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Stereotypical (6) second date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.

“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.

How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.

“You know what I mean, jerk”

“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”

Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.

“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”

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College Boy Part Two

Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.

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Y/N had never made friends easily. She was always the odd one out, people never noticed her, she felt invisible. She was always the friend who was left walking behind everyone else, when she spoke no one seemed to listen, and she was always invited last minute or not at all. It was a pity friendship between her and everyone else, and she hated it. She never felt important, she never bothered to try and make any more friends.

Y/N wished she had friends, she wished she could go and eat with someone in the dining hall. She wished that people invited her to sleepovers, she wished she could hold a conversation. She wished that she could be funny or open with others, but it had back fired every time and so she gave up.

It was Friday, and Y/N loved Friday’s. But not for the reason everyone else did, she didn’t go out to party, she wasn’t pregaming, she wouldn’t be found taking pictures in the streets with friends. She loved Friday’s because her roommate would go out to party, meaning she got the room to herself. Y/N took the chance to do laundry. She grabbed her basket, walking out into the hallway. She hears people laughing, running past her to catch the elevator.

She makes her way down the hall where the laundry room is. She stops by the door way, seeing Harry from at the washer machine. His eyes are full of confusion and he’s staring at the settings and the coins in his hand.

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Favors-William Nylander

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

All right, anon, you asked for this, and I’ll be damned if I don’t deliver. This is NOT an installment of Torn Up but if you haven’t read my series yet I ask that you do. I don’t know how I feel about this one, but I sure hope that you like it! Also can you believe his hair in this gif? Certainly magical

Anonymous said:  Hello! Is it possible if you do a Willy imagine just like the Leon imagine about tension. I can totally picture Willy being a little shit 💩.

Warnings: lots of cussing, lots of innuendo, and one (1) scene that is a steamy PG-13

Check out my series Torn Up

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest and beginning to move backwards towards the door.

“I didn’t think I had to. I told you it was one of Kappy’s team events. Common sense dictates that Willy would be here, too,” Annika said plainly, reaching out an arm to pull you back without even having to look at you. “I was going to make you come anyway though, Y/N, because you said you owed me and I’m cashing in.”

You did owe her, and you owed her big. “I don’t see why this is what you’re going to use that on. If I were you, I’d save your favor. Knowing us, we’re going to get into some sort of trouble and it’d do you well to let me go home now so I can bail you out of jail or something later.”

“Nuh, uh. You can’t try and trick me out of this. You’re smart, but no amount of doublespeak is gonna convince me otherwise. I get to choose what I use my favor on. Hell, you might owe me two favors for that! I can’t show my face in that Starbucks again, and it’s the closest one to the gym. That’s at least two favors,” she argued. You knew that she was right; you had made her tell one of your hookups, who happened to work at the Starbucks you and Annika frequented after yoga on Thursdays, that you didn’t want to hear from him again. According to Annika, the guy was crushed. He had actually cried.

The two of you had built a friendship on dealing in favors, but reinforced it with your shared love of clothes, romance novels, and designer smoothies. You hadn’t gotten close, though, until she invited you to a party where you had gotten very, very drunk and made the mistake of going home with William Nylander. You sought her out for advice about how to deal with him afterwards, how to convey to him that you were not going to let him into your pants any time he wanted just because you had made one bad decision and fallen for his charms. Annika had been understanding and didn’t even think about giving you any shit about it, and thus the two of you were practically inseparable. It was true that your habit of frequently hooking up with random guys started after William, but she never mentioned it, not in the six months it had been, and for that you were thankful.

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Behind The Scenes

This turned out much longer, and more in-depth than I’d kind of envisioned it. Granted I pretty much had no idea what I was doing when I started writing, but eeeehhhhhh *shrugs* Hope you all enjoy it ^^

Love to my editor @tenaciouslovechopshop


Originally posted by warfstxche

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Jealousy Part5

Word Count: 1328

A/N: oh my god we are at part 5 of this, and if you haven’t guessed it already, I’m probably going to do a few more of them! I don’t exactly know what to write after this series is over so if you have any requests feel free to let me know and also tell me what you think about my writing! It would be much obliged! ️

        “What the hell! You scared the shit out of us! How’d you even get in?” she yelled at the intruder.

    “And what are you doing here?” Jughead asked coldly.



    “Have you talked to Y/N yet?” Archie asked, waiting anxiously for the answer. Ever since the night of the diner incident Archie couldn’t get his mind off Y/N. He was so close to finally seeing what it felt like to have her lips on his. So close! He found himself glancing down at them anytime they hung out, or when they were around eachother. He found himself admiring how her (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) bounced around when she walked, or how beautiful it looked when it was blown by the wind. He started to notice how the light caught in her (Y/E/C) eyes and made them shine. How they lit up when she talked about the things she loved, or when she was around Jughead. Secretly, he was hoping that Y/N would be mad enough at Jughead that this last 2 days would go by so he could have a chance with her, and maybe her eyes would light up around him as well.

    “Andrews?” Jughead snapped in front of Archie’s face and snapped him out of his trance.

    “Yeah? Sorry what?” Archie looked at Jughead.

    “I said I haven’t yet.” Jughead sighed and Archie tried to hide his smile. “What are you so happy about?” Jughead asked, slightly annoyed.

    “Nothing.” Archie said shaking his head and wiping the smile off his face.

    “You’re not going to be with her, you know that right?” Jughead said coldly.

    “You don’t know that.” Archie argued.

    “She’s in love with me! I thought you wanted us together, you’re the one who was pushing me to tell her!”

    “I shouldn’t of had to tell you to do that! She deserves someone who should just tell her they feel that way, instead of someone who waits and then breaks her heart over and over again!” Archie challenged.

    “I didn’t know she felt the same, I was scared I was going to lose her!” Jughead fumed. “And now that I know she loves me back there’s no way in hell Im giving her up!”

    “Look, I don’t want to take her from you until after your week is over-”

    “You should just respect that we’re in love with eachother and that I’m going to be the one she’s with. If you were really my friend,  you’d do just that.” Jughead said. Archie sighed and leaned his head in his hands.

    “Fine.” he mumbled.

    “Thank you.”


    “So you’re together now?” Archie asked, looking between Y/N and Jughead.

    “Why do you care?” Jughead asked, putting his hand up to keep Y/N behind him.

    “Well you should probably tell Betty, don’t you think?” Archie asked, and Y/N pushed past Jughead.

    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked, looking over to Jughead. Jughead glanced over to her and saw a flash of worry and hurt cross over her face.

    “You can’t mess with the both of them, Jughead!” Archie yelled, bringing Jugheads attention back to him.

    “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked.

    “You’ve been with Betty all week Jughead, what’s been going on between you two?” Archie questioned.

    “Seriously, we’re working on Jason’s murder together. We are just friends, I don’t understand what you’re trying to accuse me of.”

    “Archie what’s gotten into you lately?” Y/N asked, butting in on the conversation. Archie looked over to Y/N.


    “He’s  got a little crush on you, and he’s been acting out because of it.” Jughead snapped, turning and wrapping his arm around her waist.

    “What?” she asked, looking over to Archie who swallowed hard.

    “That night at Pops, before you sat down Archie was trying to convince me to tell you about my feelings. I was scared to because I didn’t know you felt the same.” Jughead turned and grabbed Y/Ns face, staring into her eyes. “I was scared to lose you, and Archie here was just being my best friend and tried to talk me into telling you. I refused until you left the diner upset and the I realized Archie was right.”

