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the bet || fuckboi!peter parker x reader

 oi, I don’t want to make this too long but…. IM BACK smh I’ve been so m.i.a. but that’s literally because I’ve been so busy and have bad writer’s block. Smh this probably ain’t even gon be good. But like I worked hard on it to have meaning and stuff and I rlly hope you guys enjoy it. I just want you guys to get straight to the story because you’ve waited so long for it and I’ve been teasing it sm smh. Just read it hope you enjoy muthertruckers😬

tags : @running-outta-time @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @themyscirahs @sammie-blogs @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @geeksareunique

words : 11,197

warnings : fuckboi!peter parker, mild cussing, various mentions of sex, angst, ned needs a hug, peter needs a hug, you need a hug, everyone needs a hug

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Originally posted by peter-and-mj


”I bet you your whole Goddamn rep that you couldn’t get weird ass mcgee over there to sleep with you; you know, take her v-card. Before. We. Graduate.”

The words spoken smugly by one of Peter’s multiple friends at the lunch table caught his attention as quick as you could say, “Spider,” The statement challenged him, making him smirk at the smug boy before looking over his shoulder, almost savagely, at the fifteen year old girl huddled in her own little corner of a table in the back, her face morphing as she read through numerous pages of the thick book she held in her hands.

Watching the scene, Peter laughed and shook his head before turning back the group at his table, them looking deeply invested as to what would happen next, he spoke lowly, “Watch me.”

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he know’s spider-man

A/N: this is an imagine i originally posted on my wattpad account but i’m just going to stick with tumblr and post all my imagine’s here (also i’m the queen of bad titles okay bye)

summary: Ned blurts out in gym class that Peter knows Spider-Man when he hears you talk about how much the guy in red and blue fascinates you.

pairing peter parker x reader

request prompts from this list 


As you sat on the bleachers talking to your friends about nothing in particular New York’s finest hero suddenly came up in one of your conversations and you couldn’t hold back the smile that crept its way onto your lips whenever someone brought him up.

“It’s just Spider-Man” you mumbled putting your head in your hand as you smiled dreamily thinking about the man in red and blue “oh my gosh she’s crushing on spider man” one of your friends chuckled earning light smack on the back of her head from you “ow” she mumbled rubbing the spot where you had hit her, you only smiled satisfied as you continued writing your notes for the upcoming math test you had later this week.

“You seriously like Spider-Man?” Liz asked you plopping down next to you as she shooed the girl that had previously been sitting there away “I can’t like him! I don’t even know what he looks like I just find him fascinating that’s all” you frowned trying your best to avoid the topic.

Peter’s eyes opened wide as he heard the words that came out of your mouth you had a crush on Spider-Man? He thought, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he stared so helplessly at the girl he had been in love with for the past two years. He was certain you didn’t know who he was since you were popular and he, well he was not.

He liked to keep to himself and the only friend he had was Ned who was just as much of a nerd as him, Ned knew about Peter’s massive crush on you since it was fairly obvious, Peter would constantly stare at you and rant about how cute you were so Ned took this as his chance to get you to notice him “Peter knows Spider-Man” he suddenly yelled and everything went quite.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Peter, including you. It was like time had stopped and everyone just stared at him in shock, Peter was mortified as he looked at Ned with a death stare he absolutely hated being the center of attention. He then turned his head and as his eyes met yours, he felt his cheeks turn Scarlet as you smiled in his direction.

As soon as gym was over he stood up and hurried into the changing rooms to get back into his normal clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt, grey jacket and blue jeans. Ned followed after him and waited for him as he changed clothes.

“Why the hell would you do that Ned!?” Peter scolded his best friend whilst he pulled the white t-shirt over his head “because Y/N was talking about how much she likes Spider-Man and well I just wanted her to notice you since it’s no secret that you like her” Ned said shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar that had been in his pocket for the last three weeks.

“I can’t believe you everyone looked at me like a was a complete freak” Peter groaned sitting down next to Ned “and Y/N she stared as well” Peter said, she was truly the only reason he felt so embarrassed about the entire ordeal “what do you mean she smiled at you! she noticed you” Ned said putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he took another bite of his chocolate “isn’t that like two weeks old?” Peter asked scrunching his face up in disgust “nope three weeks” Ned respondes swallowing the rest of it and throwing the plastic that had been wrapped around it into the trash.

“Much better” Peter said sarcastically as they both walked down the school hallways to their next class, which was history a class you were also in and he couldn’t help the nerves filling his stomach as he sat in the back of the classroom like usual waiting anxiously for you to walk into the room. You eventually did and did something Peter did not expect.

When your eyes met Peter’s you smiled and waved at him his eyes widening as he started looking around the room to see if you were waving at him or someone else.

You giggled at this and walked to the back of the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him, you had never seen anyone as shocked as he was in that moment “hi I’m Y/N” you smiled towards him and offered him your hand to shake “I-I uh hi I’m uh Parker” his eyes widened “Peter Parker sorry” he chucked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

You found it adorable how he stumbled over his words and blushed every time you spoke to him or looked at him, you couldn’t deny the fact he was pretty fucking cute. His sharp jaw, his lips and adorable brown eyes.

You had always noticed Peter in every single one of your classes you actually envied him a lot because of how smart he was but there was just something about him that drew you to him so you found yourself starting to take in every detail about him.

How he would stick his tongue out ever so slightly when he was concentrating and how he would anxiously bite his nails every time the teacher said that he was picking one person to come up to the board and solve what they had been doing.

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Peter and he stared growing more and more nervous every time you looked his way, was there something wrong with the way he dressed did he have something on his face? Those were the only things he could think about.

He had never been so grateful to hear the unpleasant noise of the bell signaling that class was over, he quickly gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom as quickly as he possibly could “Peter!” you called after him but he pretended not to hear you as he continued walking down the hallway and towards the exit.

You were a little hurt by this but decided to just forget about it and go home. You walked towards your locker and shoved all of your stuff in there slamming it shut and walking out of school.

It usually took you about 20-25 minutes to walk home but you remembered that there was a much shorter way you could go that would only take you 10 minutes but you had to go through a dark alleyway that always creeped you out and was the only reason you didn’t go the short cut, but you thought nothing of it today as the sun was shining and you were feeling brave.

But that all changed when you were about mid way through the alley “look at what we have here” you heard a mans voice slur obviously meaning that he was extremely drunk.

You started walking faster clutching your backpack tightly, slowly letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. The man quickly caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground and straight into a puddle completely drenching you.

“Please don't” you cried the man only kicking you in response “shut up you bi-” the man was cut off by someone kicking him to the ground that person being none other than Spider-Man himself.

“Y/N are you okay!?” Spider-Man asked pulling you up to your feet, you were shocked how does Spider-Man know my name? You thought “ho-how do you know my name” you finally managed to get out “oh i-uh i just you know” you heard him begin to ramble and you immediately realized who your savior was.

“Peter?” you asked slowly pulling the mask off of his head, he didn’t try to stop you and as soon as you saw the all to familiar face of Peter Parker you smiled and connected your lips to his as a thank you. He was shocked but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away his cheeks were as red as they could possibly be “please don’t tell anyone” was the first thing he said and you nodded mumbling a ‘I would never’ him only nodding before pulling the mask back over his head right before disappearing out of sight.


“She kissed you!?” the voice of Ned ran through out the entire house, Peter didn’t say anything instead he just smiled the most happiest smile he had smiled since uncle Ben died. He felt as happy as he could ever be and it was like nothing could bring him down in that moment.

“Yes she did it was amazing” Peter gushed feeling his cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the thought of your lips pressed against his.

