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I was wondering, what if Harry and Hermione had met before Hogwarts?

The first time Harry Potter met Hermione Granger, she was standing with her chin up and her hands on her hips a few paces from the old olive tree in the schoolyard, glaring into the far distance. The wind was trying to twist and buffet her hair into her face, but mostly it was just tangling cheerfully with itself.

Dudley and Piers were busy kicking all the other kids off the play structure, so Harry had retreated out into the grass. He stood a safe distance from the weird girl who was pretending to be a statue and thought wistfully of lunch.

“There’s a fallen bird’s nest,” the girl said in a rapid and certain tumble of syllables. “The boys knocked it out of the tree, but I chased them off and I’m hoping the mama bird comes back. I’m Hermione Granger. We just moved here.”

“Harry,” he said.

“How’d you get that scar?” she said.

“Car accident.”

“That’s a weird scar for a car accident.”

Harry shrugged. “It killed my parents.”

She blinked quickly at him and even at that distance he wished vaguely that she wore glasses, too, because her gaze was something that really felt like it should have some built-in bluntedness. “Mine are dentists. Mum’s taking me to the library after school, want to come?”

-

Before they went into Diagon Alley, Harry asked Hagrid if they could find a payphone. Hermione picked up on the first ring.

“Harry! Where have you been? I’ve been trying and trying to call–”

“Sorry, yeah. Um, so, I’m not coming back to school next year, I…” Harry drifted off, staring at Hagrid’s massive moleskin shoulders. The giant man saw him looking and gave him a tentatively cheerful little wave. “It’s been weird, Herm.” He pressed his forehead into the phone stand, but not too hard. “I think you’re the only thing I’m really going to miss.”

“Harry,” Hermione said and Harry started to frown, because that wasn’t her stern and startled voice. That was the voice that meant she was off down a charging war path of other thought and might not have heard him at all. “I’ve been reading.”

“Of course you’ve been reading,” he said. “I’ve been being forcibly hidden from a swarm of post office owls–”

“You’re in books,” she said in breathless delight, squeaking over the telephone line. “First thing we did, of course, after the professor explained, was get her to escort us to a bookstore– a whole bibliography, Harry, a whole world’s bibliography I haven’t even touched– how am I ever going to–” She took in a little calming breath, and murmured, “Different infinities, it’s okay, Hermione, okay.” A sharp exhale and then she tumbled right back into her rushing rivelet of a sentence. “And I picked up a good dozen, besides the school books, of course, and Harry, you’re in books, in Dark Wizardwork of This Century and A Modern Wizards’ History and October’s End: A Biography–”

“Hermione,” said Harry with slow enunciation. “Are you a wizard, too?”

“A witch, I think,” she said. “But I’m still reading up on the sociology of it all.”

-

Hagrid wouldn’t say Voldemort’s name, but Hermione would. She came over with a stack of books up to her chin, gave the Dursleys her normal pointed little stare that said she’d like to set them a little on fire, and curled up in his cupboard with him.

He supposed she probably could learn how to set them on fire, now, if she really wanted to.

She gave him passages and excerpts with his name in them, with his parents’ names, a home he hadn’t known. There were pictures of a ruined house with the smoke drifting in little curls of ink. There was his mother, smiling and waving in black and white. There was his mother, laid out on the floor, with a sober little caption below it. That picture was still, except for curtains fluttering in the window.

Hermione finally dragged her face far enough up from the pages to see Harry holding his own hand very tightly, and then she closed the book and reached for one about which magical creatures you should pet and which you shouldn’t.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I wanted to know.”

“I’m still sorry.”

-

The Grangers drove Harry, Hermione, Hedwig, and their trunks to King’s Cross Station. Mrs. Granger kissed the top of Hermione’s head while Mr. Granger mussed Harry’s mop of dark hair affectionately, and then they swapped children and repeated the treatment. Hermione pushed her hair back out of her face and marched them all to Platform 9 ¾, the entrance mechanism of which she had read all about.

“Before you go,” Mrs. Granger said, “let’s buy you some sandwiches? I don’t know what sort of food they’ll have past that–”

“There’s a trolley,” Hermione said, but her parents dragged them off to a snack kiosk anyway, Harry happily in tow.

As they were on Hermione’s tight schedule, there were plenty of compartments open, and they took one all to themselves– well, to themselves, Hedwig, and Hermione’s books, which took up two seats. (Harry would wheedle Hagrid into taking him to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping that year, where he would get Hermione a carry-all bag for her small personal library.)

Hermione took a long preparatory breath while Harry unwrapped his sandwich. “Harry? What if I go and sit down under the Hat and I just sit and sit there, and then it says I’m not a witch at all?” Hermione said, the words getting more squashed together and higher-pitched as she went. “I’m not magic, it just got confused, and they send me home? Harry, I don’t want to be a dentist. Other people’s mouths are disgusting–”

“You’re not going to get kicked out,” Harry said, chewing amiably on his sandwich. It was not good, but the Dursleys hadn’t bothered with any breakfast for him and he hadn’t wanted to bother the Grangers about it either. It was a bit dry on the way down, but it settled warmly in his belly.

“But what if I do?”

“I’ll stage a protest,” said Harry. “Refuse to do my homework til they reinstate you.”

“You’re not going to do your homework anyway.”

“See how dedicated I am to you.”

She made a dismissive little noise at him, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Hermione,” he said, and she lifted her bush of hair to look at him. “You’re the most magical person I know. It’s gonna be alright.”

She gave a long slow blink but whatever she might have said was interrupted by an uneven knock at the door. “Um,” said the pudgy boy standing there. “I’ve lost my toad.”

Hermione leapt to her feet. “Where did you see him last?”

Harry followed in the wake of her forward charge, but he brought the rest of his sandwich with him.

-

(Harry did not know this and would not know this until Mrs. Granger mentioned it casually over a Christmas dinner years and years later– but she and Mr. Granger reported the Dursleys for child abuse and neglect, over and over.

The reports got lost– minds scrubbed down, papers vanished– but they kept calling in reports. They considered kidnapping. They couldn’t imagine why the wizarding world might want to keep their chosen one somewhere so toxic, why they might want to keep this underfed child and his messy hair with those people.

“My mother left me a blood protection spell,” said Harry, whose scar had not ached in years. He poked at his mashed potatoes under the focused attention of Mrs. Granger’s stern little forehead wrinkle. “I had to live with family, blood family.”

“Then they should have made them treat you right,” Mrs. Granger said, as though it was that simple.

Mr. Granger gave Harry another helping of peas.)

-

On the steps of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy thrust out his hand to the Boy Who Lived, who surveyed the open palm with amusement. “Thanks,” said Harry. “But I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself.”

The redheaded, freckly, hand-me-down clothes boy Malfoy had been bothering snorted. Harry slipped his hands into his pockets.

“You’re the kid with the rat from the train,” Hermione said. “And the spell that didn’t work.”

“It was a cool rhyme anyway, though,” Harry said. “Hi, I’m Harry, this is Hermione.”

“Yeah, she said, then. I’m Ron– uh, Ron Weasley.”

“Yeah, he said,” Harry said, rolling his eyes Malfoy’s direction. “Come on, you wanna stand with us? Hermione will tell you about the ceiling.”

“It’s enchanted!” said Hermione.

-

When Hermione founded SPHEW, Harry was not surprised. He had spent too many schoolyard days escorting spiders to safe spaces, keeping vigil over fallen bird’s nests, and watching Hermione stand up on her desk chair in heated pitched verbal battles with teachers. She’d driven at least two teachers to tears and taught most of them at least a few new vocabulary words.

-

Over summers and holidays, Harry and Hermione took Ron to the movies, to the seashore, to Hermione’s top three favorite libraries. Hermione’s Aunt Meg taught them how to whittle under a cloud of cigarette smoke that clung to Harry’s hair until he washed it out.

In this life, there were things in the Muggle world that Harry missed, that he wanted to see again. He loved Hogwarts, and he nominally went home to the Dursleys each summer, but he knew he always had a bed at the Grangers’. He knew the weird system they used to organize the books on their shelves. He’d pass Mrs. Granger the marmalade in mornings before she had to ask. He got free dental check-ups all his life, which was good because the Dursleys rarely bothered taking him into the dentist.

The whole Granger family tore apart newspapers every morning, calling article excerpts across the table and pointing each other to their favorite journalists. Before Hermione even first stepped onto Hogwarts grounds she got a subscription to the Daily Prophet. During Harry’s fourth year, Mr. and Mrs. Granger got Arthur Weasley to buy them an owl and then began an unending campaign of furious letters to the editor that never got published.

-

In a crumbling boat shed, Severus Snape died, but first he pressed a shining bundle of memory into Harry’s hands.

The fight was still going– Neville newly broad and certain; Luna whipping out quiet, barbed little curses; Ginny charging like an army in and of herself. Hermione had her arms full of basilisk fangs. Ron was moving people like bishops and knights. But Harry had a long damp walk before him, so he had time to wade through that life not his own.

Severus had been a lot of things– one of them was in love. Harry dragged his feet through forest mulch, seeing a little redheaded girl in sunlight, hands not his own offering her transformed flowers. It had been just them for so long. For Severus, for so long, there had been no one but him and Lily.

Even in Hogwarts, Severus had drifted through the classrooms and common room and library. He had believed in magic, in the cool slide of good knives through dried roots, and in Lily– always, always in Lily– Lily in sunlight, Lily chewing on her thumbnail over Transfiguration homework, Lily flicking soapsuds at him in her kitchen at home over summer, Lily pig-tailed and seven, wide-eyed as he showed her the first magic she’d ever seen, a leaf to a flower, a bit of sunlight to a bit of fire.

He had loved, and it had been a real thing. He had fucked up, and it had been a real thing, that heartbreak, that regret.

When Harry turned the Stone in his hand and saw his mother step into pseudo-life in that forest clearing, he thought I wish I’d known you. He thought about how she was in sepia and gray, here, just like in the pictures in the pages of Hermione’s books.

But he was also thinking about Severus. He was remembering Lily in sunlight, remembering her walking away, remembering her in that same cold photographed sprawl but in color–in grief–in bruised knees and heaving gasps.

Severus had been the first to find Lily’s body and it had felt like someone had cut the sunlight out of him. Harry was living through that grief, but he was also living through the wail of the child crying unacknowledged. His tiny pudgy hands were wrapped around the guardrail of his crib.

Harry was thinking about a girl standing in a field like a statue, hands on hips. He was thinking about Hermione’s raised hand ignored in Potions, or the way Snape had sneered that he didn’t see a difference in her cursed teeth. Love had made him brave, perhaps. It had killed him, but it had not made Severus good.