    “So you tried talking Jughead into confessing his love for me and then you try to kiss me?” Y/N asked, turning to face Archie. “What kind of game is that?” she yelled. Archie stared at the ground and shifted on his feet.

    “I thought that I could have a chance. After you left in a hurry and cried all the way back to your house, I thought you’d be done with Jughead.” Archie admitted.

    “To tell you the truth, I was.” Y/N confessed. Jughead and Archie’s heads shot to Y/N at her confession.

    “What?” Jughead asked, lightly grabbing her arm and turning her to face him. She looked up to Jughead and cupped his face.

    “I didn’t know you loved me back, and I was so hurt by what happened that for a second I thought that I should try to get over my love for you.” She turned to Archie. “You were being so sweet and I’ve known you forever that I thought that maybe if I kissed you when you were leaning in, that my pain would melt away.”

    “Y/N, I really like you.” Archie said, taking a few steps towards her. Jughead grabbed her and pulled her into him and Archie sighed.

    “It’s a little late for that.” Jughead said. “What was your point of coming over here anyways?”

    “I wanted to talk to Y/N before she made her decision.” Archie said, sending a pleading look her way.

    “I’m sorry Archie, but I couldn’t do that. Betty is in love with you, and I’d hurt her if I-”

    “That wasn’t a problem the other night,” he argued.

    “I wasn’t in the right state of mind then. I was heartbroken, and if I were to go with you I’d pass that feeling on to Betty. And anyways, I’m in love with Jughead, and I know now he loves me back. I can’t ruin this, I’m happy.” She said, and Archie’s face fell. “I’m so sorry.” she said, breaking free from Jugheads hold and giving Archie a hug. She kissed him on the cheek, and looked between the two boys. “I’m going to make us some hot chocolate.” she said, exiting the room.

    “Jughead I’m sorry.” Archie said, looking to the raven haired boy staring daggers at him.

    “Are you fucking kidding me Archie? You said you were going to respect that me and Y/N were going to be together, and you try to pull this?” Jughead fumed.

    “When I have feelings for someone, I have to do something about it or it eats at me.” Archie said, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

     "That’s real funny Archie. Is that what you’re planning on doing for Betty?“ Jughead hissed. ” and before you try to pull that ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ bullshit, let me just tell you how jealous you looked when you came in here yelling at me and accusing me of being with her.“

    "I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Archie said.

    “Yes you do!” Jughead yelled. He opened his mouth to say more, but Y/N barged into the room.

    “What the hell Jughead? Why is Betty asking if you’re on for 'Pops Date: Round 2’?” She yelled, holding up the phone.

Originally posted by riverrdxle

First Impression (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by welshmantomellis

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar/Reader
Words: 1500+
Warning(s): none
A/N: i added in a headcanon of mine in here.
Requests: I have a request where the reader is the first person to believe Lucifer is what he says he is and believes that the devil isn’t what the bible made him out to be and Lucifer falls in love with her for that. 

Can you do something where the reader can see his true face?

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PAIRING: Josh Dun x Reader 



“Mom? Dad?” I call out as I walk through the front door of my parent’s house.

“Y/N!” My mom exclaims once she sees me, rushing over to engulf me in a long awaited hug. “I’m so glad you’re here Sweetie.”

“Mom, I wouldn’t dream of missing my brother’s wedding,” I tell her with a chuckle. “Where’s Micheal anyway?” 

“He and your father went to go buy some stuff for the BBQ we’re having tonight,” she replies with a smile as she leads me further into the house and into the kitchen. 

“BBQ? Whose all coming?”

“Everyone in the wedding party as well as a few others,” she tells me with a smile as I move it sit at the kitchen table. She moves swiftly around the kitchen making us each a cup of tea, bringing the two cups over placing one down in front of me as she takes a seat across the table from me. “So tell me, how’s the job going?”

“It’s been good, but busy,” I tell her. I had moved from Ohio to California where I got a job as one of the chiropractors on staff for a local professional sports team.

“Oh I bet, I’m just happy that you like it there,” she says reaching across the table, taking my hand in hers. My mom has always worried about me, when I went away for college and then again when I moved to another state.

“We’re home!” I voice yells out from another room.

A smile appears on my face as I leave my seat and walk to the front room. My brother and dad stand in the middle of the room, bags in hand. Micheal sees me, putting the bags on the ground before engulfing me in a hug.

“Gosh I’ve missed you,” Micheal says taking a step back from me.

“You need to come visit more, all your mother does is worry about you, well both of you,” my dad says as he appears at me side, bringing me for a small hug.

“I’ll try to come out more often,” I say, grabbing one of the bags, following the two into the kitchen. “It’s just hard because of how the seasons are set up.”

“I know Honey, I’m just suggesting it,” he tells me.

“Oh, Y/N! I meant to tell you that Josh is coming to the BBQ tonight,” Micheal tells me. I furrow my brows at his words, my stomach growing sudden butterflies. “He’s not touring right now so he’s able to come.”

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Late Night || Baekhyun ||

“Oh my god!” I heard through the wall. Rolling my eyes, I put my pillow over my ears to block out the screams and moans coming from the room next to mine.

“Jesus Christ.” I groaned, getting up and throwing on a sweatshirt and sweats over my underwear. Grabbing my ice bucket, I left my room, walking by the room next to me. A girl was screaming her lungs out while the bed was creaking and banging against the wall. This has been going on for the past hour and a half.

“Someone is horny, damn.” Shuffling down the hall slowly, I turned the corner and saw someone useing the ice machine. I sighed and sat down against the wall.

“Hm? Oh sorry, I thought I was the only one up.” The guy said in a sweet voice. He turned around and it took all my might to keep my mouth shut. I was in complete awe at how perfect this man was. His jawline was razor sharp, his eyes were dark brown and his hair was a light red. I felt my heart almost jump out of my chest.

“N-No it’s fine. I’ll just wait here. It’s quieter out here than in my room.” I stated as the guy sat next to me.

“Yeah sorry about that. That’s my friend Sehun. He always brings in some chick when he thinks we performed well.” He explained as I stood up. I felt his eyes on me as I filled my ice bucket.

“So, how old are you? You seem a little young to be on your own in L.A.” He said quietly. I sighed and turned around.

“I’m 19. I’m here visiting family.” Turning back around, I tried to put a dollar in the vending machine but it got spit out.

“Oh? You’re very pretty for your age. Your boyfriend is lucky.” Huffing, I tried to put the dollar back in but it got spit out again.

“Don’t have one.” I replied. Trying one last time, it got spit out a third time. Glaring at the machine, I crossed my arms.

“Really? Why?” I heard the guy get up and come towards me.

“Simple. Guys my age don’t know how treat me.” I looked at the guy as he stepped in front of me and put a dollar in and it got accepted.

“Hmm, seems legit. Now what’s good in this thing?” He asked, looking at the various choices.

“Honsetly, I like the chocolate covered pretzels. But it’s up to you.” Sighing, I sat against the wall again. The guy pressed the buttons A and 2 and bought the chocolate covered pretzels. Sitting next to me, he looked at me and smiled.

“Hi. My name’s Baekhyun, nice to meet you.” My heart skipped a beat as this beautiful man smiled at me. Baekhyun held out the bag of pretzels towards me.

“Yeah. I’m Y/N.” I said quietly, taking a pretzel. We talked for a while, he explained his job and apologized for his friend, Sehun. Pretty soon we were out of pretzels and he had no more money and my dollar didn’t work.

