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texts w flirty bsf! percy jackson

i had so much fun with this! lmk if you would want more 💘💘

some of u aren’t carrying a constant yearning for love that consumes u and that must be nice

SHUT YOUR FACE, GRANDMA

“Oh my god, not her..!” Peter groans as he spots the substitute for their class. “Bro..” you sigh before turning to Peter, and grabbing the wrist of his flannel, dragging him to the class. “Wait, wait, wait!”

You quickly turn to Peter, “what, Peter?” Peter quickly looks at the substitute then back at you. “Do I have to?” Peter whines out, not wanting to go into the class. You nod, as if it was obvious.

“Now c’mon!” You continue pulling him to the classroom by the wrist of his flannel. Once you get into the classroom the substitute walks right over to you, “Don’t think I don’t see the dirty looks you have been giving me..”

You look at Peter from the corner of your eye, trying not to laugh. “Miss -“ The substitute turns to you very quickly before saying loudly “I honestly think it would be better for you to keep your mouth shut every once in a while.” You completely turn to Peter, a ‘wtf’ look on your face, slowly getting frustrated.

The substitute continues with this, “You’re grades would certainly improve..” You roll your eyes, “Shut your face, grandma!” You groan before looking up at the substitute.

The substitute is immediately infuriated, demanding you leave the class. You stifle your laugh as you gather your stuff, heading out of the classroom. You slowly make your way down the hall before you hear a voice yell “fuck!” You look behind you only to see Peter running at you.

Peter grabs your wrist, dragging you down the hallway and away from the classroom, laughing.

WHEN IS IT TOO FAR?

THIS ONESHOT HAS FOUL IMPLICATIONS. IMPLICATIONS INCLUDE RAPE AND MURDER‼️‼️‼️‼️ DONT READ IF THIS WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

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“I won’t stop until I go too far.”

(())

The line echoes over and over in his head, almost haunting him. He was tired.. oh so tired. He craved your touch, knowing he’d never feel it again. He craved Aunt May’s hugs, knowing he’d never feel those again, either.

Mr. Stark told him that the strange things he was feeling would leave, disappear. He told Peter he just needed time, that he’d get over it. Maybe he lied? No, he wouldn’t do that.. would he?

Peter sits in his bed, staring off into space as his thoughts spiral uncontrollably. Peter covers his face with his hands as the face of his ‘enemy’ replays again and again and again. It never seemed to stop.

Why won’t it stop?

Why can’t he stop thinking about it?

He laugh as Spiderman kneels in front of him, a small knife sticking out of his abdomen. The wound bled out, staining the suit a darker shade of red than it was. “You had potential, you really did.” He says, slowly advancing towards his crouched form. “Too bad you just weren’t good enough.”

He laughs again as he points to Aunt May’s body, resting on a stone a little bit away. Her skin was pale, her jewelry covered in dirt, and her clothes stained an ugly combination of red and brown. He kneels next to Spider-Man’s form, his hand gently resting on the knife in his abdomen, disrupting the patterns of the suit.

He grips the hilt of the blade, holding tightly. He speaks softly as he slowly pushes the blade farther into his abdomen, his other hand covering his mouth. His hand muffled his cries of pain,” I mean, you certainly weren’t good enough to save poor Aunt May. And your partner, too..” [V/N] smirks as he twists the blade to the right, Peter's body trembling in his hold.

“Their screams were so pretty.. too bad they didn’t last very long.” Peter's eyes widened at the mention of you, his eyes glazed over with tears. “They squirmed a lot.. almost had to knock them out.” [V/N] removes the hand covering Peter's mouth, moving both hands to the blade. “You.. you sick bastard!”

“Oh! I’m glad you’ve noticed!” [V/N] laughs as he twists the blade again, this time back to the left. Peter cries out in pain, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth. “What was their name again? [Y/N]?” Peter cries out again as [V/N] mentions your name, tears brimming in the edges of his eyes.

“They felt soo good! And their cries… oh their cries. So beautiful..” The tears fall freely down Peter's face as [V/N] spoke of the foul things he did. “Hey,” [V/N] turns to Peter, his hands still on the hilt of the blade. “Have you ever wondered what it felt like to gut someone?”

Peter stops moving, his breath hitching. “I’d always wondered, but I’d never been able to try it out until [Y/N] came along.”

Peter stares at [V/N] in a mix of horror and disbelief. “No..” Peter starts. “Please don’t tell me..” [V/N] smirks as he continues, “Their blood was such a stunning shade of red.. so pretty. They put up quite a bit of a fight. Too bad it was all for nothing.”