Harry wondered if his mother would have escorted spiders to safe places, if she would have stood guard over fallen bird’s nests, if she had worried herself to pieces that first time on the Hogwarts Express about the Hat telling her she didn’t really belong.

“I wish I’d known you,” he told the specter of Lily Potter. He held his own hands tight.

For Harry, for so long, there had been no one but him and Hermione. Even in Hogwarts, there were things only she would understand– parking meters, the cobweb ceiling of his cupboard, the silence of marmalade at breakfast. Harry believed in magic and he believed Hermione Granger was the most magical thing he knew.

“They’ll be alright,” he said. “I’ll be alright. I was alright, mum. I wish I’d known you– but I wasn’t alone.” He squeezed his hands tighter– Hermione showing him her favorite spots in her favorite libraries; Ron shyly showing them the Burrow like it was anything less than a magnificent masterpiece of warm rooms and patchwork architecture; Hermione standing in the field like a statue, bushy-haired and seven years old, jaw set. “She wasn’t alone, either,” he said. “And she’ll be alright. Ron will be alright. I have to do this, don’t I?”

“We are so proud of you,” Lily said.

“Thanks,” said Harry. “Sorry,” said Harry, and wondered if Hermione was going to be able to read the little passages and excerpts with his name in them, with those un-moving pictures and the sober captions underneath.

He dropped the Stone.

-

When Harry Potter died for the first time, crumpled in forest mulch, he didn’t go to a squeaky clean King’s Cross Station. There were no crescent moon glasses to twinkle kindly at him.

He stood under an old olive tree and a little girl looked up at him with those eyes that needed shielding, needed blunting, needed a manufacturer’s warning. “A wind’s coming,” she said. “You can just go. It will be easy.”

He stood outside Diagon Alley, a Muggle payphone tucked between his shoulder and ear. “You’re in books,” she said, with a breathlessness he’d barely heard for years. There had been too much weight on his shoulders, on hers. “You’re done,” she said. “You’ve done enough. Go on, tap three bricks up and two to the left.”

He stood in Godric’s Hollow, in the snow, holding her hand, looking at the ruined house. “You should have had this,” she said. She was seven and small, not nineteen and weary like she had been in life. The sky was overcast but there was sunlight glinting in her hair. “You can still have this. You can have everything.”

“You’re not real,” Harry said.

“But you are,” she said. “There’s a wind coming. It will be easy.”

“You’ve never done anything easy in your life,” he said.

She took both his hands– hers were so small against his grown fingers, his broad palms, and how had they done everything with hands that small? Basilisks and werewolves; shouting down teachers from atop desk chairs.

Harry was sitting in his cupboard in the light of its single bulb and he was too big for this space, his shoulders curling forward, his head bowing. She was standing there with sunlight still in her hair and her arms piled high with books. “You don’t belong here,” she said. “It will hurt. You won’t fit, if you go back. Everything can be easy. Everything can be fine. It doesn’t have to hurt, ever again.”

“Hermione,” he said and leaned forward, put his hands on her hands where they were gripping her books. “It’ll be alright.” He smiled and she was staring at him with those eyes, those goddamn eyes. “We never fit, remember?”

“We tried,” she said and Harry squeezed her small hands gently.

“Send me back,” he said. “I want to go home.”

-

After the battle, as Hogwarts rang with frantic healing, crushing grief, and raging celebration, the three of them retreated to the library. Hermione hauled them down narrow aisles until she found her favorite tucked-away nook and they all collapsed on sagging sofas that seemed to not have been touched at all by the war.

“Well,” said Hermione. “What now?”

Ron let his head flop back against the seat, hair tumbling all over his pale forehead. “I’m going to nap,” he said. “For a month.”

“That’s not physiologically possible,” said Hermione. “Or if it is, then it’d be a coma.”

“It’s a metaphor,” Ron said, then: “no, wait, a hyperbole.” Hermione beamed at him. He blushed a little and elbowed her gently.

“After this, you’ll be in books, you know,” Harry told her.

“Not– I mean–” Hermione rubbed at her nose furiously. Ron laughed enough to wake up and sit up, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

While Ron came up with outlandish titles for Hermione’s eventual many biographies, Harry pulled his feet up onto the sofa. He watched the candles float quietly between the shelves.

Canceled Date (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: After you had to cancel your date with Steve because you have to babysit your sister, Steve invites himself over and manages to show you a completely different side to him.

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: none, maybe just OOC Steve

Note: First time writing for Steve but ay whatever. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me what ya think! :)

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse

It wasn’t every night your parents would leave you to take care of your 8 month old sister, but after your father got a promotion at his job, they wanted to celebrate. You really didn’t want to ruin their celebration, so you offered to take care of little Anna for as long as they needed you to.

The only bad part was that you had to cancel your date with your boyfriend. You were dating Steve Harrington, the “King” of the school. He had told he really didn’t care about that title, and it was a bit stupid. You have been dating for at least 3 months, and your parents absolutely adored him, and you like to think his parents adore you too.

Anyway, Steve had been a bit upset when you told him you had to cancel. You were both going to watch a movie at his house since you worked at the theater and didn’t want to be there any longer than you needed to.

“Come on (y/n), we’ve been planning this for a week,” Steve said over the phone, you sighed.

“I know, I know- maybe tomorrow I can come over,” you said, feeling bad. Steve was silent for a moment.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but you have to promise me that we’ll spend the whole day together.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“The whole day?” you asked, you can see him nodding.

“Yup! To make up for all the other times you had to cancel!” You scoffed.

“I only canceled once before this!” you claimed, he hummed.

“All day tomorrow so clear your schedule, babe,” You were silent for a moment, before a smile grew on your lips.

“I’ll get to that…I’m really sorry, Steve,” you apologized again.

“It’s alright (y/n), what are you doing anyway, I didn’t even ask,”

“I have to watch Anna, my parents are going out to celebrate or something,” you shrugged, moving on your stomach, holding your phone against your ear.

“You have to babysit?” he asked, his voice changing suddenly, like he was excited. You nodded as if he could see you.

“Yeah- I’m not canceling on you for no reason,” you laughed, Steve laughed as well. Your heart sped up because you really loved hearing his laugh.

“You know what- our date is not being canceled, tell your parents I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Your smile fell, and you tilted your head.

“What?”

“You heard me! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” You could just hear him get up, and grab his car keys. You sat up.

“Steve! My parents aren’t going to like it if my boyfriend comes over while they’re gone- they might think-”

“Come on- we’re going to babysit, that’s all! I’ll see you in ten minutes! Love you!” Your jaw dropped. Was he seriously going to come over?

“(y/n)?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts and you shook off.

“I love you too, but if my parents turn you away at the door- don’t blame me!” He laughed, and you did too, before the line went dead.

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Imagine watching your boyfriend Tom talking about you in an interview (Tom Holland x Fem!Reader)

warning: fluffy!! fluff fluff fluff, language

word count: 869

a/n: here’s a cute little imagine I wrote for u guys, i hope u guys like it xx Also, I’m trying something new with this so I’m so excited for u guys to read it!!


You opened your laptop, hoping to find some type of cure for your boredom. Tom’s only been gone for a week and you already missed him terribly. I mean, it’s kind of natural for you to want your boyfriend with you at all times. Or most of the time. Right?

You sighed, opening up YouTube and immediately letting out a little laugh as one of Tom’s interviews popped up in your recommendations. It was titled ‘Tom Holland talks relationships, romance, and more!’ Your eyebrows quirked up as you read it, curiosity getting the better of you as you clicked on it. As the video loaded, you briefly read the description and saw that it was pretty recent, only uploaded two days ago. A thirty-second ad popped up, causing you to roll your eyes in impatience.

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.7

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8



The air conditioning caused the dimly lit room to be abnormally cold, as Jin slightly shivered. He was sitting with his hands forming fists, while his father gave him a stern look.

He didn’t want to be here, that was for sure. He knew his father must have started to become suspicious of him, since it was taking an unusually long time for him to locate Jungkook and you. So when he got another message that his father wanted to see him – he couldn’t stop shaking.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t keep lying and give his father the same answer of ‘they are close.’ No, that definitely wouldn’t work this time, as he could tell with the look his father currently gave him.

“Son,” his father spoke with a grim voice. “How stupid do you think I am?”

Even though Jin was nervous, he managed to pull off his infamous poker face as he replied, “What ever do you mean?”

“Save your lies for someone else Jin,” the greying man mocked. “You may be able to fool others, but certainly not me. Now tell me where they are. Now.”

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I Won’t Say it // Finn Wolfhard Imagine

So I was listening to some Disney songs today and one of the songs that played was “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from the Hercules soundtrack. While listening to the song my mind kind of just clicked like “I should write an imagine for this.” So here I am. Happy 600+ followers to me, here’s a gift from me to you. 

Summary: Y/N refuses to admit that she has feelings for her friend, Finn.

Warnings: Cursing, as usual lmao

Characters: You, Sophia, Jack, Wyatt, and of course Finn.


Jaeden, Finn, Jeremy, and Chosen were sleeping in their rooms while you, Sophia, Jack, and Wyatt sat on the living of the hotel penthouse that the eight of you were currently staying. The seven of you just came back from a two hour press conference and you were all completely exhausted. Thankfully, they gave you all the rest of the day to relax. 

You four were watching Hercules on the T.V. It took all of you almost an hour to pick a movie. You were all arguing which Disney movie watch, the boys wanted to watch Big Hero 6 while you and Sophia wanted to watch Hercules. The boys gave in half way and decided to let you two have your way.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get more popcorn.” Wyatt said as he stood up and stretched his legs, “Fill me in afterwards.”

“Mhm, okay go.” You replied without taking your eyes off the screen. 

A few minutes later, Wyatt returns to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn and a bottle of water for himself.

“Okay fill me in, what happened?” Wyatt said as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Megara’s about to sing I Won’t Say I’m In Love.” Jack replied while also grabbing a handful and shoving it inside his mouth.

“Ah alright thanks.” Wyatt said as he sat beside you. 

“Speaking of saying that they’re not in love, Y/N, have you told him yet?” Sophia looked at you while teasingly wiggling her eyebrows.

“What? Tell who what?” You give Sophia a look of confusion, you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

“Yea Sophia, tell who what?” Jack said curiously, now paying attention to Sophia and not the movie on the T.V screen.

Wyatt raises one of his eyebrows and looked at Sophia, “What are we talking about?” 

“Oh you know! Y/N has a little crush on Finn.” Sophia winked teasingly which caused you to roll your eyes.

“I never said that! When did I say that?” You said as you tried to recall the day you mentioned liking Finn. You couldn’t recall anything though because you never in your life said that particular line.

“OH SHIT REALLY? YOU LIKE FI-” You quickly put your hand on Jack’s mouth to cut him off. Jack tried to say something, but his sentences were all muffled and incoherent. Jack didn’t like this one bit so he licked your hand which caused you to quickly take your hand away from his mouth.

