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satansoori · 6 years ago

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Crush

(Peter Parker Imagine)

Genre: Fluff

Author: tedryse/satansoori

Summary: Ever since Liz introduced You to Peter, he immediately took a liking to you.

“Peter! Hey!” Ned waves at his best friend who had a confused look on his face. Peter nods at him before motioning over to the crowd not far from them. “Hey, Ned. What’s with the crowd?”

“Liz’s cousin just came in to start her first day today. And holy shit, dude, they weren’t kidding about how hot she looks.” Ned tells him before sighing, seemingly in a daze. “And like a snap, she became one of the most popular girls here with Liz.”

Peter narrowed his eyes, turning to the crowd. People were laughing and gossiping around them. The girls were throwing jealous glances over them whilst the boys gushed over the new girl. Peter couldn’t help but feel curious about the whole situation, but mainly curious at this new girl everyone was fanning over.

Ned suddenly smacked him by his stomach. “Dude! They’re coming over here!” He exclaims, making Peter’s eyes widens. “Why are they coming here--hi Liz!”

Peter pursed his lips together, feeling his cheeks heat up at the sight of the new girl in front of him. ‘Wow,’ he thought to himself, ‘She does look... really hot.’

“Um, do you need something, Liz?” Ned asked after realizing Peter was dumbstruck enough to muster up words. Liz smiles at them, “I just wanna tell you guys that Y/N here would be joining our group for the upcoming competition next week.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce me first?” Y/N spoke up, giggling which took Ned and Peter by surprise. Liz smacked her hand on her forehead, “Right, sorry! Ned, Peter, this is Y/N L/N, my cousin. Y/N, this is Ned and Peter.”

Y/N held out a hand towards Ned first, “Nice to meet you, Ned.” She greets him, her eyes smiling. Ned grinned, “You too!”

Y/N then turns to Peter, who was still staring at her with awe. She held out her hand towards him, “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

Peter could feel his ears reddening whilst sweat drips down his neck in nervousness. He liked how his name rolled out her tongue. He took her hand, finally mustering up the courage. ‘Her hand is so soft.’ he thought, making him blush even harder. “H-hi...”

Y/N glances over at Ned and Liz, “Um, is he always like this?”

“Well, he is when he’s meeting a pretty girl.” Ned answers her with a nod, making Liz giggle in agreement. Y/N bites her lip, “You can let go now, Peter.”

Peter’s head perked up, “Oh, uh--” he stammers, “I-I’m sorry, I--”

“It’s no problem,” Y/N tells him with a smile which only made his cheeks blush bright red even more. ‘Cute,’ she thought to herself. She turns to Liz who were wiggling her eyebrows at her, “Come on, we have to get my schedule, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Liz nods before turning her attention to the two boys, “We’ll be going now. Oh, and practice starts after last period, the usual.” She tells them before practically dragging her cousin with her.

Y/N waved at them, “It was nice meeting you, guys!”

“Yeah, you too, Y/N!” Ned calls out, waving. Peter only watched the two go out of his sight, making him sigh. Ned looks at him, “What’s wrong, man?”

Peter turned to him, “Huh? What?”

“You like her, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“The new girl! Y/N!”

Peter puts a hand on his mouth to shut him up. “Dude! Not so loud!” He hissed, and groans when he sees Ned’s eyes sparkled. He pulled his hand away, “Oh my god, you do!”

“Shut up!” Peter hissed again, “It’s just a crush.”

“So, you do admit you like her!” Ned gasped before squealing like a girl. Peter rolled his eyes, annoyed but a faint blush could be seen on his cheeks. “Okay, fine. Yes, I do.”

“You gotta go talk to her, man! At least, try to get to know her more.” Ned advice him, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

Peter groans, “I will! Just... just not today.”

“I’m not saying I ship it, but I totally ship it.”

“I only met her today!”

(meanwhile)

“You like him, don’t you?”

Y/N blushed, “W-what? I only met him today, Liz.” She lies. ‘Well, he is cute, not gonna lie,’ she thought.

Liz gave her a look, “Come on, I know you. You were totally eyeing him ever since you saw him walking up to Ned.” This made Y/N sighed.

“Okay, fine, you caught me.”

“Oh my god!” Her cousin squealed, “You two would make a cute couple, that’s for sure.” Y/N gave her a confused look, “Really? That fast? Liz, I told you, I only met him today. I hardly know the guy.”

“You can always go and talk to him. You know, befriend him or something. At least something to make you guys close or whatever.” Liz rolls her eyes, but her smile never leaving her lips. “I doubt he’ll like me back, though.” Y/N tells her with pure honesty, frowning.