Peter cries out in pain, his heart aching and throbbing, the rest of the world seemingly had gone silent. Too silent. [V/N] laughs loudly, abruptly pushing the blade further into Peter's abdomen as the teen cries. “Why won’t you stop..?” The teen cries out, hiccups interrupting his sentence a few times. His voice cracked, tears escaping from his red eyes and down his face.

[V/N] smirks softly as he bends slightly and whispers into Peter's ear. “I won’t stop until I go too far.”

———-/////—————————-

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Your condescending laugh replays in his mind, almost like a mantra of your voice. Your voice is all he can think of. The way it sounded so condescending, yet loving. The way you mockingly spoke to him as if he were a small child.

“I’ll always love you,” the man spoke to his love. “I’ll always love you as long as I live.”

He didn’t understand then, and he most certainly didn’t understand now. Why would you say a thing only to lie? Why? What caused you to react the way you had? Was it something he had done?

“Oh dear.. tut tut. You don’t seem to get it, do you?”

He craves you - he craves your hugs, he wants your little notes you left him, he craves to only hear your voice, if only just once.

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

Your words stung. They really did. Except he can’t seem to hate you. It’s unfortunate. The more he tries to hate you, the more he ends up hating himself.

He hates himself for making you think that way. He hates himself for not being good enough for you. He hates everything about himself. He can’t hate you, even if he wished he did.

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

He really thought that you could manage to love him. He really did. He thought by saying these bold words he’d never otherwise speak, that it’d somehow lure you in, almost like a moth to a flame. However, his words seemed to have the opposite effect - they only drive you further away.

——————

LET'S FALL IN LOVE FOR THE NIGHT

You knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t - it wasn’t allowed. But oh, was it amazing.

Every touch, every word he spoke, every move he made - it was perfect. He was perfect. He, of course, would never know. You’d never let him. He’d never find out.

(())

You turn to him as you softly speak, almost in a whisper, “Let’s fall in love for the night. Just for tonight. No more, no less.” He then turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “Oh, my love. Tonight is such a short time.”

“I wish it were more.” You say as his hand moves to your face, cupping your cheek.

You then slowly kiss him, your lips pressing against his own. Your head turned only slightly, his hand on your cheek, your lips on his - it was all so overwhelming. It made you feel as if everything was alright. ‘What a change.’ You pull away, the feeling of his lips on yours seeming to linger.

“Why can’t every day be like this?” You ask, looking at him for a brief second before staring off into the sky full of shining stars as you grip his hand. “Because time doesn’t wait for us, my love. Time is brutal - it’s what we always wish we had more of. The more time we have, the more greedy we become.”

“Time doesn’t stop just because we’d like it to. And I’m afraid now isn’t our time.” He then lets go of your hand and stands up, brushing off his trousers. You grab onto your shirt tightly as you watch him walk away from you. You stare at him longingly, wishing you could’ve had more time.

((()))

You watch as he stands at the altar, awaiting his lovely bride. You sit in the front row, your heart seeming to break with every interaction he has with the bride. You can’t bear it - it hurts. It hurts so much, you feel suffocated.

You watch as they speak their vows and ‘I do’s’, tightly clenching your hands together, half moons being pressed in your skin from your nails. You then sigh, as you watch them kiss - officially sealing their love, their marriage. “I guess we did fall in love for that night.”

𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 33, but there is some dialogue not counted.

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱: All (Any time theres a pronouns used it says he/she/they)! <3

A/N: Has some cliches *swoons* also not proofread so if you see any mistakes lmk

Okay so I was thinking this is like 7th year, and James is starting to lose hope on Lily.

The christmas ball is announced and he asks her and she says no so he asks her again and she says no and he ends up giving up around the fourth try

So he goes to the ball alone just sort of hanging out with Remus and Sirius who went together

You always sort of kept a low profile at school, you were a Hufflepuff and never really stood out

You got good grades, never had detention, etc

You had a few friends, and of course your best friend, Manon

She was the one to convince you to not only go all out for the Christmas ball but also to even go.

“Please, Y/N! It’d be so fun, we’ll be together the entire time, and we’ll dance together, and gossip, and- oh my merlin- who else am I going to criticize others with?” She begged, literally on her knees in front of the couch you were reading on.

“I don’t know, Manon, I’d have to buy (a) dress/dress robes and I’d probably never even wear it/them again so…”

“So you can rent one/some! I’ll help you get some that make you the best dressed there! And you’ll shock people, and then you’ll get asked to dance, oh my.. this is an amazing idea.. please, Y/N!” You take one look at her and cave, letting out a big sigh, you nod.