“What the hell, Jack! That was gross.” You looked at him in utter disgust as you wiped your hand on his shirt earning a laugh from Wyatt and Sophia.

“That’s what you get.” Jack laughed as you continued to wipe your hand on his shirt. 

“Anyway,” Sophia let out her last giggle before continuing, “You didn’t have to say it, actions speak louder than words you know?” 

“It all makes sense now, you were like staring at Finn the other day. Not in a creepy way though, it was like you admire him or something. You were the living embodiment of the heart eyes emoji.” Jack said with a wink causing Wyatt to laugh a bit. 

“You are so annoying.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jack, hitting him in the face. “Look, I don’t like Finn okay? He’s… He’s annoying like you and… um…”

“You’re struggling.” Wyatt said as he opened his water bottle. He stared at you as you struggled to come up with reasons why you didn’t like Finn. He found it amusing how you tried so hard to hide the fact that you had feelings for his friend. 

“I am not! I don’t work well under pressure okay?” You huffed and crossed your arms, earning yet another laugh from Sophia and Wyatt. “As I was saying, Finn is annoying and… and loud! He is so loud! And he’s playful! And annoying!”

“You already said that though.” Sophia pointed out while chuckling.

“I hate you guys.” 

“You love us.” Jack said earning a nod of agreement from Sophia and Wyatt. 

No chance! No way! I won’t say I’m in love! 

It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love.

“Look at you, you’re like Megara.” Sophia joked as she watched Megara sing. 

“You know Y/N, you should just admit it. Why are you hiding it anyway?” Jack said while turning towards you. Whenever Jack does this, he means that he’s being serious. 

You friends have shipped you and Finn ever since you all started filming IT. They all thought you and Finn have some sort of connection, like you two have known each other for a while, like you were meant to be with each other sort of. They think you and Finn really blend well together. You didn’t know this of course and neither did Finn.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure he likes you too.” Wyatt said matter of factly. As soon as Wyatt said that, you immediately turned red. 

“Aw she’s blushing.” 

“Shut up, Soph.” You say as you threw a piece of popcorn at her, causing her to giggle. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you hiding the fact that you don’t romantically like Finn?” Jack placed his hand on his palm and waited for your answer. 

“The fans are probably going to come after me a-and besides… Finn doesn’t like me like that you know? He probably likes Millie or something, I don’t know.” You replied as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

“Welp thank you for confirming that you like Finn.” Jack said slyly, he just manipulated you to admit that you like Finn. 

“You little shit!” You exclaimed while throwing another pillow at Jack, so maybe you do have feelings for Finn, so what? It wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t know why your three friends are making a big deal out of it.

“Just tell Finn that you like him.” 

“Tell Finn what?” Finn said suddenly as he entered the living room. He stretched his arms and plopped himself between you and Wyatt. Your eyes grew wide as you freaked out on the inside. Your facial expression was priceless, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“HOLY SHIT LOOK AT YOUR FACE, THAT’S PRICELESS.” Jack yelled out while laughing his ass off. Wyatt and Sophia were also dying of laughter. 

“What the hell is going on?” Finn said in confusion as he turned to you in hopes of understanding what was currently happening. 

“I’m going to sleep, goodnight.” 

“It’s like four p.m. though?” Finn scrunched up his face in confusion as he watched you stand up from your seat.

“I said goodnight.” 

You then ran to your room, shut the door, and belly flopped onto your bed. ‘That’s it. It’s all going down hill from here. Jack’s most likely blabbering his heart out about how much I like Finn. I’m so done for. I’m never going to hear the end of this.’ You thought you yourself as you buried your face onto your pillow trying to drown out the loud conversation coming from the living room. 

Later that day:

You woke up from your rather long nap. You lazily got out of bed and checked the time in your phone. 11:35 p.m.

“Holy shit I was asleep for that long?” You said with a yawn. You then got out of your room, totally forgetting what happened hours ago.

Your stomach was growling so you decided to go head to the kitchen to grab a snack. You entered the kitchen and see Finn eating cereal. You stood at the entrance of the kitchen, suddenly remembering what happened earlier. You mentally slapped yourself and tried to keep yourself together. 

“How was your sleep?” Finn said while eating a spoonful of cereal. He gives you a small smile as he chewed his food. 

“Um…g-good. Sleep is um… good.” You awkwardly say as you tried to reach for the cereal that was inconveniently placed on the top shelf.

“Let me help you with that.” Finn put his bowl of cereal down on the counter and grabbed the cereal from the top shelf effortlessly.

“I hate that I’m short, It’s so annoying. Who placed the cereal so high up anyway?” You grumbled as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal.

“I did, sorry.” Finn lightly chuckled as he ate another spoonful of cereal.

“I bet you did that to mock me.” You joked as you poured milk in your cereal. 

Finn laughed at your response which causes you to laugh too, “Yea, I totally did that to mock you.”

“You’re such an ass, you know that right?” You giggled as you ate your cereal.

“Yeah I know, whoops.” Finn replied causing you to jokingly roll your eyes. “Hey Y/N, can I ask you a question?” 

“You’re already asking me a question, genius.” 

“Don’t sass me.” Finn says with a chuckle. “Anyway… so I heard from Jack that you… you uh… li-like me? Is that true?” 

Your face turned red as soon as Finn finished his question. You looked down at your bunny slippers to avoid Finn’s eye contact. ‘Jack is so dead.’ You thought to yourself.

“I… I um… have a headache, I should rest. Night, Finn.” You lied as you placed your bowl of unfinished cereal on the kitchen counter. You then speed walked back to your room leaving Finn confused. 

You closed the door of your room, you then leaned on it, and slid down to the floor. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Do I just hide in my room for the rest of the week? Fuck I hate myself. Finn probably thinks I’m weird. I’m going to strangle Jack.’ You thought to yourself as you ran your hands through your hair. Your face felt hot and you felt your stomach twisting. You’ve never been this nervous since you auditioned for IT. 

A few minutes later, you were still sitting down on the floor. You didn’t feel like moving to your bed. You kept replaying what happened a couple of minutes ago. Your hands were clammy and you felt a bead of cold sweat run down your back. ‘I wonder how Finn thinks of me now… What if he thinks I’m weird? Oh shit what if he hates me… Holy shit…’

You heard soft footsteps outside your door. It paused when it reached your door. ‘Please don’t be Finn.’ You thought to yourself as you crossed your fingers. 

Finn sat outside your door with a sticky note on one hand and a pen on the other. He thought you were fast asleep so he figured it was now or never. He took the pen and quickly wrote a note. He then folded it and slipped it in the crack of your door. 

What he didn’t know was that you were still awake and was sitting by your door. You hear a piece of paper slide inside your room. You stared at it for a few seconds, then picked it up, and unfolded it. 

You couldn’t stop smiling. You read the note one more time and then held it close to your heart. As soon as you hear Finn’s bedroom close, you decided to do the same thing: Leave him a note. 

You quickly scribbled down a reply and tiptoed to Finn’s bedroom door where you cautiously slipped it in the crack of his door. 

“Goodnight Finn.” You whispered softly and you then tiptoed back to your room. You placed Finn’s note on your nightstand and then went off to sleep. Finn’s message replayed in your head endlessly. 


Lmfao I was supposed to post this last night. but I fell asleep. Hope you guys like this one xx

Also, I’ll write and post the requested imagines soon so sit tight! <3

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Prompt: Bill and reader gets into a fight (Requested by itsthecomet) 

Warnings: None 

Originally posted by wellclutchmypearls

Originally posted by geordieshoregifs

You sighed as you called your boyfriend for the freaken 10th time that night. You knew he was consistently busy with his acting career but you still liked at least knowing he was alive enough to say “Hi”. You had sent him at least 50 messages and now were calling him pacing back and forth in your apartment.

Your fingernails were bitten down to the nub, your hair was messed up from constantly raking your fingers through it, and you were sure you looked like crap.

“Hey this Bill, sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone right now-”

You cursed just about ready to throw your phone against the wall but held back and pressed the end call button. Once again not available. Should you be concerned he was cheating on another woman? I mean you had heard him talk about this beautiful blonde who he was supposed to kiss in a movie who kept flirting on him constantly.

Yet he would always remind you that he was in love with you, not her. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder and to his eyes you were his diamond beauty. At least that’s what he claimed. You continued to pace biting your finger this time and constantly turning on your phone to see if you got a message.

Nope.

Still nope.

Nope.

Nope.

You already know the answer…

Finally 11:00 pm rolled around and you were sitting on the couch watching the old 90’s cartoons on the TV trying to take your mind off. You kept constantly looking at your phone ever once in a while, bouncing your leg and glancing from the phone to the door to the TV again and again.

Finally you heard the door lock click and straightened up suddenly awake as you stared at the door intensely. Bill stepped through and pulled his keys from the door handle with his jacket draped over his arm.

“Oh, hey babe! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” Bill said smiling.

You didn’t say anything and watched as he hung his coat in the closet by the door before heading over to the kitchen.

“I made dinner for you…it’s cold now.” You said your voice dry and showing obvious annoyance.

“Oh I had dinner with my buds at the pub.” He said casually as he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice.

You dug your nails into your arms struggling to bite back from snapping at him.

“What’s wrong babe?” Bill asked walking over.

He sat down next to you and attempted to wrap his arm around you but you escaped his grasp and crossed your arms, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! What’s wrong is that you didn’t text me all day! I sent you over 50 emails and called your phone at least 10 times!!!”

“I’m sorry my phone died.” He apologized.

“Well…what’s that on your neck?!” You demanded nearly shouting.

Bill jumped and raised his hand to his neck covering the bruise, aka hickey on the side of his neck with a faint but noticeable bright red lipstick stain.

“In this scene we had to do Jessica and I had to have a make out scene but she enjoyed it too much.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes your blood boiling at the mention of that blonde bitch, “Are you cheating on me?”

“Calm down-”

“No! No I’m not gonna calm down!” You shouted, “Your cheating on me with that blonde bitch!”

“Will you just listen!” He shouted raising his voice as well.

“No I will not listen! Because all you say now a days is lies! This is the 3rd time this WEEK you’ve done this!” You shouted louder.

“I CANT HELP IT IF IM BUSY.”

“YOU NEVER TEXT ME SAYING HEY BABE HOWS IT GOING OR HEY IM GOING TO BE BACK HOME LATE!!!”

“BECAUSE WE AREN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE OUR PHONES ON THE SET!”

“EXPLAIN THE HICKEY ON YOUR NECK THEN! HUH?!”

“I TOLD YOU IT WAS BECAUSE OF THE SCENE.”

“STOP FUCKING LYING!”

“I AM NOT LYING!!!”