“Well, it’s pretty late. We should probably head back to our rooms.” I stated, stretching up. That’s when I felt a hand on my arm. Turning my head, I felt a pair of lips on mine. My eyes widened but soon I kissed back, the kiss going from sweet to rough in seconds. Soon, Baekhyun had me on my feet, against the wall with his hand down my pants and his lips on mine.

“W-Wait….sh-shouldn’t we go to y-your room?” I moaned out, his lips traveling from my lips to my neck.

“Good idea.” Was all he siad as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We went from wall to wall as he took us to his room, fumbling in his pocket for the key to his room. A few more moans left my mouth as I was soon against his door. Baekhyun opened it and he brought us in, closing it with his foot. Throwing me onto the bed, my sweartshirt and my sweats were ripped off my body, leaving me in just my underwear.

“No bra?” He teased, going to the hem of my underwear and licking from there up my stomach and to my neck, biting my earlobe. My breath hitched and my hands went to his shirt, ripping it off his body reavealing his slightly toned body. Baekhyun kissed my lips roughly with his knee rubbing on my throbbing womanhood. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

“Baekhyun~ Baekhyun please~” I moaned loudly, pushing myself down against his knee. He smiled and looked me in the eyes before giving my lips one more deep kiss before going down to my lower region and pulling down my underwear, leaving me fully naked on the bed. I closed my eyes, waiting for the contact and when it happened it felt amazing. It didn’t take long for me to realize he was eating me out. My hands went right to his red hair and I cried out in pleasure. Waves of pleasure ran though my body as his tongue went deeper and hit my g-spot.

“Fuck! Oh my god Baekhyun~” My grip tightened on his hair as I tugged a little at his hair. I felt him smirk against me while he took his thumb and rubbed it against my clit at a very fast pace.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Baekhyun groaned, getting up and taking off his pants and boxers. I whined at the loss of friction. Baekhyun came up and kissed me sweetly before slowly pushing himself inside me. Tears came to my eyes while I bit his bottom lip lightly, trying to push the pain away.

“You okay?” He mummered into the kiss, his hands on my waist. I nodded slightly and blinked away my tears, moving my hips in a slow, circular motion. Baekhyun groaned and moved to my neck, biting it.

“Move…” I said quietly and he didn’t hesitate to slam into me. I cried out and gripped his back, clawing down it. As my moans got louder, the faster Baekhyun went. The bed started to creak and soon the only sounds were our moans, skin slapping and the bed creaking. 

“I’m close Baekhyun…..” I whimpered, but then we heard a knock on his door. He didn’t stop but he put his hand over my mouth so I didn’t say anything or make any noise.

“Who is it?” He asked in a normal voice. I closed my eyes while Baekhyun went faster.

“Baekhyun hyung? It’s Kai. We’re all going to Chanyeol’s room! You wanna come along?” The voice outside asked. My hips bucked which gave him access to my g-spot and I almost lost it.

“UH, I’m in the shower! I’m gonna go to sleep afterwards! Not gonna make it!” He looked at me and smiled before kissing my quickly.

“OKay hyung. See you tomorrow I guess.” Once we thought he walked away, Baekhyun removed his hand and I started to moan again. Soon I hit my climax which set Baekhyun off. Baekhyun fell beside me and smiled at me.

“How was that?” I looked at him and kissed his lips deeply.

“That was amazing. Wait, how old are you?” I asked, considering he looked about my age.

“25. Why?” My eyes widened.

“You just……you look so young! I thought you were around my age.” I explained, wrapping my arms around his torso.

“So, will I see you in the morning?” He looked at me with pleading eyes as if I was going to leave in the middle of the night while he was sleeping.

“Of course you will. Maybe longer after that if you want.” I whispered to him, kissing him on the lips lightly before lying against him and falling asleep.

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Pinky Promise

Summary: It was supposed to be a typical morning… until you suddenly decided to ask Ned a question about Peter Parker. 

Words: 1791

Warnings: None (except dis shit is straight fluff)

A/N: Hi! After days of reading Peter Parker imagines, I figured I’d try writing my own. It’s currently 3:30 AM, and I just imagined this lil situation up a few hours ago because I was thinking of doing something very similar as the reader does, but irl LOL. Also yay bc the GIF matches the plot and his outfit in the story 

It was a chilly October morning, half an hour before the first class of the day would begin. You walked through the main entrance of Midtown High, letting out a sigh of relief as you felt warmth immediately engulf you. Thank god for central heating. 

You weren’t looking forward to this particular hump day – today was the first day it actually felt like fall, and it was especially hard to leave the warm confines of your bed and get ready in an apartment that had yet to turn on the heat. Not to mention that you had a Spanish quiz later that day that you may or may not fail, and a six-hour shift at the local bookstore almost immediately after school.

As you walked down the hallway, you noticed Peter Parker already at his locker, shrugging off his jacket to hang it up on the hook. After a quick cursory glance, you noticed that he was wearing his typical outfit: a dark green sweater with a plaid shirt underneath, pants, and scuffed sneakers. For some reason, you’ve never seen Peter wearing normal jeans: his pants were always some dark and unassuming color, occasionally cuffed at the ends, and once or twice you could’ve sworn you saw atom-patterned socks peeking out underneath…

Suddenly, you snapped out of your reverie, your eyes darting away from Peter’s figure as you quickly shook your head. Okay, how exactly do you know all this? Oh god Y/N, you need to stop staring at him, you creep. Still, you couldn’t help but glance at Peter one last time before passing by, just as the wire of his earphones somehow got caught in his jacket zipper, pulling them right out of his ears and landing with a clatter on the floor. You let out a soft laugh as you heard him mutter adorably before bending down to pick them up.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be very close to Peter Parker, though you guys had been in the same Spanish class for the past two years and had been project partners a few times. Peter was definitely an introvert, choosing to spend most of his time with Ned and occasionally his other academic decathlon teammates. He was also so quiet in class – he usually never spoke unless the teacher called on him, but you were pretty sure he had said the right answer every time.

When you were first paired up, you learned more about him. Though he was a little awkward, it was hard not to warm up to him. He had a tendency to blush really easily (even at the smallest and most offhanded compliments), but those blushes were always followed with a crinkly smile or a stuttered “thank you” that reassured you he appreciated the comment. Plus, not only was he smart, but he was also hard-working and focused – so basically, he was the perfect project partner.

From then on, you always liked working with him. But Ned was also in that class, and only an assigned partner situation could ever split those two up. 

That was Peter Parker in a nutshell: shy but nice, incredibly smart, and a bit dorky. But in an adorable way, your mind teased.

Shut up, conscience.

You finally reached your locker and shoved your backpack in, pulling out the books you needed for the day. You were still lost in thought when Ned sidled up next to you, the clattering of his combination lock making you jump and snapping you out of your thoughts for the second time that morning.

Ned noticed your little spasm and turned his head. “Morning, Y/N. You okay?” You didn’t know Ned very well either, but after a few months of small talk by your lockers every morning or afternoon, you found out that he was just as nice as Peter.

“Morning Ned! Y-yeah I’m fine. Just… thinking,” you said hesitantly.

“Oh, about what?” He asked, shooting you a curious look.


You couldn’t very well tell him that you were just thinking about his best friend, could you?

“Um Ned, can I ask you something? But you kinda need to promise me something first. Pinky promise,” you added quickly. Oh god oh god, what am I doing?

