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The Girl Code

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

I got really bored today and my sister is rewatching One Tree Hill, so it inspired this Teen Dramaish imagine I guess

You love Peter Parker, and he was a not so subtle crush on you, the only problem is that he’s your best friend’s ex

Word Count- 1.1k

// Masterlist //

Warnings- None really, bad writing, cliche plot line

Freshman year was awkward for all persons involved. First dates, prom, diving headfirst into the stresses of high school and figuring out what you want to do with the rest of your life, not having even decided on what classes to take Sophomore year yet. Luckily, you had your best friend there with you, you stressed at first, not knowing if you were both qualified for the STEM school of your dreams, but test results came back and in a flurry of acceptance letters and freshmen orientation, you started high school at Midtown with your best friend. You two were always together, the epiphany of “Are they gay or best friends?” meme. Tris, and you luckily had every class together, along with a certain Peter.

The both of you thought he was potential “boyfriend” material, and because of your common interest, it caused strain on the relationship, a sad yet true trope of high school. Not wanting to lose one of your only friends, you backed off, favoring to let Tris take the chance of dating. Apparently, it worked out and they began dating. You were absorbed in Peter’s friend group, which was only Ned. Ned was a great friend, you took turns third-wheeling with Tris and Peter and planned some platonic dates just to get away from the disgustingly cute couple. The relationship between Tris and Peter was as strong as the bracelets they give you at concerts or amusement parks, but it had it’s rough patches like all relationships do. Especially when Peter’s Uncle Ben died in the summer before Sophomore year, to say the least, Tris was Peter’s hero, pulling him out of some dark hole and keeping him steady as he adjusted to his newly single guardian life.

That’s when things got strange, Peter started acting weird, skipping dates and ignoring texts and calls. Tris would voice her concerns to you, she missed the dork who would dumpster dive for robot parts and rant about Star Wars, and in your repressed emotional state, you did too. The strange behavior almost doubled after Peter somehow got a Stark Internship. Ned joined in on the behavior and for the first time since Freshman year, you felt like an outsider. Tris was even more stressed and worried, you loved your best friend, and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t hold some grudge against Peter for putting her through something like that. It stopped briefly when Peter lost the internship and asked his girlfriend to Homecoming, you went with Ned and Michelle to avoid awkwardness. At this point, you couldn’t help but still crush a little on Peter, no matter how cliche it sounds, but he made Tris happy and you didn’t want to ruin it.

In a turn of events, you weren’t the person to ruin the couple’s relationship, Peter was. It was seemingly the final straw when he left Tris on the dance floor, with nothing but a simple “Something came up”. You were furious, you made your way to your friend of almost 10 years to make sure she was ok. Tears brimming in your brown eyes, you wanted to beat Peter to a plump, how dare he just leave her all alone, embarrassing her in front of the whole school? You explained your reasoning to Tris, who told you it wasn’t worth it, even Ned admitting to wanting to give him a “man to man” talk before running off to the computer lab. You, Tris and Michelle left the dance after another song, deciding that after tonight, all you needed was some pizza, ice cream and a movie.

While in the middle of ‘A League of Their Own’, Peter called Tris, wanting to apologize for his actions at the dance, and much to the surprise of your entire friend group, she broke up with him. Right as Kit was being traded to another Team, after a simple ‘We’re over’ she promptly hung up and returned to the movie, like it was nothing.

After months of not talking to each other, they came to the conclusion that they were better off apart, persuaded by you and Ned, of course, not wanting to lose any friends, again. By Junior year, everything was fine and they were on a good basis. This caused your old feelings to resurface once again and after years of repressing them, they returned stronger than ever. You could barely maintain eye contact without stumbling and avoided Peter as much as having the same schedule could let you do. You let the sports that you participated in take over, going to extra practices and as many team outings as you could, just to avoid Peter and your feelings. This worked, for like two weeks. Ned voiced his concerns to you, as well as Tris.  You blamed it on the stress of life, choosing the edge stylings of Jughead Jones, complaining about modern society rather than expressing your feelings.

