yeah this turned into an essay

I’m nervous about tomorrow tbh???? So I’m going to be in this program where you leave high school early and attend a community college to earn both high school *and* college credits, and the orientation is tomorrow at 2pm???

There’s some sort of essay we have to do and turn in on time in order to get in, and I’m worried I’ll mess up???

But there’s also the fact that if I do get in, I literally won’t know anybody at the college plus I won’t be seeing my friends anymore even though yeah we have each other’s phone numbers but I’m still worried that I’ll be busy with the college classes where I won’t be able to chill with anyone for a while and does college even have winter or thanksgiving break????? There’s so much I don’t know?????????? Help??????

“Jack,” Bitty whines, throwing his head back. “I am so tired. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Come on, Bits. You’re almost there,” Jack says encouragingly.

“But I’m so sleepy,” Bitty complains. “My arms are heavy. My fning—ah!” Bitty huffs. “My fingers hurt. Listen, I’m slurrin’ all my words.”

“Look at me.”

Bitty spins the desk chair to look at Jack, and pouts.

“You do look tired.” Jack gazes at him, eyes narrowing.

So tired,” Bitty professes. “I’ll finish up tomorrow.”

Jack sighs. “That essay is due at nine am.”

Bitty bites his lip. He’s well aware of that. “Sleep though, Jack. Sleep.”

“You hate waking up early,” Jack points out with a raised eyebrow.

“Once every now and then is fine.” Bitty tries to say it with conviction.

Jack puts his bookmark in his paperback. “How long until you’re finished?” Jack asks. “Referenced and proof-read finished, not first draft finished,” he adds before Bitty can reply.

Bitty shuts his mouth against his automatic response of twenty minutes.

“Uh… Maybe an hour?”

Jack checks the time on his watch, which he’d placed on the bedside table earlier.

“Alright.” Jack stands up and stretches, then gestures for Bitty to come over to him.

“Thank god,” Bitty mutters under his breath, saving his document and shutting the laptop without powering down.

He drags his body over to Jack’s and falls into him. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend and presses his face into Jack’s chest, breathing deeply. He loves how Jack smells. Like soap, and his deodorant, and a little bit of sweat.

Jack’s hands crawl up Bitty’s back, under his shirt, and he rocks Bitty gently side-to-side. Bitty swears he could fall asleep just like this.

Then Jack’s hands start to wander; down to Bitty’s ass, slipping under the elastic of his track pants. Bitty shivers as Jack’s nails scratch the skin, and when he leans back to ask Jack what he’s doing, Jack kisses him.

Normally, when Jack initiates, it’s soft—he appreciates a slow build up. Tonight is different. Jack pushes against Bitty immediately, leaning into him and over him so that Bitty’s body curves back harshly, and Jack seems even taller than normal.

Jack kisses and kisses, his lips moving and sucking on Bitty’s with fervour. Bitty matches him, suddenly wide-awake, and his hands move to bury themselves in Jack’s hair as he attempts to meld his lips to Bitty’s.

“Oh my god. Jack,” Bitty pants and Jack moves on, kissing harshly down his jawline. Bitty’s lips feel swollen and tender when he bites down on one.

Jack pulls back and smiles down, flushed, eyes alight. “How do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” Bitty confesses breathlessly, still reeling from the enthusiasm and spontaneity.

“Awake?” Jack asks.

Bitty nods frantically. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Yes.”

“Good.” Jack steps back from Bitty, and grabs his shoulders to turn him around. He leans in close, chest pressing against Bitty’s shoulders, and puts his lips against Bitty’s ear. “Now, go finish your essay.”

Jack shoves a speechless Bitty back toward the desk.

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Jeff Atkins x Reader- Teach Me

So this is following a request from anon, who asked for a fic about the reader tutoring Jeff. I hope you like it, anon! This is my first fic being written on this account, but I have many more on my account, @thirteenreasonsfics
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“No,” you said, throwing the last of your stuff into a battered old Jansport. “No way, Clay.”

“Please please please do it!” begged Clay over the phone, his voice thick because of a bad cold. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

It was a regular Monday afternoon at school, and you were just finishing lunch when you got a call from your best friend of ten years and fellow Marvel geek, Clay Jensen. He had been really sick for a couple days by then, and called you to make you take over for him in tutoring Jeff Atkins in US history that day.

“I have a Chem test,” you said, balancing your phone on your shoulder as you picked up your stuff. “Besides, I hardly even know the guy. It’ll be really awkward.”

That last part was actually a lie. You hadn’t known Jeff Atkins very well, true, but had a crazy crush on him since freshman year. You two talked now and then, and you were his lab partner last year, but you never thought there could be anything between you, especially as half the school was crushing on him.

“Fine,” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “But you owe me hot chocolate and cake from Monet’s.”

Clay laughed over the phone.

“Thank you, Y/N. Or maybe you’ll thank me. Six thirty, the big white house on Sherman.”

