned their direction to the boy who was anxiously fiddling with his guns, spinning them back and forth before reholstering. “What? It’s what I would do.”

As the boys gazed at one another, a silent agreement passed over them. That yes, Y/N would do that too. Her and Jesper were the stereotypical wild child - never backing down from a dare, never refusing a party.

So together they took off, splashing through the streets in search of a club. They took turns, peeking their heads inside various establishments, calling her name.

Kaz now stood in the middle of the street, both gloves hands clutching the head of his cane as he waited for Jesper to return. And soon enough, he appeared toting Y/N along, her arm thrown over his shoulders. She stumbled along, nearly falling over her own feet as she maniacally giggled. Jesper struggled to keep her upright as she tipped forward and backwards.

“You are the most wonderful friend,” she cooed before another giggle erupted as she tripped over a cobblestone.

Jesper simply laughed and hauled her along until they neared the rest of the crew. Wylan tried his hardest not to laugh at Y/N’s drunken state, clapping one hand over his mouth.

As Y/N focused on the group of friends, her gaze immediately fell upon Kaz. Letting out a long groan, she threw her head back and nearly fell over. “Not you.”

“Oh yes… me.”

With a nod from Matthias, they all headed back home to the Slat. But Y/N kept stumbling by their side, slurring her speech as she spilled out confessions.

“I love you all, I hope you know that.”

Jesper and Wylan immediately fawned, literally awwing aloud. “We love you too,” they chimed in sync.

A Fjerdan saying was spoken in Matthias’s thick accent. Half the words were beyond their comprehension of the language, but they gathered that it alluded to platonic love.

Despite his better judgement, Kaz found himself smiling at his makeshift family - this band of brothers and sisters he’d managed to form. Sure, they were all broken, damaged goods in one way or another. But when they were together they were whole - they patched up each other’s wounds and healed the past.

“Even you, Kaz,” Y/N rambled on, clearly out of her mind. “When you get past the glares and shitty attitude, you’re a nice guy way way way deep down.”

Without a second thought, overwhelmed by those warm feelings of home and family, he admitted, “I love you all too.”

“Well look at that,” she exclaimed loudly, throwing her arms into the air and nearly toppling face first onto the dirty cobblestone road. “The Bastard is a softie!”

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Can you ease do a hc where sebastian calls you a good girl for the first time (kind of in like an innocent or joking way) and finds out you have a praise kink?? 🙈 thank you!

Oh dear...

But imagine you and him are playfully arguing over something

And it's been going on for a while so you decide to just let him win

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine. Okay, I lose. You win."

He laughs and leans in to give you an innocent kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

And immediately, a pleasant tingle danced down your spine, making you clench your thighs together

You get over it in a few seconds, but Seb knows your body too well. And he caught the way you shivered at the praise

Just so he wouldn't embarrass you, he didn't say anything right away. He waited a day or two, then brought it up in bed

Naked under the covers, his damp body pressed against yours as he pounded into you from behind

His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed just a little, "Come on, be my good girl and cum for me."

He didn't miss the way you moaned and clenched around him hard the moment he called you his good girl

He chuckled in your ear, making a mental note of that.

I bet once he finds out you have a praise kink, he would be totally shameless

Especially in public, imagine you and him in an elevator and Seb decides to mess with you. He doesn't think twice before slipping his hand under your dress

You gasp and whimper as quietly as you can while he pushes your underwear aside and pushes his two fingers inside of you

He smirks when he feels how wet he made you. "Is my baby's pretty little cunt wet for me already?"

And he'd watched you squirm and try your hardest to hold back from moaning

You would melt anytime he called you his 'good girl.'

Especially when he growled it in your ear while spreading your legs apart and fucking you harder and deeper.

Or when he mumbled it, in a daze, against your lips while you rode his cock, "Such a good girl... riding my cock like you were made for it."

Can you imagine him calling you his good girl and asking you to kneel in front of him and show him just how good you've been all day? eye-

"Come here baby, show me how good you've been today"

"Have you been a good girl? Or do you need to be punished?"

"You look so beautiful on your knees, baby."

"Fuck..." he'd moan, "You feel so good."

Or imagine him tell you how good you taste while he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

"Such a sweet girl."

"Now be good, and be quiet for me"

Imagine him pressing his palm against your mouth, shutting you up while he speeds up into you and leans in to tell you just how good you feel

"Fuck... Babygirl, you feel incredible."

No bc you know something's wrong when EVEN this mf would be a better Captain America than John Walker

Y'ALL KNOW I'M RIGHT

Felix Imagine Part 1

My first Fanfic on here. idk what I'm doing haha. Hope you guys enjoy

You didn't exactly know how you got there. Having been walking home when a sudden darkness, or shadow, overtook you. When you woke up you were laying against a tree. Sunlight shines through the trees and into your face. With a groan you sat up.

"Wha...?" You wondered looking around at your surroundings

Last thing you remembered was walking down the street. You had finished a small hike to find a geocache that was close to your home. But headed back early upon seeing how far of a hike you would have to take.

Panic started to set in when you realized you weren't home anymore. The sound of birds in nature gave that away. The realization cause you to jump to your feet, instantly getting dizzy.

