But none of the girls ask him out

Percy is 100% friends with the Naiads at camp half blood.

-before his baby sister was born he wanted to learn how to braid hair and other more feminine things that he never learned 

-at first he asks Annabeth and the other female seven but none of them are really girly girls and even when  they can help it’s awkward

- as a last resort he talks to the Naiads with out high hopes. 

- they were soooo happy to help, their response was along the lines of “oh Hades yes,” they practically drag him under 

-they teach him how to braid hair, paint nails, and give one hell of a sea weed facial scrub 

- now they get together every Wednesday and shit talk the dryads.

every big brother cast

in honor of the new season of big brother i decided to make this post detailing who is in the cast each season

Loud  ™

Average white guy. Louder than everyone else. Makes an all guys alliance on the first day but no one sees him as a threat. Everyone listens to him for some reason. He’ll be booted off in a few weeks but isn’t seen as a failure. Had a showmance with a girl he doesn’t respect

Old  ™

Old man or woman. Only on the show so it doesn’t look like a dating show. Booted off in the first few weeks and everyone who voted for him to go cries anyway because they were “best friends”. They’ll be missed. Not really.

Gay  ™

All he talks about is being gay. The straight guys are friends with him to look accepting but talk shit about him behind his back. He’s also friends with all the girls which is why he stays in the game for so long. Acts dumb but actually has a strategy, to the surprise of all the straight people. Kind of racist.

The Single Mom  ™

Hot. Won’t have a showmance but she’ll come close. Playing for her kids. Talks about them a lot but it never makes it into the show. Everyone will call her kids ugly behind her back. Makes it to jury even though she didn’t have a very good strategy. 

The Lesbian  ™

Has no strategy. Makes you wonder why she’s here. All the girls think she’s flirting with them even though she’s not. Tries to be one of the guys but they’re all uncomfortable around her. Doesn’t make it to jury and has no friends. She gained some twitter followers though and exposes all the houseguests after she leaves.

Country Bumpkins  ™

Really annoying but no one thinks so. Makes it into like 1000 alliances. Everyone finds out halfway through the season that they’re racist and is somehow surprised. The girl is always in a showmance and wins a lot of competitions. The guy is really close with all the other guys and he saves the girl he likes from eviction like once. That’s it. Also what is loyalty? They’ve never heard of it.

The Minorities  ™

Only on the show so Big Brother doesn’t seem racist. Really religious. Has a touching backstory. The girl is always Sassy and is seen as a threat though no one will admit why. Can’t catch a break. Have to fight their way to jury because they’re always on the block. 

Unemployed  ™

Kinda ugly. Easygoing. Just lost his job. Lives with his mom. In a lot of alliances. Everyone sees him as a threat for some reason (he’s really dumb but no one thinks so). Somehow lands a showmance with a cute girl. Doesn’t make it to the end but comes close.

The Superfan  ™

Youngest one in the cast. Seen as a threat the first week but then everyone forgets about him. One of the only people who knows what’s going on. Good at mental competitions/challenges. If he doesn’t win he comes really close. 

Girl With Makeup  ™

Everyone hates her because she’s pretty. None of her houseguests respect her. She’d have a good game if literally anyone would make an alliance with her. Gets pretty far because of a showmance. 

Mr. Exercise   ™

Works out. Really dumb. Flirts with everyone. Has zero strategy, his Boys carry him through the game. Has a showmance that no one cares about but the girl will make it further because of him. Talks to the cameras on the live feed. Loves his mom.

The Pawn  ™

Average guy. Does everything his boys asks him to. On the block every week but never goes home, at least until the end of the season. The other side of the house will tell him he’s being used to get his vote but he won’t believe them. Wins one HOH and his Boys make all the decisions anyway. Probably in a showmance but backstabs her without a second thought. Definitely not a fan favorite. 

Quirky  ™ (aka She Wears Glasses  ™)

Won’t stop following the guys around but constantly talks about Girl Power. Has two friends. She makes everyone uncomfortable but stays around because she wins a few competitions. Makes it to jury and the fans kind of like her even though she won’t win fan favorite. Her game is really messy which is why she doesn’t win. Can’t keep a secret. 

Bonus:

one of them is Very Italian and won’t stop talking about it. One of them is related to a past houseguest. One of the girls won’t stop crying. One of the guys call all the girls “too emotional” but has a literal mental breakdown.

She's Not You | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: In which the reader, in an effort to get over her crush on Tom, decides to set him up but for some reason none of the girls ever get a second date. Tom’s problem is that the one girl he wants to go out with seems to be hell bent on setting him up with someone else.

Author’s Note: I’m back hoes what’s good? I’m pretty proud of how this turned out and I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspiration for this fic came from something I read a while ago and last night it popped into my mind for some reason so yea now there’s this. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2219

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“So?” I prodded Tom, dragging out the o’s as long as possible. We were in his dressing closet after a long day of filming as he took out his regular clothes at a snail’s pace. You’d think since he’s somewhat of an athlete he’s be a quick changer but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

Tom took out a pair of jeans and threw them on a nearby chair. “So what?” he asked not looking at me.

I threw my head back with a groan, he knew exactly what I was going to ask him. It was the same question I always asked him every time I set him up with a new girl. Each week I’d find a girl who would go on a date with Tom, which wasn’t that much of a challenge, and each week he’d take the girl to dinner.

The only problem was that none of these girls ever got a second date. Not a single one and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.  I like to think I know Tom pretty well so I’m always surprised when the girls I think he’ll really like never get a second date.

“How was your date with Quinn?” I asked, eager to hear what he thought of her. This is the same question I’d ask every week with another girl’s name. I was hoping that Tom would say he liked her and that he would be taking her out again but-

“It was fine,” Tom answered pulling out a t shirt and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

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wednesdays at three thirty

a late bday fic for @jamesandlilyaredead​ <3 (9445 words, read on ao3)

Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).

“One frozen mocha to go!”

It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.

It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.

“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks. 

He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.

He can see.

Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see

Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.

He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.

Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.

A soulmate.

James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.

He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.

“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.

Who?

He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.