***

Many hours later, you drove your rattling old Buick up to his house, and grabbed your stuff, trying not to smile like an idiot as you rang the doorbell.

“Y/N!” Mrs Atkins said, opening the door immediately like she had been waiting. “Thank you so much for helping Jeff out.”

You nodded, looking around the simply decorated house. Jeff’s dad was sitting at the table, reading.

“It’s no big deal, Mrs. Atkins. Uh, where’s Jeff?”

Jeff’s mom turned around, and gave you a big smile as she offered you some cookies.

“Oh, he’ll be down in a minute. He’s been changing and showering all day because he heard you’re coming.”

You stopped chewing for a minute. Was he-

“Normally Jeffrey walks into Clay’s tutoring sessions looking like a Neanderthal,” his dad snorted from the table. “Seriously. Horrible smells.”

“Dad!” Jeff said as he walked down the stairs, dressed in a red Henley that showed off his toned arms and old blue jeans. “Hey, Y/N. Ready to start?”

“Yeah, yeah of course,” you said, quickly picking up your stuff. “Do we.. go upstairs?”

Jeff turned.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry my room’s a mess, I had practice so I didn’t clean up..”

Mrs Atkins smiled as you two climbed the stairs, shaking her head fondly.

“Door open, kids, okay?” she said as you made your way up, and called Jeff over to whisper to him. “Good luck, sweetheart.”

“Mom,” he said, rolling his eyes, embarrassed. “I’m not that bad as US History.”

His mom raised an eyebrow as she began to head to the kitchen.

“It’s not the US History you need luck with.”

***

“So you should always mention the opposing viewpoint in essays,” you said, going over Jeff’s homework in pencil. “See, that argument would have been so much stronger with a counterpoint.”

He nodded, concentrating intently. It was beginning to get dark outside, and you were just finishing up the last of the day’s work.

“Okay, so bring me the work-” you began, but then remembered that Clay would be back to tutoring Jeff the next time. “Nevermind. Just do well, okay?”

He grinned, stretching as the Henley snaked its way up his stomach before falling back down.

“Yes Ma'am. Next week, same time?”

You turned from gathering up your stuff.

“Won’t Clay be back to tutoring you then?”

He nodded, suddenly realizing as his face fell.

“I- yeah, I guess,” he said, slumping back down. “Thanks again, Y/N. You may have saved my grade.”

“May?” you asked in mock outrage. “I saved it. Single handedly. Like Iron Man saved Sokovia.”

He laughed.

“I’d say that one was a team effort though. If it weren’t for Quicksilver..”

“You watch Marvel movies?” you asked incredulously, looking at him.

“I do a lot of things,” he replied. “I- I’m more than the dumb jock you think I am, Y/N.”

“I didnt say you were a dumb jock,” you said softly. “Hey. You play sports and are smart and look hot. I can only do one of those things.”

Jeff laughed again then, and then stopped suddenly as you both realized what you had said.

“You think I’m hot?” he asked, grinning.

“No, I, that’s not what I-”

“You do,” he said, and laughed. “God, I thought you’d never like me back..”

“Like you back?” you asked, now stunned. “You-”

“Yes, Y/N, I like you,” he said, looking at you sheepishly. “I thought you knew. Everyone knew!”

“I-,” you said, but the words wouldn’t come out. Jeff Atkins, the hottest guy at school and your long term crush, liked you?!

“I guess now would be good time to ask you out, wouldn’t it?” he asked, running a hand through his Abercrombie model hair.

You grinned.

“Yes. Yes it would.”

“Saturday, five thirty, Monet’s?” he asked, and smiled when you nodded. “Alright.”

You smiled like an idiot, especially when Mrs Atkins gave you a knowing look as you left. You were going to have to buy a new dress. And you were going to have to thank Clay so much.

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Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.

Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.

It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.

“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”

“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.

“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”

Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.

“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.

“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.

“Surprise.” Cas smiles.

“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.

“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”

Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.

“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.

“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”

“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.

Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.

“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”

“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.

“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”

Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.

They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”

They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.

“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”

He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”

Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.

“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”

“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”

He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.

“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”

“Yes, plenty.“

Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.

“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”

“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.

His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.

Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.

“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.

“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.

Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.

Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.

He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.

Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.

The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.

Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.

It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.

For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.

“I meant it.” He says.

“What?” Cas frowns.

“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”

Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.

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|| Girls Chase Boys ||

{summary: a love story based on mixed signals and a dash of miscommunication.}

i reached 700+ followers! this is such an amazing milestone for me and honestly, i’m so fucking happy! as a thank you gift, here’s a full story based on my ‘imagine peter parker falling in love with you…“ prompt ;)

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only tags: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none but extreme fluff

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!**

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{all the broken hearts in the world still beat/ lets not make it harder than it has to be/ ooooooh, it’s all the same thing/ girls chase boys chase girls}

“Doesn’t it ever annoy you?” You hear your best friend, Melody, ask while you were doing your homework in the library. Only half listening to her since you were so engrossed in typing out your essay for English Lit, you were in the midst of editing a few paragraphs when you respond with a half-hearted, “Does what annoy me?”