Liz scoffs, “Are you serious? By the way he looks at you, I hardly doubt that’s the case, cousin. I’m sure he likes you.”

This was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes, “Oh whatever. If it makes you happy, I’ll talk to him later during practice for a start. So, can we please get my schedule now?”

“Oh, alright.” Liz sighs, smiling. “I’m being honest though. You two would make a cute couple.”

“Oh shush!”

A/N: We’re back at it again.

#peter parker #tom holland #spiderman #spiderman imagines #peter parker imagines #tom holland imagines #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fluff #cute #crush

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satansoori · 6 years ago

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Love [ Five Hargreeves x Reader ]

“Hey, I would like to ask could you write something about Five Hargreeves and badass!Reader? Maybe during one of his missions in time before the apocalypse? I would be grateful if you could do this. 😊

Ps. If there’re any mistakes above I’m sorry, English is not my native language

Have a nice day!” - @incansas

A/N: Sorry this is short!

MASTERLIST

Five was very proud of himself and his work. He thought of himself as the best Hargreeves kid and that he was capable of so much more.

Until he met you.

Reginald Hargreeves had found you by yourself in the park at the age of 13. You had run away from a foster home, fed up with how you were being treated. They always made fun of you for talking to yourself, but they didn’t know that you could hear the thoughts of the people you would love of already loved.

Reginald thought this to be an interesting power and hoped you would fall in love with the other Hargreeves kids as a tactic to talk to them during missions.

You were welcomed hesitantly in the house, but you knew how to defend yourself and had quick responses in return to the rude ones.

Luther and Diego quickly learned to not sass you because you could easily ruin their day with a few words.

Five immediately found you interesting. Everyone in the household always reacted with surprised faces whenever you two interacted. He would say something snarky, and you would be able to fire back at him within seconds.

They knew you and Five would be falling for each other sooner or later.

On one of the missions to take down a person who was very powerful in the drug business, you and Five had the chance to show off your tricks you learned together.

Whenever a person tried to run, you would smile at them sweetly and then punch them straight in the face, and Five would teleport to the other side to deliver another punch.

The rest of the team would laugh at you two as you took out one person and Five would finish them off.

However, when the head person in charge got ahold of you around the neck, Five panicked and felt a feeling he hadn’t before.

“You have three seconds to let go or else,” You hissed.

“Or else what, sweetheart?” The man said with a sick smile.

“Time’s up,” You yelled and bit his arm, making him yelp and loosen his grip. You elbowed him in the stomach and Five appeared beside you to teleport you away.

“You okay?” He asked quickly, making sure no one was coming towards you.

“Yeah,” you responded and touched your neck before wincing. There was going to be bruises tomorrow.

He noticed your pain and teleported back to the man and kicked him off the platform he was standing on, making him roughly hit the ground.

Five came back to you and for a split second, you heard in your head, I’m glad he didn’t hurt her more.

You stared at him with an open mouth, and he was confused, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” You said and shook your head. “Nothing at all.”

But, you couldn’t help but feel your heart thump faster, realizing you had started to fall for him.

And he fell for you.

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satansoori · 6 years ago

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yes

Atlas: Touch (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: HEEEYYY GUYS!!! So this is based off of a request I got today, and something I personally wanted to write. (The whole Five comforting the reader thing) The title + kinda sad nature of it all is based on Atlas: Touch by Sleeping At Last. I feel like this may be kind of a mess, but it’s honestly because today was just such a bad day. SOOOO ANYWAY, THIS IS GONNA BE A TWO PARTER!!!! YAYAYAY!!! Also, it’s a little shorter than what I normally write because of that…Soooo just be aware of that…now ENJOY!

Summary: Five comforts the reader after having a vision she really wished hadn’t seen…(Reader can see the future)

Warnings: References to murder, killing, blood, language, implied panic attack, a really terrible childhood, angst, cliffhanger (that will be resolved in part 2) FLUFF!

Word Count: 2,381

The wind is harsh and brisk, passing straight through your body as it eradicates any sense of warmth you once felt. A chill rolls down your spine, and a feeling of uneasiness fills your gut. The area around you was barren of life, save a large, vibrantly colored sycamore tree far off in the distance. Its presence made no sense, since there was no other sort of growth in the area.

It was almost dream like. You look up at the lightless night sky. Not a single star was shining. The moon was nowhere to be seen. It was dark, ominous, and strangely malevolent in sensation.

“Where the hell am I?” You ask yourself.

Then, you see a familiar shape lying under the tree.