The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.

Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?

There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.

And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour. 

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Exeunt pursued by man in bear suit.

I had two weird dreams last night, which I suppose were technically all part of the same dream, wherein I was visited by dead people. I mean they weren’t dead Dead in the dream, but my brain was self aware enough to be like, “you know these people don’t belong here in your house…they’re dead…also they’re Terry Pratchett and Robin Williams, this is a dream”. 

I first knew something was off kilter because when I walked into my kitchen, Terry Pratchett was sitting there drinking a mug of tea. The dragon under the stove was also a give away, but famous authors, even dead ones, are not often found in my kitchen (contrary to what you’ve heard about my baking). He was reading something, and to my absolute horror I realized it was one of my manuscripts. I started to stutter and sat down in front of him, and because I am British offered him a slice of cake to go with his tea, so I might slide my work out from under his fingers. Not to be distracted by the prospect of a Victoria Sponge however, Terry looked up at me and said 

“It’s a shame really, I was rather enjoying it until the words just stopped…why did you stop? Did you lose your words too?”

At which point I rocketed upright in bed and tried to rationalize why Terry Pratchett would be in my dream and giving me a mild telling off for not writing anything…and then because it was Terry and I miss him, had a bit of a cry and went back to sleep.

Which was when I “woke up” in my bed because I was being prodded in the side. Assuming it was my husband trying to wake me I rolled over and told him to go away, at which point the voice of Robin Williams bounced around the room at full volume as he yelled, “Rise and shine funny-girl, it’s time to climb the walls!”

Ah yes, thought I, I am still asleep and dreaming…or I am in a coma and someone is playing Robin Williams to try and wake me up…which was the point when I heard Terry Pratchett ask, “Is she up yet?”

“No.”

“Tip her out the bed.”

So because Terry Pratchett told him to, Robin Williams tipped me out of my dream bed, and laughed at me when I swore.

“Ach aye, there’s your accent lassie, none of that Amerrrrrican inflection, eh? Just had to get you good and mad.” said Mr Williams, in his own Scottish imitation, hauling me upright and carrying me over his shoulder out the door while I squawked and flailed at the indignity of it all.

The next few images where a blur of motion and sound, but after that we were in a castle which I recognized to be one of my own ideas. My own characters stood stock still like cutout cardboard mannequins, frozen in time, the last action I had written them into. 

Terry was walking between them, pausing every now and then to peer at them through his spectacles like they were an exhibit in a wax museum and giving a little nod every so often, like he had just seen the eyelashes in the wax and was mildly impressed.

Robin at this point, had his arm around my shoulders and was giving me the grand tour of my own work, yelling out jokes about my characters and making me laugh at them.

“And here we have underdeveloped character number three! Half baked and still gooey at the center, it’s salmonella for everybody but at least it tastes good!”

When I looked round again, Terry was sitting at the foot of the dais to the empty throne, sheets of paper between his hands again as he read from the script.

“It says here “exeunt pursued by man in bear suit”…” he said.

“I thought it was funny…” I replied sheepishly…looking at the world which had sparkled mere moments before and watching the color seep away until it was turning grey and cold at the edges… “I thought…well it doesn’t matter. I scrapped it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you lose your words?”

“No…”

“Then why aren’t you writing?”

“I don’t…”—by now the world was starting to fall apart and crumble to dust, falling upwards into the pitch black sky as though it was being pulled away by a black hole.

Robin came in front of me then, placing both giant hands on my shoulders and leaning in until we were butting heads.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, smiling right into my soul, “I know it’s hard when all you want to do it stop. And sometimes you have to, sometimes you can’t chase the demons out. But what you can do, and no one ever tells you this, funny-girl, what you can do…is make ‘em laugh. You can’t burn ‘em out, you can’t chase ‘em out, and you can’t leave without them because it’s your head, but you can make ‘em laugh. You can shake hands with the devil and make him laugh. The world is your clam chowder, and if you’re really lucky, you’ll still find the pearl. Does that make sense? No? Good, nothing makes sense, nothing in this whole existence we like to pretend is reality makes sense, nothing but doing your best and trying to make yourself happy, and if you can’t do that do it for others. You can, you know you can…otherwise your mother wouldn’t be so angry when you tell jokes and there wouldn’t be a man over there dressed in a bear suit waiting to follow us out.”

Laughing and crying, I looked over to where he had pointed, and there was indeed a man in a bear suit. He waved, and I waved back. 

By now the world had dissolved, the walls melting away until only the cut out people remained, illuminated by starlight where previously there had only been black. I turned round when I felt a hand on my shoulder and found Terry standing behind me, his eyes crinkling up under bushy eyebrows as he smiled, handing me back my manuscript.

“I have to go now,” he said, “we both do, because this isn’t real and you’re dreaming. But I’ll have that cake before I go.”

So the three of us turned together to walk out over the stars, pursued by a man in a bear suit.

I woke up sometime before four am, with a heavy ache in my throat, feeling rung out and completely exhausted, but ultimately feeling as though somehow everything is going to be okay. I’ve got walls to paint and chores to do, but later on I’m going to bake a cake and then I’m going to write. And I’m keeping the bear suit joke.

|| Imagine the seventh year Gryffindor girls playing spin-the-bottle-truth-and-dare and getting dared to go kiss the first seventh year Gryffindor boy that you saw ||

“Oh, Merlin…” Lily trailed off, closing her eyes in a slow blink, “Alright, get on with it.” She invited, the bottle having landed on her.

The bottle had landed on Y/N last time, her choosing truth and revealing that she once fell off her broom in a Quidditch practice. It had been a burning question for the other girls, Y/N having been in competition with James Potter for captaincy and having always been a great flyer since their first flying lesson. They wanted to know if she ever wasn’t so perfect at it.

So, now, it was Y/N’s turn to ask a question or suggest a dare.

Y/N grinned devilishly, “Truth or Dare?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Lily groaned, “Dare." She breathed out.

Y/N face relaxed in surprise, Lily having chosen Truth for all of her past turns. But nevertheless, Y/N thought quickly of a fitting Dare.