“The fact that that Parker kid keeps staring at you.” Recognizing the surname as belonging to this cute boy named Peter who happened to be a good friend of yours while sharing nearly all of your classes, you frown at Melody’s words and look over to your right where she was sitting, “What? Peter never stares at me. What makes you think that he’s staring at me all the time?”

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Something New- Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by spiderholland

Prompt: Can you do something where peter is failing English and thinks that the teacher will get Ned to Tudor him but instead get the reader she is sort of the cool but nice girl and his crush. And is surprised that she is so smart because she’s popular and not bullied. Then they end up dating or something

Word Count: 1,135

A/N: Written by Daisy. Also sorry for the wait, been a hell of a lot busier than I imagined. 

Peter watched the clock with a burning intensity, willing the second hand to make its rotations faster. Exhaustion had taken over him, his nightly activities preventing him from being the perfect student and even more so, the functioning human being he could be. He counted the minutes that went by. One. Two. Three. The bell would ring any second now. He wouldn’t have to listen to his monotonous teacher examine the over-arching theme of death in Dickinson’s poems. He would leave. He would swing through the city, narrowly missing the sides of New York’s plentiful skyscrapers, for the thrill of it. He would be the person he never could be within these four walls.

But as luck would have it, Mr. Fillmore had other plans. “Parker, I’ll need to see you after class.” Then the bell. Then the scraping of chairs, and the shuffling of feet and a chorus of voices. Peter sighed, before shoving his belongings into his book bag before unceremoniously throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the front of the low lit classroom.

He stood before his teacher, knowing full well he didn’t have to say a word. “Peter, I’m sure you’re well aware of this, but you’re a few C’s away from failing this class. I’m not sure what is going on with you, nor will I claim to understand whatever it is. But you’re skipping class, submitting sloppy papers. I know you have more potential, at least that’s what your performance in your other classes tells me. Is there something you want to tell me Peter? Or perhaps a counselor?”

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Biscuit | Alfie Solomons

This was just going to be a snippet but i love dogs so much it turned into a full blown essay. Also, I feel like this is the same girl from ‘The Messenger Boy’ imagine.

“Alf… you’ve got a dog.”

“I do love, yeah.” Alfie half mumbled in return with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth. You could smell the peppermint from where you leant in the doorframe. He was half dressed and there was a dog sat to his side turning its head with every movement Alfie made.

“Since when.”

“Oh, ages.”

“Ages? Was he here when I stayed over last?”

“Yeah, love, he was, yeah.”

“Why didn’t I see him?”

“Oh, he comes and goes as he pleases, don’t he.”

“… so he ain’t your dog?”

“No, he is, right. He just lets ‘imself in an’ out.”

You looked at Alfie a little baffled as he leant down to spit out toothpaste and rinse the sink.

“What’s his name then?”

“Biscuit.”

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You’ll Be Fine

Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!

Tagging: @percussiongirl2017 @leenasleena-blog @winchesters-favorite-girl

Originally posted by dontlookatmeitwashim

Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.

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25 | in ink

( things you said in writing + harry potter au + slytherin!min yoongi ) 
word count :: 1,659

You run a hand through your hair, wishing you had brought a hair tie to get rid of your main distraction in order to focus all your attention on the essay rested before you. It’s meant to be a three-feet roll of parchment for your Transfiguration class, but it’s hard to keep yourself motivated. With the rapidly approaching N.E.W.T.s, and your desperation to remain in the good graces of all your professors and classes, the stress is starting to eat at your nerves.

You’re about to start on your second roll, when you suddenly feel a pair of cool hands cup themselves around your eyes. At once, you stiffen at the sensation as you straighten and bring your hands up to gently tap at the mysterious hands. “Uh, who is this?” You inquire, an airy quality to the question.

When the voice doesn’t respond, you drag your fingers over the hands. They’re familiar. You’ve spent one too many times running your hands over these, the course skin and callused fingertips, and the corner of your lips turn up as you briefly envision his face—how he would rip his hand away from yours, only to sport a soft smile from the gesture when he thought you weren’t looking. You know him better than either of you like to admit, like how he’s always had a soft spot for you despite his reputation and how you’ve always looked forward to his visits despite your own reputation.

You finally decide to start speaking: “I thought you had detention today.”

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Tech Support (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: when your computer crashes at four a.m., there’s only one person who can save you: the IT guy

warnings: none

prompt: “my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center” from this prompt list 

pairings: peter parker x reader

words: 1.8k

a/n: you KNOW peter would be the cutest IT guy at his college

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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.