You couldn’t take it anymore and stormed over to the front door slipping on your shoes.

“Where are you going?!” Bill demanded.

“I’m leaving!” You spat rushing over to the door.

You threw the door open and just narrowly escaped Bill trying to grab you.

“(Name)!” He called watching as you ran down the hallway.

Bill cursed and slammed the door shut kicking the door as well before slumping against the wood and raking his fingers through his slicked back hair. He let out a deep breath through his mouth and leaned his back against the door. Bill knew his career was really stretching out your relationship.

He was constantly traveling and hardly ever had a chance to call you since he was so busy. And lately he’d been coming home late due to the director wanting to finish the movie sooner.

God he was such an idiot

Meanwhile you were outside walking down the street late in the night. It was cold and you were sure your fingers were numb from hypothermia making you wish you had grabbed a sweatshirt before you left. You just needed to distance yourself from him…or never return. Seeing that hickey on his neck had just made you snap.

You were just…you were just so stressed out. With your job being sucky, your boss yelling at you, your co-workers not bothering to work and just…everything. And then Bill coming home late didn’t help much with your day. You realized you were crying and wiped your face with the back of your hand.

You looked up from where your feet were guiding you and found you were at the local park. This was where you had met Bill. You were walking your friend’s dog Tidus when he started barking at a squirrel and had broke the cheap leash to chase after it. Bill was in the right place at the wrong time right next to the tree the squirrel had decided to climb up.

Your friends dog was clearly a big dog and after he saw his prey had ran away he noticed Bill who was staring dumbfounded. Despite his size Tidus was a friendly dog and laid down next to him putting his head on his lap for Bill to pet. You came rushing over frantically apologizing and of course he was cool with it.

You tried to take Tidus away but he was a stubborn dog and wouldn’t let you take him. He placed his head in Bill’s lap signaling he wanted to be with him. So Bill had to walk with you home to get Tidus to move and that’s how your relationship began.

Walking your friends stubborn dog.

You had been dating for 3 years now but due to Bill’s acting career everything’s been putting a weight on your relationship. Not money of course but not seeing or communicating with each other. Everyday he wake you up and give you a quick kiss before leaving for the entire day. You couldn’t remember the last time you both had just woke up and spent hours just curled up together dozing off occasionally.

You finally decided to sit down on a wooden bench that only made you feel colder. You were violently shivering uncontrollably and noticed you could see your breath floating in the air as vapor before dissolving. You laid down on the bench and curled up as best as you could using your arm to prop your head up.

You closed your eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Sometime later you stirred when you felt a heavy fabric being draped across you. You opened your eyes and saw Bill was in front of you looking concerned with his phone pressed to his ear.

“She’s alive-she just woke up now.” The man said to who ever he was calling on his phone, “Alright. Thanks Alex.”

You sat up and whatever was on you slumped down. You noticed he had placed his wool jacket on top of you and put it on the smell of his cologne still lingering on it.  coat.

“I’m…so sorry (Name) I didn’t mean to-I…”

“It’s okay.” You said softly burying your cold nose into the jacket.

“Im sure you wanna go home now?”

You nodded and opened your arms making him grin and laugh a little. He easily picked you up and carried you back home allowing you to doze off on his shoulder. When he arrived back home he had to set you down in front of your building which you whined about that he was forcing you to walk.

He just ruffled your hair and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to your apartment. As soon as you walked in you made a b-line for the bedroom you and him shared and quickly changed into pajama bottoms and one of his shirts before crawling into bed. Bill followed behind you and smiled noticing you were already half asleep.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him so you were spooning. He kissed your neck making you groan that you wanted to sleep and he smiled and lovingly said, “I talked to my agent and I got tomorrow off so we can cuddle as much as you want. Sound good?”

You turned around so you were facing him and smiled,

“Do you really need to ask?…”

Epilogue: So yeah I have more Bill Skarsgard prompts I will post so he excited for that! Thanx for reading! =)!

FIC REC’S OF 2017 part 9 ( november)

We’re starting to get to the Christmas/Holiday season and I, for one, am sooo excited! I wanted to write “I loved this” at the end of each of these fics, so I’m just going to say it here now. I loved all of these. :D Happy reading!

You Love Me, If You Love Me Don’t Let Go by @shadowofyoursong / ao3 (98k) CHAPTERED 

His name is up there. He’s the only Harry in this group. His eyes land on Louis, who swallows thickly. He gives Harry a small smile, brows raised a little. Harry is not dancing a solo. He’s dancing with the boy, who he never remembers. How the hell can he ever get anyone’s attention, when he doesn’t have any connection with this guy.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are students at The Juilliard School of Performing Arts and are dancing in the same group. Harry never notices Louis, the boy who is a year younger than him, mostly sticks to himself and practices hard (or that’s what Harry thinks). Louis on the other hand always sees the confident and focused Harry. Now they’re paired for a duo performance and they have to make it work, even though Louis’ eyes are towards London and Harry’s are towards a career after graduation, which he thinks he can only get with a solo performance. DANCER AU, HATE TO LOVE

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by @a-writerwrites / ao3 (86k) CHAPTERED

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines…I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly.

OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don’t know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between. HATE TO LOVE

You Might Want To Marry My Husband by @all-these-larrythings / ao3 (25k) CHAPTERED

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore. MOVING ON

It’ll Be by @styleandsin / ao3 (13k) ONE SHOT

Louis has always wanted children and he decides he’s done waiting for love to come first. However, after adopting a baby girl just days after she’s born, he quickly realizes how hard parenting is. Louis hires Harry to be his Nanny, and it all works out great. Until Louis falls in love with him. KID FIC

Oops, Baby, I Love You ( In That Order) by @suddenclarityharry / ao3 (25k) ONE SHOT 

Later that night, when he’s lying in bed thinking of all the things he’s longed for in his life, he can’t stop hearing Fizzy’s words in his head.

Who says you have to get married?

It’s true, Louis wants to get married one day, to have a spouse to encourage his crazy promotional ideas for his book shop, to have someone to cuddle into at night, someone who will love him even on his moody days. But she’s absolutely right, isn’t she? Who says he has to have that before he can have a baby?

When he finally falls asleep, he sleeps restfully, having made a very important decision about his future.

Husband or no, Louis Tomlinson is going to have a baby.

OR The minute Louis Tomlinson decides he don’t need no man to start a family, Harry Styles literally falls into his arms. MPREG

Couldn’t See Past Me, Till I Saw Your Face by @lululawrence / ao3 (12k) ONE SHOT 

“Look at us, living the dream,” Louis said softly. “But Harry, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finish my last semester with the baby. I don’t know how far along I am or anything. And what about my internship and all of that?”

Harry shook his head emphatically and pulled back once more from Louis, this time placing his large, strong hands on Louis’ shoulders and squeezing them tight.

“We’ll make this work, Louis. I’ll help take care of you and your little one and I know you’ll help me make it through whatever happens with this. We’re always there for each other, right? Just like we promised when we were in middle school.”

Louis laughed a bit and smiled through his tears that finally seem to have left. Again. Hopefully they stayed away a little longer this time.

“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” Harry asked again.

“Yeah. We always do.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been best friends since they could remember and their friendship has withstood it all…but an unexpected pregnancy might change everything. MPREG

Home For Christmas by @haloeverlasting / ao3 (22k) ONE SHOT 

The Shameless Hallmark Movie AU you probably didn’t ask for.

Or, the one where Harry didn’t think he wanted a family, but with a little Christmas magic (and maybe one Louis Tomlinson) he realizes that he is very, very wrong. CHRISTMAS, KID FIC

Waiting For Wonderful by @becomeawendybird / ao3 (13k) ONE SHOT

The university class where he met Louis was the beginning of the end for Harry. It took all of an hour for him to figure out that he was in love with Louis, and there was no way around it. It was a part of his DNA; he was tall, he had green eyes, and he was in love with Louis Tomlinson. Louis was his soulmate, and they were going to be together. Eventually.

Harry is willing to wait as long as he needs to for his best friend to realise that they’re supposed to be together, but it kills him to watch Louis struggle in his relationship with Mackenzie. All Harry wants to do is be supportive, and sometimes that’s all it takes. BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS

We’ll Rise Up by @suddenclarityharry / ao3 (18k) ONE SHOT

“So,” Liam begins with a smile, “you were the associate pastor at your last church?”

“Yes,” Louis can already feel himself scrunching down in his seat, shrinking against even the reminder of the church he was forced from.

“Was that a good experience for you?” Liam steeples his hands in front of him as he leans his elbows on the desk in interest.

“It was for a while but, to be honest, things ended rather badly,” Louis leans forward too, he needs to get this out and he wants to tell Liam everything, have everything on the table.

Leaning forward even more, Liam seems to be looking for the same thing, “What happened?”

Louis can feel the trembles in his hands again, so he sits on them, biting his lip before admitting, “They found out I’m gay.”

In the hallway, there’s a terribly loud thump and then a grunt of pain and Louis twists around to see Harry, sprawled out on the ground just outside the doorway.

Or Louis is a Pastor with no church and a heart filled with uncertainty. Pastor Payne is more than willing to give Louis a new place to work, but it’s Music Director Harry that helps him rebuild his faith. RELIGIOUS

(We Will Be) As If Chosen by @alivingfire / ao3 (35k) ONE SHOT

There’s not a royal in the world who doesn’t carry some sort of secret, and Prince Louis has more than his fair share. To protect himself and his family, Louis withdrew from the public eye and tried to live a quiet life, biding his time until his sister Lottie could take the throne in his stead. Unfortunately for him, the national media and the worst person Louis has ever met team up to bring him kicking and screaming back into the spotlight.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won’t stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.

Or: the course of true love never did run smooth, because sometimes people are stubborn and sometimes people are scared and sometimes, just sometimes, love can cause just as many problems as it solves. MODERN ROYALTY, HATE TO LOVE

73 Questions by @literlarryreal / ao3 (6k) ONE SHOT

Louis is more nervous than usual about filming the upcoming episode of Vogue’s 73 questions. Musician and soon to be actor Harry Styles may have something to do with that. BANTER

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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Inspired by Katie’s Eyebrows

Winn is the first one to point it out to her, and when he does and she finally sees it, she’s not quite sure how she’s missed it.

“She does this thing with her eyebrows whenever she calls you her friend.” He wiggles them in an approximation of Lena’s expression. “She doesn’t do it when she’s talking to me though. Or James. Or Alex, or Maggie.”

“Lena is my friend, Winn, I thought we’d gone through this already.” She rolls her eyes. “Multiple times.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, she’s not evil, unless we’re playing video games or hacking-” Kara gives him a hard look, “-hacking cough,” and it’s probably the fakest cough she’s heard in her life, but at least she has plausible deniability if someone asks if she knows what they’ve been up to.