"I dare you…to…go ask James Potter to Hogsmeade.”

Lily sat very still for a moment, opening and closing her mouth as if to argue. But then, without a word, she stood and exited the room. And then as quickly as she left, she came back- a strange smile on her face and her emerald eyes glittering.

Before anyone could ask her a thing, she spun the bottle. And it landed on Y/N.

A satisfied smile appeared on Lily’s face, “Truth or Dare?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Y/N thought about her options and took a deep breath, "Dare.” She accepted, following Lily’s example as the game had been basically just Truths.

Lily grinned, “I dare you to go kiss the first seventh year boy that you see.” She dared, it being common knowledge that Y/N had never been kissed.

Y/N’s eyes widened to a comical degree, “But what if they don’t want to kiss me?” She asked nervously.

Lily, Mary, Dorcas, and Marlene all looked at Y/N pointedly.

“I don’t know a guy that doesn’t want to ask you to Hogsmeade.” Marlene insisted.

“They’re just afraid that you’ll reject them-” Mary began.

“-You’re always running off to class or Quidditch practice- too busy for boys.” Dorcas followed on from Mary.

Lily smiled reassuringly, “You’ll be fine, kiddo.” She said softly, Y/N being the youngest in the group.

Y/N sighed, standing up, “Alright.” She agreed.

The other four girls stood up with her, trailing behind quickly and excitedly. They followed Y/N all the way to the bottom of the stairs, hiding just out of sight in the stone curve of the staircase.

Y/N looked around the common room where all of the seventh year boys were. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Frank. She then looked back to the girls, a questioning expression on her face. Marlene ran down quickly casing out the room before grinning.

“Sirius.” Marlene whispered, running back up to the other girls that were a few steps above Y/N.

Y/N looked up the stairs to the girls incredulously, Marlene making a shooing motion with her hands. Y/N turned back to see Sirius’ piercing grey eyes on her, him having been in the only chair facing the girls’ stairs.

Y/N felt the tips of her ears grow warm as she stepped out onto the floor of the common room. None of the other boys had noticed her, Sirius’ eyes not lifting despite him continuing conversation with the others like nothing was wrong.

“Sirius,” Y/N called softly over the boys’ conversation as she stopped by them, “Can I talk to you for a moment?” She asked feebly.

James turned with a large grin, “First Lily- now you, Y/N!” He exclaimed happily, hazel eyes glinting up at her behind his glasses, “This is the most I think I’ve seen of all of you girls!”

Y/N managed a meek smile, “Are you forgetting the four Quidditch practices a week, James?” She quipped wittily.

James laughed before turning to Sirius, “Get on with it, lad, we’ve serious business to discuss.” He insisted, turning to Y/N and winking.

Sirius grinned at James as he rose up from his seat, crossing to Y/N and nodding towards an alcove by the boys’ staircase that was out of sight. Neither the girls or the boys would be able to see them. Y/N led the way, Sirius on her heels.

With a pounding chest, Y/N leant her back against the stone wall as Sirius stopped in front of her, his features undeniably curious. Sirius crossed his arms loosely across his chest, his Quidditch jumper still on from the game earlier in the day.

Sirius searched Y/N’s face, offering her a warm smile, “What did you need to talk to me about?” He inquired softly, endeavouring to be quiet and not overheard.

The boy had always been very nice to Y/N ever since he found her crying in first year when she was homesick. She had come a long way since; topping the subjects in their grade and playing Chaser with he and James- all the while enjoying her time at Hogwarts and becoming homesick for the castle when she went home to her parents.

The two didn’t know each other well off of the Quidditch Pitch. But they were friendly. So Y/N was glad that Marlene picked him out and not Peter or James; her being strangers with Peter and James being off limits. Remus was possibly the only one of the boys that Y/N was on better terms with- they studied together with Lily.

Y/N blew out a breath, “Us girls were playing truth or dare and I took a dare,” She began, her seeing Sirius cotton on, "Lily dared me to kiss the first seventh year boy that I saw…but you were all together… so Marlene picked you.“ She explained.

Sirius’ lips pulled up into a grin, "That’s why Lily was down here before too?” He asked knowingly.

Y/N nodded, “But we all knew that she liked James,” She informed Sirius, not wanting him to crush James with the knowledge that it was just a dare, “She just needed a little shove.” She added with a small smile.

Sirius laughed lightly, his arms falling from across his chest, one lifting up to run through his hair.

“Listen, I don’t want to put you in this position- so I thought that I would tell you what was going on and we could pretend that I went along with it and both walk away.” Y/N suggested. 

“What position would you be putting me in?” Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowed, smiling all the while.

Y/N fumbled slightly under his piercing gaze, “Well, I’ve never kissed anyone before so I would like to save you the trauma.” She attempted to joke.

Sirius’ lips quirked, his eyes laughing but it not coming out of his mouth, “What if I wanted to?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped closer.

Y/N blinked slowly, “Sorry?” She asked, thinking she had misheard.

Sirius smiled, not cockily or in an attempt to appear suave, but…boyishly. His icy eyes betrayed his heart of gold, Y/N feeling nothing but warmth and sincerity flooding from his pores.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Sirius whispered solemnly, his eyes flickering between hers and her lips.

Y/N’s breathing quickened, “B-but you never…” She breathed out, confused.

Sirius laughed lightly, reaching up to plant one hand on the wall above Y/N’s head, him leaning his weight on one leg casually as he continued to smile gently down at Y/N.

“I never asked you to every Hogsmeade trip like James with Lily?” Sirius supplied easily, “Believe it or not…I was nervous- I didn’t want to mess it up.” He explained vulnerably.

Y/N looked up at the young man differently, “You never looked twice at me unless we were on the Quidditch Pitch.” She whispered, his confession stealing her breath.

Sirius’ lips tugged up bashfully, “Just because I wasn’t looking at you when you were looking at me, it doesn’t mean that I never looked twice… or a couple hundred times a day,” He replied, “Unlike James, I know discretion.” He added boastfully.

Y/N managed a laugh at that, Sirius’ own laughter harmonizing with hers.