Ned’s face morphed into one of confusion. Y/N wasn’t usually so… worked up, especially this early in the day. In fact, he was pretty sure she wasn’t a morning person, if her radio silence and huge cup of coffee she carried every morning was any indication. “Uhhh… sure?”

“No Ned, seriously. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky towards his.

He held out his hands, almost as if in surrender. “Okay, okay. I mean, I haven’t really done this since the third grade, but okay.” He dropped one of his hands and linked his pinky around yours, sealing the deal. “Wait – what am I pinky promising exactly?”

“Well, not to tell Peter anything about what I’m about to ask you,” you said imploringly, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I know you guys are best friends, but please don’t.”

Ned seemed a bit taken aback, motionless until he shrugged his shoulders slowly. “I guess a pinky promise is a pinky promise. I won’t tell him anything, Y/N.”

You nodded, relieved. “Okay.” You paused to take a deep breath, still in disbelief that you’re about to go through with this. “So… uh, do you know what Peter’s type is? Like, in girls?”

“His type? In girls?” Ned repeated. “Wha – Y/N, are you… into Peter?” You felt your face flush slightly.

“Er, maybe, a little bit? I-I don’t know, I mean he’s… such a good guy and everything, it’s kind of hard… not to?” Your voice lilted up at the end as you stuttered. Meanwhile, your face grew even redder, creating a very good impression of Peter Parker himself.

“Oh… oh. Oh. Wow.” Ned was stunned. He didn’t say anything else as he crossed his arms and stared off as if in thought, making you shift uncomfortably as an awkward silence fell upon the two of you.

“Um, so… do you know?” You finally said. Now it was your turn to jolt Ned out of his thoughts as his eyes snapped back to you, then past you further down the hallway, and back to you again.

“Okay, Y/N. You have to pinky promise me this time – what I’m gonna tell you, you’ll never admit you heard it from me.” Out of nowhere, your heartbeat went into overdrive as you nodded and pinky promised again.

“Okay.” The odd sense of déjà vu hit you again as Ned braced himself to answer you. “You’re probably exactly his type because Peter’s actually liked you for some time now,” he said in a rush.

“Wait, what?” You thought you heard Ned right, but… did Peter actually like you too?

“Yeah, yeah. He does! This like, really works out well. You should go for it. I keep telling him to talk to you more, but he’s just too scared to, I guess.” Ned shrugged, smiling slightly. He couldn’t believe Y/N actually liked his best friend back. This was the best thing to ever happen since he bought that Lego Death Star.

You were still in shock, but a smile began to grow on your face. “You know, I think I will. Thanks, Ned.” Shooting him a grin, you turned back to your locker to grab the last few things you needed, feeling so much more at ease. He actually likes me.

Right at that moment, Peter suddenly appeared, standing in between you and Ned. “Hey, man. Ready to go to Chemistry?” Hearing him greet Ned, you felt your face flush again, hiding your face behind your locker. Your body hadn’t yet calmed down from all the excitement of the past five minutes, apparently.

“Oh, hey Pete. Yeah, I’m almost ready, hold on.” Ned shuffled things around his locker, not having done much before he and Y/N began talking.

You were still hiding behind your locker, absentmindedly rearranging the magnets stuck to the door. Come on, Y/N. He actually likes you. Talk to him, dummy, you thought, trying to psych yourself up. Glancing at your watch and noting there was plenty of time left before the warning bell, you nodded slightly to yourself and finally eased the locker door shut.

“Morning, Peter.” You greeted, smiling slightly. Peter turned to you, brown eyes widening comically.

“Y/N! H-hey. What’s up?” He replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Jeez, Parker. Way to be smooth, he berated himself.

You shrugged, trying to prevent your smile from growing larger as you noticed his nervousness. “Nothing much. Are you ready for the Spanish quiz?” You asked, falling into step with him and Ned as the three of you began walking towards the classrooms.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I did study for it but honestly, I still don’t know what a subjunctive actually is,” Peter confessed, laughing slightly as he tried not to grow even more flustered by your proximity. You had situated yourself close enough that your hand brushed with Peter’s every now and then. He gulped as you suddenly turned to look up at him. Peter took in your Y/E/C eyes, the sweet smile on your face, and your slightly pink cheeks that must have been from the cold weather.

“Oh, please. Knowing you Peter, you’ll probably ace it,” you teased lightly, patting his arm reassuringly. You were a little surprised at the firmness you felt, hinting at muscles hidden underneath the sweaters and hoodies he always wore. This guy keeps on surprising me. Without pausing to think (and probably wimp out), you added sweetly, “We should study together sometime – I might actually be motivated to study then.”

Now Peter fully blushed, going into full-on awkward mode. “O-oh. Yeah, sure, if- if you want. I can help you. De-definitely.” You smiled, heart melting as he ran a hand through his hair nervously, tousling the brown curls. By then, the three of you had reached your classroom so you stopped walking, the guys stopping as well. You glanced over at Ned, who had stayed silent the entire time observing the two of you with a cheesy grin. “Well, this is my stop,” you said, gesturing to the doorway. “See you guys in Spanish. We’ll figure out our study date then, yeah Peter?” You shot him one last smile, moving to hug him quickly before heading inside.

As you walked away, you heard them whisper hurriedly to each other.

“Ned… What just happened?”

“Dude, you just got yourself a date with Y/N Y/L/N, that’s what!”

You smiled. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Professor- Tom Hiddleston x reader. |Part 2|

Part 1

Sorry if this wasn’t any good :/

Tom closes the door of his car, running a hand through his hair with a nervous sigh. She’ll be there again, she has his class today, and he hadn’t seen Y/n since that night. Of course, he’s seen the girl around campus, but she’s been avoiding him, and he hopes to God that it’s not his fault. Tom fixes his bag on his shoulder, walking through the car park, watching the warm rays of the seven o'clock sun raise up. He usually comes in this early, either to grade papers or to just enjoy the solitude until he has to teach.
He makes it inside, walking to the door of the auditorium where he teaches he unlocks it and walks in. Stopping short when he sees Y/n sitting in her seat looking startled,  "Oh, hello–How’d you get in? The door was locked.“
The girl smiles sheepishly, scratching her cheek, "Oh, right. Locked door.” she mutters, looking away from him.
She broke in, of course.
Tom sighs, walking to his desk to put his bag down, all the while keeping his eyes on her. She slowly gets up from her chair, grabbing the cup that was sitting on her desk, before practically skipping down to him.
“Here you go, it’s still hot.” she says, smiling gently. He gives a confused smile, furrowing his eyebrows, “What’s this?”
“Well, it’s coffee. Payment for Tuesday.”
Tom accepts the cup with a smile, setting it down on his desk, folding his hands in front of him. “Um–Look Y/n, listen about Tuesday night. If I said something that may have caused you to avoid me, I’m sorry.”
Y/n shakes her head, shoving her hands into her jeans pockets, it wasn’t her intention to make him feel like he did something. She just didn’t want to see him, and for the past two days she’d been doing just fine. She thought that maybe if she stayed away from him, she’d somehow abandon her feelings. But of course, none of that nonsense.
“No, no. You didn’t do anything,” she assures him and he gives a relieved sigh, chuckling a bit. “So why–”
“–I can’t tell you okay? It’s just…. it’s complicated.”