This Is Just To Say (m) - 1

Originally posted by yoonseok

Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader (slight Namjoon/Reader; Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: T.S. Eliot bashing, if that matters to you. Vague philosophy references that don’t matter?? Too many cute boys to handle?! Honestly, too many italics but I’ll fight you over it?

A/N: Here have a garbage soulmate/college au that no one asked for. 

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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Sweet As Pie (Ethan)

Summary: Requested by a few. Ethan is a barista at your local coffee shop and he writes stupid puns on your cup every time you drop by.
Word Count: 2,326
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’m still reeling from 1k followers ughhh, you guys are everything. Hope you enjoy this! Let me know if you want a part two, might make it smutty. xx


It had started last semester. You had been sleep deprived during finals and had studied all night, eventually feeling like you had to go and take a walk outside for some fresh air. It was nearing 6AM by the time you had found  yourself outside the deserted coffee shop, so you had shrugged and walked in to grab something to drink. Maybe sugar and caffeine would keep you awake.

The barista that was standing behind the counter was utterly gorgeous and you had lost your voice for a second as you saw him walk around, wiping down the counter and pushing his long curls from his forehead with a rough hand, humming. His nametag had said Ethan and he looked gorgeous in the obligatory white shirt that clung to him in all the right places. You had marveled at the stripe of red at the front of his hair, stuttering out your order when he had smiled gently, greeting you.

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Sleep tight - Remus Lupin Imagine

request: hey can i please have an imagine with Remus where hes super tired and everyone in his dorm is being noisy so you take him into the Slytherin common room and nothing smutty happens just really sweet and cuddly and kisses and you talk about anything you like :)

A/N: So yeah I looked through my old imagine requests and decided that this one will be the one. My first imagine in almost a year, the one that’ll get me back to writing again. :) I hope you’ll like it

A/N again: I know I said I wasn’t going to post the imagine until I reached 900 followers, but I somehow managed to complete it without any interruption and I can’t really wait any longer!


You let out an annoyed sound as you turned another page, still not finding what you were looking for. You were supposed to write an essay for Professor Flitwick, but you had only managed to write about six lines and the essay was due on monday. Monday!! How were you supposed to write a four paged essay by monday?!

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as you heard a light knock on the enterence to the Slytherin common room, which you were currently seated in.

Your brows furrowed together in thought. Who would come knocking on the Slytherin enterence? And at this hour? You thought. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks with you, it was indeed well past midnight and you needed rest, but you just had to finish this essay!

You turned your attention back to the piece of parchment at the coffetable infront of you, scribbling down a few words with your quill.

But it wasn’t your imagination. A knock came from the enterence again, this time slightly louder than before. You hesitantly stood from the couch and walked through the empty common room towards the enterence. When you opened it you found, to your suprise, none other than Remus Lupin standing there, yawning.

“Remus, what are you doing here?” You asked your boyfriend of two years, looking around the corridor expecting to see the rest of the marauders. But there was only him.

“The guys-” He started to yawn again “Sirius was running around impersonating Slughorn, Peter wouldn’t stop snickering, James was going on an on about Lily.. They just wont shut up!” His face had a look with a mixture of frustration, desperation and pleading. “I just really want to sleep..”

It was at that moment you noticed that he was wearing his blue and white striped pyjamas. You couldn’t help but to smile at the look of him. The only thing missing right now would be a teddybear in his arms.

“Are you saying that you walked all the way from the Gryffindor tower to the dungeons in your pyjamas?” You could barely hold your laughter in.

“Where else would I go?!” Remus exclaimed.

“Well, what if I had been in my dormitory when you got here? What if Snape had been the one to open?”

Remus paused. “Well..” He paused again, you watched him with an amused grin. “..I didn’t really think that through..” He said in thought. “Anyway, will you let me in or not Y/N?”

You smiled and took a step back so that he could walk past you, into the Slytherin common room. You closed the enterence behind you and walked back to the couch as Remus followed you, taking a seat next to you.

You were just about to pick up your quill again when you felt a pair of arms embracing you.

“Remus” you sighed “I really need to get this done.” You tried to sit up straight again but Remus didn’t let go of you. He just gave a quick glance at the books and parchment that were spread out across the coffetable.

“Oh, is that the one from Flitwick?” He asked casually. “I’ll help you with that tomorrow, don’t worry.” He leaned down against the couch and once again tried to bring you down with him.

“But-” you looked at him but your words were cut short by the pout and the puppy-eyed look he gave you. A small smile formed on your lips. “Alright fine.” you gave in and lay down, your head against his chest. “Promise me you’ll help me get it done though?”

“Oh relax, I’ve already done mine, Peter’s and Sirius’s, I’ve got it covered.” He patted your shoulder.

You smiled and both of you just lay there silently for a moment. The sounds of his heartbeats calmed you down, and suddenly you couldn’t feel a single shred of worry in your body anymore.