Their laughter slowly wound down, the two looking at each other with painstaking apprehension.

“So,” Sirius began with twinkling grey eyes, “Do you want to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” He asked.

Y/N nodded with a shy smile, “I would love to.” She answered easily.

Sirius grinned, “Brilliant,” He commented, “It’s settled then.” He added, his hand falling from the wall and him stepping back slightly.

Y/N slid out from between him and the wall, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She farewelled as she began to step out from their alcove.

Sirius nodded with a charming grin, “I’ll be waiting for you- we’ll have breakfast together.” He replied like they didn’t have to eat breakfast together every other morning as well.

Y/N was halfway to the stairs where the girls were still waiting when she stopped at Sirius’ voice again.

“Y/N, wait, you forgot something.” Sirius said loud enough from his friends and Y/N’s friends to hear.

Y/N turned, everyone’s eyes on the two as Sirius closed in on her. He took her face into both of his large elegant hands, backing her against the wall beside the opening to the girls’ staircase. And then he swooped down, gently capturing her lips in a brief and tender kiss.

It was over before Y/N could even try to reciprocate, not that she knew how, Sirius moving some hair away from the side of her face as he smiled down at her. He looked down at her as if she were for his eyes only, it sparking a comforting feeling that moved from Y/N’s chest to overtake her entire body.

“Sleep tight, love.” Sirius farewelled her.

“Sweet dreams, Sirius.” Y/N whispered back, crossing to her friends that were scurrying up the stairs to pretend that they hadn’t been watching.

Just before she disappeared from the view of the common room, Y/N cast one last look over her shoulder. Sirius was watching her go fondly, him having taken up his old post in the chair facing the stairs amongst his friends.

Y/N raised her hand in a timid wave, her smiling sheepishly. Sirius mirrored her smile, lifting his hand in a slightly less timid wave.

Just before she got to the top of the stairs, well out of sight from anyone in the common room, James’ Potter’s voice carried up the stairs.

“You turn into a right ponce when she’s around, I love it.”

“What Prongs means to say is that we're glad to know that you do have a soft side, Padfoot.” Remus’ voice accompanied James.

Y/N smiled to herself, the boys’ gossip being harmless. And then she opened the door to the dormitory she shared with the others, all of them smiling at her expectantly.  

{Requests are back open! This blog is no longer abandoned}

Tony Stark/Iron Man - You Look So Familiar

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson. Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @molethemollie for being my betas for this!

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Not Just A Jock

Originally posted by archic-andrews

Requested by anonymous:

“Hey babe!!!! I am so glad you are back I have missed you. As a senior I understand the pressure! I was wondering if you could write an Archie Andrews imagine? Where maybe she is new and he is intrigued by her but she thinks he is like a mean jock…..? Is that lame? I really do 😘 lysm”

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Notes: First riverdale imagine yay!!! also this is not lame!!!! 

*this is set after Ms Grundy (ew) leaves


“What we all really need is a good night out, so who wants to volunteer to host a party?”

“You’re the one with a penthouse apartment and a totally chill mum, you should be the one to have it.” 

“Ok first off Kev, my mum is the opposite of chill and are you forgetting that we’re basically broke? As if we can afford the damage that will undoubtedly occur after the football team’s paid a visit.”

“Oh please as if- woah.” 

Archie looked up from his guitar and messy song writing notebook at the loud sound of Kevin’s loud gasp. It wasn’t long for Archie to find out what caused Kevin to get distracted from his heated discussion with Veronica. His eyes widened and his grip on his guitar loosened as he stared at possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

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|| absolutely ||

{summary: there’s been no girl after me? is this true?}

you guys ready for this au where Peter is hot and popular and who’s also infamous for being a player? bECAUSE I SURE AS HELL AM.

im gonna make you readers thirst for more fuckboi!peter parker with this story 👅👅

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @fandom-flash , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Peter Benjamin Parker, God, just hearing the name had the power to bring girls to their knees for him.

And you were no exception.

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May’s Guide to Getting the Girl

(Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 2328

Summary: Peter Parker has the biggest crush on one of is best friends. He might even say that he’s in love? Oh well, Aunt May is to the rescue.

Warnings: none (fluffy gross stuff again)

A/N: everyone loves peter i love peter and if you don’t love peter then… idk. happy reading everyone!

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Gil x Reader - “Crush”

Originally posted by auliicraval

Originally posted by lovershub

Request: “If you’re taking requests maybe 38 39 and 42 with Gil and if possible could you make the reader male or just as gender neutral as possible maybe use singular they pronouns for the reader”

Pairing: Gil x Reader

Warnings: None


“Y/N! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” A familiar voice exclaimed as you entered Ursula’s Fish and Chips.

“Hey Gil, what’s up?” You smiled pushing one of the other patrons out of their seats so you could sit next to him.

He laughed as the man who you pushed off groaned in pain and scampered off in fear of you. Being one of the best fighters on the Isle, you had a scary reputation around the crew and all who tried messing with you.

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Being Tom Holland’s Baby Sister Would Include:

*gif not mine*

Summary: Just some fluffy headcanons on what it would be like to be Tom Holland’s baby sister.

Author’s note(s): This was a request from @potterposts001, so I hope you enjoy it love! I made reader around nine years old, as they asked for reader to be around Paddy’s age :)

Warning(s): None! Just fluff <3




Being Tom Holland’s Baby Sister Would Include:


•being in a house full of boys was always normal for the holland crew 

-so everyone was really excited when they found out Nikki was having a girl.

 -everyone except for paddy tbh 


•paddy trying to dispose of you as a baby -he was legit like three when you were born 

-disposal being him swatting you in the face 


•thus a beautiful bond was formed. 



•You and Paddy do everything together

 -like everything

 -being similar ages made you really close

 -even tho he tried to kill you 



always being at the front in family photos 

-bc you’re really short (even tho you’re not that much younger than paddy)

 -sometimes the boys will give you piggy backs.


•all of your friends have crushes on Tom, Sam or Harry 

-you finding it gross bc Cooties 

-banning your friends from coming over on play dates.