“So, did you get around to asking him out yet?” Y/n’s best friend Danielle asks, handing her a cup of coffee. The one person who actually knew about her crush on her history professor was the one person she could trust. They’ve been best friends throughout their years of high school, and they had decided to go to the same collage. Naturally, they told each other everything, and wouldn’t have to doubt their ability to keep it secret.
Y/n sighs, taking the cup from her hand, “No–he’s my teacher Dani.”
The mocha skinned girl puts her hands up in  defense, dropping back onto the bench. She crosses one jeans clad leg over the other, something she does when she’s about to say something serious.
“I’m not judging you girl, I’m just saying; go for it. He’s not gonna stay single forever.” The two normally spends their lunch in the park, it wasn’t too far from campus, which is incredibly convenient. “I mean, come on. Have you seen him?” the girl gestures at the air wildly with her free hand, causing Y/n to chuckle. “And what about you?” she asks, nudging the dark haired girl with her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows, “What about that really hot Physics teacher you were crazy about?”
“Hey! Leave Cumberbatch out of this!” Danielle laughs, taking a long drink from her coffee cup,

“Your ears are red Dani,”

“Shut up Y/n.”

Y/n sat in her normal seat, trying to focus on what her chemistry teacher was saying as he moves about talking about the reactions of certain chemical compounds. But she just couldn’t, her mind would just wander, leaving her not paying attention and staring out the nearest window. She probably should have told him, this would’ve been easier, albeit a lot more distracting. “I doubt what you’re thinking about is more important that what I’m teaching Miss L/n.” her teacher says, snapping the girl out of her daydream, “Oh–Sorry Sir, of course not.” Y/n speaks up, ignoring the giggling and whispering that passed around.
Real mature, Let’s all pretend we’re not in collage.
Later that night, Y/n was staying back a little late to do some work. Though she could do this at her flat she just didn’t feel like going home just yet. That, and a small part of her wants to see Tom again, when she was in his class today, she didn’t spare him a glance, she was too busy trying not to lose her mind. She was still going head strong with the ’if you avoid it you’ll lose it’ thing, but that’s not going very well, obviously. He just seems to be around every corner, with those stupid eyes of his and that stupid smile that she just can’t ignore, no matter how hard she tried.
Y/n sighs, looking over her work one last time before packing up her books, she stuffs them into her bag carelessly, too tired to care and just ready to go home and sleep. Picking up the two books that couldn’t fit into her blue laptop bag, she hugs them to her chest.
She was walking out of the library doors when someone bumps into her from her right, sending her books toppling to the floor. “Is there any way I could bump into you without wrecking something?” The deep voice of her history professor asks, amusement lacing his words. Tom leans down to grab her books that he had clumsily thrown down, “Sorry about that.” he chuckles handing the books back to her, she smiles, “It’s alright, thanks.”
Y/n readjusts the books in her arms, still smiling at him, trying to ignore the heat that had quickly flushed her cheeks. Since they were heading in pretty much the same direction, they walk out together. “You’re here late,” Tom says, looking ahead of himself, “Uh, yeah. I was just getting some last minute work done.” Y/n answers, feeling herself relax. He hums in response, stopping briefly to open the door for her.
The two walk out through the car park, walking in a somewhat awkward silence. Tom stops by his cars, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “You know, I could drive you home… if you’d like that.”
Y/n smiles at the man, while trying to keep her cool and not
shuffle nervously on her feet. If he only knew what he did to her.
“Yeah, thanks,”  she answers, and Tom smiles back, unlocking the car and opening the door for her to get in.
Ever the gentleman
Tom, feeling elated, walks to the other side and gets in. He had offered just to spend time with her, as little as it may be, considering that she doesn’t live very far from campus. But his intentions are good, it’s late, and anything could happen, to a girl like her especially. He’d rather drive her home than risk that.
He starts up the car as she buckles in, and Tom thinks of some way to make small talk. “So, how was your classes?” he asks as he pulls out the car park and start down the road. He nervously drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “They were alright, I did get caught in Chemistry daydreaming….” Y/n gives a nervous laugh, Turing her head to stare out of the window. “Daydreaming? About what?” Tom asks, genuinely curious, looking at Y/n from the corner of his eye.
“Oh you know. Stuff worth not listening to Mr Scott drone on.” Tom chuckles at this, shaking his head a little, “Fine, don’t tell me.”
She was almost home, and how he knew where she lived is mystery in itself. Half of the ride there was nothing but awkward tension, because neither of them knew what to say, and what they wanted to say was left unsaid because they were both afraid of the other rejecting them. Of course they could just throw that out of the window and to hell with rejection, just to get it over with and out. Or, continue with loving from afar and not risk what they already have, which isn’t much–but enough.
As they stop at a red light, Tom cleats his throat.
Perhaps I shouldn’t, he thinks, already regretting his decision to draw attention to himself. “L-look. Um. Y/n, there’s something you must know.”
Shut up Thomas. His brain tries to stop himself from saying something he’d forever regret, but his heart has other plans.
Do it.
“I–” his heart pounds in his ears, his palms gripping the steering wheel so tightly they turned white. Y/n puts a gentle hand on his arm, “It’s alright Tom.”
His blue eyes snap to hers, this is the first time she’s called him by his name, and he must admit, he likes the way it sounded coming from her. Something he could get used to, if he doesn’t mess this up. “If it makes you feel better, I have something to tell you too.”
Take a deep breath, Y/n. Don’t blow it.
“Okay,” Tom says, not taking his eyes off the road as the light changes back to green. He turns up Y/n’s street, and pulls up in front of the flat complex she lives in. He takes a breath, and Y/n gives a reassuring squeeze. “How about this. You come up, and we could watch a movie and talk?” Y/n offers, with a sweet smile he couldn’t ignore and an offer he couldn’t refuse. The awkwardness around then cleared up a bit as they took the lift up to the fifth floor, Y/n leads Tom to her flat, thanking God that she took the time to clean up yesterday. “Uh,
yeah, come on in.”
Walking in, she drops her keys into the small light blue bowl before walking into the living room, “Make yourself at home, I’ll go make some tea,” the girl gestures at her couch against the far right wall, smiling in thanks, Tom sits.
As Y/n walks into her small kitchen, Tom sat, nervously shaking his leg.
Trying to figure out a way to tell her, but of course, he just can’t let the doubt slip by unnoticed. What if she doesn’t return his feelings? How embarrassing would that be?
“You could pick the movie if you like,” Y/n’s voice calls from the kitchen, “They’re in the box by the telly.”
After setting up the movie and bringing out snacks, Y/n and Tom settled on the couch, watching the Lion King. Halfway through the movie, the two were laughing and getting used to each other’s company, and singing along to every song that popped up. They we’re having such a good time that Y/n had almost forgotten that Tom had something to tell her. “So, What did you want to tell me Professor?”
Tom stiffens, Scar’s song now background noise, Right. That.
“Perhaps, if I showed you?” He asks quietly, causing Y/n to give him a confused smile, but she nods anyway. He moves closer to her, raising a hand to cup her cheek. Y/n heart slams against her rib cage, he’s not gonna k– the feeling of his soft lips touching hers in a gentle kiss made her thought process come to a grinding halt.
But she kisses back, her fingers finding his chestnut hair, tugging slightly. They smile at each other after the kiss ends, “Can we stop being so awkward now?” Y/n asks with a chuckle, and Tom nods, kissing her again.