Dating your best friends ex was against all rules of “the Girl Code”, so you pushed them down, like trying to fit just one last thing in the garbage can so you didn’t have a reason to take it out just yet. Until Peter cornered you in the hallway before school ended.

You walked briskly to your locker, throwing all of your books in your locker, hoping that you weren’t late to volleyball practice yet again. Knowing your coach, you would make you run, which you hated, especially in the last August heat.  As you were closing your locker, Peter appeared behind you, successfully scaring the shit out of you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” the look in his eyes told you he was serious.

A line from Eminem’s Lose Yourself comes to mind.

“I ha-have no idea what you could be talking about” you stammered, walking towards the gym, where the girl’s locker room was located.

“Yes, you do! What’s wrong, did I do anything- Y/N!” he had to sprint to catch up with you. You continued to ignore him, adjusting your bag strap and walking faster. Peter grabbed your shoulder, stopping you from your Great Escape™️.

“Hey, just talk to me, what’s wrong?” concern filled his voice, you looked everywhere but his eyes, knowing that the hopeless romantic you are, you’d probably get lost in them or something.

One glance at the clock told you that you would already supposed to be dress out for practice, therefore making you late, for the second day in a row.

“Look, Pete, I’m late for volleyball, we can talk about this later.” with that you turned away and practically sprinted away from the boy. Leaving him in the hallway with nothing but the softening sounds of your footsteps.

Douchebag Dilemma

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Part two of Girl Code and example of how I can’t title things

You love Peter Parker, and he was a not so subtle crush on you, the only problem is that he’s your best friend’s ex  

Word Count - 1.2k

// masterlist // part one

Warnings- bad writing, some weird analogies

The night that Tris broke up with Peter, to be frank, sucked. The adrenaline from saving Tony Stark’s equipment and the plane crash wore off almost immediately, replaced by dread. Not the same as when he was facing almost certain death only hours earlier, but one that he knew would only be temporary. Temporary is stretching it, maybe like 3 weeks did the post break up emotions wear off and he was friends with Tris again. It was almost like nothing ever happened. Everything was back to normal, he was still Spiderman, he and Tris were on good terms, he aced the Spanish Quiz they took Monday, and he even managed to convinced Aunt May to get a cat.

This ‘New Peter’ didn’t last very long, as he fell back into some old habits. He felt a crush growing, like an infestation of feelings. He found himself staring at you for a few seconds too long and imagining you in his arms, like some Knight in Shining Armor saving the Damsel in Distress. He wished he could be your Prince Charming. This was different compared to his feelings for Tris, they felt- awkward.

Dating your ex’s best friend is a dickbag move, he decided. It seemed like a very Flash-thing to do, and if Peter wanted anything, it’s to never act like Flash. The douchebag-ery of it all pushed Peter away from telling Ned, let alone you. For all he knows, you could still hate him for what happened with Tris last year. Dating you would put so much stress on the dynamic of the group that it might snap. Maybe Peter was overreacting, but his ‘Better safe than sorry’ attitude took the reins right from his rational thoughts, steering rights towards destruction.

These last few weeks you ignored all of Peters calls and texts, avoiding him like the plague at school and all in all being a huge dick. He mapped it in his head, feeling like some sort of FBI agent, logging that you started distancing yourself around the start of Junior year, stopped answering his texts around two weeks ago, never returning his phone calls last week, finally just stopped hanging out with him two days ago…

The more Peter thought about this, the sadder he became. His insecurities taking hold of himself. He talked to Ned about it, who said that you told him that it was school stress, deciding that it wasn’t a viable explanation, he asked Tris, your best friend, who remarked about how she only acted like that Freshman year. Frustrated enough, his sadness turned to anger. He actively tried to find you in the halls, but it seemed as though you disappeared before Peter could catch you.