“Five?” You call out as you begin to make your way over to him.

No answer.

“Five?” Your voice echoes back to you.

No answer again. You squint, trying to get a better look at Five. He wasn’t in his Academy uniform. He was wearing a Bowie shirt, with a flannel over it, and dark blue jeans. You walk a bit closer, and you start to see more.

In the center of his chest, you notice something dark, something staining through his shirt. In the center appears to be some sort of a hole.

Then, it hits you.

The dark stain was blood, and the hole must have been where a bullet entered Five’s chest.

Five had been shot, and you weren’t there to stop it. You were too late.

“NO!” You cry out.

You break out into a sprint, rushing over to him as fast as you possibly could. “Five!” You scream as you come closer to the great big tree. Suddenly, crows burst into flight from the branches of the tree, their shrilling squawks shaking you up a bit.

Finally, you approach Five. You kneel down by his side. Tears well up in your eyes. “F-Five?” You croak, swallowing harshly. You grab his shoulders. “F-Five, p-please. Stay with me, please!”

No answer.

You extend your index and middle finger underneath the right end of Five’s jawline, searching for a pulse. “P-please, p-please s-stay with m-me,” You stutter. You refuse to move your fingers, even though you feel absolutely nothing.

You shut your eyes tightly, and tears begin to stream down your cheeks at free will. You collapse in Five’s lap, sobbing heavily. You chant incoherently, “Wake up, wake up, wake up.” But he doesn’t. He can’t

He’s gone.

The crows that had left seconds ago return again, circling around the tree, cackling their cacophonous cries, telling the gods above that they had correctly predicted yet another death.

Then, there’s nothing by darkness. “Five!” You scream as you open your eyes, pushing yourself up in your bed. Light fills the room, but you can’t fight the overwhelming darkness you feel deep down inside.

Rain patters loudly against the window next to you as a tear slides down your cheek. You take a deep breath, but it feels like the air that once filled your room was sucked out by some sort of vacuum. The walls feel as though they are closing in. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

What the hell just happened? You ask yourself.

Your visions had been growing worse lately, but that specific one had taken you by surprise. Your visions never showed how something would truly happen, but they would give you some sort of intimation as to what would come to pass. Five and the rest of the Hargreeves swore to help you learn to use and control your abilities the minute they met you. They promised that with their help, you could dive deeper, and figure out more about your premonitions.

It was hard, of course, when you couldn’t stand to experience whatever it was you saw. All your life, you couldn’t stand your power. Most of your visions came on without warning, and depicted terrible, horrendous things. Worst of all, you were unable to control who’s future you saw.

Yes, being able to see the future could be a blessing at times. But, more often than not, you felt as though it was a burden. You had grown up in foster care, which had only added to your stress as a child. Not only did you deal with a power you couldn’t control, but you had no one to depend on. Your outbursts due to your premonitions caused you to move around quite a bit. Every foster parent you had deemed you “impossible,” which ruined your chances at becoming adopted. Kids bullied you from group home to group home, and you struggled to stay stable. One fateful day, when you finally felt as though you had enough, you ran away.

You planned to move to New York, and pursue music, the one thing that helped you throughout your life.

You stopped for some coffee at Griddy’s on your way out of town, and that was when you met Five. The minute he sat down next to you, you had a premonition: Five would temporarily lose his powers, causing him to be captured and tortured by The Commission.

It was often obvious to those around you when you had your premonitions, since you essentially travel to a dream world in some distant stream of you consciousness. Five immediately knew that something was wrong.

“I’m sorry, but are you alright?” He asked. You decided to take a chance on Five, and explain to him what it was you saw. There was something about him that told you he was just like you; he was a dysfuctional outcast, who simply wanted to be loved.

By the end of your conversation with Five, about what you had foreseen, as well as your powers, Five decided it would be best for you to come back to the Academy with him.

You had nowhere to go, no one to take you in. Somehow, running off with some seventeen year old boy who could move through time became your best bet.

Over the course of the last few months, you and that very same seventeen year old boy had created an unbreakable bond. Your childhood made you feel unlovable, and Five made you feel the exact opposite. Five cared about you. He was usually sarcastic and nonchalant with people. But with you, he was kind, and sweet. He made you feel like things were going to be okay, or possibly even better than okay.

Maybe things could be…good, just for once, You thought to yourself.

Most importantly, Five was the first person to ever say those eight words to you:

“I hate most people, but I love you.”

You hadn’t expected him to feel anything for you. Your whole life you felt worthless, and unwanted. But Five wanted you. He saw how incredibly special and important you were.