 -getting jealous when your friends take away tommy’s attention. 



•TOM TAKING YOU EVERYWHERE

-he’d always co-ordinate your outfits too

-mini tom™


•having all of your older brothers wrapped around your finger

 -literally forcing them into pink frilly tutus and making them drink tea

 -“More tea? Princess Samuel?”

-“Most certainly Queen (Y/N)”



•you and paddy being called the terrible twins

 -always pulling pranks on people together 

-one time you almost knocked out Tom. 

-that’s a story for another day. 

-also being called Fred and George. 



•Tom SPOiLInG You RoTTON 

-Nikki hates him for it 

-but he loves seeing you so happy

 -he treats you like a princess 

-*ahem* this may or may not have something to do with Tom buying tessa



•when Tom became spiderman you called him Peter Parker for months 

-you refused to call him anything else. 

-you also blabbed to your friends that he was spiderman 

-you got some real street cred that day.


•All of the boys being protective of you. 

-the first time you crush on somebody Paddy has a Pokemon duel with them.

 -Sam and Harry start appearing outside your school gates so you can’t walk home with your crush

.-Tom giving your crush the “If you break her heart, I will find you” talk

-endless teasing tho



•Growing up in a house of boys, you are a force to be reckoned with.

 -if one of them break something of yours or they gang up on you, you will show them who’s boss. 

-one time at dinner you put hot sauce in their dishes. 

-they couldn’t taste anything for weeks

 -you are a spawn of the devil.


•Being around Harrison a lot 

-ending up having a huge crush on him -Haz playing along cause he’s a sucker for you. 

-“There’s my gorgeous girlfriend!’’

-“Future Mrs Osterfield!”

-bLusHinG

-Tom getting jealous when you say you like Haz more than him. 



•Walks with Tom and Tessa whilst Paddy goes to Tennis practice. 



•Since your family is very active, you decided to do gymnastics and dance as well

-Tom attending all your gymnastics competitions 

-Also attending all your dance recitals

-Tom and Haz cheering you on whether you win or lose. 

-“THATS MY BABY SISTER YOU GO (Y/N) YOU SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS”

-if you win he’s like. “SUCK IT LOSERS”

-*judging stares from middle class parents*

-Taking you out for ice cream afterwards. 



•Tom’s always posting videos of you and him dancing on his Instagram story

-he wants everyone to know how talented his baby sister is.



•you’re really close with all of your brothers

 -so when they go away on press tours with Tom you get really upset 

-Tom hates to see you so sad

-So he calls you and facetimes you everyday

 -always showing off your new skills from dance and gymnastics when you talk 

-Tom is a proud bean™



•You’re always asked about during interviews

 -Tom getting so happy he can’t contain himself. 

-“I’m really proud of my little sister, she does so well and even though I’m not always around she never fails to amaze me”


•Being his little sister has its perks

 -when you do visit him abroad, you get to go on set.

 -You once met RDJ

 -You cried. 


•Sam and Harry holding your hands when you walk down the road and doing the thing where they swing you up in the air

 -they like how you giggle and smile. 


•Meeting Zendaya after telling Tom she’s your idol.

 -she takes you out on a girls day bc aw

-“How do you deal with Tom he’s such a pain?”

-“The world will never know, Zendaya, the world will never know”

-Tom trying to spy on this bc he doesn’t want you to embarrass him 

-You do it anyways.

 -“Did I ever tell you that one time when Tom was younger and he-”

-“(Y/N) NO”


•Rough housing with Sam and Harry-always winning.

-although they claim to let you win. 


•Saturday morning cartoons with Paddy at Tom’s place. 


•After Tom got his own apartment, you and your brothers would go over for movie nights

.-always ending with the five of you cuddled together on the couch.

-Haz totally doesn’t take pictures of you guys. 

-He doesn’t share them to twitter either. 



•Making Valentine’s Day treats for the twins on their birthday because aw 

-Harrison’s always your valentine 



•Dressing up and having a photo shoot with Harry because he knows how to work a camera.

 -he prints out the pictures and frames them around the house

.-he loves doing little photo shoots with you. 



always going for cuddles with sam

-you think he’s the best at it. 

-although it makes your other brothers jealous 

-they always end up joining.



•Your older brothers low key compete for your attention.

-like at Christmas they’ll have competition to see who gets you the best gift.

 -Harrison always wins 

-just because you have a crush on him. 


•Tom having cute nicknames for you

 -Princess 

-Baby sis

 -little holland 


•looking up to all of your older brothers because they’re all so talented and cool. 


•just being one big happy family overall

Mission Bad Boy - 9

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Warnings: softcore smut(?), once again - self loathing, scalding tea

Notes: lol. I must really hate every character here. GIF CREDIT GOES TO THE ACTUAL OWNER. 4.2 k Words

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You had no idea what had happened after you had fled from the party, but when you had gone back to school the next week, you had witnessed something you never believed would happen. 

While you stood near the entrance of the classroom, you had gotten a spectacular view of a familiar girl sitting in your place, a shy smile playing on her mouth whilst she received a kiss on her cheek from your desk mate.

“You’re so cute,” You heard his quiet hum, making your fists clench as you bit your lip.

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jealous - peter parker

Jealous - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: ((requested by anon)) hiya, could i request a fic where peter parker really likes the reader so he invites her to a party that tony is holding (they are just friends and she knows he’s spiderman). At that party somebody starts to flirt with the reader and tony teases peter about it but in the end tries to help him out? thanks! :)

a/n: ((DAY 2 OF THE 7DOS)) ((7 days of spiderman)) whoop it’s my first request so just send me requests bc i’m unoriginal!!! thank u for reading i love u. also sorry this is LONG OVERDUE and i changed it a bit :-)


As Peter walked out of the elevator and into the party, a wave of anxiety overcame him. Everyone at the party was either more or less dressed up than him, and he didn’t really know anybody there except for the person that invited him. That person happened to be Tony Stark, the one person that everybody wanted to talk to, which was unfortunate for Peter as he was a socially-awkward teenager at an adults’ party

Peter didn’t exactly know what he was supposed to do, so he began to walk around and pretend to have a good time. Every time the elevator would open, Peter would glance and hope–pray–that is was a person anywhere near his age.