It wasn’t creepy that he memorized the Volleyball schedule, after almost 3 weeks of continuous silence from you, Peter needed answers. The time when everyone else would be gone so it was a private as he could get without inviting you to his house, although one would question how private his apartment is, as his Aunt doesn’t know how to knock.

Volleyball Practice starts at 2:50, giving him at least 10 minutes to talk before you had an excuse to leave. The final bell rang, and he jumped out of his seat and practically leapt to the door, quickly scanning the crowded halls for you. Pushing past all of the other students, he found your locker. You were there, hastily shoving books into it. Peter approached you carefully, acting like you were some wild animal that could kill him at any second. It wasn’t until you slammed your locker closed that you noticed Peter, you visibly jumped.

Staring you straight in the eyes, Peter asked in the strongest voice he could muster, “Why are you avoiding me?”

Your (ec) eyes widen, you opened your mouth trying to get at least some sort of explanation though.

“I ha-have no idea what you could be talking about” you rushed, stumbling on the first words. 

A moment of pregnant silence.

You turned away and briskly walked towards the gym. Peter looked at the clock, noticing that he only had three more minutes. He turned back to your retreating figure.

“Yes! You do! What’s wrong? Did I do anything- (Y/N)!” The desperation in his voice made him cringe, running to catch up with you, he grabbed your shoulder, looking in your eyes, he thought he saw a flash of something deeper than just stress, concern filled his mind rather than frustration.

“Hey,” he took your chin so you were facing him once again, “Just talk to me, what’s wrong?” He presses his lips together as he waited for your answer, wondering why your eyes never landed on one certain spot, let alone on him.

You pushed him away, stating that you were late to practice, you turned and ran the other direction. His expression varied as you ran away, going from confusion to sadness in seconds. How he managed to get his best friend and newest crush to hate him was unknown to him.

He glumly wobbled to the school entrance, he already missed his train and skipped Delmar’s for today, hoping that some crime-fighting would take you off his mind. Ned connected to Peter”s suit in no time, the familiar tune of the Kim Possible ringtone sounded in his ears, a jingle that Ned begged to get put in, saying that it matched their dynamic perfectly.

Ned couldn’t go 10 minutes without asking what happened, Peter’s unusual silence slight scaring him.

“Do you think she hates me?”

“Who? Not to be rude or anything but a lot of girls hate you.”

“Yn, she practically sprinted away from me when I tried to talk to her.” The disappointment in his voice very evident, a knowing smirk came across Ned’s face.

“Dude, you’re, like, totally whipped for her aren’t you?”

“What- No-I don’t know how you came to that, that idea-thingy” he mumbled, swinging from apartment building to apartment building.

“Dude, I’ve been friends for like, ever, I pick up on how you act around crushes and stuff. I had my suspicions, but you just basically confirmed it- ” No matter how creepy that sounded, Peter paid no mind to it, choosing to ignore Ned’s babbling and focusing on not face planting into some Women’s Razor billboard again.

The rest of the night was boring, around 12 he returned home. He debated on texting you for the 30 billionth time as he got in PJs. He checked his phone as he plugged it into the wall, surprised to see your picture on his home screen.

He scrambled to unlock his phone. Stopping to breath, trying to act like he didn’t just have a heart attack from seeing you texted him, he slowly opened the messages. The rows and rows of grey lines of text made him cringe, the contents varying from test questions to hang out planning. Rarely any blue, if there was, it was most likely one word answers. The newest ones sat there, on his screen.


So I guess this is me apologizing for earlier?

I tried calling you, but it went straight to voicemail?

If you’re ignoring me I totally understand

The last one had a timestamp of two minutes ago, meaning that you were more than Likely still awake and willing to talk to him again. He typed a simple ‘Meet me at Delmars after school tomorrow’ and fell right asleep. A slight smile on his face.