“See being Spider-Man has it’s pros” Ned said pausing the movie that had been quietly playing in the background that the boys had stopped watching a while ago “but it also has its cons like risking my life every single day!” Peter said raising an eyebrow at Ned “whatever dude you kissed Y/N one of the most attractive girls at school”

Peter couldn’t argue with Ned anymore so he just nodded feeling as lucky as ever that a girl like Y/N had kissed him, she was way out of his league and he was sure everyone knew that but in that moment it didn’t matter the only thing that mattered was that she kissed him.

Y/N kissed him.

May’s Guide to Getting the Girl

(Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 2328

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

Warnings: none (fluffy gross stuff again)

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

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


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Park Woojin | Soulmate AU!

Originally posted by woojinnies

  • Member: Park Woojin
  • Genre: fluffy
  • Word Count: 1488
  • Summary: soulmate au! Your dance partner Daniel bails on your practice, when Woojin ends up being his replacement, he’ll make a promise to you. With that one promise your fate was sealed. 
  • Requested: yes 

You wake up and get ready for school, you feel different today as if something big is going to happen. You look at yourself in the mirror and you see in your reflection, “don’t worry I’ll catch you” written just underneath your collarbone. The first words your soulmate will say to you. You trace your fingers lovingly over the words, you smile at the thought of meeting your soulmate. You’re lucky to have sweet words tattooed on you especially compared to some of your other friends, who either had common words like hi, hello, sorry or like had extremely dirty or swear words. You laughed the first time your best friend showed you her tattoo which said “fuckity fuck fuck fuck.” You really didn’t care what you’re soulmate would first say to you. You’re just happy about the fact you actually had a soulmate, someone who will love and care for you as much as you will, who’ll be your best friend all through your life. You don’t openly search for your soulmate like some of your friends do, you’re just more alert and aware of what people say but you know that one day you’ll meet them since as cheesy as it sounds, it’s fate.

You arrive at school and before you reach your class you can hear someone calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n!” you turn around and see Daniel running through the corridor to get to you. He skids to halt huffing and puffing, as your turn around to face him. You chuckle and say “you really need to work out more, you’re so out of breath.” “Hey! I do more exercise than you.” he justifies himself with a smirk. You just roll your eyes, he continues by saying in a pleading voice “please don’t get mad but I can’t make it to dance practice today.” You were instantly annoyed because today was the day you practiced the crucial and main point of the routine, which was the lift trick, it was inspired by the one in dirty dancing. He knew that you only trusted him to do it with. Last time someone else did that trick with you they ended up twisting your ankle as they put you down in the wrong way, making you not being able to dance for 2 months. “Why? Did something happen?” you inquire. “Uh-uh-uh ummm basically I found out my soulmate was Doyeon and I’m going out on a date with her” he said happily but also reluctantly taking a step back just in case you hit him. You knew he’s had a huge crush on Doyeon for ages also with the fact she was his soulmate, you really couldn’t get mad. You genuinely felt really happy for him but also disappointed that he couldn’t make it to practice, you sigh and give him a hug “okay okay it’s fine, I really am happy for you but you better tell me everything later and you better buy me pizza.” “YOU’RE THE BEST also by the way, one of my crew members Park Woojin will take my place. He’s an amazing dancer and I promise he’ll do the lift perfectly.” He says excitedly, happy you’re not mad. For some weird reason your heart feels super warm as you heard the name Park Woojin. You ignore the warm fuzzy feeling and you just nod in response and he gives you a quick hug whispering “good luck you’ll be amazing.” As he dashes off you shout “HAVE A GREAT TIME!!”

You arrive at the dance studio nervous for the lift, this was one of the biggest components of the routine and it was a duo stage. Originally it was supposed to be you and Daniel performing the routine but it hasn’t been confirmed if you’ll actually dance with him. You change into your clothes in the changing room and greet a few friends. You enter the studio and your teacher comes in, she notices how nervous you are and how much you’re fidgeting, she tries to reassure you by saying  “Y/n, Daniel notified me Woojin will be taking his place. He’s a great dancer so don’t worry about the lift too much.” You thank her and she tells everyone to warm up. Just as everyone finishes warming up, someone dashes into the room and you look up to see probably the most attractive guy you’ve seen. That’s saying something since your best friends are Bae Jinyoung and Park Jihoon, the two most attractive guys at school. You look at each other for a split second and your heart races and you give him a small smile. He returns with a toothy grin showing off his snaggletooth, you actually wanted to squeal because he looked so gorgeous smiling. Woojin had this sudden urge to go up and hug you and never let go, but he brushes it off. He goes up to your teacher and bows to her and probably said something like I’m sorry I’m late or something like that. You couldn’t hear because one of your friends was jabbering on about her routine. Though you weren’t paying attention at her, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Woojin. Every single time he’d glance at you, you’d quickly look away and blush, he’d then to smile to himself thinking of how adorable you were. Both of you were whipped already and you haven’t even said a single word to each other.

The teacher put the music on and told you how to do the move, neither of you were paying much attention because Woojin was pulling funny faces across from you making you giggle softly. He felt so good making you laugh, he literally thought your laugh was the best thing he has ever heard and couldn’t help but grin super brightly. Your teacher then laid out the mat to cushion any falls if they happen. You both get into your positions for the move, Suddenly all your nerves caught up to you and your hands started to get clammy, all your calmness disappeared into an instant. Woojin saw your worry and concern, he also felt so worried for you, he reassuringly and sweetly said to you “don’t worry I’ll catch you.” You instantly felt a warmth rushing through your body, but you were too nervous to register that Park Woojin was your soulmate. “You promise?” you replied nervously and softly. His heart melted at hearing your nervous hesitant tone making him feel like he needed to protect you “I promise.” he reassures you. Feeling calm and more confident because of Woojin, your teacher counts you to do the lift, 5,6,7,8, you run up and you feel two hands on your hips. You stretch your arms out and balance yourself. You feel a rush of happiness and relief, you actually did it! You give the biggest smile at Woojin, who grins brightly back. Woojin at that moment read the words on your collarbone “don’t worry I’ll catch you.” His t shirt was also loose showing of his soulmate tattoo and right there it was written “you promise?” You both look at each other with wide eyes, the realisation both hit you. You were each others soulmates. There was a wave of love and happiness overwhelming the both of you. But because of you and Woojin’s shock and realisation you were each other’s soulmate. He lost his grip on your hips and you lost you balance, causing both of you to fall. 

Luckily, well for you at least, Woojin had quick reflexes. So wanting to make sure you didn’t get hurt. He wrapped his arms around you and put his body beneath yours to cushion your fall. Thud! You both landed with him groaning in pain and you on top with him, your noses touching. You feel instantly warm and safe in his arms like that was the place you were always meant to be. You literally felt as if a part of you was filled like you were only living half of your life. Woojin felt the exact same way. You couldn’t help but softly giggle at the situation. Woojin didn’t look hurt and you traced the words “you promise?” on his collarbone making him shiver. Neither of you wanted to move from where you two were, not caring about the rest of your dance class looking at you two, trying to figure out what was happening. So you didn’t move. Instead you snuggled up to him put your head into the crook of his neck and whispered teasingly into his ear. “Hey soulmate, you didn’t keep your promise you didn’t catch me.” He looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes and a small smirk which made your heart flutter. He over dramatically but still sweetly whispered in your ear. “My beautiful soulmate, who I’m so glad I met, I did keep my promise, I did catch you but I also fell for you.”


okay I’m sorry this wasn’t very Woojin but i hope it still it made you feel fluffy!! This is my first time writing a soulmate au SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. As always give me an anon or a message if you just want chat!!

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Damn it Alexander, it was romantic until you opened your big mouth.

(I think I’ll do asks this way now, they’ll show up way nicer on mobile this way ;w;  -Sofia)

Ruggedly Handsome

Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: I think maybe one swear word

Originally posted by nellaey

The Gryffindor common room was usually calm and quiet for the most part, people winding down after long class days, doing homework, etc.