When the fifth time the elevator opened, Peter had started to lose hope that he would have a person to talk to, but this time he was proven wrong. Out of the elevator walked a girl near his age, and immediately caught his eye. A part of him wanted to go up to her, but assumed that she wouldn’t want to talk to a guy like him.

Staring at the girl across the room, Peter frowned to himself. He realized that he would never have a single chance with her, but was soon snapped out of his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was met with the face of none other than Tony Stark.

The pair talked for a minute, but Tony quickly noticed how distracted Peter was. Peter kept glancing over Tony’s shoulder, obviously paying more attention to whatever was behind him than the conversation. Tony turned and saw what Peter was staring at. It was the girl who came out of the elevator earlier that night.

“Want me to introduce you?” Tony asked, visibly shocking Peter.

“What?” Peter said in response, not entirely knowing what they were talking about.

“Her,” Tony said, gesturing to the girl Peter was looking at, “do you want me to introduce you to her?”

“Uh, no,” Peter coughed awkwardly, “no thanks.”

“Okay, well if you want to talk later, her name’s (Y/N).” Tony said, leaving Peter.

(Y/N), thought Peter, what a pretty name for such a pretty girl.

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K A I R O S | 04 | (M)

 /ˈkīräs/

(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Waring: Mature content
Word count: 6.7k
Author’s note: Tell me what yall think!! I’d love to know what’s going on in your minds guys.

Parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 …

“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”

//

Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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AoEx Boys Helping Their S/O with Painful Cramps: 

(Requested by @thiscityneedsyounow! I hope these are okay! And I hope you feel better soon sweetie!! ) 

Rin Okumura! 

  • he’s at a loss
  • totally caught off guard
  • and a little scared ?
  • he knows that girls get cramps on their periods…but…he doesn’t KNOW
  • you’d have to walk him through it - but he’d do whatever you ask 
  • You want chocolate? Sure - he’ll go get it. 
  • A heating pad? Definitely. No problem. 
  • You want him to rub your back? No big deal. 
  • Need more pads/tampons or pain killers? Just tell him which ones to get and he’ll get it. 
  • (he’ll text you pics of the different ones at the store until he finally has the right one)
  • also he’s always down for cuddling so if you just need affection - he’s THERE 
  • he’ll wrap his tail around your waist and nuzzle against you and its so cute and warm and lovey dovey  

Yukio Okumura! 

  • he’s a 
  • DOCTOR
  • he KNOWS what to do 
  • he’s already got everything you need 
  • likes giving you little facts about this or that revolving around a period 
  • “Did you know that chocolate actually helps ease period cramps because-” 
  • “Yukio - stop. Please don’t talk about it.” 
  • “Well, okay Y/N. But there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed of it - its totally normal and - “
  • “YUKIO”

Ryuji ‘Bon’ Suguro! 

  • oh geez
  • big gorilla lookin muthafucka buyin pads/tampons at the convenience store with THAT expression ^ 
  • he doesn’t honestly have a problem with it 
  • but he has to keep up appearances - you know?
  • constantly worries about you though 
  • if you’d let him he’d wrap his arms around you - his hand lightly holding the heating pad/hot water bottle in place against your abdomen 
  • presses soft kisses to your shoulder comfortingly 
  • stays quiet usually but if you just want to hear his voice he’d recite sutra 

Konekomaru Miwa!

  • bless his sweet little ol heart 
  • he’s not prepared in the slightest 
  • feels useless cause he doesn’t know how to help 
  • probably prays about it when your napping or whatever 
  • is willing to run around and do whatever you say so that he can be of use 
  • its sweet
  • he’s kinda like a puppy 

Shima Renzou! 

  • he ALREADY KNEW when this day would come
  • he’d noticed your habits in class and stuff before ya’ll had become a thing 
  • and could pinpoint approximately when you would start 
  • its kinda creepy Renzou 
  • but he always offered you a water bottle and he always knew when you wanted chocolates and he always kept a supply of pain relievers in his bag when he knew this day was approaching 
  • now that ya’ll are a thing - he’s still the same 
  • he’s still ready for it and he spoils you days in advance 
  • bringing you your fave flowers or a teddy bear and something chocolate 
  • when the cramps happen - it shocks him that they’re so bad 
  • but he stays chill and rubs your back and does whatever you need him to 

None of them ever say anything if there’s blood on sheets/blankets/clothes/towels. They just let it be. They might text their mothers (or girls they know, ex: Shura) and ask how to remove the stains - and if they can’t they might just throw out whatever it is and get a new one (unless its something important to either of you - in which case they just don’t speak about it and eventually they don’t even notice it anymore to be qh). 

anonymous asked:

I adore your work! It's amazing. If you're still taking requests, could you do something where Betty gets a little tipsy and accidentally admits she likes juggie?? Is that dumb??? Lol

These ones are so fun to write! Thanks so much!
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Okay.

Okay, this wasn’t so bad. She kind of liked this.

Looking into Veronica’s expectant eyes, Betty smiled reaching for the brown, bubbly alcohol.

Veronica smiled

“Oh hell yeah! Betty Cooper slaying your dragons, one by one!”

The cold foamy liquid slid down her throat instantly warming her body from the inside out.

It didn’t taste bad, but it was not what she expected beer to taste like at all, it was a little too ..sour?

This wasn’t something Betty did on the regular, going out to wild parties and drinking with her best friends, but today had been a really rough day.

She needed this.

Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter of the blossoms kitchen, she could remember exactly what had put her in this mood .

Ginger Lopez and jughead jones.

That girl had been all over the mysterious moody boy and he just… let it happen. He didn’t try and stop her, he didn’t shove her away when she placed her hands all over his biceps, he didn’t even yell at her when she stole one of his fries at lunch, And in jugheads world? she assumed that was the closest he came to flirting.

