Pinch Me

Peter Parker x Reader

This story is part 2 of Detention. Part 1 can be found here! They can be read independently or as a series.

Words: 723
Plot: The reader asks Peter to help her study. Ned is such a pure third wheel. Everything is fluffy.
A/N: My most successful fic ever is back with a glorious part 2. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it; if you do let me know.

Originally posted by koenigreus

The cafeteria was bustling as Peter took a bite out of his apple, his chin resting on his palm. Beside him, Ned was flipping through a comic book; yawning slightly as he rubbed at his eyes.
“There’s no justice in the world” Ned groaned, thumping his forehead onto the plastic table with a loud thud. Peter was used to his friend freaking out over the most minor comic book related subplot - today didn’t seem like an exception.
“Ned, it’s…just a comic book” Peter muttered, rolling his apple between his palms as he stared at his friend, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Ned made a muffled sigh, resting his fists on the table.
“Peter, here we are, two cool, handsome guys-”
“Don’t say it”
Ned looked up, leaning in.
“-One of who is the Spider-Man-” he loudly whispered.
Peter groaned.
“-And we’re alone at lunch for the billionth time this year”.
It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t noticed they were social pariahs. Even after Flash had laid off a little - and it really was only a little - he was still Penis Parker. 
Still nobody.
“Yeah, but come on, what do you want me to do about it?” Peter hissed “you want me to tell everyone in this school that I’m Spid-”

“Hi Peter” (y/n) interjected, sending Peter’s heart racing as she slid into the bench opposite them. Ned looked visibly stunned, his mouth hanging open as he looked her up and down; the sheer shock of having a girl come and sit with them tangible.
Not just any girl. An awesome, pretty girl.
She was just as stunning to Peter now as the first day they’d met in detention; they’d spoken a few times since, but it had almost always been in passing.
Now, with strands of hair falling from her bun and jacket tucked under her arm; she was angelic.
What are you guys conspiring about?” she chuckled, placing her tray onto the table and picking at a fluffy piece of bread.
“Nothing!” Ned and Peter both hurriedly said at the same time, heat flushing to Peter’s face as he realised how suspicious they sounded.
“I was…” Peter started, motioning with his eyes to Ned.
“He was…we were talking about the physics exam. Next week”.
(y/n) raised her brow suspiciously, putting a piece of bread into her mouth and swallowing.
“I’m glad you brought that up, actually” she breathed, a light blush forming across her nose as she looked down awkwardly, avoiding Peter’s gaze. He realised he had been staring at her, unblinking, like an absolute idiot as she ate bread.
Real creepy.
“I’ve actually been having some trouble with vectors and-” she started.
“Peter can help!” Ned cried out with enthusiasm, looking at Peter breathlessly “he’s good at…those”.
Peter’s mouth dropped open as he felt his hands get all clammy.
“Uh…yeah. I mean if you want I can help you with revision. I’ve got some pretty good textbooks at my place…” Peter started, tapping his hands against the underside of the table awkwardly.
“That’d be great actually. Tonight?” (y/n) breathed, a smile growing across her face.
“Yeah, sure. That’d be cool” Peter swallowed, excitement bubbling in his chest.
“Awesome. You can just text me the address - is 6 okay?”
Was this actually happening, or was Peter imagining it?
He looked over at Ned who looked like he was about to faint, steadying himself on the table in shock.
“6 is…I mean, 6 is great!”.
“Awesome. Well, I’ve gotta go” she motioned towards a table in the far corner where a group of other kids were busting around, one of the girls motioning for her to come and sit with them “but I’ll see you then, Peter. See you round, Ned” she smiled, picking up her tray and swinging her backpack over her shoulder.

Ned and Peter both watched her leave, eyes wide.
“Holy shit” Ned breathed “Holy shit”.
Peter felt the grin spreading across his face; uncontrollably wide until it hurt.
“Pinch me” he said joyfully as he and Ned went for the highest of fives.