But then the Marauders show up and all that quietness is thrown out the window.
This time in particular it seemed that James and Sirius were in the middle of some dumb argument.

“I’m telling you, it’s me,” James said as the group sauntered into the common room.
“Not a chance, Potter,” responded Sirius, “I’ve got you beat by a long shot. But don’t worry, second place isn’t too bad.”
“I say we get a second opinion,” James suggested. “Moony, dear, what do you think?”
“I’m not getting involved in this,” the lanky boy said.
“Wormtail?”
“I think I’m with Remus on this one, I’d rather stay out of it.”
James and Sirius glanced around the common room briefly before their eyes settled on where you were sat doing your charms homework. They both crossed the room with long strides, each sporting a cocky smirk as they both pulled up a chair on either side of you.
“Evening, (Y/L/N),” Sirius said.
“We were hoping you could help us settle something,” James added.
“What do you want?” You asked. This wasn’t your first time in this situation, the sooner you cooperated the sooner they’d leave you alone to finish your essay in peace.
“Which one of us is more attractive?” That’s what this whole thing was about?
“Do I look like a beauty pageant judge to you?”
“Come on (Y/N), I know we’re both ruggedly handsome but which one of us is more ruggedly handsome?” James pestered.
“Fine,” you said, looking up from your page, “if it’ll get you off of my back…” you studied both of their faces for a moment (though you already knew who you’d be picking) before answering.
“Sirius.”
“Yes,” the boy celebrated as you turned back to your work.
“Oh, how absolutely defeated I am. I had a good run, a good run indeed, but alas. I have fallen short of victory and will have to settle for second best.” James should really get into theater, he sure does know how to put on a good performance.
“Yeah, yeah, let me finish my essay now, okay?” James left to reunite with Remus and Peter, but Sirius stayed seated beside you, a cocky smirk on his face as he watched you. You tried to ignore him, figuring he’d leave at some point, but he just sat there, not saying a word, and it was driving you insane.
“Can I help you?” you said, finally turning to face him. He didn’t miss the edge in your voice, in fact it only made his smirk grow.
“You know I always figured you thought I was the most attractive guy in this school but I quite enjoy hearing you say it out loud.”
“I never said you were the most attractive guy in this school,” you scoffed.
“That’s the title Prongs and I were fighting for.”
“But you didn’t ask me who was most attractive in school, you asked who out of the two of you was more attractive.”
“Same thing,” he said, leaning back in his chair to put his feet up on the table, nearly knocking over all of your ink.
“Whatever,” you grumble, shoving his feet off of the table and getting back to your work.

You figured that would be the end of it. You played their little game, they’d leave you alone now, right? Right? Wrong.
All week Sirius had done nothing but flirt with you or tease you about finding him attractive. If you so much as asked a guy if he knew the time Sirius was there to butt in and announce to everyone around you how in love the two of you were and scare off any guy that came near you. It was a nightmare.
“Hello there, love of my life,” the aforementioned boy called as he came out of seemingly nowhere and started to walk beside you. You didn’t respond.
“You know, I figured you’d be more interested in actually talking to me considering you find me so attract-” You don’t know what took over you but you turned to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, crashing your lips onto his. The kiss lasted maybe a second but dammit if it wasn’t the best kiss Sirius had ever had. When you parted you immediately turned on your heel and walked away, but Sirius just stayed where he was and watched you leave, still stunned from your surprise kiss.

Frat Boy - Harry Styles One Shot

Request #49: “I’m really drunk, please help me.”

The bass was rocking through the speakers, wracking your body with vibrations and making it harder for you not to spill the alcohol in your hand, which, frankly, was already a difficult task thanks to the people bumping into you and slicking you with their sweat.  Not that you’d necessarily needed the alcohol in the first place.  In fact, you’d hardly touched it.  You were much, much too amused at the sight in front of you.

The tall fit guy with tanned skin and tattoos for days stood atop the makeshift DJ stage that looked dangerously close to collapsing by the amount of people packed on and surrounding him, aggressively jumping to the beat.  You couldn’t help but giggle as your infamous classmate Harry drunkenly pumped his fist alongside his frat brothers and picked the next song, but as smashed as he was (or should be by the amount he’d been drinking that night) his hands spun the records with incredible precision and skill, clearly at ease with the DJ job the frat had given him.  And why wouldn’t he be?  From what you’ve heard about him and the little you’d seen yourself, he was the perfect confident person to manage the energy of the party - that is, unless someone angered him.  His eyes suddenly met yours from above the crowd, and for a moment you thought they were just blankly looking in your direction, but the way a chill swept through you despite the humidity of the room made you wonder…

Even the chills weren’t sufficient evidence though, and you would’ve continued to doubt yourself if he hadn’t grabbed the microphone from his frat brother (Liam was it?) who was currently freestyling.

“Y/N s’hheerre!!!!!!” he slurred into the mic, voice riddled with elated surprise.  He leaned a little too far from saying your name and had to fall on a pretty girl wearing what could only be called underwear in order to break his fall.  You didn’t miss the way his hand went to her little waist to steady himself and the smirk on his face when he took in her clothing, or rather, lack of.  It was a known fact Harry got around, and for those of the girls he hadn’t gotten with yet, the other half were waiting in the wings and hoping they’d get their chance.  It was stupid that he could practically have any girl he wanted, but it wasn’t entirely without cause.  He was one of the most attractive guys at your school, cocky and confident, a dash of arrogance, but incredibly charismatic.  For all these reasons and more you couldn’t be justified in feeling surprised at his flirtatious behavior, let alone hurt, so you ignored the little jab of irrational jealousy that prickled your skin.

You hardly knew Harry, only had one class with him and when you’d missed a day for being “sick” (though really you’d just slept in), Harry had offered to give you the notes.  A little uncharacteristic as you thought he never paid attention in class, but you weren’t in a position to complain.  When he said to come by the frat to pick them up, you hadn’t thought there would be…well…this.

The moment you’d walked up the front yard and successfully side-stepped projectile vomit (but just barely) before running into a shirtless guy and girl connected by gaping mouths, you knew there had to have been some kind of miscommunication.  You weren’t sure if Harry had simply forgotten the huge rager his frat was hosting before inviting you to collect the notes or if that was his sly way at an invitation.  If it was, you’d clearly missed the memo.  You almost turned around and decided to come back to the frat house in the morning - your pajama shorts and old band t-shirt weren’t exactly party material, and honestly, how did you expect to find him in an overcrowded house?  But after coming so far you figured - why the hell not.  You’d already walked all the way across campus to get here and you hadn’t gotten all that cardio in for nothing.

You were really on a roll tonight.

And apparently so was Harry.

You saw him lean down and move his hand up the girl’s waist so it was wrapped around her shoulder.  He leant down to whisper something in her ear, causing her to blush with lips parted in a soundless laugh.  This time you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.  There was a disgusting amount of sweat slathered on you that, mind you, had not come from you and now another shower was in order even though you just took one 2 hours ago.  And it was probably midnight now and you had an 8 AM the next morning.  And he hadn’t warned you about a party.  And he’d seen you and knew you were waiting for him.  That meant he knew you were watching him flirt with some girl.  He probably got some sick power trip from it.

You didn’t mind waiting when you were watching him on stage alone, a little voice murmured.

You wanted to strangle that little voice.  You definitely could not afford to even think about Harry that way.  No, not him.

Definitely not him.

Although he was a soccer jock and major partier, he had this other…more boyish side to him you’d only seen a glimpse of in class when you’d share short conversations.  You hadn’t expected to see that from the reputation he’s garnered, in all honestly you thought he’d be some quick-tempered self-absorbed frat boy in every sense of the word, but the Harry you’d seen was really interesting and engaging.  That boyish side to him was charming and disarming all the same.  It made you wonder how many other people, other girls, he’d shown that same side too.

Maybe that’s what reeled them in.