(Extended ending)

A soft knock on the door of Y/n’s flat woke Tom the next morning, he sleepily smiles at the girl curled up next to him on the couch. He raises a hand, brushing back the hair that had fallen in her face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
The knock comes again, and Tom slowly untangle her arms from around him, getting up to go see who was at the door at the ungodly hour of six o'clock. When he gets to the door and opens it, the girl on the other side was holding a silver key. Her friend, Danielle, apparently just about to let herself in.
“What…. ” she says, her brown eyes wide as she looks him over and Tom panics, because he was only in his boxers and a grey tee.
The girl slowly smiles, “No way.. I’m so going to kill her.” She rushes past him, and into the living room where Y/n was sleeping. Tom pulls the door close, quickly following after her, “I can explain me being here.” Tom starts, but closes his mouth when Danielle yanks the sheets off Y/n, who was startled awake by the action. The sheets were still tangled around her legs, so that pulled her off her couch.
Danielle lets out a sigh of relief seeing that her best friend was still fully clothed, “Oh Thank God.” Y/n looks at Tom, completely confused, then back at her friend, “Dani…what…?”
“You said you’d call last night when you were at the library. But you didn’t and I panicked, I thought you were dead.” Y/n rolls her eyes at the over dramatic girl, getting up off the floor. “No, as you can see, totally not dead.”
Danielle nods, stopping to look over at Tom, who stood there looking quite uncomfortable, he gives a small wave before disappearing into Y/n’s kitchen.
“Clearly I missed something. I thought you were dead and here you are hooking up with tall dark and British.” She smiles, “My baby is all grown up, making moves and stuff.” Danielle says, wiping a nonexistent tear from under her eye.

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JB Imagine - Studying

A/N - A fun little imagine for you guys! I’m almost at the end of exams now, just one left on Monday so I’ll be a lot more active after that. I’ve got so many plans to write up and I’m super excited to get back into the swing of things. Exams have really tired me out but the English exam today really made me realise how much I love writing (honestly, 2 and half hours of writing essays was just pure bliss). Anyway, hope you enjoy~

heyyy! i would like to request for a jaebum fluff whereby you’re all stressed out because of studies (personally i am because im in a chemical and bio engineering course right now) and then he sees that youre all struggling and tries to help you and comfort you that everything is gonna be fine. more fluffy please ☺️☺️

Another hour had passed and you were still sat in your living room, papers scattered around you. It was right in the middle of exam season and you had been working non stop to make sure you were prepared and ready for each exam you had. Because of all the work you were putting in, the stress was slowly getting to you. So many late nights and early mornings had just made your body feel heavy and tired all the time, no matter how much coffee you had. But you weren’t complaining. Instead, you just powered through, the thought of exams finally being over giving you the strength to just carry on and get through it. Having your boyfriend, Jaebum, send you encouraging texts every so often was helpful too. He had been so supportive of you when your were studying and was constantly telling you how proud he was and that he knew all your hard work would pay off. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face as you wrote down the last of the equations you had to memorise for an exam in two days time.

As if on cue, your phone screen flashed with a notification from Jaebum.

He somehow always knew exactly when you needed a little lift in your mood and was always there for you when he knew you were stressed or feeling a bit down. After about half an hour of some more studying, you heard the doorbell ring sounding your boyfriend’s arrival. When you opened the door, he smiled brightly at you, happy to see your face again. 
“How’s my little genius doing?”
“Hardly a genius,” you giggled, giving him a tight hug. “But I’m okay. The revision’s been going fairly well today and I haven’t wanted to punch anything yet so that’s always a good sign.”
“How many more exams do you have?”
“Four. One tomorrow, then two on Monday and one a couple of days after that.”
“I’m so glad I don’t have all those exams to stress about anymore. I honestly don’t know how you do it, babe.”
“Neither do I sometimes, Jae. But now that you’re here can we just ignore my responsibilities for a bit and watch some movies?”
“That’s why I’m here, my love,” Jaebum answered, smiling at you again as he lifted the bag holding a bunch of dvds and your favourite snacks.

A couple of hours later and the two of you were still sat cuddled up on the sofa, just watching the tv screen as you silently nibbled on the different snacks. Every now and then you’d see Jaebum’s hand appear in front of your face with some food in hand and he’d feed you the sweet treat. It’d make you giggle every time he gave you some food without even saying a word. After some time of just sitting there, your eyes wandered over to the pile of work you had abandoned when Jaebum arrived. With a sigh, you shifted in your seat and reached out to grab the pile of books and paper. 
“I should probably get back to work,” you said lacking all enthusiasm for the studying ahead of you. 
“I know it’s tough, (Y/N) and as much as I joke about being glad I’m not the one going through all these exams, I do want you to know how proud I am of you. And even if the grades you get aren’t what you were hoping for, I’ll still be forever proud of you.”
“Jae, that means a lot. It’s been hard but you’re definitely helping to ease the stress a bit.”
“If all I can do is help with the stress then I’m happy. Keep on going, (Y/N) because you’re going to ace those exams!” His determined expression set you off into another fit of giggles as you leaned in and kissed him before returning to your books. Jaebum was amazing and you appreciated and cared for him more than words could even describe.

Bad Decisions: Part 1 of my joker series

The nine to five grind of the week was over and your roommate bet you a hundred dollars you couldn’t go to a club and dance with a stranger. You wanted a new pair of shoes so you took her up on that offer.

You went into your car and took your sweater off pulled the hair pin down. Taking your glasses off you could see but definitely wouldn’t be able to see too clearly.  You didn’t have time to go all the way across gotham to your loft just to change so what you were wearing had to work. Your black heeled boots and leggings set contrast to the purple silk tank top you had on the back of it was held together with two buttons showing off your shoulders and lower back. Nothing was left to secret. You dug around your purse for the dark lipstain you bought and put it on. You looked naturally beautiful and irresistible.

You left your purse tucked under the seat and grabbed some cash and your phone. Photos were needed to win this little bet. You walked down the block to the club it was only five thirty and there was a line forming. There was no way that this was gonna stop you. You got a cat call from a guy near the front of the line, this threw you off because you usually tried to blend in.

“Awww was that for me?” You walked up to him trying to use all the charm you had.

“What is such a sexy girl like you doing here alone?”

“I’m just looking to have some fun.” You gently touched his arm. If you got this done sooner you could go home and watch a movie.

“I can show you a good time.” He pulled over the rope just as he was being let into the club.

“I’m gonna go get something to drink do you want something  sweetheart?”

“I’ll have a tequila flight. I’ll grab a booth so we can set our drinks down.” You never were this courageous with guys because your father had always told you how rude they can be. You took in the extraordinary club with lighting and dancers everywhere along with gold trim and accents. It was nicer than most of the clubs you had seen in Gotham to be honest but you felt there was something that told you not to let your guard down.

“Got your tequila.” The random guy placed them on the table as you sat down across from him. You took the shots in record time hoping it would give you some courage.

“Hey slow down slugger.” he sat there sipping his drink. You squinted your eyes trying to see any of his defined features but all you saw was mucky brown eyes and a devilish smirk.

“I can handle myself thank you very much.” You got up and grabbed his hand, “Wanna dance handsome?”

“I have some business to attend to first I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You watched him go up the stairs to an unknown location. You groaned all you wanted was to get this over with. You went over to the bar and grabbed a stool and waited for the bartender.

“What can I get you?”

“Can I have a cosmo?” You pulled out a ten and handed it to him. “Keep the change.”

He came back with your drink after a very impressive show of making it. This club kept managing to surprise you.

Grabbing the drink you headed out to the dance floor and started to dance and drink. Before you knew it a random guy was all up in your business you snapped a selfie with him before he asked for your number, you gave him the number to the pizza joint down the street.