So yeah she was frustrated, couldn’t he see how completely head over heels she was for him? She thought she was being obvious, always asking him to pops, running her hands through her hair, she even bought chocolate scented lip gloss, it was his favorite smell after all. But no. nothing. Instead he was gonna end up falling for ginger Lopez and all her fake lipped, leopard wearing glory.

She didn’t have anything against the highlighted brunette, sure she had filed a petition to get her kicked out of seventh grade for wearing a real fur coat, but that was for the animals, not for her. None the less the girl didn’t bother her.

But now.. Betty couldn’t stand to look at her.

She always met Jughead after school to walk home, unfortunately for her she caught him leaning against the bike racks talking to none other than the girl in question. She was batting her false lashes at him and practically devouring him with her eyes. The worst part of it all? He was smiling back at her. Needless to say, Betty turned right around, and made the walk home on her own today.

Pulling her phone out she noticed the four missed texts from Jughead

JUGGIE: where are you? Burgers at pops? My treat.

JUGGIE: missed you after school, did you have to stay after? Meet up later?

JUGGIE: Ron said you were going to the blossoms tonight, safe idea? Not really your scene.

JUGGIE: hello?

Slamming her phone shut, she reached for another beer, having already downed two she could definitely feel the effect.

So Jughead didn’t want her? Fine. She was gonna have fun tonight, ginger could have him for all she cared.

Suddenly Kevin was by her side, handing her a bubbly pink wine cooler.

She grabbed it quickly taking a sip.

Oh that was good. Finishing it in less than a minute she reached for his, before he pulled it away

“Down girl, the night is young! Let’s dance!”

Forty minutes later , four more wine coolers and one steamy dance with Veronica, Betty was feeling more than a little wobbly.

As she made her way to the side of the room, she felt a hand grip her wrist, steadying her.

Whipping around she came nose to nose with jughead jones.

“Oh great, just the person I didn’t want to see.” She groaned.

Hurt flashed in his eyes for a quick second before it was replaced by anger, tugging her along he shouted over the music

“Come on we’re leaving.”

Ripping her wrist free , she shot him a glare

“I’m not going anywhere! I’m having fun.” She smiled doing a twirl.

He sighed

“Fine have it your way.” Suddenly she was up and over jugheads shoulder, his hand on the back of her thighs holding her skirt down.

“WHAT?! PUT ME DOWN! FORSYTHE JONES! PUT ME DOWN!”

Finally she felt the cool breeze hit her face, and her feet touched the ground.

“Don’t make this difficult, we’re going home. Arch is driving Ronnie, but I figured we’d walk, you could use the air, maybe it’ll sober you up.” He looked dissapointed.

“Hey! You don’t get to look at me like that, you’re just a silly boy, a stupid silly boy.” She slurred

He shook his head, the confusion evident in his eyes
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that, so why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset that you had to go get drunk?”

She narrowed her eyes, wobbling a little in the pavement

“Like you don’t know, why are you even here juggie. I assumed you’d be cuddling your girlfriend right now.”

His eyes widened comically
“ my girlfriend?”

“Oh ginger, I love how your delicious lips taste just like plastic, oh that’s right they are plastic! Let me cuddly you in your rabbit coat. She’s an animal killer, did you know that juggie? I love animals, I would never wear one But you like her instead of me.” She pouted ,as he went to catch her before she fell

“Woah what are you even talking about? Ginger Lopez? You think I like ginger Lopez? Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought.” He gripped her by the shoulders

“Yes I am drunk. Yes I am very drunk. Am I lying? No. every one can see it Jughead, it’s fine I’ll just stare it you from afar like I’ve been doing for five months, you don’t even notice, you don’t even notice me.” She was crying now and every piece of jugheads heart broke, he grabbed her face, Hiding his wince at the alcohol on her breath

“I notice you bets, I notice everything about you.”

She leaned into his palm

“If you noticed you would have known, I was in love with you.”

His heart leapt out of his chest.

“You’re drunk.”

“Drunk words , sober thoughts and all that” she giggled.

He smiled softly

He loved her more than anything but he was not about to have this conversation, with the very tipsy blonde in front of him

“I love you too Betty, and we will discuss this further in the morning, when you’re head is throbbing and you want to bury your self in your bed forever. And that is your punishment.”

She sighed

“Ay ay captain!”

He rolled his eyes reaching for her hand.

It was gonna be a long night

Magic // Hansol Vernon Chwe

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the prompt: vernon never liked schoolwork, and you weren’t one for random adventures. however, things can quickly change when you’re with the right person.

words: 7821

category: hogwarts au + fluff

author note: this took literally a year to write or at least that’s what it felt like. anyway this is for marissa (@midnighthansol) who go check out her scenario blog (@skooluvsaffair) bc it’s one of my favorites and she wrote camp counselor!jun for me and i squealed so loudly reading it lol.

ps i want to write for all of hogwarts!seventeen bc it’s so much fun and I’ve already got a hufflepuff!jun coming up so why not more?

- destinee

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Last First Kiss

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 8k 

Summary: Peter has a terrible night at Liz Allen’s party until he meets (Y/N) the new girl at midtown. 

Warnings: None 

“This was it”, Peter thought; tonight is the night. He’s going to finally ask Liz to the homecoming dance at her party. Peter was asking Aunt May for some pointers before he even got out the car, “Should I ask her to go on a date first? When’s the perfect time to ask her?” He rambled on and on. Ned and Aunt May both shushed him; he was so nervous for tonight. Peter just didn’t know how or when to shut up.

“Maybe, this is stupid. Let’s just go back home May and forget all this happened.” May locked the doors and rolled up her windows before Peter could get back in the car. “Peter, you’re going to go in there and tell Liz how you feel and if she doesn’t feel the same then it’s okay. Just as long as you were brave enough to say something.” She gave him a small lecture; sure she was like his best friend but she also knew how to be the grown up in these types of situations.

She began to drive away from the house; Peter took a deep breathe in and out and his palms were sweaty from all the nerves.


Peter and Ned made their way up to the steps of Liz’s door; letting themselves in. The pair both took in the whole scene of their first high school party.  