You looked up at him with a small smile. “I love you”

He smiled down at you, green eyes glittering, matching the dim lights of the common room. “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N”

Reaching up a bit, you gave each other a small but affectionate kiss. Then you buried your face in the crook of his neck as he tightened his embrace around you and gently kissed your hair.

It didn’t take long before the both of you were sound asleep in each others arms.

Reggie Mantle x Reader - Loners

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Reggie imagine that’s just a lot of fluff? Please and thank you!

Reggie Mantle x reader

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There you sat, looking across the quad. He never seemed to really be enthralled in conversations at his table. Always looked like he had other things on his mind. Maybe he followed the herd, but there always seemed more to him. There was more to Reggie Mantle.

Your back was against a tree, slowly picking at your lunch while reading a book. Your continuous lunchtime routine. It was easier to not have friends. No drama, no worries about being something you weren’t. Lonely maybe but it could have been worse. You were just too different for most people, you felt older in a way. As if you knew that there was much more than typical high school drama waiting for you in years to come. While others, like Chuck - who sat beside Reggie, thrived on their high school experience, you looked forward to a life of your own beyond the one with your family. The family that didn’t really feel like one.

You heard a giggle. Your eyes drew to another table. A table filled with friends and lovers who seemed to have it all together. A friendly blonde with a brutish outsider and a red head football star with a raven haired city girl. While you wondered what it would be like to have that, someone to get you, you figured that you weren’t one to be noticed.

You read a few more pages until you heard Chuck making remarks to Cheryl as she passed by. You saw Reggie’s face - it seemed a little mad in a way. That he didn’t reciprocate Chuck’s approach to women. He tried looking away and caught your eye. You gave a breath and went back to your book. No, there was nothing to look forward to besides the future.

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Hogwarts! Mingyu

@itsmultifandomshit requested: “Heyyy could you do Hogwarts! Mingyu??😊” and “Could I possibly ask for a mingyu Hogwarts au? I really love your writings their so cute~ ^^“ 