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the signs as some of my favorite kpop songs

capricorn: wake me up by b.a.p

aquarius: sweet lies by exo

pisces: one of these nights by red velvet

aries: gashina by sunmi

taurus: move by taemin

gemini: clap by seventeen

cancer: yes no maybe by suzy

leo: go go by bts

virgo: likey by twice

libra: newton by monsta x

scorpio: mic drop by bts

sagittarius: from zero by monsta x

You Talk Too Much

 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Loki x Reader

 Word count: 1.039

 Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

 “Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

 “On your knees.”

 Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

 “You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

 Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

 “Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

 “You dare to…”

 “Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

 “Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

 “What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

 “Why should I even listen to you?”

 “It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

 “I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

 You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

 After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

 “Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

 “I’m not the kind of person who…”

 “Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

 “You’re not my king.”

 “Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

 “Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

 “You talk too much.”

 “I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

 “What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

 “Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

 “I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

 “If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

 “I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

 “How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.

 A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

 “A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

 You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

 “I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

 “Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

 “I did.”

 You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You’re a jerk!”

“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

 “Oh my God. You are so funny.”

 “I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

 “You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”


 “Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

 “I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

 “You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

 “You say it like it’s a curse.”

 “It isn’t.”

 “Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

 “I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

 “If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

 “Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

 “We may take some hours.”

 Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

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Don’t Say You Love Me. Tom Holland x Reader.

Based very loosely (basically just the chorus)  on the song “Don’t Say You Love Me” by Fifth Harmony.It’s such a lovely song but it’s soooo sad so yeah,This is my first imagine so please be kind,give me feedback please luvs. ily all so much thank you.Enjoy my luvs<3<3<3.

Don’t Say You Miss Me, When You Don’t Call…

You and Tom have been dating for a year and a half now, you met through mutual friends at a party right before Spider-Man:Homecoming debated,and immediately hit it off.The beginning of your relationship was the best part of it all,until the press tour came,and Tom started getting more Interviews,and job offers for movies,that were away from you.You looked at your phone seeing yet again no call from Tom,its been at least a week since you’ve talk maybe longer,and the loneliness hurt.He would always cancel on you and apologize to you saying he was “sorry” and that he would “make it up to you”,sure you understood and everything he’s a busy guy he’s the next big thing,but how much can you fake before it starts to get to you.

Don’t Say You’re Hurtin, Without The Scars…

“I really miss you love”, he would say over and over whenever one of your plans were yet again postponed,or to be honest canceled. His familiar voice rang in your head as you lay on your bed that you and tom once shared,You know that he’s hurting just as much as you, you didn’t know how much more you could take he would say he ‘misses you’ and ‘wishes you were here’ with him, and you did wish, every day you did. But how could he possibly be hurting as much as you are, he’s living his dream,traveling the world with his best friends, and you are happy for him, god you’re so proud of him for doing what he loves.But then, you’re just here….without him.

Don’t Promise Me Tonight, Without Tomorrow too…

“I’m really sorry love, but we have to cancel tonight”, Tom’s voice vibrated in your head, aching, You rarely ever see each other, hang out on date nights or just your little walks anymore, let alone calling each other. You wondered if you two have become distance, and the bad kind of distance, the distance that marks the end of most relationships,You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get some sleep but your mind was racing of all the times you and tom got to hang out, and even spend the night together. Only to remember in the morning he would be already gone and you would be alone, yet again.

Don’t Say You Love Me, Unless You Do…

Your thoughts were cut off by a text from your phone,You get up to see it was none other than Tom.Scrolling through the texts above you saw the same thing over and over again. Your heart ached, it was too much for you, you read his text “You know I love you darling,…right?”. Your head hurt from all the memories,and your heart hurt from all the heartbreak you’ve been through when it came to Tom. You started to question, Does he really?.”Does he love me?”,you asked yourself out loud breathlessly in your empty apartment .You realized time and time again, that he doesn’t do those little things any more, like sending you texts every day wishing you a good day. No, that was the past. Even though your heart knew he did love and care about you deeply. Your mind was telling you otherwise, or known as the truth. You read the text one more time before shutting your phone off completely you were too tired to deal with this now, leaving his text on read,wrapping yourself in the blankets on your bed. Right before falling asleep the text Tom sent you lingered in your head, before shutting your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Don’t Say You Love Me, Unless You Do…

Guys, omg I hope you liked it, if you did plz like and reblog,send me feedback for confidence to write again I was super nervous to post this.please send in request too i love you guys so much i hope you enjoyed,also if you want to be added to my tag list ask me <3.ily guys.

