Big Bad

Anon asked: Plz an imagine Peter Parker where he’s best friends with y/n but secretly likes her and gets pissed off when a jock flirts with her so he uses his spidey powers and kicks his ass? And then you decide where it goes from there, haha sorry if this is too long. thanks pal ;)

“Like I said, nothing to worry ab-” Peter faded out as he stuck his head into his locker to rummage around while Y/N leaned against the ones next to him. 

“Nothing to worry about,” you scoffed, chipping at the already peeling cobalt blue paint covering the locker. “Coming from Peter Parker, the smartest kid in this school, I’m sure you are completely right. Nothing to worry about for you." 

You glanced around Midtown high school with a heavy sigh as a loud crash echoed from your best friends locker. 

Not even flinching, your face broke into a smirk. Who knows what that boy had shoved in that poor thing. 

Before you could say anything, his voice called out, "I’m okay!" 

Laughing, and shaking your head, you looked away to see Flash Thompson smiling down at you. 

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Promise (Marauders x Sirius x Reader)

It was chilly, a slight breeze turning the base of ones breath visible in the dusk air. Spring had arrived, and small buds of flowers and grass had begun to rise. Now, one could gaze upon it with sadness, the stones rising from the ground as grim reminders of the past, of all the memories, painful and bitter. One might say it was quite poetic and beautiful, if they were to gaze upon the scene, how perfectly calm everything seemed to be, but that would only prove their ignorance. But you see, to those of personal connection, this small plot, six feet under, held something so heartbreaking, their breaths came in painful gasps. Their vision would blur together and they would struggle to remain upright, that was the pain of living while those you loved did not. Truly, for those who were gone, the last enemy to be destroyed is death, but for those who remain, it is, perhaps, the very thing that makes one crave it.

X

“Come on guys! You have to promise!” You had laughed, pushing your hair out of your face and your cheeks tinting a slight red. The six of you had stood on the edge of the astronomy tower, looking out across the grounds and black lake. “You know we will, do we have to bloody promise?” Sirius had shook his head at you, humor written all over his face. “It’s the thought! I mean, this is our last night at Hogwarts, after this, we go out into the world! We have to promise to meet every month at least!” You cried indignantly and Sirius pulled you closer, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead. “She’s right,” Lily had nodded, her red hair curling in the gentle breeze. “We don’t know how long we’ve got.” “Geez, way to make it depressing Lils,” James had given his girlfriend a sidelong glance. “It’s true. We might not make it to 20,” Remus had shrugged, leaning his arms on the railing. “Okay, okay,” James stuck his arm out. “I promise, that we will meet every month at least.” Remus added his hand, then Lily, Peter, Sirius, and lastly you, with a huge smile on your face. “Promise.”

X

To anyone else, a small, rag-tag group of young adults stood gathered in a small cemetery might seem out of the ordinary. It was so strange, that a once abnormal occurrence was depressingly common. Just two months ago, they had been here for Marlene’s ceremony. But now, they were here for you. James and Lily arrived first. Lily Potter was tucked under the arm of her husband, her arm on her slightly protruding stomach.Her mascara had run onto her face, her tears leaving thick trails. Her red hair was knotted and dull, evidence to her pulling at it and running her hands through it, trying to get her mind off the sharp pain in her heart.

X

“We’re best friends right?” You had asked her the night before you left for the end of your first year. “Of course. Why?” A young Lily had asked curiously. “I just don’t want you to forget me,” you had smiled awkwardly and Lily had hugged you tightly. “Never! What girl could forget her best friend?”

X

James Potter clutched onto his wife, his glasses askew and his hand for once not fiddling with his hair every few seconds, no his free hand clutched onto a photograph of you two, a fat tear slipping down his cheek.

X

“You better not hurt her Potter!” You had threatened him, waving your finger in his face. “I would never!” James had nodded vigorously. “Good. Cause you might be one of my best friends, but Lily is my BEST friend and if you did I’d have to hurt you in the most brutal way possible,” you had smiled at him and nudged his shoulder, swinging your broom over yours. “Now let’s go kick Slytherin’s arse.”

X

Peter Pettigrew had arrived next, standing slightly off from the others, a heartbroken expression on his face. His feet shuffled at times, and his knees shook from wanting nothing more than to drop and never get up.

X

“What’s wrong Petey?” You had sat down on the steps your friend was on and looked at him worriedly. “Just the slytherins,” Peter had responded glumly. “They were saying I was too cowardly to be on Gryffindor.” “And you listened to them?” Peter furrowed his brows at you curiously. “I mean, the hat placed you here for a reason! You get to choose your path Wormtail, It’s your life. But if you ask me your pretty brave,” you smiled at him and ruffled his hair comfortingly.  

X

Remus arrived a few minutes later, coming to stand on Lily’s other side, a comforting hand on her shoulder. His hair messy, his chest heaving slightly with contained cries. He silently dropped a (Y/F/F) onto the fresh dirt and refused to meet anyone’s eyes.