Definitely not the chiseled jaw and dark hair and piercing green eyes and athletic Greek God bod.  No, not that.

Definitely not that.

You turned away from the sight in front of you, not being able to stand seeing Harry work his charm on another while you waited along the sidelines.  For a reason you weren’t ready to admit, you raised your cup and took another sip of the cheap alcohol, wincing as it burned down your throat.  This was utter crap, and soon you felt its unwelcome warmth settle in your stomach.  Sweat droplets were beading down your back and you felt your hair stick to the back of your neck.  Everything was too hot.  How was everybody not dying of a heatstroke in here??

“S’cuse me, pardon me.”  You heard a deep British accent shout above the music.   

You turned around to see Harry stalking through the crowd, powerfully pushing through the grinding hormone-crazed students, his eyes already focused on you.  He didn’t smile or give much recognition when you met his gaze except for a slight smirk, his curls had been dampened a bit from sweat and probably strangers’ alcohol, but his eyes were still glowing.  Those are intoxicating enough, you thought.  He didn’t stop moving until he was right in front of you, his arms immediately engulfing you in a massive hug.  You froze at the unfamiliar gesture, body immediately going rigid as your face was pressed against his chest and you tried to ignore the fact that despite being sweaty, this stupid beautiful man still managed to smell good, a waft of his expensive cologne making you want to stay squeezed in his arms all night.

“Thought you weren’t comin’” he rumbled, and with an ear pressed to his side, you felt the vibrations in his chest.  His limbs were heavy and hot, his entire body like a giant heater, and if you were in another frame of mind (and a much cooler situation) perhaps you would’ve noticed how his body melted into yours and savored the way all your grooves were pressed snugly together.  But you weren’t.  You were in a sweaty hormone-induced sauna.  And right now you thought this might just be the end of you.

“Can’t…breathe…” you managed to whisper.

“Sorry,” he slurred.  His arms reluctantly loosened around you and his eyes grew wide once they met your own.  You weren’t quite sure why.

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It’s a dangerous scene when you’re e i g h t e e n

Steal My Heart

Word Count: 1282

Summary: You’re a metahuman who can influence emotions. Did you influence Peter Parker, a long time crush, to like you or is it on his own accord?


Peter Parker is easily one of the most attractive guys in your school. You’re sure of it. And you’ve been sure of it since you were young.

Sadly, the world generally shames people who have crushes on their best friends. So, you knew that you had to bury your feelings deep within you. Very deep, to where no one would ever find them.

Of course, burying your feelings is usually tougher for you. You’re a metahuman who can influence other’s emotions. This means if you have… stronger feelings for someone, you unconsciously begin to influence their emotions. You can’t completely change someone’s feelings, but if they’re sad, you can gently remind them of good memories. If they’re angry, you can coax them to just being slightly upset. If they like you, you can make the fondness more intense.

Which is why you have to be careful. You have to make sure you live in a state of neutrality. If you get real angry, you could start a riot. If you get real sad… well you know what happens when people get depressed.

You knew from the beginning that Peter Parker was Spider-man. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. His voice is so unique that you’d be an idiot to not know. But you played dumb. Knowing that he was out there, risking his life for strangers and your city, only made your love for him grow.

Tonight is one of many study dates. It’s not weird to find yourself at Peter’s house, just lounging about. Aunt May, who loves you now, took forever to warm up to you. She once told Peter that something was off about you. But quickly realized she was wrong. With some minor help from yours truly. You only sped up the process of her liking you, it would’ve happened at some point in time.

You plop yourself down in his desk chair, biting your lower lip as you put your books on his desk. Time to learn maths, your personal favourite. You are thankful, though; it’s much easier to keep your emotions neutral or under control when you’re bored out of your mind than when you’re staring at a very cute boy… who’s perfect in everyway and you-

You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of the thoughts. “Ready, Peter?” You ask, turning your head to look at the boy who’s standing next to you.

You find his eyes already on your face, making a rose colour rise to your cheeks. Why would he be staring at you already? Damn, you’re probably influencing him…

He coughs slightly before nodding. “Y-yeah… maths. Your favourite, right?” He jokes before pulling up another chair, this one stolen from the dining table on your way in. He sets his own worksheet on the table, before grabbing a pencil and getting to work. He flies through the equations, stopping every now and then to think through the process before finishing it.

He’s on his 5th question just as you’re finishing your 2nd. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, speedster. I need a little help with the formula on this one.” You tell him, pointing to the 3rd question.

Peter nods, leaning in to look at the paper closer. Your breath catches slightly as you realize how close your faces are. You could just lean over to kiss him right then. Your eyes are anchored to his face, watching as his eyes scan the question before looking skyward to think. You love the fact that you can just tell what he’s thinking by looking at his eyes.

His eyes finally make their way to yours, locking onto them. It’s like was casted over him as he stares at you.

Pink converges onto your cheeks as he continues to stare. You both start to lean in at the same time, your lips brushing his before you remember. My power! You quickly get up from the chair, stepping back from him.

Peter stares up at you, his face blood red as he goes to explain. “I-I-I thought you liked me too, I’m sorry if I misread that!”

You shake your head, “No no no no no, it’s not you! I-It’s me! I… I just can’t kiss you…”You mumble, feeling shy as you go to play with your fingers.

You can just feel the confusing pulsing off him as he takes a step forward. “What… what do you mean, you can’t kiss me?” He asks, confusion in every word.

You shrug, biting your lip. “I can’t tell you. Just please believe me.” You take a step to the side, it’s like you and Peter are going around each other. Resembling fighters in the ring.

He quietly shuts his door, so Aunt May can’t hear. “(Y/N), you can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, his voice a quiet whisper as he takes another step towards you, holding out his hands.

You look anywhere but at him, contemplating if you can actually tell him. “Okay… I’m only going to tell you, because I know you’re Spider-man.” You tell him, your voice low.

“W-What??? Noooo, I am not… who??” Peter says, trying to play it cool as his voice goes higher. You roll your eyes and give a small, halfhearted, chuckle.

“I wanted you to tell me when the time is right, but that’s not important, okay? You cannot tell anyone. You have to promise me that.” You put stress on ‘any’, making the most serious and straight face you’ve ever made in your life.

He nods, his lips pressing together.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay, so I have a power. It’s not cool like Wanda’s or fun like yours…. It’s lame and it really interfers with my life. But I can influence people’s emotions?” You tell him, making the last phrase sound like a question.

He looks shell shocked as his mouth opens. Before he can say anything, you start talking again. “Which is why I can’t kiss you. I have no idea if you actually like me, or if I’m just influencing you to like me because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met and I think it’s love. I can make people’s fondness for me more intense, almost? Like turning likeness into love and just a general friendship likeness into something more. I don’t know I’m doing it, I swear!” You rant, trying to tell him everything about your power before he freaks out.

He slowly starts to smile, before laughing. “(Y/N), you really think that you made me feel the way I do? No, there’s no way. There’s no way the way my stomach flips when I see you out of the corner of my eye is your influence. Or the way I can’t see to be able to talk when you’re around. Or how you still look cute in sweatpants and I can’t seem to catch my breath when you look at me. None of that is your doing. I’m in love with you and falling deeper every day. That’s not you.” He whispers, stepping closer and putting his hands on your cheeks. You close your eyes and lean into the warmth, his words settling your fears.

“So, will you please shut up and just kiss me…?” He asks, his voice hoarse and you smile. Opening your eyes to look into his sparkling brown ones. There’s a small smirk on his face, a confidence that you’ve never seen before. You nod before closing your eyes once again. This time, you lean in all the way.

“Peter Park, you steal my heart every day…” You whisper, your lips brushing his with every word.

Isaac Lahey| It’s a promise, not a threat!

Count of words: 589

Warnings: a couple of curses, offensive comments

A/N: Before you say anything about the way I view bulling on this, I portrait the way I felt it and the way I went through it.  I am in fact thought to be plus size and I was always bullied for it!!!