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things needed after the reunion:

-soppy kisses. the ones where they say “i love you”, either before, after or during.

-mutual i love you’s. initiated by both robert and aaron on different occasions.

-hand holding, with fingers being intertwined

-thigh grabs. just do it.

-bed scenes i WILL PAY

-back hugs. you all knew this was coming

-neck kisses, the absolute softest pecks to the sexy scenes


peter parker x reader drinking game

take a shot every time:

-reader waits for peter in his room, only to discover that he’s actually spider-man

-reader is about to be robbed but is saved by spider-man
•aunt may advises the reader to not walk home alone at night
• “it’s fine, may!”

-reader nurses spider-man when he gets injured
•sexual tension when peter takes off his suit

-any liz or ned scene is replaced with reader

-reader is taken hostage

-spider-man fights reader during civil war when they’re on opposide sides
•tony/steve encourage both of them to “go for the other kid” when the battle starts
•reader is severely injured during the battle

-spider-man swings around queens with the reader in his arms
•spider-man drops off reader at the top of their building

-flash acts super pervy and touchy with the reader

-reader confesses her feelings for peter to spider-man



 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Paul x Reader

 Word count: 730

 “You’ve lost your mind.” You feel so nervous that a laugh escapes your mouth. “He’s my friend! He’s just a friend! Is that so hard to understand? ”

 “Yes, because he loves you!”

 “He doesn’t love me, Paul! I’ve known him since forever.” You sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds to try to calm down.

 Paul freaked out when you told him you spend the day with Dean, an old friend. He came from Canada to see you since it’s been two years you’re living here in Forks.

 “You’re naive. You’ve always been naive and you can’t see what I can!” Paul is shaking, just like he’s just about to shift. You’re not scared. You were never scared of his temper.

 “I am smart enough to understand these things, Paul.”

 “I don’t think so since you’re apparently on his side.”

 “I won’t stop talking to him just because you’re jealous.” Picking up your phone, you text your friend Marilyn. She’s the only one who can help you with this kind of problems.

 “Don’t.” Paul takes the phone from your hands, throwing it at the wall. Shocked by his action, you gasp, trying not to punch him and break your arm. “You won’t text him.”

 “I WAS TEXTING MARILYN!” You yell, running to your bedroom. You start to pack your things while Paul tries to make you stop and the rest of the pack who’s home watching from the door frame. When you accepted to move in with the pack or your own safety, you used to complain about all those eyes on your relationship, but now you don’t care. “I’m done. If you don’t trust me then there’s no reason for me to stay. I love Dean like a friend and I love you because you’re the love of my life. Not my fault you can’t understand it.”

 “(Y/N), I’m still talking. Be rational and finish this conversation like an adult. ” The tone of his voice is rude and it breaks your heart.

 “I’m still leaving.”

 “I need you to stop crying and explain to me what happened.” Marilyn gives you some ice cream so you can eat something while you cry your heart out.

 “I told him I wanted he to think about us. But he told me he didn’t need to think. Then I told him I needed to think. Do you really think I would break up with him?”

 “I’m still confused.” Always honest, Marilyn takes a deep breath.

 “It’s about Dean!” You shout, making your friend jump on the couch.

 “Oh. Got it. But Paul loves you so much and I can understand him. He’s scared to lose you.”

 “He’s the love of my life. I already told him that a million times!”

 “I’m sure you did, but how would you act if he spent a whole day with a woman? Even if she’s just a friend of his? A whole day alone with her while you stay home.”