"Where am I?"

Looking around, you spotted your backpack. Quickly shuffling through, you found your phone. Opening it and seeing you had no service. Anxiety started to hit. Your chest heating up, the world seeming to become numb and exposed at the same time.

You threw your phone in your bag before starting to ground yourself. 5 things you see, 4 things you hear, 3 thing you feel, 2 things you smell, 1 thing you taste. You focused on your breathing while you grounded and felt yourself get a grip on yourself.

As you felt yourself start to improve, you heard a twig snap. Your heart pounded as you snapped your head in that direction. Footsteps could be heard from beyond the bushes. Panic rose again as you grabbed your pack and searched for a place to hide. Opting for a thick Bush by the tree. Diving in as quietly as you could and falling towards the bottom. Mentally hating yourself for not picking a different spot when the uncomfort hit.

"...I'm the one with a better throw!"

"Nu uh!"

'They sound like children' you thought as they argued

"Shut up!"

'Not that one'

You jumped slightly at the voice, mentally cursing when you snapped a twig. The kids continued to argue till the other voice shushed them. Your heart pounded as you closed your eyes and wished to be home.

You let out a sigh of relief when the arguing continued and they kept walking. But the relief was short lived when a pair of hands grabbed your ankle and dragged you out of the bush. You yelped at the sticks and rocks scratching you as you got pulled. The sound seemed to shock the attacker, giving you the chance to kick him in the stomach and launch yourself to your feet.

You threw you backpack on as you ran, clipping it to keep it on. The sound of shouting and running from behind you. You didnt dare look back. You knew from experience to run and dont stop, looking back could trip you up.

Hot tears brimmed your eyes from the anxiety and panic. But the adrenaline kept them at bay as you weaved past the trees. You thought you would get away from them when somebody suddenly appeared infront of you. Not being able to stop yourself, you slammed into them. Giving them the chance to wrap their arms around you and hold you steady.

"Pan!" The voice from before shouted approaching "you got her!"

Having been dragged from you hiding spot, kicking and running away, you hadn't gotten a good look at him. He let out a heave from running. Taking a look at you he slowed his approach. You shyed away at a reply.

"You weren't lying. It is a girl"

You looked up at the person and saw who it was. You had heard of him, the infamous Peter Pan. Never would you have thought him to be real. Henry had tried to convince you when you came to Storybrooke. But you never believed him.

"What do we do with her?" A young child asked looking up to Pan.

"Take her to camp. I need to have a talk with the mermaids" He said causing the boys to swarm you and start tying you up "Welcome to Neverland"

Maze runner ~ Sleepover with the boys Part 2 let the games begin ~

First if all sorry this took so bloody long to update. I know i should have updated this sooner but i was a bit caught up in schooling. But here you go hope you like it shank.

Minho: Well!! Go on Thomas

Gally: Yeah what we betting on

Thomas: Well we have to get rid of Alby firts, but i dont know bout you lot but i plan make Y/N mine by the end of tonight.

Minho: As if

Newt: i still don't think this is right

Gally: Then prepare to lose

Chuck: i don't want anything to do with this but leave Alby up to me (wow thats the most contradiction i've seen in once sentence)

Thomas: Fine fine ill make it more realistic, lets just have fun with Y/N

Newt: Are bloody mad!!!

Minho: Deal! She'll be with me boys...

Gally:...i dont know isn't that just like using her?

Thomas: Not if she likes it *smirks*

Newt: I swear one day i will hit you and i wont be sorry *glares*

Minho: i dont see a problem in it? She's single, were all single i hope...so what's the harm???

Newt: i guess your right...but still!

Y/N: Hi Guys!!! *burst into room*

*boys are all shokith*

Y/N: Omg you guys are having a meeting without me!! Rude! Also where is Alby?

*all the boys look at one another*

Thomas: uuuummmm

Newt: He's tending to something important

Y/N: *hears screaming* Is...that Chuck?!

Newt: NO! its just a a aaa Goat!

Y/N: What......?

Thomas: Yeah Winston's been teaching his pet goat new tricks. *smiles awkwardly*

Gally: Y/N i missed you *walks over wrapping you up in a warm bear hug*

Y/N: *blushes intensely, enjoy how warm and cosy the hug is*

*Gally looks over his shoulder and the boys who looked pissed*

Gally: *breaks hug, grabbing your hand dragging you over to the group* Come on sit we have a lot of stuff planned this evening.

*the two of you sat nice and close to each other*

Y/N: Why are you guys so tense??? *you look over seeing all of them Glaring at Gally and then at one another*

Y/N: Are you guys like telepathic or some shit!!!

Newt: Oh no we are just having very intense staring contest!

Y/N: Why?

Minho: No reason, don't worry your pretty little head of sweet pea. *Minho throws a wink at you, of course you blush*

Gally: Alright Thomas! What do we do first?

Thomas: Well i got some options

Thomas:...we got truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark and 7 minutes in heaven...

Y/N: ....*blushes in tensely*

Minho: You nervous? *smirks*

Gally: Don't be beautiful

Newt: Its your choice Y/N....

Sorry i haven't been updating. But im back, also comment which one of these do you want in the next chapter (truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark or 7 mins in heaven.)