The bus ride home was probably the most nervous and excited Peter had ever been. His headphones jammed in, thumb stroking the metal pole with nerves; he knew tonight was Peter Parker’s turn to be the dashing hero.

A/N: Part 3 coming soon to a fanfic blog near you

10 | Tomorrow




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Sweat beaded your forehead as you ran through the sea of people flooding the airport, your breathing was erratic and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Your heart hammered angrily against your chest, where was he? There you were, willing to drop your life for him and he didn’t have the decency to even answer the phone the 14 times you’d called.

Close to giving up your eyes wandered the busy scene desperately once more, much to your surprise you saw a tall, broad figure wearing all black holding what looked like to be a Louis Vuitton luggage bag. Your Louis Vuitton luggage bag. That had to be him. You ran up to the man who was speedily walking away, his wide strides almost impossible for you to catch up with.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, earning a stare from a dozen pairs of nosey eyes in the process.

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zoetekohana  asked:

“Just stay with me.” for Jonsa?

a/n: this was supposed to be a short drabble. haha. that didn’t happen. this is all on you, Zoe! i hope you like it :)

very first contribution to the ship and the fandom. also, completely show!verse.

send me a prompt

Jon should have seen this coming. Really. However, with everything that has happened these past few months… Gods be good.

She’d seemed to be alright at Castle Black – well, as alright as one can be after escaping a monster like Ramsay. And oh, how he’d longed to beat him to death, not only for little Rickon but for Sansa – sweet Sansa, who’d done nothing to deserve such a fate.


No, that life had not been his to take, as much as he’d wished it. As much as he’d craved it - Sansa had deserved closure.

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apicturewithasmile  asked:

wait fjfngag what did I miss??? YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? Is it the cute girl you've been mentioning here and there? I'M GONE FOR ONE WEEK AND APPARENTLY I MISSED BIG NEWS?!?!? I'm so happy for you omg!!!! yaaasss!!!

we’ve been “”hanging out”” for a little while now, and she fell at last under the weight of my irresistible charm

and also I’m going overseas for a month very soon so she had to bring up - like. what happens while you’re gone?? is this a thing?? are we?? 

we are.

Anacaona | Léogâne, Haiti (1474-1503) was a Taíno cacica (chief), born into a family of chiefs, and sister of Bohechío, chief of Jaragua. Her husband was Caonabo, chief of the nearby territory of Maguana. Her brother and her husband were two of the five highest caciques who ruled the island of Kiskeya (now called Haiti and Dominican Republic) when the Spaniards settled there in 1492. She was celebrated as a composer of ballads and narrative poems, called areítos. #haiti #kiskeya #quisqueya #bohio #anacaona #goldenflower #areitos #jaragua #taino #cacica #haitian #haitianwomen #haitianhistory #leogane


Beckham Boy pt.3 *Cristiano Ronaldo X Brooklyn Beckham imagine*


The ride to the restaurant wasn’t long, and when we got their Pai and David left us to settle the table and stuff. “Is this place good?” Brooklyn asked as we sat down waiting

I nodded, “It’s one of my favorite places to go” I said smiling

He nodded, “Alright kids, let’s go this way” David said

We all stood up and followed, and when we were seated coincidentally Brooklyn and I were seated next to each other with Junior on my left while David and Pai talked about something that I didn’t pay to much attention to. “So is this place good?” Brooklyn asked

I nodded, “We come here everynow and then with other friends and family” I told him

He nodded, “Do you have an instagram by chance?” He asked

My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “I don’t” 

Pai chuckled, “You don’t have an instagram Y/N?” He said

I looked up from the menu and gave Pai a look, “I wish I did but I don’t have time for one” I said

Junior looked confused, “But irma, don’t you go on instagram to see-” 

I didn’t let Junior finish his sentence because I placed my hand over his mouth, “So you have one?” Brooklyn asked amused

I sighed, “Not technically” I lied

Both Pai and David chuckled, “We’re going to be right back, Junior do you want to go to the shop with us?”Pai asked

I looked up at him, “You’re going to the shop right now?” 