You decided to stay and finish your drink. You felt a hand on your shoulder it was the guy from earlier.

“Wanna come upstairs with me?”  You squinted at him trying to see if he had any misconceptions but he seemed afraid.

“Sure why not.” you giggled before putting your hand over your mouth. You must of been more intoxicated than you thought. He grabbed your hand and led you off the dance floor to the staircase. You tripped and dropped your drink.

“Oh no I just dropped my drink.” You looked down and you saw it had spilled all over some guys shoes. “I am super duper sorry sir.” you looked at him before giggling again.

“It’s fine okay just come with me I’ll get you a new one.” You looked at the guy who was leading you upstairs.

“Okay if you say so.” You turned around as he pulled you up the stairs and mouthed sorry to the guy again.

He pulled you into a booth with beaded curtains in front of it. You sat next to him this time before putting his arm around your shoulders protectively.

“Hey mister you don’t own me.” You grabbed his arm and moved away from him. You heard a snicker come from the other side of the booth. You looked up to see a guy with bright green hair sitting looking you over.

“So Doll what’s your name?” You were fixed on his blue eyes as they bore into yours.

“Why do you wanna know? I’m probably gonna go home and forget most of tonight anyways. Ohhhh can I get more tequila?” You looked around for someplace to get a drink but the only place you saw was the main bar downstairs. “I’m gonna be back do you want anything?”

“How about a burban.” You nodded at his request before skipping down stairs. You looked back up at the balcony towards the two guys they seemed to be discussing something important and the green haired man looked angry. You grabbed the drinks after downing some of the tequila and started up the stairs careful not to trip and spill. You were almost to the booth when you heard a gunshot go off. The body of the guy who brought you upstairs fell through the curtains onto the floor.

You instinctively let out a yelp and dropped the drinks on the floor letting the glass shatter at your feet. You saw the green haired man look at you before you took down the stairs and out of the club into the cool night air. You walked to your car quickly looking over your shoulder ever so often because you were scared out of your mind. You got to your car and pulled the door open before driving straight home.

You entered the loft at about midnight stumbling a little. You probably should not have drove but you were just scared out of your mind.

You dropped your bag and let your back slide down the door. You reached up and locked it behind you.

“Y/N? Is that you?” your roommate came into view. “Oh dear are you drunk? Where did you go?”

“I was at this club near my work called… the house of cards.. I think and I drank and met some guy and he brought me to some private booth where this green haired guy shot him?”

“Y/N you went to the house of cards? And there was a guy with green hair?” you looked up at her. “Y/N you crazy person that’s the Jokers club and that green haired man was the Joker!”

You dug your glasses out so you could read her face clearly.

“You’re not kidding are you?” She grabbed your hand and helped you off the floor. You pushed past her and ran into your bathroom before puking. “Oh my god that was so not worth a hundred dollars.”

“So I take it as you never got that photo?” Your roommate pulled your hair back and put it in a low bun.

“I did check my phone.” You pointed at your bag in the hallway.

“Y/N you have a text on here from a blocked number?”

“What does it say?” You looked up at her waiting for her to read it.

“It says ‘I never did get my burban doll.’” Your eyes went wide with fear, somehow he had gotten your phone number.

“Do we still have that bottle of everclear in the fridge?” You looked up at your roommate.

“Y/N who is this from?”

“I think it’s from the clown prince himself.”

Part 2

Master List

Two-Way Secret

A/N: Anon request (2 separate messages. I think they forgot they sent one and sent a second) for a Spencer x Reader, where she is insanely intelligent and just started dating Spencer. Because the team is overprotective, they get Garcia to look into her background and find out something that she hasn’t told Spencer yet. It was checked out by the Bureau before she was hired, so technically Strauss and Hotch already know. @coveofmemories


Spencer smiled wide as his new girlfriend, Y/N crossed the bullpen to give him a quick peck on the lips before heading to her desk. “Hey babe,” she laughed, shielding her kiss from Strauss’ view. “She can’t see me. I’m running away now.”

Just six weeks ago, Y/N had walked into the Bureau for an interview. After running into her (on purpose) on the staircase, Spencer asked her out for a cup of coffee and ever since, they’d been together nearly every moment they were home. Then, two weeks ago, Hotch had offered her the job. She was exceptionally qualified, though on the young side, like him. High school had been skipped in its entirety, and at the age of 12, she was the youngest student at MIT, where she earned her two Ph.D.s in Linguistics and Microbiology. From there, she’d attended Yale, earning a dual MD/JD before applying to the Bureau; she was literally a jack of all trades and Spencer had fallen for her pretty much immediately. 

Although they knew she was qualified, the team was a little reluctant about her involvement with their youngest member. “I really want to like her,” JJ said, watching as Y/N made lovey-dovey eyes at Spencer across the bullpen. “But there is something about her that’s off. Not even necessarily bad. I just feel like she’s hiding something from him. I don’t want him to get hurt. He’s had enough of that.”

“She’s just so perfect,” Garcia said. “There has to be something wrong with her, right? She has to have some kind of skeleton.”

Hotch knew what Y/N was hiding, but it wasn’t a deal breaker in the scheme of her working for the Bureau. She probably just hadn’t figured out a way to tell him yet. “I’m sure she only wants what’s best for him,” he said. “Like we all do. Let’s just give her the benefit of the doubt alright?” 


Another two weeks went by and although they knew that Hotch was right, that they should let their concerns about Y/N slide, they couldn’t help but continue to doubt her genuineness and care for the doctor. He’d been through such pain already that the last thing they wanted was him to get hurt. “I just can’t help but think that I’ve seen her face somewhere before,” Emily said. “It’s this nagging feeling I just can’t shake.”

“What can’t you shake?” Morgan asked, walking up to Emily’s desk as she, Garcia and JJ glanced over at Spencer and Y/N eating lunch together. 

Emily took out her smartphone and did a cursory search of Y/N’s name to see if anything came up, but all she could find were articles about her numerous higher degrees; there was no doubt she was intelligent beyond reason, just like Reid. “I can’t shake the fact that I feel like I’ve seen her face somewhere,” she said.

“I know Hotch said to let it go,” Garcia whispered, “But do you think maybe I should do a deeper search of Y/N using my not-so-secret ways? Just so that we can make sure she’s on the up-and-up? I don’t want Reid to get hurt.”

JJ nodded her head, glancing over to see the two lovebirds throwing bits of food at each other. “Wouldn’t the Bureau refuse her if she’d done anything bad?” she asked.

“Not necessarily,” Garcia said, without realizing she’d never told anyone how she got her job at the Bureau before. “Let’s just say I might have been doing some things when the Bureau found me…”

Everyone looked toward Garcia in astounded silence. “Babygirl, we are gonna talk about that later, but with that information, it’s possible she’s done something that the Bureau overlooked because of her never-ending knowledge. It looks good for the Bureau to have two certified geniuses working on the same team.”

“If they overlooked something big for work that’s one thing,” JJ interjected, “But it could be something that could hurt Spence, so…should we?”

“Let’s go,” Garcia whispered, making a beeline for her office. One by one JJ, Emily and Morgan followed her. They all just hoped there wasn’t anything in Y/N’s background that could hurt Spencer; he didn’t deserve it.

“Alright, I’m doing a background search going back 15 years to when she was 10,” Garcia said. She was nothing if not thorough.

“I don’t think we’re gonna find anything until at least 16 or 17, babygirl.”