Requested: Yes

@artfuck: Hi love your writing. I was wondering if you could write one where the reader is very shy and keeps to herself. But she is plus size and gets bullying for it. And Isaac, who likes her saves her from a bully. Thanks


Every day was the same. I would go to school and everyone would comment on my weight, making fun of the imperfections of my body. Everyone always said that I am a “fatty”. They would call me that and later they would have a conversation about how I “eat too much”. The thing is no one ever considered other reasons for my weight. I was in fact plus size but that didn’t mean that I was ugly. Maybe my butt is a bit bigger than them, my stomach a little chumpier, my breasts a little fuller, but I never understood why that made me less beautiful.
This was going on for years making me shy and distant from everything other girls my age did. Simple tasks for them were hard for me. For example ever since Scott, my childhood best friend, turned into a werewolf his life changed drastically. He became one of the most famous boys in our grade and maybe the entire school. But me on the other hand, I was the fat ass bitch that “he pittied to much to stop hanging out with her”.  Scott maded some new friends as well. Lydia, the most beautiful girl in Beacon Hills, became his-our friend, her best friend Alisson was dating him. And then, there was Isaac Lahey. A boy so distant from the world that over night became one of the most attractive boys in school, making me fall for him. Hard!Isaac was actually a very nice boy. He would constantly give me small compliments, making me blush and giggle at how gorgeous he was. But it didn’t help at all.
The bullying was still there and everyone would keep on telling me what I had to “fix”. Besides Scott and Stiles, my two childhood best friends, no one knew about it. Scott would always try to help but ever since he became a true alpha he seems to have less and less time for me, making me distance myself ever more.
That was until today. I was walking down the halls towards my locker, after school was over, to pick up some books I needed for homework and get rid of anything extra. The school was almost empty and I thought no one would take notice of me, but, boy, was I wrong. While leaving behind all the extra weight of the books I didn’t need for tomorrow the two people that always kept on bullying me came around. It was one of the schools most annoying girl with her boyfriend.
“ Wow, the fat bitch can lift weights!” She said and I looked down. “What happened? Did the cat take your tongue?” She said and I tried to walk past them but she just slapped my face and continued to insult me. Suddently the girl was pulled away from me and send across the hallway from a figure I couldn’t really make out due to my new forming tears. “Never- NEVER- talk to her like that. And never-EVER- lay a hand on her ever again in your life. If you do, she will be the last person you see in your life.” The figure threatened turned around to take a fast glance at me. “And that is a promise!” He said, his voice softening. His hand quickly found their way to pick me up as they later stopped at my waist. “I will protect you for ever,” he said. “I promise.” And with that his lips found mine making me forget of every worry I ever had.

anonymous asked:

YOU WANT AN ANGST REQUEST!? I'LL GIVE YOU ONE!? READER LISTENS TO SOMETHING THAT MIGHT BE INTERPRETED AS CHEATING BUT IT REALLY WASN'T!? BUT SHE JUST DOESN'T COME BACK OR SOMETHING? LIKE SHE LEAVES AND (oh god i need to chil) eventually he finds her and explains? but like.. SUPER angsty at the beginning! with iwaizumi, oikawa or bokuto! you decide ^^

I tried to make this angsty, but it didn’t turn out like I hoped, lol.

I’m just gonna write for Iwaizumi and Oikawa since it got kinda long, sorry!

Iwaizumi

You both are in adults in here

“Hey Hajime, how was your workout?” You greeted as he entered through the doors of your shared apartment. “Tough, I liked it.” He chuckled and you smiled at him from your spot on the couch. 

“You’re looking great babe~” You compliment as his ears turn red from the sudden praise. Looking away shyly, he thanks you before heading off to shower to remove all the sweat from his tired body.

Getting up onto your feet, you reach for Iwaizumi’s items he tossed on the floor earlier and brought them over towards the bedroom for him. As you were setting his stuff away or throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, his phone vibrated and you couldn’t help but peek over.

From: Hitomi

‘Great workout today! Can’t wait for tomorrow!’

Furrowing your brows, you looked at the name closer. “Hitomi? That’s a girl name.” You didn’t want to jump to conclusions right away because you knew Iwaizumi wouldn’t cheat on you, but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering.

A few minutes passed and you heard Iwaizumi exiting the bathroom, running over to the other side, you pretended not to have evidence of anything that had just happened. 

Walking into the room, he had a towel on his fresh shower hair and noticed his phone right away. As you watched him reply to the text, you decided to subtly ask.

“Oh, are you texting Oikawa?” Iwaizumi shook his head and set his phone down after he finished, “Nah, just a friend.” Nodding at him, you turned back around and continued to set his stuff away, “Oh.”

You knew it was bad to follow him to the gym, but you couldn’t help yourself after reading that text message. 

Walking into the gym, you hid behind a wall and watched as he approached a female, all suited in workout clothing, looking all nice and everything. Frowning with narrowed eyes, you watched as she gave him a hug before the two walked off to work out together. 

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, your eyes caught sight of them at the squatting station; ho he was positioned behind her while she stuck out that butt of hers. 

Furious, you exited the gym with clenched fists and instead of walking to the apartment, you took a detour to a different place.

“(Name), I’m home.” Iwaizumi called out as he took his shoes off at the door. He noticed that all the lights were off and no response was heard. “(Name)?”

Thinking that you might’ve fallen asleep or went out to run some errands, he took a shower and cooked a meal for himself, but after a few hours, you still weren’t back. 

He sent a text a few hours ago too, but you still didn’t reply. Dialing your number, he waited for you to pick up, but you didn’t. 

Now he was starting to get nervous.

The sun was setting and he had no information on where you were at. Putting matters into his own hands, he went out and looked for you. 

He checked at Oikawa’s place because for some reason you would always go there, but you weren’t this time. He checked at your favorite cafes or date locations, but you weren’t there either.

Finally, he found himself at the front gates of Aoba Johsai high school and noticed your figure standing there, looking over at the building. 

“(Name)!” Iwaizumi yelled running over to you. Looking over at him, he immediately pulled you into his chest, “Why didn’t you answer any of my calls or texts? I was so worried!” He scolded.

Letting out a sigh, you stepped back from him, “Can you be honest with me Hajime?” Raising a brow, he nodded, “Sure?”

“Are you cheating on me?” You asked, looking up at him, hands clenched beside you. Iwaizumi let out a confused chuckle, “No, why would you think that?”

“I saw your messages with that Hitomi girl and I saw the two of you at the gym, really close together.” You confessed, holding your hands tightly together as you looked down at the floor. 

“Hitomi? (Name), I’m a physical trainer and she just happens to be the girl I’m training. There’s nothing more between us.” Iwaizumi answers, crossing his arms. “Are you lying to me?” 

“No! Why would I? We’re dating (Name), you know that.” Sighing, you walk into his chest and wrap your arms around him, “I’m sorry Hajime. I keep doing this to you.” 

“I’m just glad you’re safe. Let’s head home and get you warmed up first.“

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Steal My Heart

Word Count: 1282

Summary: You’re a metahuman who can influence emotions. Did you influence Peter Parker, a long time crush, to like you or is it on his own accord?

Peter Parker is easily one of the most attractive guys in your school. You’re sure of it. And you’ve been sure of it since you were young.

Sadly, the world generally shames people who have crushes on their best friends. So, you knew that you had to bury your feelings deep within you. Very deep, to where no one would ever find them.

Of course, burying your feelings is usually tougher for you. You’re a metahuman who can influence other’s emotions. This means if you have… stronger feelings for someone, you unconsciously begin to influence their emotions. You can’t completely change someone’s feelings, but if they’re sad, you can gently remind them of good memories. If they’re angry, you can coax them to just being slightly upset. If they like you, you can make the fondness more intense.