He nodded, “I have to get your Avo’s gift before we leave so I might as well do it now” He said as him, Junior and David walked over to the shop leaving Brooklyn and I facing each other at the table. 

“So, what’s England like?” I asked 

“Well it’s nice the moments I’m there” He said

I nodded, “That’s true weren’t you somewhere in Africa with your Mom the other day?”I said

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow, giving me an amused look, “How’d you know I was in Africa?” He asked

I chuckled, “It was online” I lied

Brooklyn nodded, and we continued our conversation. Talking about random things until Pai and David had gotten back, and even then the conversation didn’t seem to end. And to be honest it was just like how I imagined talking to him would go, he’s so smart, and handsome, and nice and honest. 

When we finished eating Pai decided we should go to the arcade that was a little ways down while he showed David somethings that had changed since he left Madrid. As soon as we got to the arcade, we played the basketball game where we had to shoot it under a minute. 

“Isn’t that Brooklyn and Y/N” Someone said from behind us

We didn’t turn around, and tried to focus on the game and task at hand. “You know what I think that is, but wait it doesn’t make sense” They said

And right when they finished was when I shot the last ball right as the time ran out and got the highest score. We both high-fived, and heard something go off in the background. When we looked, it was the two people who were talking earlier they took a photo and stared at us. “WOAH GUYS ITS BROOKLYN BECKHAM AND Y/N RONALDO!”They yelled out loud

Brooklyn and I looked at each other before he grabbed my hand and we booked it as an entire group of people began coming towards us. To be honest I was freaking out at the fact that Brooklyn and I the whole day had been in such a close proximity and now add onto the fact that we’re holding hands. Yeah you could say I was so happy that I could die right now and not have a problem with it. 

As Brooklyn and I ran we saw an alley and ducked into it. We heard the stomping of the people from the arcade, and Brooklyn moved closer covering me with his body. I didn’t dare breathe, and I have no idea why I didn’t, but when he backed up a little I did. 

He chuckled, “You run pretty fast” He said

I sighed, “Well I do track, and Pai runs a lot” I said 

He nodded, “Explains it” 

We stayed like that in the close proximity for a little bit, until he chuckled and stepped back. “Sorry” He said

“You’re fine seriously”


requested by anon

“See?” You smirked as Joey and Barney’s eyes fell on the group of people in your living room.

Joey’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out who these people were, as Barney gasped loudly, “Oooh!” Joey gaped, “That’s the-”

“Avengers. I told you I worked for them.” You laughed.

“I request the highest of fives.” Barney beamed, holding his hand up.

Remus Lupin/ #4

Request from a lovely anonymous, even if it’s a tad bit cheesy. 

 It was Friday night and Remus had had the honorable foresight to decline the boy’s invitations and pleads for a couple pints down in the forest which always lead to Sirius stripping down and substituting a stripper pole for an innocent tree sapling and besides, they were enough trouble hungover and Remus had the highest tolerance of them all. 

Five shots in, Peter would be completely pissed and Remus could still walk in a straight line, frustrated because he had to drink twice as much as anyone else to have a good time. 

 Drinking was boring he’d concluded. 

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i could get all gushy and reflective about the past five years i’ve been reading homestuck and the experiences i’ve had through it (and how things have changed over the years, like having to do this drawing over 3 days instead of a during single evening back in the day, because i’ve become a Real Adult with a Job) but i think i’ll just stick with saying, thanks for the memories, andrew hussie (and friends)! looking forward to the next adventure :B

The First Annual Tumblr Sso Awards

Server?: NA Frost Valley

When?: April 29th, 2017

Time?: 6pm EST, 5pm CST, 4pm MST, and 3pm PST

Where?: Moorland South Beach

Who?: Anyone!! Bring your friends to come watch!

How Long?: About 1-2 hours; if you don’t make it, I’ll be posting who won what awards here on my blog so you will know!