“I love you too,” You said back.

It was abundantly clear that you couldn’t lose Five. Not now. Not after everything you had told him, not after all of the late nights that you two had stayed up talking. You had built a relationship with him, and it was the first relationship that had ever truly mattered to you.

Suddenly, a knock at the door brings you back to reality. You look in the mirror across the room, revealing your puffy, tear filled eyes and red, soaked cheeks. You swallow harshly, frantically reaching over to the tissue box on your nightstand.

“(Y/N)?” Five calls, knocking again. “Are you okay?” You can’t speak. Everything hurts far too much. You look over to the door, and watch as the knob twists, and the door creaks open.

Five’s crystal blue eyes meet yours. He studies your face, instantly recognizes how disheveled and destroyed you look. You break down again, simply at the sight of him. You sob heavily. “I-I d-don’t kn-know what t-to d-do F-…” You choke on your words. Five rushes over to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your shivering body.

“What happened?” Five questions softly. “Did someone hurt you?” His tone immediately changes at the thought that someone did this to you. “I swear to God I’ll fucking kill whoever did this.”

“N-no o-one h-hurt m-me,” You stutter. “I-I c-can’t t-take th-this a-anymore Five, I can’t d-do this sh-shit anymore,” You say in between sobs. “I can’t fucking do this.”

Five furrows his brows, and presses a soft kiss to the side of your head. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” He whispers. “Shuuuush, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Five’s voice is soft and low. He holds you tighter, rocking you lightly back and forth. “I’ve got you now.”

You press your face into Five’s chest, sobbing heavily. You couldn’t breathe. “I-It’s n-not o-okay,” You struggled to say. Five pulls you in even tighter. “I-I saw something, F-Five. F-fuck, I-I c-can’t lose you.”

Five’s fingers gently come through your hair. “You aren’t going to lose me,” Five coos. But his words cut like a knife. Truth was, you knew you were going to. Everything felt so overwhelming. It felt like a family of elephants had sat on your chest, and your respiratory system could no longer function because of it. The walls of your room continue to close in on you and Five.

You pull apart from Five for a second, trying to catch your breath. “E-everything is too much. I c-can’t h-hande my p-powers anymore,” You cry out. “I can’t j-just be happy, for once? Things can’t just stay good, for once in my life?” You’re screaming now. “Of course all of this was too good to be true. I don’t deserve any of this! I’m nothing, and no one. I’m worthless shit!” More tears stream down your cheeks.

Pain and confusion spread across Five’s face. He inches closer to you, wrapping his arms around you yet again. You bury your face in his neck. “You are enough, (Y/N). You are more than enough. Everything anyone has ever lead you to believe about who you are, and what you’re worth, is absolute bullshit,” Five coos, his hands rubbing gently against your back. “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Y-you d-don’t know that. I’m going to lose you, Five,” You sob.

“Tell me what happened,” Five whispers. “Where did all of this come from?” He asks.

You swallow harshly, preparing yourself to explain to Five what you had seen. “I-I h-had a premonition,” You pause, attempting to collect your thoughts. “Y-you, w-well y-you…” You trail off, pulling away from Five. You study his face, his piercing blue eyes, his chocolate brown hair. A single tear falls from your eye and rolls down your jawline “Y-you d-died. Y-you’re g-going t-to…” You can’t go on. Five pulls you in again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Five says, his fingers combing through your hair again. “You aren’t going to lose me. It was just a vision. For all we know, it’ll remain a vision. It might not turn into anything more.”

You sniffle. “I know what I saw. Five, s-someone i-is g-going to sh-shoot y-you.”

Five stops playing with you hair, and he has no response. Silence looms over the room. Unfortunately, your visions were more ‘accurate’ if they showed a specific cause of death, and the bullet wound in Five’s chest was a clear and specific cause of death.

“Wh-what a-are we going t-to do?” You ask, pulling away from Five. For once in his life, Five is at a loss for words. He always had some sort of response for everything. He always had some sort of answer. Sometimes, it came off as cocky, or smug, but regardless, he always knew what to do. He always had a plan.

This time, however, was different. This could very well be the end of everything.

Five swallows harshly, his ocean eyes searching yours as if it was the last time he would ever be able to see you. “I-I d-don’t know,” Five says, standing up. He begins to pace back and forth. “Do you know who k-killed me?” Five asks.

“N-no, but you were under a sycamore tree. I don’t know what was so important about that, but that was…well, that was where I f-found y-you,” You explain.

Five shakes his head. “Maybe it’s The Handler, or The Commission,” Five begins to pace faster, his steps becoming more rushed and frantic. “Are you sure it was a bullet wound? Maybe Vanya somehow escaped again? Maybe it was her?”