Which is why you have to be careful. You have to make sure you live in a state of neutrality. If you get real angry, you could start a riot. If you get real sad… well you know what happens when people get depressed.

You knew from the beginning that Peter Parker was Spider-man. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. His voice is so unique that you’d be an idiot to not know. But you played dumb. Knowing that he was out there, risking his life for strangers and your city, only made your love for him grow.

Tonight is one of many study dates. It’s not weird to find yourself at Peter’s house, just lounging about. Aunt May, who loves you now, took forever to warm up to you. She once told Peter that something was off about you. But quickly realized she was wrong. With some minor help from yours truly. You only sped up the process of her liking you, it would’ve happened at some point in time.

You plop yourself down in his desk chair, biting your lower lip as you put your books on his desk. Time to learn maths, your personal favourite. You are thankful, though; it’s much easier to keep your emotions neutral or under control when you’re bored out of your mind than when you’re staring at a very cute boy… who’s perfect in everyway and you-

You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of the thoughts. “Ready, Peter?” You ask, turning your head to look at the boy who’s standing next to you.

You find his eyes already on your face, making a rose colour rise to your cheeks. Why would he be staring at you already? Damn, you’re probably influencing him…

He coughs slightly before nodding. “Y-yeah… maths. Your favourite, right?” He jokes before pulling up another chair, this one stolen from the dining table on your way in. He sets his own worksheet on the table, before grabbing a pencil and getting to work. He flies through the equations, stopping every now and then to think through the process before finishing it.

He’s on his 5th question just as you’re finishing your 2nd. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, speedster. I need a little help with the formula on this one.” You tell him, pointing to the 3rd question.

Peter nods, leaning in to look at the paper closer. Your breath catches slightly as you realize how close your faces are. You could just lean over to kiss him right then. Your eyes are anchored to his face, watching as his eyes scan the question before looking skyward to think. You love the fact that you can just tell what he’s thinking by looking at his eyes.

His eyes finally make their way to yours, locking onto them. It’s like was casted over him as he stares at you.

Pink converges onto your cheeks as he continues to stare. You both start to lean in at the same time, your lips brushing his before you remember. My power! You quickly get up from the chair, stepping back from him.

Peter stares up at you, his face blood red as he goes to explain. “I-I-I thought you liked me too, I’m sorry if I misread that!”

You shake your head, “No no no no no, it’s not you! I-It’s me! I… I just can’t kiss you…”You mumble, feeling shy as you go to play with your fingers.

You can just feel the confusing pulsing off him as he takes a step forward. “What… what do you mean, you can’t kiss me?” He asks, confusion in every word.

You shrug, biting your lip. “I can’t tell you. Just please believe me.” You take a step to the side, it’s like you and Peter are going around each other. Resembling fighters in the ring.

He quietly shuts his door, so Aunt May can’t hear. “(Y/N), you can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, his voice a quiet whisper as he takes another step towards you, holding out his hands.

You look anywhere but at him, contemplating if you can actually tell him. “Okay… I’m only going to tell you, because I know you’re Spider-man.” You tell him, your voice low.

“W-What??? Noooo, I am not… who??” Peter says, trying to play it cool as his voice goes higher. You roll your eyes and give a small, halfhearted, chuckle.

“I wanted you to tell me when the time is right, but that’s not important, okay? You cannot tell anyone. You have to promise me that.” You put stress on ‘any’, making the most serious and straight face you’ve ever made in your life.

He nods, his lips pressing together.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay, so I have a power. It’s not cool like Wanda’s or fun like yours…. It’s lame and it really interfers with my life. But I can influence people’s emotions?” You tell him, making the last phrase sound like a question.

He looks shell shocked as his mouth opens. Before he can say anything, you start talking again. “Which is why I can’t kiss you. I have no idea if you actually like me, or if I’m just influencing you to like me because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met and I think it’s love. I can make people’s fondness for me more intense, almost? Like turning likeness into love and just a general friendship likeness into something more. I don’t know I’m doing it, I swear!” You rant, trying to tell him everything about your power before he freaks out.

He slowly starts to smile, before laughing. “(Y/N), you really think that you made me feel the way I do? No, there’s no way. There’s no way the way my stomach flips when I see you out of the corner of my eye is your influence. Or the way I can’t see to be able to talk when you’re around. Or how you still look cute in sweatpants and I can’t seem to catch my breath when you look at me. None of that is your doing. I’m in love with you and falling deeper every day. That’s not you.” He whispers, stepping closer and putting his hands on your cheeks. You close your eyes and lean into the warmth, his words settling your fears.

“So, will you please shut up and just kiss me…?” He asks, his voice hoarse and you smile. Opening your eyes to look into his sparkling brown ones. There’s a small smirk on his face, a confidence that you’ve never seen before. You nod before closing your eyes once again. This time, you lean in all the way.

“Peter Park, you steal my heart every day…” You whisper, your lips brushing his with every word.

BadBoy!Luke || part 1

“Something about the bad boys is just so intriguing”

Originally posted by zhye-caslay

The halls were filled with students talking and laughing about what they did last weekend. The talk about the years largest party was the biggest topic nowadays. Everyone and their mothers were getting ready, well not literally. Everyone was already picking out there much to showy outfits and their way to dark shade of lipstick. All the boys were stocking up on condoms to fill their horny teenage needs. Students were calling people to try and hook themselves up with the nicest alcohol for the cheapest price they can get. This party only happens once a year, and everyone is invited. It doesn’t matter what friend group, or what ‘social class’ you tend to fall into. That’s why it’s such a big deal, the people who normally wouldn’t get invited can finally show up with no problem. They can step out of their comfort zone for the night and show off who they really are without the fear of being judged. Some see this night as the best thing, or a way of making large bank and getting completely trashed with the prize of getting laid at night. For you, it was just another party. You didn’t understand the big hype, probably because you were invited to every party. You didn’t tend to fall into any type of friend group, you were friends with everyone and vise versa. Everyone in school loved you, I guess you could say you were the typical nice girl. You couldn’t hurt a single soul, you always had a smile on your face and a hand to offer help. Of course you were going to the party, even though you weren’t super excited like everyone else you definitely weren’t missing it.

The loud hallway finally dimmed down and lower class men scurried out of the the middle. Everyone kept their mouths shut and turned their glances to face the 4 boys taking long strides down the hall. You shut your locker hugging your texts books to your chest also turning to look at the most attractive boys in the school walk down the hall. You weren’t much on naming people’s friend groups, but they had a specific group. They were the bad boys, they drank till they couldn’t see straight. They’ve had sex with almost every girl in the school, but never held a solid conversation with any of them. You’ve never seen them smile, nor talk to anyone but to each other.

You watched them stride pass you specifically taking a look at Luke Hemmings, his eyes met yours for a solid few seconds before you looked away and walked behind them trying to get to your next class. You’d be lying if you’ve never thought about talking to Luke, or dating him. But you knew that would never happen, like before he’s more of a fling type of person. You weren’t even sure if he could hold a relationship to save his life. You couldn’t help but overhear their conversation as you were awkwardly trailing behind the 4 boys.

“I think I’m going to try and get with Samantha at the party” Michael lowly chucked clapping his hands together happily. “What about you mate”

“Probably Kristi, or Taylor haven’t thought as much about it as I should” Calum admitted, looking over at Luke. “What about you Luke, we all know you can get a girl to drop her panties in a second” he laughed patting Luke on the shoulder. You cringed at his words disgust taking over your face.

“I’ve got my eyes set” was all he said before turning into the same class you were heading too and leaving the other boys to walk by themselves to their own classes. You couldn’t help but be curious as to who Luke was going to try and get with at the big party in 3 days.