“Sorry,” another fake cough, “choked on air, you know how that goes! No? Okay, anyways.” He clears his throat. “Like I was saying, Lena could be an evil mastermind if she wanted, but she definitely doesn’t. She just,” he wiggles his eyebrows again, “moves her eyebrows funny when she talks to you.”

Kara frowns and doesn’t respond, resolving to look closer the next time she sees Lena.

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The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

Masterlist

Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

The DUFF

Originally posted by boo-t-s

the duff au // college au // future smut // humour // basketball player jungkook // dancer jimin // best friends jin + taehyung

Your annoying neighbour and childhood friend, Jungkook, strikes a deal with you to help you get the attention of your crush, Jimin, if you help him pass his philosophy class.

warnings: sexual content, drinking, swearing, use of the words ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’

@hobijoon @baepsaetan @rimuslymoony @lordofassgard

Part 1, Part 2

Part 1:

It was no secret Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were two of the best-looking humans to ever grace this godforsaken campus, and it was no secret that they were your best friends. The three of you were practically attached at the hip or rather… hips. See, the thing is, neither Jin nor Taehyung were always sex gods. In fact, Taehyung was bullied by an upperclassman for a little while in preschool and that upperclassman happened to be Jin, who turned out to be projecting his own experiences onto the little nerdy tater-tot that was the young Taehyung. It was after class that you heard a yelp coming from the boys’ bathroom and, being young and pure at heart, you didn’t hesitate to check it out- finding Taehyung shoved up against the sinks, Jin holding him by the collar.

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BTS | Reaction to Waking Up and Not Finding You in Bed|

*Jin*

You woke up to the sound of Jin’s chest rising and falling steadily. After the night you had you felt the need to shower. You unravel yourself from Jin’s arms and legs and quietly get up. You turn on the water hoping it’s not loud enough to wake him, you shower making sure to feel as clean as you can. While you scrub yourself you remember last night. They way Jin touched every part of your body, the trails of kisses he left, the marks on your skin he left behind. The love he showed you yesterday was all remembered every time you touched your skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, hugging yourself tightly wishing it was Jin’s arms instead of your own. After, washing your hair thoroughly you turn off the water but stay in the shower, not wanting to step out into the morning cold. But you do anyway, you change into one of his t shirts and his boxers. The clothes you feel most comfortable in.

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until your stomach growled. You make your way out of the bathroom and throw your clothes in the laundry hamper. Going through your room you see Jin still asleep. You start making your breakfast but seeing as it was almost eleven you figured Jin wouldnt be asleep for much longer so you make breakfast for the both of you. You hear the rustling of covers from your room so you tip toe to the door. Once you peek your head into the room you see Jin’s arm moving up and down trying to find your figure. He sits up with his eyes closed and brows furrowed, “It’s cold.” He whispers in a barely audible tone. You hear nonetheless and stifle a giggle. “Where is she?” He asks himself, still unaware of your presence at the doorway. He lays back down not before screaming, “Jagi!” No answer. “Jagiya!” You walk up to the bed and lay on top of him. “I’m right here” you whisper into his ear. He inhales the scent of your shampoo. “Mm, you smell good.” You laugh into his chest. “But don’t ever get up without me again.” You tilt your head up, “Why not?” He leans his head so that his lips are near your ear, “Because I would have joined you in the shower.”

*Yoongi*

He had gotten home late last night, you had tried to wait for him to get home but your eyelids were heavy and your body was wrapped in blankets. Sleep took over your body. You woke up the next morning on the bed in the arms of your boyfriend. It took all your might to get up, you didn’t want to leave but you really had to use the bathroom. You hope the shift in the bed wouldn’t cause Yoongi to wake up. Thankfully he stayed asleep, you rush to the bathroom. As you get out of the bathroom, you see Yoongi sitting up. “Y/N, come back to bed.” He mumbles. Trying to wake himself up he rubs his eyes, “I can’t sleep without you here.” He waves you over, opening his arms. You couldn’t resist his cuteness and walk over to him.

“I didn’t know you were clingy Min Yoongi.” A smirk appears on your face. He playfully lets go, lays down, and turns away from you bring the covers around his head so you couldn’t see him. “Yoongi…Yoongi” you gently shake him. “I’m sorry, come on your not mad are yo-“ Your words were cut off when Yoongi pulled you down with him. “Maybe I am. I just can’t be without you.” He smirks at your blushing face. You pull the duvet over your head to hide your blush. “Babe, I know I’m cute but that’s not what I want to do right now.” Laughing at his words you push his chest gently, loving the warmth it brings your hand.


*Namjoon*

The whole night you spent cuddling with Namjoon. His arms were the safest place you could ever be in. But right now his arm was the only thing constricting you of getting coffee. Coffee was your go to item in the morning. Once you wake up you would immediately go to make coffee or buy some at Starbucks but last night was the first time you slept over at Najoons place. He was so flustered and cute when you asked if you could spend the night. “Sl-Sleep over? Here? With me? But… But you don’t have any clothes. What about your toothbrush? And your comb?” You started to wonder if he didn’t want you to sleepover so you asked him. “No, no jagi. Of course I want you to sleep over, I just want you to be comfortable here.” “I’m comfortable anywhere you are.” After your conversation he lent you some of his shorts and one of his t shirts. You stayed up watching movies until both of you fell asleep.

By now your need for your morning coffee made you unwrap his arm from your waist. Getting up, you walk to his kitchen. “Where’s the coffee?” You whisper to yourself. You don’t know where he keeps his coffee. You don’t want to ask him because then you’ll have to wake him up. You open cabinets quietly trying to locate the container of coffee. After five minutes of looking for it you go to the bedroom to ask Namjoon. “Hey, Oppa.” You say while still on your way to the room. Once you reach the doorway you see him making the bed, perfectly placing the pillows on top. “I didn’t want you to get up.” You tell him as you make your way to him. “I can’t sleep when your not pressed against me.” You give him a kiss on the cheek and lay him down. You lean in for a kiss. His lips instantly move in sync with yours. A low moan comes out of his mouth and you knew the bed wouldn’t be made for much longer


*Hoseok*

He was such a heavy sleeper, you wouldn’t think he would get up for anything. Your phone started to ring, picking it up you look at the caller id and see that it was your sister calling. She still didn’t know that you were in a relationship, let alone with Hoseok. You get up from the bed without any thought of being quiet. “Hey H/N, what happened?” You make your way out of the room. “How could you not tell me?” How did she find out? You didn’t tell anyone, as much as you are close you never told your sister because you didn’t want it to get out and affect Hobi. “W-What are you talking about?” She sighs on the other end. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend? I tell you everything and yet you don’t tell me anything.!” You always wanted to tell her, she was your best friend. Every time you had a crush or a problem you went to her. It was easy having someone close to your age always around but when you met Hobi at the theatres looking lost you couldn’t help but help him. After that he started learning more English and you started learning Korean. You couldn’t tell her because you were scared she would judge you because of the language barrier.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that when we first met each other we couldn’t understand each other or his friend had to translate everything for us. I know you don’t understand how people can have feelings for someone else when they have no idea what the other person is saying.” “Y/N, I don’t understand. How did you become affectionate towards him if you can’t understand him. How did you get to know the real him? I don’t get it, is it only because he’s attractive?” A tear starts rolling down your cheek. “How could you think that? I’m not a shallow pers-“ Before you could register what happened, Hoseok takes the phone from your hand and puts it on his ear. “Yes, hello. Yeah this is Jung Hoseok. Y/N’s boyfriend. I don’t know what you’re saying but don’t make my girlfriend cry I love her very much. Oh you’re her sister, I don’t know how you treat each other but sisters aren’t supposed to make each other cry.”

*Jimin*

You had a hard time going to sleep last night. You always got a little bit of sleep and that would worry Jimin. Hed feel so bad that he could fall asleep so easily while you would stay up trying your best to sleep. The noise from outside distracting you, filling your mind with so much noise that sleeping wasn’t an option. The lights from the sidewalk, illuminate your boyfriends sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. You quit trying to go to sleep and get up. You thought you would go running to tire you out. You put on your running shoes and head out. The world seemed at peace during nighttime. It was the natural state of things, the sound of the wind blowing, the moonlight illuminating the dark night, it was a beauty you fell in love with.

But on restless nights like tonight you couldn’t help but loathe that beauty. All you wanted was to sleep with your boyfriend. With his arm draped around your waist and his body close to yours giving you warmth and protection. You turn around ending your midnight run before getting a call. “Y/N.” The groggy sound coming from the other line tells you that it’s Jimin. From the sound of it he hasn’t been awake for long. “Go back to sleep, I’m heading back.” You hear nothing but his breaths through the phone. Thinking he was asleep you go to end the call, “Y/N. I need you here. I want to help you sleep” Oh, Jimin. How did I ever get someone like you? You think to yourself. “ Okay I’ll be right there.” You get to your house and find your way to the bedroom where you see Jimin with a cup of chamomile tea and warm fuzzy blankets. “Here. I won’t go back to sleep unless I know that your sleeping right beside me.” He pulls you into bed and tucks you into the fuzzy blankets. “Jimin. I love you.” You say while yawning. “Shh. I know just go to sleep.” Your eyes felt heavy with the need to sleep. Right before your eyes fully close and the darkness pulls you in you hear, “I love you too.”


*Taehyung*

The coldness of the morning overwhelmed your body, Tae has hogged the covers again. You tried to get another cover but he had stopped you. “Y/N, you’ll get warm with my body heat.” You sighed,”You always take the covers, even if I sleep right next to you.” He pouted and crosses his arms,”I promise. I won’t take the covers. Sleep next to me please.” You admit defeat and stomp over to the bed, laying down next to Tae. He loves the way your body fits into his, as if you were made for each other. The warmth of his body is the last thing you feel before plunging into the ever so sweet state of sleep.

“Tae. Tae, give me some cover.” You try everything to wake him up but he won’t. “Tae!” An exasperated sigh comes out of your mouth. “Now I have to get up and get a cover. I had told you that you were going to steal the covers away but you promised so I took your word. I should have known that you were but you were pouting and acting all cute and I couldn’t take it. Why? Why do I love you so much? Why must you do this to me? Ah, I don’t want to get up but I’m cold and it’s all your fault. You even wrapped the cover around your legs. That’s a talent you know. Fine, fine I’ll get up. But only because I’m cold.” After your rant, you get up. On your way back with one of your extra covers you hear laughter coming from your room. You walk into the room seeing light from Taehyung phone. “hy do I love you so much? Why must you do this to me? Ah, I don’t want to get up but I’m cold and it’s all your fault. You ev-“ That was your voice, your rant that was playing on his phone. “Tae? What is that?” He looks up at you with a boxed smile and laughs. “I don’t know, you tell me what this is and why you were talking to yourself.” You leap onto the bed and wrestle him for his phone. He puts his arm up while your on top of him. “Tae give it to me. Or delete it.” “How about I do this instead?” He closes the gap between you to press his lips against his. You feel his smile through the kiss, “Why do I love you so much?”