You simply shake your head, unable to give Five a real answer. It’s impossible for you to form coherent thoughts or sentences at a time like this. Whoever killed Five could be anyone, or anything. Maybe Vanya did escape, and maybe she found a gun. Maybe The Handler caught Five messing with time again, or found something new to blame him for. Nevertheless, everything was happening so quickly. All hell was breaking loose.

“Is there anything else you noticed about what you saw, anything that could help us?” Five questions. He stops pacing, and sits back down on the bed next to you.

“Wh-when I f-found y-you, i-it was night,” You explain, sniffling a bit. You remember what he was wearing when you found him. “You had on a Bowie shirt, and a flannel, and jeans.”

Five scratches the back of his neck anxiously. “That’s what I was going to wear today. I had the day planned for us. I was hoping you’d want to go see a showing of The Man Who Fell to Earth at that old theater downtown…” Five trials off.

Tears continue to stream down your cheeks. “Th-then t-today i-is…” You don’t have the strength to finish your sentence.

“Not if we don’t go out. Maybe we can cheat death,” Five’s eyes light up with hope.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

To Be Continued…

tags: @drawingsupernova

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satansoori · 7 years ago

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Pastel//Woozi x Reader

Genre: Fluff / Light Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink, marking

A/N: Requested by my lovely @bikerwoozi ; my first ever time posting my writing oof

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satansoori · 7 years ago

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Yellow💛

This is my first seventeen based writing so I hope its good. Let me know what you think ^-^ I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now so I hope I was able to convey it well!

~·~

Jihoon hated the color yellow.

It reminded him of the sun peeking through the curtains to wake him after a long night in the studio.

He hated how naturally bright the color was, making him turn his head in annoyance when confronted with it.

He hated how it didn’t go with anything and how it didn’t look good on him at all.

He hated the color yellow.

Until he saw you.

Your yellow sundress caught his attention when normally he would turn away. He found himself immersed in your appearence, following your movements as you moved around the market.

Your smile, brighter than even your dress, made his body feel lighter and he almost smiled at the feeling.

“What are you looking at?” He glanced at Soonyoung, noticing the confused look on his friend’s face. Jihoon looked back out to the crowd, realizing he had lost you.

“Nothing. Let’s go catch up to Coups.” He sighed, unknown to Soonyoung as they turned to follow their group.

~·~

A couple weeks had passed since then and Jihoon found himself distracted almost daily. His mind had often wandered to your smile and that bright yellow dress you wore.

He found himself enjoying the sun some mornings, welcoming the light to wash over him. And he no longer turned his head away from the bright color when it reached his vision, whether in the appearance of flowers, clothes, or anything else.

But, he was annoyed.

Annoyed that he didn’t know why he couldn’t focus.

Annoyed that you ran through his mind and he had no idea what your name was.

His friends were concerned. They saw how he threw his newly written lyrics in the trash after glancing over them once. His annoyance when they told him the words were lovely, only to have him respond with “They’re not bright enough.”

Finally, after a month of hiding away, they convinced him to join them on an outing.

~·~

The trip to the market did little to help ease Jihoon’s chaotic mind. While the others grabbed food for the week, he walked around casually, looking at small items that didn’t really peak his interest.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you. Your smile just as radiant as before, carrying a yellow bag as you shopped.

His body felt light again and this time he couldn’t stop the smile that worked its way across his lips. Behind him, he heard the voices of the boys getting more distant, signalling for him to follow. But instead, his feet decided to walk away from them and towards you.

As he got closer, he could hear your beautiful laugh and his heart soar. He felt free almost. He reaches you, stopping immediately as your eyes meet his.

“Good morning.”

Your voice was heavenly.

“Good morning.”

And that was all it took. One date lead to two and two eventually turned to four.

On one of those dates you had asked him a question that he answered with no hesitation.

“Jihoon, what’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

And he truly did love yellow.

He smiled more mornings than he ever had before. He started to wear the color, suddenly finding it to look perfect on himself. And the color now decorated his work space.

A yellow picture frame of the two of you sat by his computer. A bear in a yellow shirt that you gave him as a gift watches over his keyboard. And smaller trinkets you had given him to brighten the place up are scattered around.

Because to Jihoon, yellow is you. You are just as bright and as warm as the color itself. To reject the color is to reject you, and that’s something he just could never do.

Jihoon loved the color yellow.

He loved the way it made your eyes shine.

He loved how the color looked in your matching shirts.

He loved you.

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