X

“Remus!” You gasped in horror and rushed towards your friend, who had scratches and blood dripping down his face. “What happened?” “It’s nothin’,” he waved you off and tried to sulk back to his dorm, only to be stopped by you flinging his arm over your shoulder and bearing half of his weight. He sighed in relief as you helped him up the stairs. “Why’re you helping?” He asked tiredly as you leant him on his bed.   “Well I’m still your friend, even if you don’t want to tell me what happened.” “I’m a werewolf,” Remus rushed suddenly and you blinked slowly, before walking up and kissing his forehead as he leant back in his bead. “You don’t hate me?” He asked curiously and you laughed. “Rem, I could never hate you. I’m so sorry you go through that and I’m going to do everything in my power to help.”

X

Lastly, Sirius Black shuffled in. His hands stuffed in his pockets and his face was expressionless. His trademark smirk gone, his eyes hollow and rid of their shine. He wasn’t used to your absence, Every few seconds he would turn to look for you, and every few seconds his heart shattered more as he realized you would never be there again.

X

“Sirius Orion Black!” You shouted and he paused, his dark hair falling in his face. “What?” He sighed heavily. “I’m not allowed to date?” You quoted him from earlier. “Excuse me but you have dated every girl in hogwarts with the exception of me!” He turned around and crossed his arms. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I do that because the one girl I am in love with doesn’t think of me like that?” He took a step closer to you and you could feel his breath. You faltered for a second and looked up at him curiously. “Well then kiss her, prat. And see if your right,” you had raised an eyebrow in challenge, feeling braver than you felt. Sirius gave you his signature smirk before crashing his lips to yours.

X

No words were exchanged, but none were needed. James stared down at his wife and then turned his face towards the sky. Is this what would happen? One by one they would die, until none were left? The five stood there, until the sun began to slip farther from view, the darkness reflecting the mood, but not doing it justice. “We came,” Lily said softly, directing her words down to the grave. “How come we kept our promise but you didn’t keep yours?” Her voice cracked, showing how often she had been crying. But it wasn’t true, you were there, in spirit at least. You kept your promise. You stood, invisible to the human eye as you watched your friends, heartbroken. “Oh but Lily, I kept my promise. And now I’m always with you, with all of you. Until the very end, until we meet again.” You said and reached out, as if to brush the hair from her face, but your hand making no impact.

I’m gonna reblog this, cause I actually really like it?

Big Bad

Anon asked: Plz an imagine Peter Parker where he’s best friends with y/n but secretly likes her and gets pissed off when a jock flirts with her so he uses his spidey powers and kicks his ass? And then you decide where it goes from there, haha sorry if this is too long. thanks pal ;)

“Like I said, nothing to worry ab-” Peter faded out as he stuck his head into his locker to rummage around while Y/N leaned against the ones next to him. 

“Nothing to worry about,” you scoffed, chipping at the already peeling cobalt blue paint covering the locker. “Coming from Peter Parker, the smartest kid in this school, I’m sure you are completely right. Nothing to worry about for you." 

You glanced around Midtown high school with a heavy sigh as a loud crash echoed from your best friends locker. 

Not even flinching, your face broke into a smirk. Who knows what that boy had shoved in that poor thing. 

Before you could say anything, his voice called out, "I’m okay!" 

Laughing, and shaking your head, you looked away to see Flash Thompson smiling down at you. 

Keep reading

Promise (Marauders x Sirius x Reader)

It was chilly, a slight breeze turning the base of ones breath visible in the dusk air. Spring had arrived, and small buds of flowers and grass had begun to rise. Now, one could gaze upon it with sadness, the stones rising from the ground as grim reminders of the past, of all the memories, painful and bitter. One might say it was quite poetic and beautiful, if they were to gaze upon the scene, how perfectly calm everything seemed to be, but that would only prove their ignorance. But you see, to those of personal connection, this small plot, six feet under, held something so heartbreaking, their breaths came in painful gasps. Their vision would blur together and they would struggle to remain upright, that was the pain of living while those you loved did not. Truly, for those who were gone, the last enemy to be destroyed is death, but for those who remain, it is, perhaps, the very thing that makes one crave it.

X

“Come on guys! You have to promise!” You had laughed, pushing your hair out of your face and your cheeks tinting a slight red. The six of you had stood on the edge of the astronomy tower, looking out across the grounds and black lake. “You know we will, do we have to bloody promise?” Sirius had shook his head at you, humor written all over his face. “It’s the thought! I mean, this is our last night at Hogwarts, after this, we go out into the world! We have to promise to meet every month at least!” You cried indignantly and Sirius pulled you closer, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead. “She’s right,” Lily had nodded, her red hair curling in the gentle breeze. “We don’t know how long we’ve got.” “Geez, way to make it depressing Lils,” James had given his girlfriend a sidelong glance. “It’s true. We might not make it to 20,” Remus had shrugged, leaning his arms on the railing. “Okay, okay,” James stuck his arm out. “I promise, that we will meet every month at least.” Remus added his hand, then Lily, Peter, Sirius, and lastly you, with a huge smile on your face. “Promise.”