admin seri: i’m so sorry about how late this is :(

  • the boy’s crazy 
  • okay not really 
  • but WHAT is he ON to be so good at everything?!?! 
  • like everyone wants to know how the hell he has those looks and aces everything in school 
  • the running joke is, “what potion are you drinking?” 
  • even though they were highkey serious in his first year 
  • he just gives them a smile and laughs while answering honestly, 
  • “studying.” 
  • okay but that doesn’t explain everything else Kim Mingyu 
  • like Qudditch 
  • was legit keeper since second year because he’s a tower compared to the others 
  • and coming pretty close to being the same height as a fifth year likeee 
  • basically LONG arse limbs  
  • it’s rare someone gets the ball through the hoop while he’s playing 
  • like the first time he played, the other team is all cocky like ‘lol fresh meat ain’t gonna be that good' 
  • so right away they get a chance to shoot the ball 
  • everyone’s like the first goal of the game, on the edge of their seats 
  • because they all think Gryffindor’s new clumsy keeper won’t make it 
  • but Mingyu stretches his hands out super calmly and catches like YOU THOUGHT AHAHA 
  • flying around with a happy grin on his face, everyone SHOOK 
  • and not only quidditch, he’s good at cooking, knitting, calculus, basically you name it he could do it 
  • potions is and will always be his best and favorite subject
  • and his creations always turn out good too
  • he can space out in class all he wants and doesn’t even need a textbook
  • just starts throwing things in his cauldron from the top of his head and the teacher will walk by like “great job Mingyu!”
  • Minghao will be half-glaring, half 'what-are-you?’ at the side
  • top of the class of course 
  • obviously at least half of the younger portion of the girls has had a crush on him at one point or another 
  • it kinda goes away though because Mingyu’s obviously not looking for anything and just subconsciously friend zones everyone 
  • so he’s just known as that cute boy who can do everything 
  • except like not hurt himself everyday 
  • at this point no one’s even surprised when Mingyu comes in with a bandage around his pinky or a giant bandaid on his head 
  • the professor will be looking around for people that can perform the spell first, and her eyes will stop at Mingyu expectantly 
  • and gets surprised when Mingyu’s struggling to even hold his wand correctly let alone perform a spell 
  • “Mingyu, what happened?" 
  • he’ll chuckle sheepishly, "well i was knitting a friend a new scarf and got scared by something so somehow my thumb broke in my process" 
  • and by something he means one; Jun. two; Jun getting Hoshi to mess with their fireplace 
  • he attempts to scratch his head with that hand and reels back in surprise because he forgot about his thumb 
  • the dork 
  • "why didn’t you go to the nurse? come then i’ll write you a pass" 
  • "ah! nope it’s fine I’m trying to practice healing spells so i think my thumb will be fine in a couple hours" 
  • yeah, him preforming the spell with his non dominant hand is way better than a nurse 
  • but he manages and actually
  • that’s how you meet him
  • no not by an accident 
  • pfft how clichee pfftt 
  • your friend’s birthday was coming up and you know how she’s been wanting mittens and a scarf 
  • so you go to out to hogsmeade and scavenge for some and can’t find anything perfect enough 
  • you were a third year Hufflepuff and happened to be kinda close to Joshua 
  • so you were just telling Joshua the prefect about your problem 
  • and he’s like, "hey i have a friend in Gryffindor, your year, he’s great at knitting" 
  • "OMG REALLY PLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU TELL HIM FOR ME" 
  • he just smiles and shakes his head, "nope go make new friends, Mingyu’s really nice" 
  • he really just wanted the both of you guys to have another friend since he thought you guys would get along well, no other intentions 
  • well at first 
  • you’re just like okay no biggie, Joshua wouldn’t recommend him if he wasn’t good right?
  • one night after dinner you manage to see someone who fit Joshua’s description 
  • and man he was cute 
  • going up to him, you smile, introducing yourself 
  • "hey my name’s y/n, Joshua told me you’re really good at knitting so could you help me with something?" 
  • you’re half excepting him to be like no i don’t make things for random people 
  • “yeah sure! you can come back to the common room with me and choose yarn and stuff" 
  • so the two of you make small talk, about how you know Joshua, how you guys are in the same year, random stuff 
  • until you reach the common room and he brings down his yarn collection for you
  • and you’re low key surprised because wow there’s literally every color you could have asked for 
  • "so what colors are you looking for" 
  • "um my friend lives for blue and silver like the Ravenclaw she is,” you tell him laughing 
  • he laughs also, “alright i’ll make it for you as soon as possible!" 
  • "no!” you shake you head, “take your time i’ll need it in like two weeks” 
  • he shakes his head and grins, “I’ll give it to you when it’s done” 
  • and that’s pretty much it, you say thanks and leave 
  • except not because you were expecting it like a week? later 
  • because i mean you guess you kinda knew Mingyu, just as that smart Gryffindor keeper 
  • but when MIngyu comes up to you two days later 
  • “psstt come to the library after supper I have it” 
  • you’re not even processing it right away, just kinda like ‘what is he talking to me for’ 
  • then you’re like oh dang ALREADY??? 
  • walking to the library, your mind is running miles 
  • and you realize like damn the library is huge how am i gonna find him 
  • nvm this guy is a clumsy third year giant,, not the best match 
  • you catch him loudly shuffling through books 
  • “pssst Mingyuuuu” you say, laughing as he turns around with a little jump of surprise 
  • “AH!” he chuckles nervously at his slightly loud yell 
  • coming back to his senses, he reaches in his bag, and pulls out the most beautiful scarf you’ve ever seen 
  • “here i finished” he grins 
  • “omg it’s so pretty THANK YOU” you reach into your bag trying to find your money 
  • “here” you hand him a few galleons, making his eyes widen 
  • “WOW WAit i can’t take this!!” he whisper yells 
  • shaking your head, “yes you can!! this is way nicer than anything i could find at hogmeade” 
  • you push the money into his bag and grin, “don’t worry about it alright” 