 You put the ice cream down to think. Well, to rethink. Maybe, just maybe, this is kinda your fault. Paul wouldn’t freak out if he went with you. And no, you wouldn’t like him to spend all that time with a friend.


 “Yes, shit. I’m not saying you have to apologize, but I do can imagine how he felt.”

 “I love him, Mary. So much.” You whisper, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

 “Call him.”

 And that’s what you do. Fearing that he may be rude to you like he did earlier, you patiently wait for him to answer the phone. When he finally answers, you both keep silent. Hearing his breath is enough to make you want to be with him again and this feeling takes your breath away. You barely feel it, this weird pain in your chest, since you’re always together, but you just can’t take it.


 “(Y/N), you have no idea how it hurts. Being away from you is… too painful.”

 “I know, Paul, I… I’m sorry. I love you. No one but you.” With a smile on your lips, you help Marilyn to pack up your things again. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. Whenever I want to see Dean you can come. I didn’t know how much it hurt you.”

 “I’m coming to bring you home. I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

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Young God

Lucifer x Reader

A/n: I didn’t add the him questioning part in but it’s still (hopefully) what you wanted!

Warnings: like barley any blood, light Luce torture (for now), is the reader being sassy a warning? Language as always. Nothing bad.

Requested by Anon: Can I have an imagine where lucifer kidnaps the reader hoping to get information from her and kill her, but as he questions her he realizes he likes her a lot even when she’s covered in blood?

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He was so dead. It was all you could think about. Sooner or later the Winchester’s, also known as some of your closet friends, would have to come save the day. If they even realized you’d been kidnaped by the damn Devil. Why might you be kidnapped by the hotshot of Hell? Maybe because he’s got issues and thinks torturing you for information is the way to go. Logical right?

You were in some cracked out abandoned house. Same story, different kidnapping. This wasn’t your first rodeo either. The two asshat demons that had taken you from your totally peaceful and mundane dinner were standing by, guarding you before the man himself walked in.

His very presence dropped the temperature a good ten degrees at most. Instantly creating a visible path of goosebumps trailing along your exposed arms.

“What part of grab and go don’t you understand?” His decaying facial features were obviously not impressed with the wound on your head.

“Did you really think I would just go quietly?” You have no time for the black eyed bastards to answer him.

With a wave of his hand they were gone. Leaving you alone with the surprisingly cute Devil.

“What a peculiar thing you are…” with his right index finger, he trailed lightly along the lining of his lips as he pouted them slightly outward. “No wonder the wonder boys are so interested in you.”

Your eyes merely rolled at him, which you kind of sort of regretted. He was well, him.

“If you think you’re getting any information on where Joshua’s Horn is, you’re barking up the wrong vessel pal.” The words practically spat from your mouth.

A pleased yet amused smile was on his lips. “Right down to business then.”

“Why waste time making conversation when you just plan to dig into my mind anyways?” Where was all this courage coming from? Wherever it was, you liked it. The feeling it gave you.

Out of no where, a sharp vibrating noise began ringing throughout your ear drums. The sound only grew louder with each time you attempted to resist it from entering.

“Oops. You’ve got a little…” his hand motioned toward your nose which was obviously bleeding from the pain. “You know, we can just stop the fun where it’s starting if you spill the beans for me.”

Did he really expect you to give in so easily? “We’re just getting started. Besides, if a bad headache and a nose bleed is all you’ve got, I’ll be fine.” Leaning to the right with your head, you wiped away the blood on your old shirt. “I’ve had demons do a better job ‘torturing’ me than your doing.”

His facial expression dropped in a deadly serious way. “Are you comparing me to a demon? Of all the little rats that scurry the earth, that’s your go to?” Lifting his foot he took a step in your direction. Making your heart beat a little faster.

“I mean- if the shoe fits. Then lace that bitch up and wear it Cinderella.” Your mouth had no filter. Oh how you wished it did in this moment.

The powerful man before you just kept advancing in your direction. Until he was a hairs length away from you. The breathing filling your lungs was off and irregular. He noticed this instantly.