Welcome everyone to the first annual Sso Tumblr Awards Dinner! This will be a yearly event and it will happen about the same time every year. And I am currently working on making a vote page so we can all vote on who should win what. If u want to nominate anyone for an award, PM me!!


Here are the awards that will be awarded:

Tumblr Leader of the Year • Certified Smile Maker • Leading by Example • Mountain Mover • Top Team • Behind the Scenes Award • Pat on the Back Award • Helping Hand Award • Responsibility Award • Mission Possible Award • Energizer Bunny Award • Top Racer • Volunteer of the Year • Outstanding Achievement • WOW Award • High Five Award • World Changer Award • Calmer of Storms Award • Highest of High Fives Award • Key Contributer Award • Most Spirited Award • Amazing Artist Award • Fashionista Award • Comedian Award • Most Creative Award • Sportsmanship Award • Punny Award • Bussy Bee Award • Lock Ness Award • Best Mom Award –> So if u guys want to nominate anyone in the community for any of the awards, pleaseee PM me ASAP!! I hope to see u all there!

can u imagine

- Got7 wolfing down Jin’s cooking
- Jackson/Mark helping them w cantonese/mandarin
- Tae and Jimin and Hobi enthusiastically teaching them satoori in return
- Mark and Jimin talking flips and acrobatics and making up new ones
- Yugyeom and Hobi exchanging dance tips
- JB and Namjoon understanding each other’s pain on such a level that their auras sync up
- Hobi feeling like he finally belongs surrounded by a group potentially even louder than him
- Jin and Jinyoung singing impromptu ballads they like
- Bambam requesting the highest of fives bc all of them are so sexy that people are gonna drop dead at the mamas
- Jackson greeting Namjoon with a hug and “dON’T DISS”
- Youngjae singing something and all vocal lines harmonizing as if by magic
- Yoongi making cheesy puns and finally feeling appreciated when Got7 screeches and his own squad just rolls their eyes
- Sending the maknaes on coffee runs who might return with a couple of salty americanos
- Jamming the hell out of their favorite songs at the top of their lungs
- Actually practicing and hip thrusting while making eye contact in the mirror and trying not to giggle

I love got bts


I graduated high school two days ago. I graduated high school with highest honors, awards and scholarships. Five years ago, I was in the hospital awaiting brain surgery. Five years ago I was incredibly depressed. Over the past four years, I have gone through so many moments wondering if I would ever make it to graduation. I doubted I would survive long enough to walk across that stage and on Sunday, I did it. I feel so blessed to have made it this far. To my besties who stuck with me these four years (who I unfortunately didn’t get any pictures with) @keeith @eloctromagnetic and @whatinthekpop I love you. I love you. I love you. Thank you so much for giving me the strength to keep going. To keep living. Even when you didn’t know you were doing just that. You all mean the world to me and I hope to be able to turn to you guys for love and support as the years progress and as we grow old. I value our friendship so much and I can’t wait to see you all doing great things. I did it, y’all. I did it. 

Cold Water (AJ Styles x Reader)

Context: Reader is AJ’s wife. She finds AJ upset and worried about his future and his career.  

**A/N: ** I came up with this while listening to the song “Cold Water” by Major Lazer (ft. Justin Bieber & MØ) and it gave me major AJ feels. I never wrote a fic like this before so if anyone wants to offer some suggestions for possible future fics, feel free! 

Also this was long overdue but finals week in college is upon me so I felt like I should post this now. 

**Tags: **@wwe-smutfics ; @llowkeys ; @the-geekgoddes ; @allgirlswrestlingclub  (I hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you!)

“Everybody gets high sometimes, you know

What else can we do when we’re feeling low?

So take a deep breath and let it go

You shouldn’t be drowning on your own….”

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Girl Meets Civil Rights

“Today’s lesson is going to talk about causes to fight for,” Mr. Mathews said that week, “we are so lucky that in today’s society people have the right to fight and protest for what they believe is best for the country. Can anyone name me some civil rights movements?”

“Black lives matter!” Zay called out and he and Lucas fist pumped.

“Feminism!” Riley called, Maya and her high fived.