Peter’s eyes land on the beautiful Liz walking up to them, “hey guys! Thanks for coming to my party. Glad to have you here.” She gave both of them a genuine smile and then walked off to greet other people. Peter was flabbergasted; Liz had talked to him for the first time. This time it wasn’t Peter who is always asking her stupid questions or complimenting her outfits. “You’re a great party host Liz,” Ned nudged him basically telling him to shut up.

Ned turned to look at Peter; him shocked as he was. “Peter, close your mouth and stop staring before you look like a creep.” He did just that and then averted his attention to his best friend.

“Oh, right yeah. Sorry.” He apologized.


The whole night, Peter was trying to find Liz or just try and get alone but she was always MIA. He finally decided to give up; “maybe next year,” he thought. Peter was ready to go home but he couldn’t find his cowboy hat wearing friend. Peter searched for him all over the house and rooms; until he went up to the last room only to find Liz making out with the captain of the football team.

Peter was heartbroken; sure he knew he didn’t have a chance with her, but seeing her making out with some guy in front of his eyes was a sight he wanted to watch.

Ned finally called up Peter, “Peter! I totally forgot to tell you, but I left like an hour ago. I wasn’t feeling the party scene. So mom picked me up, sorry for giving you such a short notice. I’m sure it’s going great though.” Peter took a huge breathe in; trying not to cry. “Yeah, don’t worry Ned! Everything is going great. I’ll tell you all about it on Monday.” He tried hard to sound enthusiastic but this whole night was a bust and Peter didn’t want to Ned to feel bad. 

After getting off the phone with Ned; Peter sulked all the way to a small bench the new girl from school was sitting at.“Do you mind if I sat here with you?” Peter asked her pointing at the small bench. “Oh yeah, of course.” She scooted over to make some room for the unknown boy. After a moment of silence, (Y/N) finally introduced herself to him. “I’m (Y/N), I just felt like I should introduce myself to you.” She was rambling because she wasn’t good at making small talk and especially if she has to talk to the cute boy from her AP bio class. 

She noticed he seemed like he was in another planet, “are you okay? Why aren’t you inside enjoying the party?” (Y/N) didn’t mean to pry into his life but she liked helping people. “Oh sorry about that, I am Peter. I think we have bio together, right?” He apologized again which seemed to be the 10th time in one night, “also why aren’t you inside?” Raising his eyebrow at her. 

“I’m not going to lie, I never really wanted to be here and parties aren’t really my thing. Flash invited me; he’s been trying to hit on me ever since I started at Midtown High. I told my mom and she made me come; she thinks it’d be good for me. Oh, Peter. I’m so sorry for just throwing this at you.” She felt really bad; considering they just met and she was just throwing her issues at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize to me. I don’t mind listening,” he chuckled. Peter wasn’t sure why but he felt like he could tell her anything; she just had this certain type of vibe to her. “I was going to confess to Liz Allen tonight, but I found her making out with the captain of the football. Then my best friend left without telling me and I don’t have a ride home.” He confessed about everything that happened on this crappy night to (Y/N). 


There was a moment of awkward silence but (Y/N) pulled out her car keys and jumped out of her seat, “let’s go Peter.” He was speechless; didn’t know what to say or do. Peter just sat their for a couple of minutes. Is he really going to go somewhere with a girl he barely knows?

He thought, why the hell not? What is she going to do to him?

The pair both walked out of the party together; Peter trailed a little behind her. It took a while to find her car, considering most of the kids at the school were there. They finally found her car; (Y/N) getting into the driver seat and Peter getting into the passenger seat. She just began to drive; not even asking what Peter’s address was.

“Do you uh need my address?” He finally broke the silence, “I’m not taking you home yet. But don’t worry I’m not going to kidnap you.” She laughed at how nervous he looked; ready to jump out of his bones. “I’m just taking you to a diner I’ve been going to ever since I first moved here; their sundaes are to die for. And plus, I think after tonight you might need some ice cream.”


“So, who’s your favorite superhero?” Peter asked her, while he took another bite of his hot fudge sundae. “In all honesty, I’m going to have to say Captain America. Not because he’s hot but because he honestly just kicks ass! What about you Peter?” The whole night, the pair were slowly forgetting about how they ended up in a small diner in the bronx but they both didn’t mind. (Y/N) was glad, she gave into going to the party. 

“I gotta say Spider-man, have you seen that butt?” (Y/N) busted out laughing; her laugh was just so contagious that he started laughing as well. They got some dirty looks from the waitresses, but they just continued to laugh and be carefree. The two both loved having each other’s presence around and they didn’t want to leave the diner’s little booth. 


“Well, it’s pretty late. I think I should be heading out soon,” Peter suggested. “My aunt’s going to be worried.” He got up to pay for their sundaes, “also I think I can just walk from here.”

(Y/N) didn’t want him to leave, but it was nearly 2 AM so what could she have done? “Peter, I’m driving you. I insisted on taking you here; I should be the one that takes you home.” She said matter of factly. Peter didn’t even try to fight back; he was tired and he didn’t want to admit but he wanted to spend more time with (Y/N) and get to know her more.

The two finally made their to Peter’s small apartment in Queens, “well here it is.” Peter said pointing at the apartments. 

“Thanks a lot, this really meant a lot.” Peter thanked (Y/N) and was about to exit the car until she stopped him, “I had a really great time. Maybe we can do this again? Unless you don’t want to but it’d be nice to make another friend from school.” She was rambling which Peter thought was quite cute. “Yeah, let’s totally do this again. I had a great time.” He gave her a genuine smile but didn’t get out the car yet; a comfortable silence just filled her small car.

(Y/N) yanked him by his collar and kissed him on his lips; Peter was shocked but he didn’t stop her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me; it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna see me again.” 

Peter, himself finally did an impulse decision. He kissed her again; cutting her off when she was in the middle of her rant.

“Would you like to go to homecoming?” He looked outside her window; afraid of rejection. “Well I’m going to have to check my schedule, and it says yes.” She joked with him. 

He pecked her again on the lips, “Goodnight (Y/N). I’ll see you at school.”

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a/n: i hoped you guys enjoyed thisssss :)))