“Something wrong? Don’t tell me I’m making you nervous.” Both of his hands were resting on his bent knees.

Leaning forward until your noses were practically touching you spoke in an almost whisper.

“I’m not afraid of a pouting child with daddy issues.” The entire time your eyes remained at a deadlock with his.

Suddenly his back was turned to you, the restraints you had which were holding you to the chair were gone.

“You know kid,” there was a certain kind of pep in his talk. “I might just keep you around.”

In your mind you knew you should be scared. Terrified really. But for some reason- some God awful unknown reason, you loved the rush. The thrill of being around him. Thriving off of the powerful vibe he gave off made you feel alive.

“Better hope you can keep up with me, hot shot.”

Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) 13

A/N: I’ll add the tags soon, tumblr is acting weird!

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Philip still stayed in the room, much to your dismay. You wanted him to walk around, to experience the world for what it was now. But you didn’t push him, you knew how hard he was trying to feel better.

Alexander didn’t go in the room either, listening to his son’s requests. You gave Philip food every day, and he thanked you every time. He took showers in a small bowl that you gave him (you left him in the room when that happened). He didn’t want to wear any modern clothes, so you washed his clothes every other day.

Lafayette and you spent the most time with small Philip. The color was coming back in his skin, and he was looking much better than before. His skin wasn’t sticking to his bones, and the muscle was coming back.

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Sam holland  x reader hc

requested by @fandom-are-forever

request: “Im watching la la land rn and i have a heating pad on my shoulder and all i can think about is if sam were here and would like cuddle me and rub my feet and make me food and refuse to let me get up for anything”

warnings. curse words das all fam!

-you would just be having one of those days 

- those days that just make you want to go home and sleep and eat and cuddle with your lovely boyfriend sam holland 

-you would come home from your shitty day 

-plop yourself on the couch next to your boyfriend while staring at the tv that was playing 

-you guessed it sams favorite movie la la land 

-sam looking to you with a loving gaze immediately knowing today was just not your day 

-suddely he got up and walked over to the kitchen 

-you didn’t bother to look at what he was doing you just watched as the musical played on the screen

-just wanting cuddles and to feel loved 

-sam then came back with soup and a fork in one hand 

-and a heating pack in the other 

-you had a confused look on your face 

-watching your boyfriend gently place the things in his hands on the coffee table 

-and removing your socks to give you a foot massage 

-damn them hands felt good on your aching feet 

-sam then grabbed the heating pad and put it on your aching shoulder as you rubbed it removing your hands away from it letting the heating pad do its job

-you laid back relaxing while sam sang to you in perfect tune to the la la land music playing from the tv

-after a few mins of having a foot massage sam got off the floor and walked over to you 

-wrapped his loving arms and body around your whole body while resting his head on yours and kissing the top of your head

-saying soothing words into you mind while you rested your head on his chest and laid into his cozy self 

-you both felt as if you could stay there for god knows how long 

-feeling loved in the others arms 

-neither of you moved, just resting there, together,

- breathing in each others company 


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Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.


“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.


The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.


“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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names-add-meaning  asked:

Hey! I loved the ship and i’m just coming back for more. Could you write a Remus Lupin fic, where the reader and him are in a class where the teacher is against werewolves, and the reader is defending werewolves, even if she doesn’t know of his furry little problem. And Remus sort of approaches her after? Sorry this was long!

I’m so glad you liked it! Keep the requests coming! @names-add-meaning

Y/L/N = your last name

Originally posted by nellaey


Remus x Reader

Remus took deep breathes. In. Out. In. Out. 

Beside him, out of the corner of his eyes, Remus could see Sirius’ hands shaking in fury. James rested a hand on Remus’s forearm to offer a form of silent support, while Peter glanced nervously about, wondering how in the world they could help in this instance. 

“Werewolves are scourge on this earth. They are diseased murderers, who must be taken care of.” 

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