“I, to, shall participate in this highest of fives ritual.” Smackle began, standing up. “I admire the work of Eleanore Roosevelt and-” Maya high fived her in the nose.

“All lives matter!” Everyone looked at Farkle. “What? All lives do.”

“Yes but-” Zay started.

“Maya do you have any to contribute? Because I can think of one more.” Mr. Matthews looked over at her knowingly.

“Feminism, I already said feminism, feminism is my movement, remember STEM and stuff and farkle being a sexist to Riley and-”

“Feminism is Riley’s movement. You participated in it but you aren’t as passionate about it,” Mr. Matthews directed at her, “which is why this week I want you all to write a report and present it, about a movement you’re passionate about.”



“Get out of here ya filthy animals!” He yelled as the bell rang and they all shuffled out.

“Mr. Matthews?” He turned around to see his favorite blonde student.

“I don’t have a movement I’m passionate about,” maya muttered.

“Everyone does, you’ll find it, just do a little research, and I’m sure your best friend here,” he gestured at Riley who was waiting by the door, “will be more than happy to help.”


“Rileyyyyyy! I don’t have a movement I’m passionate about,” Maya whined hanging over her best friend as they sat in the bay window.

“What about poverty?” Riley suggested shrugging, Maya gripped the front of her dress.

“You calling me poor sunshine?” The blonde demanded, Riley smiled big, and then hugged her.

“Yeah!” She called out and Maya groaned from beneath the hug.

“I’m not doing my report on poverty!” She said untangling herself from her… friend.

“Well how about arts education in schools?” Riley asked and Maya watched her get visibly excited.

“Okay, I guess,” the blonde shrugged. “I did do that whole presentation about it.”

“Yay!” Riley yelled pulling her into another hug.

“Hey guys, what are you talking about?” Topanga asked walking in.

“Our reports in history class,” Riley happily responded, scooting over to make room for her mom.

“Ooh! What are they about?” She asked rubbing her hands together.

“Movements we’re passionate about,” Maya told her and Topanga nodded.

“So Riley you’re doing yours on feminism,” her daughter nodded, “and Maya yours is on ga-”

“Arts education in schools,” the blonde cut in and Topanga looked utterly confused.

“Are you passionate about that?” She asked, her head tilting.

“Very, I did an entire presentation about it in front of the school board, remember?” Maya reminded her.

“Yeah like a year ago and-”

“Riley had hers like a year ago, why can’t I have mine a year ago? Why can’t I just be like everyone else?!” They both looked at her. “I’m gonna go work on it,” She bolted out the bay window.

“Am I missing something or…” Riley trailed off.

“Forget about it, she’ll figure it out.” Topanga responded.


“Welcome back ya filthy animals!” Mr. Matthews said to his class. Everyone groaned. “Alright alright, Lucas you’re presenting.”

“My movement is the anti bullying movement.” He said standing up and walking up to the front. “When I lived in Texas I bullied people because I thought I was protecting my friend, but as I look back I realize there’s no excuse for punching someone,” He paused, “And as I’ve gone through middle school and high school I’ve come to realize that more and more. I have friends who’ve been bullied,” he gestured to Riley and Farkle, “and my first inclination was always to get violent. Earlier this year I thought we were being bullied by some seniors, I wanted to hit them. My friends wanted to listen to them. In the end my friends were right.” He nodded at Maya and Riley now. “Every year over 3.2 million students are bullied, and that’s not right. No one should go to school and feel unsafe.” He stood up straighter now. “I’m going to do my part to stop bullying at this school, so the next time I see it I’ll intervene, peacefully, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll tell a teacher,” he nodded at Mr. Matthews, “and I hope we all will do the same.” Everyone clapped, especially Riley who wiped a tear from her eye.

“Oh bravo!” She yelled, “bravo!” Farkle and Smackle grimaced.

“Gross,” the muttered together.

“Okay!” Mr. Matthews called, “tomorrow we have Farkle and Zay, than Smackle and Riley, than last we’ll have Maya,” he looked up, “that okay?” They all nodded and the bell rang.