  • thanking him again you turn around to leave with him waving at you 
  • then stopping in your tracks, you bite your lip subconsciously, and turn around 
  • “hey don’t be a stranger! we’re friends now!” 
  • a bright smile spreads across his face 
  • “yeah!” 
  • his simple answer making you smile, you walk out a little happier than normal 
  • you not knowing why 
  • you both start talking together more and realize you share a few classes since you’re both in the same year
  • but lord 
  • don’t let anyone ever tell you Joshua Hong isn’t nosy, 
  • especially when it involves his friends
  • “Y/nnnnn…” he sings happily, walking down the stairs and sitting on the couch next to you in the common room
  • "yes?” you answer looking up from the essay you’re stressing out about 
  • “how are you and Mingyu doing?" 
  • you raise an eyebrow at him 
  • like okay maybe you’re dense but you’re not THAT dense
  • you know exactly what he’s implying 
  • "we’re friends” you say emphasizing your words 
  • he smirks with the gears obviously turning in his head 
  • “well okay then,” he says cheerily, “how do you feel about him" 
  • when did he become so BOLD 
  • you know better than to lie to Joshua, he can find out anything 
  • so it’s better to not say anything at all 
  • you just sigh, biting your lip and get back to your essay 
  • faintly hearing Joshua chuckle and walk away, your mind drifts away from transfiguration to a different subject 
  • Kim Mingyu 
  • ‘agh, whatever,’ you think
  • you don’t wanna stress yourself out about a guy that doesn’t even think of you as more than a friend
  • WELL 
  • Joshua Hong is pretty talkative with Seungcheol and Jeonghan
  • and you know Junhui be nosy and eavesdropping always playing that matchmaker ever since he got himself a girlfriend
  • then telling alllll 12 of them
  • so they all know, 
  • and not a day goes by where someone doesn’t mention you to Mingyu 
  • seriously Minghao was about to just walk up to you to scream “MINGYU LIKES YOU A LOT AND WANTS TO TAKE YOU ON A DATE SO SAY YES” 
  • except he got stupefied by Mingyu who was totally not blushing like an idiot at the thought of Minghao exposing him
  • then Mingyu got detention curtsy of Jeonghan
  • “for not being a man” 
  • but Mingyu’s good at stupefying people so this whole process actually gets drawn out for a while
  • like a couple of months of just you and Mingyu being friends
  • and you trying to hide your blushing cheeks whenever Joshua walks past giving you the look
  • until Seungkwan overhears that your birthday is coming up
  • gets Mingyu in a panic on what to get you 
  • will not stop talking to Seokmin and Minghao about it
  • until Minghao kinda just sighs like, “knit her a scarf? go bother her friends about colors or something”
  • “OOH OOH” Seokmin screams getting hype, “MAKE HER FOOOOODDDDD”
  • Joshua walks up to you the night before your birthday
  • “go to the empty potions class room!” he whispers to you
  • you’re confused as hell, flashing him a confused look, “it’s after curfew? JOshua HOng your a prefect!” 
  • “sssh no one has to know” 
  • you’re walking to the classroom carefully, with zero clues about anything
  • opening the class room door, peeking your head inside slightly
  • your jaw drops, hands automatically pushing the door wide open at the sight
  • Mingyu standing right in front of you, a flower in hand, shyly grinning at you
  • all the classroom desks are gone and somehow it’s just a cute vintage table for two right in the middle
  • with beautiful arrangements of food, one flower placed on the table perfectly
  • “happy early birthday” 
  • you take the flower he hands you, getting flushed
  • “i love this,” you sigh gently, staring at it all in awe
  • he smiles, the apples of his cheeks showing, and leads you to the table
  • pulling out a chair for you, “sit please”
  • you do so, placing you flower in the vase ever so carefully
  • you’re at a lost for words honestly, “i … why would you put so much effort in for me?” 
  • it really is a dumb question
  • “because…,” he trails off for a moment, “i like you, i like you a lot”
  • “i-i-i” you stutter stupidly
  • “i should’ve confessed after we ate right? then at least you don’t feel…” you hear the words he mutters under his breath nervously
  • “no no no wait stop!” you reach over the table and food to grab his hand, holding tightly in yours
  • “i like you a lot too”
  • he just stares blankly at you, and you can see the emotion slowly coming into his eyes 
  • “so let’s eat yeah? i don’t want to let all this food go to waste~” 
  • the time you guys spend eating and talking really goes by quickly 
  • as the night naturally comes to an end the both of you are much more comfortable with each other 
  • “hey so i got you something” he scratches his head nervously
  • “what no you really didn’t, especially after all this” you exclaim
  • already he’s pulling out a prettily wrapped box out from somewhere, you don’t know
  • “just open it” you can tell the smile he shows is laced with worry
  • carefully undoing the ribbon, opening the box, your hand touches a soft material
  • eyes meeting a scarf in your favorite color
  • “Mingyu… this is gorgeous, beautiful, seriously there’s not enough words in the dictionary” 
  • picking up the scarf, he chuckles quietly and walks close to you
  • wrapping this around your neck, he softly asks, “wear this at my next game?”
  • “that sounds awfully girlfriend-like of me to do,” you say, playing with the ends of the scarf 
  • “will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, the tone in his voice heavy with many emotions 
  • even though he shouldn’t be worried or nervous at all
  • “are you expecting any other answer besides of course?” 
  • you stand up, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest
  • suddenly you feel the wand in his pocket buzz quietly
  • giggling into his chest, you lift your head up to look at him, “Mingyu what even?” 
  • “oh that!” he moves his arms from your shoulders to your waist, “well this didn’t go as smoothly as planned” 
  • laughing under his breath for a moment, he then stares into your eyes
  • the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, “Happy Birthday!” 
  • leaning down he presses a kiss right at the corner or your lips
  • your cheeks can’t help turning a red pink and your giggle can’t help but come out
  • “you dork, you really set a wand alarm?” 
  • shaking your head, you tippy toe
  • and press you lips over his, smiling into the kiss
  • leaning back, you smile satisfied 
  • “but that’s why I like you.”