*Jungkook*

The sounds of Jungkook’s game was enough to drive you insane but what really drove you over the ledge was him telling you that he would go to sleep after he finished his game. That’s was an hour ago and now it’s 2:30 in the morning. “Babe, I can’t sleep with the volume up. You can play games but at least put on your headphones.” He paused the game and turned towards you. “I’m sorry. I’ll just play tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep.” He climbs in next to you. “I didn’t mean to get carried away. I just got lost in the game.” You don’t blame him, that’s actually one of the reasons you fell in love with him. He gets so involved in the game that he thinks he’s actually there. You understand at a certain degree. You loved books as much as he loved games.

He would listen to you go on and on about the current book you were reading and it was perfect. He listened so passionately, nodding his head in reassurance and you did the same when he was talking about his games. But yesterday felt unbearable, and now as you wake up while he’s still asleep you make him breakfast. The smell of coffee and French toast woke him up. As you take it to him, you see the smile on his face.

An Unlikely Meeting ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader ~ Part Two

A/N please read!!
In the first part, they’re fourteen in this but I need them to be able to drive so they’re now sixteen. Idek I just needed them to be able to drive…

(LOOK AT HIM HE’S JUST AOIHAHUHWQPRIUGHQIWURHGIUQHRG WHY ARE BOYS IN MY YEAR SO UGLY?! Sorry, freak out over you can read now… And don’t worry it’s not pervy bc I’m the same age as Finn.)

It had been about a month since you had first met the cast of Stranger Things. Ever since you arrived home to Vancouver you hadn’t stopped thinking about them. You were getting used to the idea of being friends with them now, and you didn’t get palpitations every time you thought about it. Especially not with Finn. Since you both lived near each other you had actually met a few times when Finn wasn’t off around the world doing photo shoots and interviews. He was currently sat in your house with you, which was taking a little longer to get used to than everything else. Finn Wolfhard was sprawled across your bed?

“Y/N?” Finn asked, “Noah has asked us to go and stay in New York in a few weeks time. Do you want to go?”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah.” Finn smiled at your shock
“Of course I want to go! What’s the occasion?”
“There isn’t one. He just misses us all.”
“Wow. It’s going to be hard for me to wait a couple of weeks, I can assure you of that.”
“Me too. Now get over here. I want a photo for Instagram.”

You got up from your seat at your desk and sat next to Finn. It was like you had been friends your entire life. He took a photo of the two of you and immediately uploaded it to his Instagram. You liked it and commented; Big love xx

“So,” Finn switched his phone off and looked at you, “What do you want to do today?”
“How about… The cinema!”
Finn looked out of your window at the rain and nodded. “The cinema it is, m'lady.”

You both put your shoes and coats on and headed to the cinema. When you arrived you decided to buy tickets for a showing of Guardians Of The Galaxy. The cinema was doing a marathon of both that afternoon and after buying a shit load of popcorn and sweets, you went and took your seats at the back of the theatre. After the dreaded adverts and trailers were over the movie began, and Finn nudged you at once. 

“It’s Wyatt!” He whispered, “He looks so young in this movie.”
You smiled at the younger Wyatt Oleff who played the young Peter Quill. “He does look really young.”

Once the first movie was over there was an interval since the movies were so long. You both used the bathroom and got refills on your extra large cherry colas and popcorn. Finn texted Wyatt about how you had just seen him in Guardians. You looked over Finn’s shoulder to see what Wyatt would reply.

Finn:
Noodles! Just seen you in Guardians. Y/N and I are at a double feature.
Wyatt:
Oh god. I bet I looked great.
Finn:
No better than usual Olaf.
Wyatt:
Gee thanks a lot. Also, do you and Y/N want to come to a Halloween party I’m having next month? It’s on Halloween night and everyone will be there.

Finn looked at you and saw your smile. That was all he needed as an answer.

Finn:
We’ll be there. See you soon!!
Wyatt:
Sadly.
Finn:
Rude.

“So we’re going to a Halloween party next month?” You said to Finn
“If you want to. I don’t think Wyatt will mind if we invite Millie and the others. We can ask them when we’re in New York.”
“Okay. Do you know something, Finn? Ever since I met you my social calendar has been jam-packed. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Beats staying in Vancouver all the time, not that I don’t love it here.”
“I guess you’re right. Your not bad company.”
“I suppose I can say the same about you, Y/N, although it would be pushing it.”
You laughed at elbowed Finn lightly. He threw a piece of popcorn at you, and the only thing stopping a food fight was the next movie beginning to play.

(Time skip to New York)
You had just arrived at Noah’s. The sun was beginning to set and you and Finn were shattered. Millie, Caleb and Gaten had already arrived and were in Noah’s living room watching a movie when you arrived. As soon as your feet touched the floor of his house, Millie and the others threw themselves at you giving hugs and hellos. Noah and his mother picked you up from the airport and drove you back to their town in New York. It was quaint but beautiful. Noah’s family were going away for the week and were trusting enough to let you have the house. As you were going to be in the city for most of the time, his parents were mostly fine with it. 

As soon as they had dropped you and Finn at the house they were off, along with Chloe, Noah’s sister. 

“So,” Gaten said grinning, “What shall we do first?”

You ended up ordering food and watching movies for hours, talking and catching up in between. You and Millie were having a conversation about Wyatt’s party.
“What, or who, are you going as Y/N?” Millie asked
“I have no idea. Definitely something dead.”
“Of course. That goes without saying. Let me know though,” Millie smiled, “Maybe we could all do a group costume.”
“Ooooh, good idea. Guess we’re going to be surfing Pinterest later on.”
~
You were sharing a double bed with Millie, which both of you were okay with. The boys were in other rooms, probably sleeping by now. You and Millie, however, were on your laptop, thinking of group costumes for the Halloween party.

“I liked the purge costumes. With the masks and the blood and knives.” You said
“Me too, but I think we could do even better than that.”
“Suicide Squad?”
“Cliche,” You both said at the same time
“How about we ask the others tomorrow? We have to be up early for the city.”
“Good point.”
~
The sun coming through a gap in the curtains woke you up. Millie was curled up, still asleep. You sat up and grabbed your phone. It was 6:30am. You didn’t even need an alarm to wake you up at such an early hour and school was to thank for that. After checking social media and liking and commenting on all the photos the cast had tagged you in last night, you got up and got dressed as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake Millie. It was then that you heard a light knock on the bedroom door. You opened it to see Finn standing there in jeans, a white shirt and his leather jacket. You had to take a couple of seconds to compose yourself.

“Morning,” You whispered, “Millie’s still sleeping.”
“I gathered,” Finn smiled, “Noah’s making breakfast and doing a pretty terrible job. Wanna come and help?”
“Sure. I think I’d better just in case he burns his own house down. Also, we’re matching.”
Finn looked at your leather jacket and then down at his.
“So we are,” Finn smirked and then led you downstairs to where Noah was making a complete and utter mess in the kitchen. You laughed causing Noah to look up from the burning waffle he was trying to save.

“Morning?” You said to Noah through giggles
“First of all, this isn’t funny. Nothing about this is funny,” After that comment, you and Finn started laughing even more, “Second of all, I hope you all like burnt waffles because that’s what you’re getting.”
“Here,” You said, “Let me help you.”

So that’s how you ended up cooking breakfast with Noah. Finn helped out too and it wasn’t long before the others came down. First Millie, then Caleb, and lastly, Gaten. 

Noah’s dad left his car as they had taken his mum’s. Both you, Caleb, and Finn could drive but Caleb drew the short straw so he had to. It wouldn’t take long to get to the city from Noah’s anyway. Caleb and Noah were up front of course, but then there was the problem of space in the back of the car. The problem being, there wasn’t enough. Which is how you ended up practically sitting on Finn’s lap. Not that you were bothered. It didn’t seem like Finn was either.
“New York City, here we come,” Caleb started the engine and off you went.

You and Millie were trying on dresses in Macy’s. The boys were somewhere else in the store buying god knows what. Finn’s exact words were: “There is no way in hell that I am sitting there while you two try on dresses for hours, no offence.” None was taken. You and Millie were happy to give each other advice on what looked best. You didn’t need the boys to do that for you.
Once you were finished with dresses you went to look for ideas for costumes for Wyatt’s party. The both of you were determined to have kick ass costumes. You were not going to settle too easily. There was a whole section of Macy’s decked out for Halloween and full of makeup, decorations and costumes. You and Millie flipped your shit. You pulled out your phone and called Finn, telling him to bring the guys so they could help with the costumes. When the finally arrived they were not that surprised to see that you and Millie were already pulling things off shelves and deciding that even though you didn’t know what exactly it was for, you were buying it.

“Y/N,” Gaten asked, “Why are you buying four different makeup palettes? We don’t even know who we’re going as.”
“Why not? Why the hell not?” You smiled. Gaten didn’t have an answer
“Guys,” Noah grinned, “I have the perfect idea for our costumes.”

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Hi, thank you for sending in this request! I feel like this could have been better but this is how it ended up being. Close to 2k words though so it might be a little bit longer than what I normally would post but it’s alright. Anyways, I really do hope you enjoy this and hopefully I did fulfill in your prompt nicely (because this is such a great prompt too!).

PS: So I have this idea for a series that I really want to do for Peter / Spider-man but I have yet to sort out the details but once I do, I am definitely going to post it! Pretty excited to be attempting one.

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by hardyness

Some days, you wake up feeling like you are living in a nightmare and honestly, today, you feel like you might as well have been living in one. Sitting right across Peter, you notice that he has long since stopped listening to you talk about menial problems. You stop talking completely, wondering if Peter will notice but after a minute passes by and he didn’t, you could feel your heart cracking.

Perhaps, something like this should not really offend you much – it probably would not have, if you didn’t know the reason why Peter had stopped listening to you. So you turn around to follow his gaze and a small sigh leaves your lips when you realize that Peter is staring at none other than Liz Allen.

“Is that a new top?” Peter murmurs as he continues to gaze at Liz lovingly, longingly and it hurts because occasionally, you have worn new clothes too but Peter has never said anything nor has he ever paid attention to what you are wearing. Suddenly, your appetite is gone and you don’t even feel like eating anymore. You feel your heart breaking again. “Blue is such a good colour on her, don’t you think?”

Ned, being the best friend that he is, nods his head. “That top is old – but wearing it with jeans, that’s new.” Ned points out and sometimes, you don’t know why you even do this to yourself. You try to smile when Ned glances at you, finally realizing that you have stopped talking. “Oh, sorry, Y/N.”