You sat in your seat which happened to be directly next to Luke. You felt awkward so you grabbed your notebook and opened to a random page doodling as you bit your lip in concentration out of habit. What you didn’t know was that Luke was watching you the entire time, he was watching as your eyes scanned over the drawing you sketched in 5 minutes. He watched you gnaw on the end of your pencil but quickly taking it out to lick your lips. His mind instantly wondered what your lips felt like, what they tasted like. He didn’t look at you like all the other girls, he saw you as innocent, so sweet and innocent. So vulnerable yet so sexy. He refused to let his mind wonder to what you would be like in bed because that wasn’t the first thing that popped into his mind when he saw you, surprisingly.

All the other girls he could care less about, he didn’t care if he left them disappointed the morning after. He didn’t care if he insulted them, or if anyone for that matter did. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if he ever heard someone insult or be mean to you. You never realized but Luke always admired your beauty and humbleness from afar. He realized the small things that even you didn’t, he saw the way boys looked at you with pure lust in their eyes. His blood boiled as he watched you walking past a group of boys who’s eyes ranked your body like you were a piece of meat. The only thing that calmed him was that you didn’t give them the light of day.

Of course Luke never realized that you would catch small glances of him whenever you could, he didn’t realized that you wondered what his lip ring would feel like against your soft lips. He didn’t know that every time a girl would brag about having sex with you, a pang of jealousy rushed over you. It’s kinda funny how the both of you want eachother so badly, but neither of you know it.

Luke continued to watch you fidget in your seat nervously and look around the room anxiously. He couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong or what was lingering though your pure mind. He couldn’t help but with he would be able to whisper to you that everything would be okay and kiss you softly to reassure your nerves. He knew he had to stay away from you, for your own good. He was too broken himself for someone as sweet and innocent as you.

You felt Luke’s eyes looking at you, so you slowly looked over at him once again meeting his ice cold blue eyes. His gaze sent chills down your spine. You noticed him tug at his bottom lip, pulling his lip ring into his mouth and gnawing on the skin turning you on ever so slightly. You kept your gaze on him, almost like a staring contest but he broke it. Just as you were about to speak up and ask him something a boy who looked familiar walked over to you.

“Hey (y/n)” he smirked.

“hi!” you smiled up at him cheerfully. Luke was again watching the two of you intensely. You soon recognized the boy to be Brad, a fellow class man of yours. “what’s up?”

“You’re going to the big party Friday night right?” His eyes darkened as his smirk grew more evident. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion at the deep tone of his voice. You didn’t even notice the way his eyes were looking at you, but Luke surely did and he didn’t like it.

“Yeah of course” you kept your voice happy and tried to steer away from showing your confusion.

“Maybe we can get to know each other, you know.. other than talking” Your heart stopped and you laughed awkwardly looking anywhere but him.

“Um haha, yeah” your hand reached up to scratch the back of your head. You kept your eyes on anything but Brad slowly feeling more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed. Luke’s muscles tensed and he clenched his jaw tight. It was slowly killing him, the thought of that bastards hands all over your precious body. The thought made him see red, it was taking everything in him to not blow up bash Brads head into the desk. He hands gripped the side of the desk tightly.

“Great, I can’t wait too see what you feel like” At this point Luke has had enough he stood up, his grip still on the desk. His breath was uneasy and heavy. With all of his force he flipped the desk causing you to jump and everyone else to shriek. Luke’s eyes narrowed on you and Brad. You looked up at him in confusion, your eyes wide. Luke’s eyes met your and his anger calmed slightly but soon came back at the thought of you in bed with Brad. Luke wanted to punch someone, he didn’t care who at this point his anger was to high. He knew he couldn’t scare you so he grabbed his bag and stormed out of the classroom.

He needed relief, he needed something to calm him down. As disgusting and wrong as it is, he saw the nearest girl.

“Bathroom now” eyes filled with anger and lust. The girl smirked and followed him.

The thing was he didn’t want relief this way, he wanted you to calm him down with innocent kisses and hugs.

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 |

Christmas Magic

Overview: Sirius Black has always been a pain in the ass. But it’s only a week until Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, and Y/N doesn’t have a date. James thinks he can fix that. (Young!Sirius x Reader)

Word Count: 682

Warning(s): None I’m pretty sure?


           When Y/N walked up to James on a rather breezy, Wednesday morning and asked him to tutor her in Herbology, she was confident he would say yes. They helped each other out quite a bit; she tutored him in Charms, he helped her with Transfiguration. She would revise his potions essays and he gave her Quidditch tips. Their friendship was very give and take.

           She never expected James to just flat out reject her.
           “What?” She said with a laugh. She thought he was joking.
           “No.”
           “C’mon, Prongs -”
           “Ask Sirius.”
           There was an all-too familiar, mischievous smirk tugging at the bespectacled boy’s lips. He was planning something – Y/N could just tell. Between that stupid grin and the way he was leaning back in the armchair by the fire, arms crossed, chin up, eyes just glistening with trouble, you could just tell.
           With a very dry, unamused tone, Y/N replied, “ha ha.”

           James looked up at her and just blinked. “What’s so funny, Y/N dear?”
           “What’s funny is that you think I’d be able to spend more than three seconds alone with that git.”
           Her best friend smiled. “I’ll tell him to meet you in the library after lunch.”


           So there she was. It was a little after noon, and Y/N and Sirius were studying in the library. The two of them were seated all of the way in the back corner of the room, for Y/N was not happy about having Sirius as her tutor.
           Y/N was currently in the middle of writing something down, so the two of them had fallen into one of many uncomfortable silences. She was scribbling away about the puss that comes out of mimbulus mimbletonia when Sirius spoke and interrupted her train of thought.
           “You’re cute when you’re concentrating.”
           Y/N looked up from her essay and threw a crumpled up piece of parchment at him. “Piss off.”
           “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
           “God dammit Black -”
           “You’re really bad at taking compliments, did you know that?”
           Y/N didn’t say anything, and went back to writing her essay. She could feel Sirius’ eyes burning holes through her as he watched her work. Her cheeks heated up involuntarily at the action. She didn’t like people staring at her.
           “Do you know what I think?”
           Sirius’ voice was at a whisper, his chin in his hands.
           Y/N sighed, slamming her quill down in exasperation. “What do you think, Black?”
           “I think,” he was flashing her one of his famous, damn attractive smirks, “you’re stressed.”
           “I am stressed,” she said with a groan. “I’m stressed because I don’t know anything about these bloody plants, and you’re not doing anything to help me because you’re just sitting there staring at me like an idiot!”
           “That’s not why you’re stressed, dummy.”
           “Look -”
           “You don’t have a date for Slughorn’s Christmas party.”
           Y/N’s eyes darkened, but she couldn’t help the red colour that tinted her cheeks. “Why do you care?”
           The boy shrugged, and leaned back in his seat. “I don’t. But you want to pass Herbology.”
           “What the hell does that have to do with -”
           “I’ll help you – actually help you, if you let me accompany you to Slughorn’s party.”
           The laugh that Y/N emitted was loud enough that Madam Pince stuck her head out from behind a bookshelf and shushed her – her brown eyes looking as if they could kill for her outburst.
           “Sorry,” Y/N mumbled, quickly avoiding the lady’s glance. “Black, you’re seriously mental.”
           “Come on. We’ll have a good time. You can’t deny; we’d be the most attractive couple this damn school has ever seen.”
           More silence fell between them, and Y/N was surprised to find that she was actually contemplating his offer.
           “You’ll tutor me for real?”
           “Whenever you need.”
           Y/N threw her head back, a long, frustrated groan escaping her lips. Sirius was smiling now, for he knew she had made up her mind.
           “Fine … but if you even think about kissing me -”
           “Hey – you never know what kind of Christmas magic will be in the air that night, darlin’.”