“Wait?” A kid in the back asked, “what about the rest of us?”

“Class is over get out of here!” He yelled. “Man what type of nerd stays and talks to a teacher?”


“So have you guys picked a movement yet?” Lucas asked the group at Topanga’s and nearly everyone nodded, Maya just looked nervous.

“I’m doing feminism!” Riley said sipping her pumpkin spice latte, she handed it to Maya who took a sip too, than smirked at Lucas.

“I’m doing research on an organization called Autism Speaks,” Smackle responded.

“That’s really cool Smackle.” Lucas smiled.

“OH MY GOD STOP HITTING ON ME! Farkle is right here!” She gestured at her boyfriend, whom she was currently sitting on the lap of.

“I’m doing the all lives matter movement,” Farkle said pushing his hair to the back like Justin Bieber. He didn’t notice everyone glaring.

“I’m doing Black Lives Matter,” Zay said through his teeth.

“Boy tomorrow will be so fun!” Maya smiled. “Well lookie here it’s tomorrow already!” She called from her seat in history class.

“Farkle you’re up.” Mr. Matthews called.

“My movement is all lives matter. This is important to me because all lives do matter. African Americans complain that they’re being shot by police officers, but the truth is what’s killing Americans today are not police officers, but heart disease. Which afflicts everyone, not just people of one color, which is why we need to stop looking at it through a black and white lense. THANK YOU I AM FARKLE!” He sat down and no one clapped.

“Sir?” Zay called.

“Please save us, I can see our ratings dropping already.” Mr. Matthews muttered.

“My movement is black lives matter. Because I believe that all lives matter, but all lives are not being targeted by the police, and systematically being shot for existing. All lives are not put in prison for either doing nothing, or just on small drug charges, all lives are not denied jobs, or in one case, that happened her in New York, denied the right to breathe. No, only one type of life is treated that way. We were brought here against our will, forced to do hard labour, and when we were finally freed we still were treated like dirt. All lives matter, but every time I go outside wearing a hoodie, every time I pass by a cop, I fear for my life. And when I’m in a store, or an airport, they all watch me like hawks, and that’s not because I have great style. It’s because I’m black, and racism is alive in America today, and that is what I fight against! And that is what I am passionate about!” He ended in a yell, everyone clapped loudly before people began cheering.

“I was wrong Zay.” Farkle said at last, “it pains me to say this, but you are smarter than me. I was really wrong.” And Zay smiles and nods.

“Bro hug man.” And they went in for the hug.


“Hey Maya!” Riley called the next day after she presented, “what’d ya think of my report? Feministastic? Girliful? Civilrightsy?”

“None of those were words honey,” Maya said and Riley shrugged. “Cmon it’s time for art,” she grabbed her friends hand and took off in a run.

“You’re nervous for your presentation, aren’t you?” Riley yelled knowingly as the blonde pulled her along.



“Okay Maya you’re up.” Mr. Matthews said.

“My movement is Arts education in schools.” She looked at her paper, “arts education is really important because-”

“Maya?” Mr. Matthews asked, “are you passionate about this?”

“Very,” she responded sharply, “arts education is very important because,” she looked up at her classmates who looked at her expectantly. “Because, um, because-”

“Maya,” Mr. Matthews said, “it’s time.”

“I’m not ready,” she muttered, a tear began to fall down her face.

“Yes you are, I know you are.” He said, Maya swallowed than walked over to Riley’s desk and took her hand.

“My movement is not arts education in schools,” she said directly to her, then looked down, “it’s the lgbt rights movement.” There were audible gasps but Riley just kept studying maya. “I’m gay.” She finally whispered.

AN: this is my new AU I’ll be posting stuff within this AU later but for now, well yeah. If I got anything wrong please tell me so I can fix it. If you object to Autism speaks know that they changed their mission two days ago so they aren’t trying to find a cure anymore. Um please hit me up with any constructive criticism and thanks for reading!