As if realizing that you are there, Peter shakes his head and drags his gaze away from Liz to you. He gives you a grin. “Hey, Y/N.” You don’t know what’s worse – the fact that you have been sitting there the entire time, talking with Peter and Ned or the fact that Peter has only just noticed you. “Uh, sorry – did you, I am so sorry – I wasn’t listening. What were you talking about earlier?” He asks you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stares at you.

Sometimes you don’t even know why you still continue to like him. Peter Parker has never given you any glance – he has always had his eyes on Liz Allen. You knew that, everyone knows that – Liz also probably also know that. You are hurting yourself more by holding on to this crush of yours. Never once have the thought of you hurting any worse could ever cross your mind but hearing Peter Parker talk about Liz Allen right in front of you completely breaks your heart.

Tears well up in your eyes and you swallow the sudden lump that appear in your throat. You shake your head at him and stand up, surprising both Ned and Peter. They share a glance with each other and you pick up your tray. “I – I just remembered I have something to do. Sorry.” You couldn’t face him – you can’t look at Peter and you really can’t take Peter looking at you without actually seeing you. So you leave the table immediately, not even bothering to stay to listen to any of their replies – right now, you don’t want anyone especially not the two of them to see you crying.

Peter frowns as his eyes follow your retreating figure. He keeps his eyes on you and sighs before turning to look at Ned. “I think I’m going to head to class first.” He tells his best friend and Ned frowns, glancing at his own tray. Peter gives his friend a small smile, nudging him lightly. “You can eat, you know. I’m just going to head to class first.” He informs Ned before picking up his own tray and bringing it over to the Tray station.

Peter quickly tries to chase after you because he honestly feels really bad for not listening to you. He had been listening to you initially but he couldn’t multi-task well enough the moment Liz walked in with her group of friends. To be quite honest, Peter doesn’t really think he likes Liz as much as everyone believes him to – he appreciates her beauty and might even adore her kindness but that’s the extent to it. Peter sighs in disappointment when he can’t find you at your locker either.

“Maybe I should just text her tonight.” Peter mutters to himself when by the time the bell rang, you are still nowhere to be found. His body is tense and he can feel his chest tightening with something but he shakes his head. You probably still have something to do and might even show up late to class but even as Peter sits in class, he notices that as the time ticks by and the day slowly comes to an end, he realizes that you never really showed up to class at all. The text messages that he had sent to you remain unanswered too.

“Hey, May.” Peter walks in to the apartment and May looks up from her work, greeting him with a smile. Peter can’t even bring himself to return her smile. His heart is hurting and he is just feeling absolutely confused right now, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Noticing the dilemma Peter seems to be in, May approaches her nephew. “Are you alright, Peter?” She asks softly, pressing her palm on his forehead. “You aren’t hot – so you’re definitely not sick.” She drops her hand from his forehead and Peter shakes his head.

“It’s not that – I’m fine, May.” Peter assures his aunt and May frowns as she looks at him suspiciously. Peter looks at his aunt, holding her gaze for a few seconds before sighing, admitting defeat. “I think I must have hurt my friend?”

May raises one of her eyebrows. “Is that a question or a statement, Peter Parker?”

“I feel like I might have hurt my friend. She hasn’t replied any of my texts and I didn’t even see her at all after break today and we were supposed to go over to Ned’s for a movie marathon and she didn’t show up either.” Peter blurts out and May stares at her nephew in surprise.

This is the first time Peter has ever told her anything about this friend of his and judging by the concerned expression Peter has on his face, May realizes that you must mean something more to him than just a friend. “Do you like her?” Instead of beating around the bush, May just goes straight to the point.

Peter blinks a couple of time as he stares at his aunt. “Wha – What? What do you mean?” Peter tries to play it off but when May looks at him expectantly, Peter can’t help but nod his head. “Maybe I do have some feelings for her.” Peter admits and right after he says it, he realizes how much he actually really likes you. He lets out a groan when he realizes what he had been doing prior to you leaving the table earlier. “What am I going to do, May?”

May frowns. “Well, you need to tell me the entire story first because I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s been going on.” She pulls Peter in to the apartment and Peter relents. How can he literally be one of the smartest person in school and yet still be one of the dumbest one there is? “Okay, tell me.”


You glance at the mirror you have placed in your locker and wince at how puffy your eyes look like – you had cried yourself to sleep yesterday and by the time you woke up, you didn’t feel like answering any of Peter’s texts or calls nor did you show up for the movie marathon at Ned’s place. You really didn’t feel like seeing him at all.

You hear someone clearing their throat beside you and you frown before you pull back from your locker, closing the door and that’s when you notice the hushed, excited whispers. You are greeted with Peter Parker standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses and a very nervous expression on his face. “What – what’s the meaning of this?” You dare not hope that the roses are for you.

Peter swallows and he glances at you – now that he is well aware of his feelings for you, Peter suddenly feels shy under your watchful gaze. He takes note that your eyes are a little bit puffier this morning and he wonders briefly if you had been crying the entire night and he feels guiltier than he had been before but that’s why he is here with these roses.

“I want to apo – apologize for you know, yesterday and I,” Peter gulps and stares at you. “These roses are you – I mean, they are for you and I am sorry for yesterday and I like you a whole lot and I regret what I did yesterday and – “ Peter would have continued to ramble on and on if you hadn’t stop him by placing your hand over his mouth.

With your heart racing against your chest, you slowly pull your hand over his mouth. “C-Can you repeat what you have just said?” Your eyes are wide in disbelief – did you really hear that correctly? Did Peter say he likes you a whole lot.

Peter stares at you before nodding his head slowly. “These flowers are for you.” He hands them over and you accept it, taking a whiff of the lovely smell. “I just want to apologize for my actions yesterday and I regret what I did yesterday too and are your – are your eyes swollen because you have been crying?” Peter asks as he lifts one of his hands up to your face, cupping cheek and your face flushes red.

“You forgot something else.” You murmur – right at that moment, you can’t even hear your own voice because of how loud your heart is beating in your ears. Peter stares at you and tilts his head to the side. “You said… You said you liked me a whole lot.” You repeat his earlier words. You see Peter gulping as he stares at you. “Is – Is that true, Peter?”

Peter drops his hand from your face – you already miss the warmth that came from his hand – and he slowly nods his head again. “Yeah – I like you a lot, Y/N and I am sorry it took me a while to realize – “

This time around you cut Peter off by throwing your arms around him laughing with relief. “I like you a whole lot too, Peter!” You exclaim, not caring that everyone is literally staring at the both of you right now – by the time the classes start, everyone’s probably going to know about this thing between Peter and you.

You could tell that Peter is momentarily taken aback by your confession but the moment it sinks, Peter pulls you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you before leaning back to smile at you. You grin up at him and Peter leans down to give you a short, sweet kiss.

“Alright, lovebirds – break it up.” Ned groans as he walks by and Peter pulls away, blushing furiously and you laugh in to his shoulder at Ned’s words. “We are going to be late for class. The bell rang a few minutes ago.” He tells the both of you with a deadpan expression and Peter laughs before releasing his hold on you. He takes your hand instead and pulls you in the direction of class.

“Come on, Ned!”

Two Nights Stand Part 8

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1548

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Loats of fluffy.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Credits to the gifs owners

Originally posted by spdrparker


You wake up with the sound of water, when you open your eyes you see that you are alone in bed, so Bucky must be indeed in the shower. Looking around you see that is only 1 a.m.. So many things happened in these last 24 hours, but still, you are in the same place that you were 24 hours ago, in Bucky’s bed.

How could your feelings towards someone change so much in just one day? You want to go home, you need some time to think about all this, preferably on your bathtub drinking some wine. You liked Bucky, he was easy to talk to and you felt comfortable around him.

Nonetheless, this is supposed to be just a one night stand, no strings attached and you can’t expect him to feel the same way about you. You two shared a lot in the last day, painful memories, funny stories and amazing sex, to be honest.

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roanieru  asked:

For the 1k one shot giveaway here's a prompt-ish : oblivious!Stiles with Derek trying so hard to ask Stiles out but Stiles just has no idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️congrats on the 1k!!!!!

This was so much fun to write because this was basically how my girlfriend and I got together because I’m a total dork (she and I do have two anniversaries)


the amazing spiderman 2 is on in an hour

The text comes at the best time because Stiles is bored out of his mind and ready to take up knitting at the community center with the elderly if it meant finally getting some social interaction.

Be there in 10

He has no shame in replying instantly to Derek as he scrambles to grab his hightops and his hoodie from the back of the door. Sure, Stiles understood that his friends were busy this summer. They all had jobs and pack training usually wore them out, not to mention just about everyone was paired off and was more likely to hang out with their significant other than Stiles. He wasn’t bitter, it was just how it was. But that’s okay, ‘cause he had Derek.

it takes 15 to get here when you obey the speed limit

Is that the sound of Derek worrying

you’re impossible

Impossible to resist

Stiles hops into the Jeep and dutifully follows all the traffic laws and makes it to Derek’s in just under twenty minutes.

“Honey I’m hoooooome,” Stiles calls obnoxiously into the Hale House, chuckling when he hears Derek’s sigh from the kitchen. He drops his stuff by the door and enters the room that smells like freshly popped popcorn and that jalapeño powder that Stiles liked on his.

“You know the movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes, right?” Derek asks as he brings the popcorn bowls into the living room with Stiles tailing behind him with the drinks he snags from the fridge.

“And? Despite your belief, I do not just use you for your amazing flat screen TV.” Derek snorts and sits down and Stiles follows him down at the other end, tossing his feet up and onto Derek’s thigh. Derek has long since given into it and simply lifts the popcorn a safe distance while Stiles gets comfortable and then settles himself.

“Find anything new about the sidhe?” Derek prompts, tossing a kernel in his mouth.

“Yeah, actually. I found a blog that is run by an emissary that Deaton’s heard of and he had a lot to say,” The conversation continues with Derek asking clarifying questions and Stiles regurgitating all the information he’s found on whatever creature caught his fancy this week. The supernatural were much more fun to research while you weren’t in imminent parel. The movie starts and the conversation doesn’t completely die, just have odd little pauses when Stiles gets distracted by whatever is on screen.

“Dude, why is it so cold?” Stiles asks in the middle of defining the differences between faery and fairy (BIG difference, by the way).

“Oh, a bird flew into the house and broke a window and the heater has never really worked,” Derek shrugs, tilting his chin to the end of the hall where there is indeed a window covered in cardboard.

“Well, not all of us are supernatural heaters,” Stiles snipes, rubbing his upper arm and hoping the goosebumps die down soon. Derek lets out an exasperated sigh and holds out an arm. “What am I supposed to do with that? Chop it off and cuddle it?”