Toxic — Part 2

Originally posted by ninetiesdarling

here’s part 2! please enjoy and give me any constructive criticism (but be nice pls thanks)


That night my parents and I ate dinner together. After, my mom wanted to watch the news, so I did the dishes. When I was done, I walked into the living room, wiping my hands on my jeans.

My dad was sprawled on the couch with my mom resting on his chest. I smiled. After all these years, my parents still were as in love as they’d been as teenagers. Then the news story caught my attention.

“Police discovered the bodies about an hour ago.” The reporter said, his forehead creased. “Let’s have a look at the pictures, but please be aware, they are graphic.”

Then the screen changed, showing three men lying in an alley. My mom gasped at the blood that was everywhere. I studied them, my eyes widening. The men had been beaten so badly that I wondered how they’d identify them. There was blood splattered everywhere on the alley walls. Then I sucked in a breath, my hands clapping over my mouth.

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anonymous asked:

all these trans hcs are making my fucking trans dude heart sing but im also crying can i get uhh trans whizzer hcs please

of course, and this will be my last ask of the night :))

-You’ve never met anyone more confident than my man, Whizzer Brown. He does all the stage makeup for the school musicals, and this ignorant little freshman asshole was like “You only know how to do makeup because you’re a girl.”

-Whizzer, as he was helping her with her eyeliner, said “Listen, baby bitch, boys can do makeup too. I bet twenty bucks you watch James Charles. He’s not one of those boys. Me, however… I’m fucking talented.”

-”Just because I’m looking super fucking cute doesn’t make me any less of a boy.” And so when Cordelia makes him flower crowns, you bet that boy wears flower crowns. 

-Same freshman asshole before told him that only girls know how to dress so well. He looked her right in the face and said “I dress well because I’m gay and I pay attention. Maybe it’s time for you to pay attention. Name’s Whizzer. I’m a boy. Nice to meet you. Suck my dick.”

-”Marv, how’s it feel to be dating the most attractive man in school? That’s me, Marv. I’m the most attractive. You’re like number five.”

-Whizzer is so confident in himself because he has to be to get people to take him seriously. So he plays the part well. I love my boy Whizzer.

“Flicker” song that sums up your relationship… (trio era)

In honor of one of my favorite people ever releasing his solo album last week I figured this would be a cute little preference… Flicker is an amazing album don’t undermine it because Niall was in one direction… I’m just testing the water with this one and did it for Neville, Ron, Harry and Draco. Feel free to send me requests for anything!

Draco: “Flicker”

Then I think of the start, And it echoes a spark, And I remember the magic electricity, Then I look in my heart, There’s a light in the dark, Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me, That I wanna keep, Please don’t leave…

With sixth year slowly progressing you had noticed your boyfriend had been getting more and more diastant. Draco would avoid not only you, but everyone at almost all costs. It seemed the only time you were able to truly spend with your boyfriend was the late nights in his dorm. Even then he still seems distant, conversations were short. And for the most part It was quiet, eerie almost. Draco always seemed to hold you so tightly like if he let go you would slip away. As the year went on he slowly started to open up to you about everything that was going on. About his father, about the dark lord, and about his task. He thought you would leave, but you didn’t. And the night he showed up late in the commons room and pulled up his sleeve to reveal the new mark that called his arm home he held you even tighter. He was scared to death that you would leave him for real in that moment. Over the past year you had become his last small spark of hope and if you were to slip out of his grasp then he wouldn’t have a reason to live anymore. Eventually Draco learned you loved him for who he was and not the trials he faced and managed to turn the light back on in his life after the war ended. Sure it was still though be he knew you would always be there to be his ‘Flicker of hope’ in the darkest times. He would always have you to count on, to love, to hold, and to call his own.

Harry: “You And Me”

Cause we’re two kids, Trying to start a fight, No matter where we go, Yeah, we’ll be alright, All I’m asking for, A bit of patience, please, ‘Cause I know what’s to come, And it’s coming for you and me

Fifth year was rough for both you and Harry to say the least. Following in your parents footsteps and joing the Order would lead you to new friendships and a new experiences, but you never thought it would lead you to a relationship with Harry. After running into the boy one night at headquarters he wanted to chat with you a bit more, he always knew you were in his year but never really found the time to talk to you. And with the Dark Lord rising again there wasn’t really much time for introductions. It wasn’t was a spurr of the moment decision when the two of you started dating. Over the course of the first half of fifth year you and Harry began getting closer and closer. One night at a Gryffindor after party you were playing with a bit of truth serum that the twins had given Ron before the left for school that year. And after a particularly large dose it had slipped past Harry’s lips that he had feelings for you. After dismissing himself from the game before you could respond. you quickly followed Harry who was nervously pacing in the hallway outside the commons room. “I love you, I really do, just you don’t know what we’re getting into. Neither do I. I don’t know what we are right now to each other but I do known we need time. And you need to understand what you’re getting yourself into.” You would sigh before hugging him. “I know what I’m getting into Harry, and we’re in this together.”

Ron: “On My Own”

Everybody’s got somebody, I just wanna be alone, Well, I don’t need no one, Have too much fun, Out here on my own

You and Ron both were wild and free for quite some time, happily getting on with no significant other while all your friends were getting tied up in a relationship. Nothing happened between the two of you until his brother’s wedding, it wasn’t a hidden fact that you and Ron were incredibly close, but it also wasn’t a hidden fact that you and Ron were happily single. With the two of you being the only ones without a dance partner for the night it was only polite you would dance with each other. Once a slow song came on the two of you awkwardly glided around the dance floor, smiling and stumbling as you went. No one expected Ron to fall for the girl he had known for years who had made it clear she was happy on her own. But no one had expected that same girl to fall for the boy was happily on his own. At the end of the song Ron let his mind get the best of him and he learned in and quickly kissed you, you pulled back shocked but not before breaking out into a smile. He looked relived as you hugged him tightly. “Who would have though the two loners would end up together?”

Neville: “Seeing Blind”

I have seen, seen it all in paper dreams, Watched it unfold on the screen, But I never understood, I have heard, have heard you speak a million words, Now you’re talking to me first, I never thought you would

Neville was the quiet boy in all of your classes while you were the loud and bubbly social butterfly. He had read stories about the shy guy getting the popular girl but he never though he had any shot with you. He had watched as some of the most attractive boys in the school asked you on countless dates but the answer was always no, and it almost always confused him. Why would someone like you turn down someone who you would look amazing with? He didn’t realize why you had said no so many times until you approached him late one night in the library. You had spoken a soft “Hi Neville,” and at first he didn’t answer, confused as to if you were speaking to him or not. “Neville?” Oh you were talking to him. And you looked nervous? He had to be dreaming. He gave you a soft smile and greeted you asking if you wanted to sit. You dropped your bag and sat in front of him nervously playing with your fingers. “Umm I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” He looked up shocked “me?” You smiled laughing. “Yes you Neville! You’re amazing and Merlin I’m an idiot!” He laughed lightly before nodding, “Alright, Hogsmeade sounds good.” And all he could ask himself was how he got you all to himself after that night.

the signs in a high-school comedy movie

Aries: The rugby player guy; the most popular guy in the school

Taurus: The fat friend (who isn’t actually fat) of the most popular girl in school; always talking about food and diets  

Gemini: The hot cheerleader girl who’s in love with the most attractive guy in school and hates the blond popular girl (they’re rivals)

Cancer: Pisces’ mother, Capricorn’s wife

Leo: Aries’ father, forces his son to be the best in everything

Virgo: The strict headmaster of the school

Libra: One of the nerd kids, studies a lot and watches porn, Scorpio’s friend

Scorpio: The loser but cute guy who ends up with the most popular blonde girl in school

Sagittarius: The hot girl who smokes cigarettes, uses drugs and likes to fuck a lot

Capricorn: Pisces’ father, the richest and most over-protective parent who doesn’t let his daughter have a bf

Aquarius: The sport teacher

Pisces: The blonde popular innocent girl