“Okay, fine, we can do it.”

“Fuck yes!”

Okay so time skip to the night of the ball

Manon leaves ahead of you so you can have a dramatic, cliche, entrance

And when you do, all eyes are on you

You look unrecognizable

James’ eyes are among those eyes and he pretty much falls in love with you as soon as he sees you.

He walks up to you and you guys kinda immediately click

Like have you ever met someone who is like your perfect fit??

You guys were like jelly on toast

Super cliche thing to say but like yknow

You guys dance a bunch and you dont even really talk to anyone else except Manon when she’s leaving and asks if you’re going to go with her

You didn’t.. obviously..

You and James danced, laughed, and talked all night

You guys were some of the last to leave

James walked you back to your common room and he doesn’t make a move or anything but you sorta do

You, on a whim, kiss him on the cheek before leaving him looking like a fool in the hall

When the door closes he literally freaks out

Like that boy has been pining over the same girl for the past six years and he hasnt even thought of anyone else so I am a FIRM believer that boy is touch starved.

He makes his jolly little way back to his dorm

The next morning he is like happily whistling and Sirius is like 🤨🤨

So he of course interrogates him at breakfast.

“Alright, this has gone on long enough. What did you do to make you this excited?” Sirius asked, leaning into his best friend.

“What? Am I not allowed to just be in a good mood?”

“No you’re not. It’s 9 in the morning and you were out till 2!”

“Well let’s just say maybe I do have some moves.” He smugly replies, smirking. Sirius dramatically gasps and grabs his heart.

“Lily finally gave in?” James scrunches up his face.

“What? No. Y/N L/N. The person of my dreams.”

Sirius has like no clue who you are even after James describes you in great detail.

You’re the topic of their conversation for the rest of the day.

Speaking of the day, James is looking out for you whenever he can but doesn’t really see you until he sees you and Manon come into the great hall for dinner.

“Holy shiiiiiiit. There she/he/they is/are! How do I look?” James asks, turning to Remus, who will be the bluntest out of all his friends.

“Your hair is sticking out every where.”

“Perfect!”

James gets up and walks over to you and Manon winks at you and then sits down.

“Why hello there Y/N! Fancy seeing you here.” James says dawning a smirk.

“It’s the Great Hall.” You giggle. The brunette boy stares at you blankly.

“Oh. Yeah. How was your day?”

“It was alright. I keep almost falling asleep though. Someone kept me up after all.” You grin at each other.

“I bet he was very charming.”

“He sure was! I had a great time last night.”

“He probably did too. He’s also probably wondering if you would want to go to Hogsmseade with him on Saturday.” This flusters you.

“Hm.. well if you happen to see him, let him know he could probably pick me up at 11.”

“I will!” James leans down and kisses your cheek. “Have a good dinner. I’ll see you Saturday!” You laugh as he jogs back to his table.

He goes back to his table to celebrate with his friends and you just watch fondly as you go to sit with Manon.

Over all, the boy is smitten.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ꨄ

Dancing at 3am

Fandom: Harry Potter 

Pairing: marauders x reader platonic

Warnings+Others: idiocy, fluff, ok so, I actually made a playlist for this :) and I’m depressed rn so it’s a lot of modern songs leave me alone. Extremely short <33 a newt fic should be coming soon. 

The Milky Way was shining overhead, the colors all mixed together and shined down on you and your friends. 

Remus looked unbothered at you and James dancing on the tables. 

Sirius joined you two soon after the next song started. 

“There’s a stranger in my bed. There’s a pounding in my head!” 

Remus failed to fight back a smile, Sirius soon took his hand and dragged him up the bench and onto the table. 

“Last Friday night. Yeah, we danced on table tops,”

Soon enough you finally got Remus to start dancing with you. Sirius and James were busy doing an odd version of a tango.

He was smiling and laughing along with you, holding you close as Sirius tried to get you to dance with him and James. 

“You and me could write a bad romance!” Sirius had finally taken you out of Remus’s hold. Laughing as you held onto his shoulders for support. 

You pulled Remus and James to you and Sirius. “I want your love and all your lover’s revenge-“ James yelled out, you laughed.

None of you noticed McGonagall smiling and walking away from the Great Hall’s doors.

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I got depressed enough to write this. Take it until I get this depressing Newt Scamander fic out. Maybe you’ll get headcanons tomorrow if I get enough self control to stay away from my playlists <33 

midnight.