“Or you could come here where it is still attached,” Derek’s eyes close and when they reopen they’re fixed on the ceiling. Well, in retrospect, Stiles was being a little dull.

“Oh, yeah, that works too.” Stiles makes quick work of getting right up next to Derek and settling in the groove between his shoulder and chest. It’s a very nice spot to be and he’s in the perfect spot to demand Derek feed him popcorn - win win. It’s maybe half an hour later that Isaac stumbles in.

“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to crash your date,” just as soon as he had entered, the blond was gone. Stiles stares after him and then turns to look at Derek.

“What?”

“You might want to use your words, Stiles.” Derek says with a bemused smile. Stiles would laugh but he’s too focused on what Isaac said.

“Isaac called this a date, we aren’t dating.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I’ve been trying to ask you out for so long, Isaac got tired of calling it kinda-not-really-dates and just calls them dates now to save himself the breath.” Derek brings a hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Stiles makes a strange noise and tries to lift out of his spot and ends up using Derek’s chest for leverage.

“What do you mean?” His voice has upped by at least two octaves and he can see the werewolf wince.

“It’s fine, Isaac, it had to happen at some point,” Derek says in a normal voice, obviously communicating with the beta from where he’s probably in his room. “Stiles, what do we usually do together?” The question seems odd and Stiles nearly demands a straight answer but his brain is still kinda stuck so he goes with the flow.

“Uh, we go try the new food places around town and watch movies and you took me to that really cool old book store and we walk in the park and oh my god you’ve been taking me on dates, you asshole.” Derek winces and that snaps Stiles out of his stupor, “No no no, that’s not a bad thing except that you didn’t say they were dates, you complete dork!”

“I did, Stiles. I phrased it quite explicitly the first few times. After that I kinda gave up and thought you’d figure it out eventually.” He shrugs, dropping his hand from his face with a rueful smile.

“Derek, it’s been months!”

“Happy six months, Stiles.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“No, I think we’ve thoroughly proven who the idiot is here.”

“Oh my god, just kiss me already.” And kiss him he does. Soft and sweet and just a little awkward with the way they’re both smiling. But that didn’t matter, he was dating Derek Hale and that meant he got to kiss him whenever the hecky dizzle he wanted.

“Wait, Der, does this mean we have two anniversaries? ‘Cause it started on a different day for me.”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

DUFF (CHAPTER 4)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Chapter 4

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”




It only takes 10 minutes to get to my house but it’s feeling like 10 hours. First of all, being in Yoongi’s car is enough to make me nauseous. Second, the fact that Yoongi was right here next to me made me almost pass out.

 The drive has been completely quiet, the only noise coming from the radio and even that could barely be heard. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. 

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being A Foreigner Who Knows Their Native Language

Minseok:
When he was telling Jongdae what a beautiful woman you were when you were sitting a table away from them at a café he did not expect you to come up to him later with your number saying “You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” The shocked expression on his face amused you even more, “You mean you understood me?” You giggled, “Obviously, I learned the language before coming to live in a foreign country. Call me sometime, yeah?” You gave a wink and left him standing there speechless.

Luhan:                                                                                                                Luhan was walking around China when he decided to stop at a local street vendor for some food. When he was ordering, some girls recognized him and starting freaking out. “Can I just eat in peace for once.” You were standing behind him in line and said, “So you are why those girls are going crazy?” He turned expecting to see another native but instead noticed you were a foreigner. “Yeah,” He gave a sly smile, “I’m kind of famous.” You gave a look of amusement. “Anyways, why are you so damn good at Chinese?” You giggled, “I’m kind of a good study.”

Kris (Yifan):
While enjoying the nightlife that comes with living in California, Kris found himself in one of the many nightclubs. He received a phone call about a movie role in China and of course proceeded to speak in Mandarin. You being a bystander ended up hearing the conversation. “You are an actor?” You asked fluently in the language he just spoke. “Yeah I am,” he smiled then gave a confused look, “You speak Mandarin?” You smiled and started walking away, “Maybe we can speak more after dancing.” Kris gave a sly smile and followed you to the dance floor.

Junmyeon:
Waiting around at an airport can be quite annoying, it is even more annoying when your flight doesn’t leave when it is supposed to. A message rang out over the loudspeaker and you heard one of the men in the group of guys waiting for the same flight as you ask, “What did that just say?” in Korean. You responded out loud without thinking, “That the flight will be delayed until the storm stops.” He turned to you in response with a smile, “You speak Korean?” “Yeah,” you laughed, “I actually lived there for a few years when I was younger. Sorry to budge into your conversation.” He gave you a gracious smile, “No harm done, my name is Junmyeon. Care to talk a bit while we wait?”

Yixing:
Yixing looked up at the rollercoaster his friends were in line for and started mumbling how crazy they were to himself. “Not a fan of roller coasters either?” You asked casually in Chinese as you were waiting by the gates for your friends too. “More so of getting hurt,” he responded as he turned to face you. He had a confused look on his face to see that you were in fact not Chinese. “I did some studying abroad if that is what you were wondering,” you said with a smile. He nodded and gave a little laugh. “I am Zhang Yixing,” he said with one of his signature bows he did out of habit. “Y/N,” you said in response with a little bow of your own, “Ready to watch this horrifying sight together?” He smiled and you both turned back to watch the enormous metal contraption run its course.

Baekhyun:
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were walking around taking in the sights that New York City had to offer when they decided to make a bet and see if they could get a girl to say they were cuter than the other. Not expecting you to know their native language Baekhyun came up to you and gave a simple “Hello” in English. As you heard Chanyeol calling out words of encouragement in Korean you decided to respond with “Annyeong.” When he realized that you could speak in his own language he gave a giggle and a finger wave. “Do you mind playing along in helping me win a bet?” You smiled, “If I get your name first.” He gladly offered his name as you took his outreached hand and walked over to fool his friend.

Jongdae:
When your uncle asked if you could bartend for the night at his restaurant you were hardly enthused by the thought of creepy men flirting with you over the counter. However, when an attractive bunch of foreigners walked in things seemed to be looking up for you. You heard them chatting in Korean so you decided you use your multilingual skills to ask them what they wanted to order. One of the guys, who you noticed to be very muscular under his shirt, was automatically overjoyed and didn’t seem to care about ordering at the moment. “What else do you know?”

Chanyeol:
Chanyeol and the boys were at a party in Busan when he noticed you across the room. He assumed that you wouldn’t know enough Korean to hold a conversation so he ended up just staying where he was. However, when you walked over and started talking to him he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. “You really know Korean!” he said after you two had been talking for a while. “How else would I be able to talk to such a handsome man,” you joked and he laughed.

Kyungsoo:
When they said there would be a new make-up artist he was surprised to see that you were a foreigner. As the boys introduced themselves one by one his shy smile broadened when you began a conversation with him. “Your Korean is really good,” he said reassuringly. “I try,” you said as you both laughed, “I could still use a little bit of teaching.” He perked up at the thought, “I could help you when I have free time.”

Tao:
Tao was browsing the men’s ware at a popular clothing store when you heard him asking his friend something about the color he should get in Chinese. “I would go with the red one,” you said, “it will make a statement.” Tao turned to you and the fashionista within him responded, “that is what I was thinking too.” Your skin tone was a dead giveaway that Chinese was not your native language. “Where did a pretty girl like you learn Chinese?”

Jongin:
When out in Seoul for the night walking his dogs he did not expect to talk to a foreigner. “They are so cute! May I pet them?” You said in fluent Korean. Taken aback it took him a moment before he smiled and said “Yeah, of course.” He grinned as he watched you interact with his kids. When you stood back up he offered for you to walk with him. “You can walk one if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company.” He was very interested in getting to know you.

Sehun:
Even when on tour this boy needs his bubble tea fix. When you offered to help him order after seeing that he was struggling a bit, he was surprised. After you ordered for yourself he ended up paying for your drink. “You really didn’t have to,” you said shyly. “It’s no big deal, besides I want to know how you speak Korean so well.” You sat with him and ended up joking around and talking for a while.


I tried to make each situation different. I hope you guys like it. :)

Mocking Differences.

Request: Hey darling, can I request one in which Harry is famous an dating a normal girl but his friends keep making fun of him because her job is not so glamorous and Harry, at some point, is a bit of a jerk and tells something bad about her job and they fight but he realise what he did, apologise and they make peace?


Growing up, everything you wanted wasn’t handed to you on a silver plate. You watched you parents struggle with money and stress themselves out to have you living, under a roof and getting great education. You were thankful for getting into uni with a scholarship, landing a job of your own and a small condo. 

Being a ticketing cashier at the cinema wasn’t a job you hated. You had made friends, saw different faces everyday and it was minimal to have costumers being rude to you. 

You met Harry through a friend when you were visiting Holmes Chapel with your friend, staying with her for 3 days as it was a holiday. You hit it off and 4 months after knowing each other, you started dating. 

Now, two years later, you both were happy and in love. You were used to it by now for Harry to meet new people, sometimes people who do him wrong, sometimes people who stay for a short time. 

So when Harry told you about a new group of friends he met, telling you stories about his day and stories of them; something just didn’t fall right to you. 

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Double Dare — Min Yoongi

Words: 3114

Warnings: enemies to lovers + fluff

Description: Min Yoongi hates you, and you hate him…or do you? Ft. Bts being the wingmen

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“Truth or dare?” Taehyung asks as you sat in the living room with the rest of the boys.

It was a boring Saturday night and the boys decided to invite you over to watch movies. They were like your best friends, so this wasn’t a new thing.

But playing truth or dare with them wasn’t always the best thing. Being their girl best friend was hard, especially since you were the only girl they hung out with almost everyday.

Being the only girl in a game of truth or dare with 7 boys didn’t really seem like the best idea to most people, but it didn’t matter to you, no matter how nervous you were.

You trusted them completely. Although, they’ve never done anything completely inappropriate while playing this game. They respect your boundaries.

Once everyone agreed to play the game, you all sat in a circle on the floor of their living room.

It started off simply. Taehyung went first. He dared Jimin to call his mother and tell her that he got someone pregnant.

“Jimin, can you handle a child? You’re not even married yet.” Jimin’s mom said through the phone as the rest of you tried not to burst out laughing.

“Eomma, honestly, I don’t know if I can handle it.” Jimin says.

“Jesus Christ, Jimin. What am I going to do with you?” His mother sighed.

Next was Hoseok. He was dared to kiss Namjoon on the cheek. It was a harmless kiss, but they made such a big deal about it.

These boys were so extra, but you loved them. How could you not?

Although you loved all of them, there was one person who you didn’t particularly hate, but “like” would be an overstatement.

Min Yoongi.

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