X

To anyone else, a small, rag-tag group of young adults stood gathered in a small cemetery might seem out of the ordinary. It was so strange, that a once abnormal occurrence was depressingly common. Just two months ago, they had been here for Marlene’s ceremony. But now, they were here for you. James and Lily arrived first. Lily Potter was tucked under the arm of her husband, her arm on her slightly protruding stomach.Her mascara had run onto her face, her tears leaving thick trails. Her red hair was knotted and dull, evidence to her pulling at it and running her hands through it, trying to get her mind off the sharp pain in her heart.

X

“We’re best friends right?” You had asked her the night before you left for the end of your first year. “Of course. Why?” A young Lily had asked curiously. “I just don’t want you to forget me,” you had smiled awkwardly and Lily had hugged you tightly. “Never! What girl could forget her best friend?”

X

James Potter clutched onto his wife, his glasses askew and his hand for once not fiddling with his hair every few seconds, no his free hand clutched onto a photograph of you two, a fat tear slipping down his cheek.

X

“You better not hurt her Potter!” You had threatened him, waving your finger in his face. “I would never!” James had nodded vigorously. “Good. Cause you might be one of my best friends, but Lily is my BEST friend and if you did I’d have to hurt you in the most brutal way possible,” you had smiled at him and nudged his shoulder, swinging your broom over yours. “Now let’s go kick Slytherin’s arse.”

X

Peter Pettigrew had arrived next, standing slightly off from the others, a heartbroken expression on his face. His feet shuffled at times, and his knees shook from wanting nothing more than to drop and never get up.

X

“What’s wrong Petey?” You had sat down on the steps your friend was on and looked at him worriedly. “Just the slytherins,” Peter had responded glumly. “They were saying I was too cowardly to be on Gryffindor.” “And you listened to them?” Peter furrowed his brows at you curiously. “I mean, the hat placed you here for a reason! You get to choose your path Wormtail, It’s your life. But if you ask me your pretty brave,” you smiled at him and ruffled his hair comfortingly.  

X

Remus arrived a few minutes later, coming to stand on Lily’s other side, a comforting hand on her shoulder. His hair messy, his chest heaving slightly with contained cries. He silently dropped a (Y/F/F) onto the fresh dirt and refused to meet anyone’s eyes.

X

“Remus!” You gasped in horror and rushed towards your friend, who had scratches and blood dripping down his face. “What happened?” “It’s nothin’,” he waved you off and tried to sulk back to his dorm, only to be stopped by you flinging his arm over your shoulder and bearing half of his weight. He sighed in relief as you helped him up the stairs. “Why’re you helping?” He asked tiredly as you leant him on his bed.   “Well I’m still your friend, even if you don’t want to tell me what happened.” “I’m a werewolf,” Remus rushed suddenly and you blinked slowly, before walking up and kissing his forehead as he leant back in his bead. “You don’t hate me?” He asked curiously and you laughed. “Rem, I could never hate you. I’m so sorry you go through that and I’m going to do everything in my power to help.”

X

Lastly, Sirius Black shuffled in. His hands stuffed in his pockets and his face was expressionless. His trademark smirk gone, his eyes hollow and rid of their shine. He wasn’t used to your absence, Every few seconds he would turn to look for you, and every few seconds his heart shattered more as he realized you would never be there again.

X

“Sirius Orion Black!” You shouted and he paused, his dark hair falling in his face. “What?” He sighed heavily. “I’m not allowed to date?” You quoted him from earlier. “Excuse me but you have dated every girl in hogwarts with the exception of me!” He turned around and crossed his arms. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I do that because the one girl I am in love with doesn’t think of me like that?” He took a step closer to you and you could feel his breath. You faltered for a second and looked up at him curiously. “Well then kiss her, prat. And see if your right,” you had raised an eyebrow in challenge, feeling braver than you felt. Sirius gave you his signature smirk before crashing his lips to yours.

X

No words were exchanged, but none were needed. James stared down at his wife and then turned his face towards the sky. Is this what would happen? One by one they would die, until none were left? The five stood there, until the sun began to slip farther from view, the darkness reflecting the mood, but not doing it justice. “We came,” Lily said softly, directing her words down to the grave. “How come we kept our promise but you didn’t keep yours?” Her voice cracked, showing how often she had been crying. But it wasn’t true, you were there, in spirit at least. You kept your promise. You stood, invisible to the human eye as you watched your friends, heartbroken. “Oh but Lily, I kept my promise. And now I’m always with you, with all of you. Until the very end, until we meet again.” You said and reached out, as if to brush the hair from her face, but your hand making no impact.

I'm gonna reblog this, cause I actually really like it?