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A Choice

James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

Hey! Can you please do a one shot where both James and Sirius like the reader and Sirius is like “But didn’t you like Evans, Prongs” and they get so competitive and that stuff. With lots of fluff please. Who ends up with her it’s up to you :) thanks

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As soon as Y/N leaves the dormitory stairs, she is accosted by Sirius. “What’s up, Pads?” she asks, readjusting the multiple heavy books in her arms. She’s taking so many classes that all her books don’t even fit in her bag.

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anonymous asked:

oo now write a long post about klance

I’m gonna mix this up with some hopeful optimism and practical sense. lol

Realistically the way their relationship is set up is questionable. Many of their interactions fall under a lot of the romantic tropes used in television and writing. At first you can argue that their banters started off sort of harsh but you can’t deny that it slowly grows into more teasing and fondness (plus Lance and Keith are natural opposites). Which a lot of friendships or even relationships start out with because you don’t know the person too well. Especially because who knows how long these guys were at the garrison and interacted with each other beforehand, imagine getting thrown into space with people who were in one of your new semester college courses. It probably feels like that. They’ve barely had anytime to actually hang out and get to know each other. I think with Shiro’s absence it’ll really make the team as a whole grow closer because not gonna lie, I think Shiro as a leader did too good of a job which didn’t allow them much room to grow, because they didn’t have to.

But now with Shiro gone, personalities and feelings will clash. Just like in S2EP8, Lance calls Keith out about being a hothead and if you look at Keith’s face, my interpretation is that he can’t even argue with that because it’s true. There will probably be a big klance arc next season, which is why I believe they didn’t heavily focus on it in the second season. “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check”[X]. now that Shiro is gone who will keep Keith in check? Who is the only person that calls Keith out on his rash and impulsive moves? Lance. They will probably argue and it will probably be emotional but it’s going to make Keith and Lance grow even closer to one another. They are setting it up big time for future seasons.

Okay I’m gonna talk about the classic bonding moment, what gets me here is the juxtaposition in every aspect. You first see Shiro and Pidge but they are framed in the corner to not be the main focus of the entire scene. The lighting, the hand hold, the soft smiles! “We are a good team”. There is no doubt in my mind this is foreshadowing to something, at least to the great space ranger parters theory, especially now that Shiro will be gone for who knows how long. You see how well they actually work together like during the balmera arc, there was little bickering and they made an excellent team. They balance each other so well and they aren’t showcasing it for nothing. Plus after the whole “bonding moment”, Keith is super eager for Lance to come out of the healing pod and it’s not like Lance was in there for a week. Allura literally said “He should be fine after a day in here.” Allura has to swipe Keith’s hand away from tapping on the glass and being impatient because he wants to see Lance that badly.

We have to remember in animation even the tiniest things aren’t put there for nothing. There are some minor things that make me believe something will happen between Keith and Lance. “Is the princess with you, with you?” In S2EP6, Currently in the series it could be hinting at confusion for Lance because it’s never really specified and it’s important to take in those small details (they could have easily just written in something like “wow don’t touch the princess", but we got a very vague thing twice in the same episode. “You don’t think they’re sittin in a tree?”) We know Lance only flirted with Allura a few times in the second season and if he really cared that much of Allura’s possibly status (although she’s clearly not interested) he wouldn’t have cared that deeply or hit on other aliens. So why would he care that much? To me, It’s more like “Jealousy thy name is Lance.”

As for Keith, in S1EP6 he is straight up being playful with Lance. Having the softest smile while talking to him and then proceeding to tease Lance about not hearing him yet whose lion is not seen at the very last shot of the episode because he went to go rescue Lance from being chained to a tree? Then again with the cute space asteroid fight when Keith throws a snowball at Lance’s face. “Huh, like that?” It’s fun and playful. You could also interpretate these as innocent flirting, but it also shows them getting along and being dorks.

Bonus: Not to mention that every time Lance flirts when Keith is around they just happen to always show Keith’s reaction.

“But I think there is, to some extent, at some point you’ll find that one person that above all you kind of fall in love with a little bit and realize that it’s nice to have that one person than kind of just going all over the place. Not spoiling too much, but yeah. He’ll mature in all ways” [X].

I know this wasn’t a super deep “love” analysis on klance but it fuels the space ranger partner theory I’m kind of hoping for in season three, plus partners can be interpreted in every way. Enemies turn into friends all the time and friends can turn into lovers. Jeremy has called them bromance, partners, frenemies and the fact that he said the creators are aiming for a slow burn says that yes, klance still has a chance.

So Much for Essay Writing

Pairing: Peter Parker x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 795

Summary: 4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” and 5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” ALSO I left the age a little ambiguous, so you could imagine them in either high school or college.

Requested by @secondxreality​ - Thank you so much for requesting because hot damn once I got started I had other ideas and I’m so excited about writing again! 


Peter had been hanging out with you while you worked. You had thought it would be a study date so you could both get work done. Things had not gone according to plan. He either had a lot less work than you, or was just not doing it, because he certainly wasn’t working on any homework. What he was doing was everything in his power to distract you from your work.

“Peter, stop it.” You swatted his hand away as it hovered in your field of vision.

“No. I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” He said, pressing his finger into your cheek. Again.

“Peter!”

He removed his finger and threw up his hands. When you couldn’t see him in you peripheral vision anymore you let you shoulders relax and you thought you were finally safe. Able to finish your essay in peace.

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