“Yea, probably not,” JJ said, turning around to make sure no one was spying on them, even though they were already taking a risk doing their own spying. “Can you do an image search? Emily was saying she recognized her face. Maybe her face has been somewhere recognizable, but under a different name.”

Immediately, Garcia started a search using her picture. “Oh. My. God.”

“That’s where I knew her from,” Emily said, remembering all those years ago when she’d bought one of her first fancy sets of lingerie. “She was a lingerie model. A very beautiful, very racy lingerie model for a couple companies.”

They stared at the screen in amazement - Y/N’s body all but completely visible in a nude and red sheer bra and panty set with thigh highs and suspenders. Garcia continued to dig, finding out that she would loan out modeling services to almost anyone who would pay. “Do you think it went any further than pictures?” Morgan asked. “If it did, it’d break the kid’s heart. Someone’s gotta say something to him.” 

Everyone awkwardly shuffled around while Garcia printed out some pictures and information they were going to give to Reid. “Who’s gonna tell him?” Garcia asked. “Not it!”

“Not it!”

“Not it!”

“Dammit,” JJ muttered, having drawn the proverbial short straw. “I really hope we’re wrong about her. Then we can just feel guilty about doubting her, rather than watch Spence get hurt. I’ll tell him after work.”


“See you in a couple of hours, okay,” Y/N said, standing up on her tiptoes to give Spencer a kiss before she left. Apparently, she was going to be staying at his place for the weekend.

“Can’t wait,” he said, watching as she boarded the elevator and went out of view. 

After making sure that the coast was clear, JJ approached Spencer in one of the emptier hallways. “Hey, Spence. Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure, JJ. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t really know where the begin. “Umm, I don’t really know how to say this, so I guess I’ll just come out with it. Emily, Morgan, Garcia and I found out some things about Y/N.” Avoiding his eyes, she handed him the folder with the information and pictures they’d found. When she found the courage to look up, she saw Spencer’s eyes glaze over. He didn’t know. “We don’t know if it went any father than pictures, but even so, we figured you should know.”

“Thanks, JJ,” he said, closing the folder and putting it in his bag. When he walked away, JJ turned toward the rest of the team with tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t want him to get hurt,” she said, “but it looks like he didn’t know.”


“Hey babe,” Y/N said as Spencer opened the door. “What’s up? What’s with that smirk? Are you up to no good?”

Turning toward the counter, Spencer opened his bag and pulled out the folder. “It seems our teammates had some questions about you, so they did a background search.”

“They found my slutty pictures, didn’t they?” she said, biting her thumb and pulling her bra strap out from under her shirt for him to see. “Should we let them squirm for a little bit for snooping on me?”

As he licked his lips, he moved toward her, gathering her in his arms as he brought his lips to her neck. He knew the team meant well, but if they had asked him, he could’ve spared them the snooping. Y/N told him of her past - the fact that she’d done some semi-nude modeling in the past in order to pay off her debt from MIT, but that’s as far as it had gone - and he believed her. “I think that might be fun.”

Serving the King Pt.8

Creatures AU- Finn now does the opposite of avoiding you and won’t leave your side. He starts becoming almost possessive. Creative’s taking your storyline one step further and pushing your limits. Also Karl and Luke are too sweet. ;)

A/n- Sorry about the pun, but I had to. Ugh, GBOF sucked, and I was so pissed off that I just couldn’t write anything. Thank you to everyone who has read this or is reading this. Gif is not mine Tag list is open to anyone. Enjoy!

Prologue, Pt1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7

Originally posted by sophisticatedproduction

You awoke with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You turned around to see Finn with a smile on his face. “Hello, love.” 

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Back on the Road Again

Originally posted by sassywiinchesters

Drabble based on the song. Had a feeling, and just went with it I guess.
Words: 608
Author: Fangless
Pairing: Deans x reader

You weren’t supposed to do this.

Catching feelings in while in your line of work could get you killed.

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Pairing: Bruce Banner X Reader

Request Prompt:
Could you do an imagine set after Age of Ultron where Bruce comes back after months of being gone (if you can make it mom reader even better if not that coo
l too)

Bruce stood in front of the home he missed so dearly. His grip on his duffle bag tightened as he took a deep breath. To say he was nervous would be an understatement to say the least. It had been seven months since the Ultron incident, seven months since he… Left his family. He forced his legs to move forward as he walked to the front door. He smiled when he saw a scooter and some balls laying on the grass of the lawn. It bought make comforting memories that gave him enough confidence to manage to knock on the door.

For every second he waited fear and excitement and anticipation welled up inside him. Y/N answered the door and gasped loudly when she saw Bruce looking at her nervously.


Her hand flew out and slapped Bruce, hard across the cheek. His head turned and his baseball cap flew off from the force.

Okay, he deserved that.

He rubbed his stinging cheek as he looked to her, eyes fluttered down to the hand she slapped him with, seeing the familiar shiny gold band, giving him hope she hadn’t moved on.

“You’re still wearing my ring.” Was all Bruce managed to muster up to say with a small smile. She let out a sharp sob and she started smacking him. Bruce flinched, turning so his shoulder was taking the brunt of her attack.

…. He deserved this too…

“Y/N! I’m sorry!”

She let out an exasperated laugh, tears were streaming down her face. “You’re sorry? YOU’RE SORRY?!” She finally spoke and even though her tone was angry Bruce couldn’t deny that he missed the beautiful sound of her voice. “You left us! You LEFT us Bruce!” She shuttered out a breath. She had stopped hitting him. “You left us.” She looked up at him with the most pained expression he had ever seen.


All his excuses just flew out the window

He had to get the other guy under control…

He was scared he’d hurt them…

“I hurt you, I couldn’t get it out of my head.” At this point his eyes were getting watery. “The other guy went insane because, because that witch showed him a vision of me killing you. I was standing over you and you were dead Y/N. I killed you just like my father killed my mother.”

“So instead of coming home to see that nothing was wrong… you left? You could have come home and we could of gotten through it together Bruce. I… You left Bruce… You left me…” Y/N couldn’t deny the pain she felt when Bruce told her that, she knew after all that Bruce’s greatest fear was turning into his father, but she couldn’t just let him use that as an excuse.

“Bruce I-”

“DAD?!?!?” They both turned and saw Nicky sprinting towards Bruce, tackling him in a hug.


Y/N bit her lip and cried more as Bruce bent to wrap his arms around Nicky in a tight hug.


Bruce looked up at Y/N in question.

She shook her head. “I couldn’t tell him.” She said just above a whisper. Bruce stood with Nicky still tightly holding onto him, now dangly from his neck. “EW YOU HAVE A BEARD!” Nicky rubbed his hand across Bruce’s face, making a nasty face when he felt the prickly hair.

“Yeah, it was a long mission, l didn’t have time to shave.” He looked at Y/N pleadingly. As much as wanted to assure Nicky he’d never leave like that again he couldn’t until he was certain that Y/N would accept him back into their lives.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, giving him a small pained smile as she walked towards them plucking Nicky off of Bruce. “Yeah baby he’s home, and he’s not going on another mission that long ever again.”

“YAY!” Nicky screamed completely unaware of the serious situation around him. “Now Mum will stop crying!” She quickly put Nicky down and gently ushered him back inside. “Go back inside now.”

“Buuut Muuuuum!”

“No buts I still need to talk to your father about his mission.” Bruce felt a shiver run down his spine at her tone when she said mission but he was too happy to care, he deserved whatever was coming his way and he’d crawl through broken glass and hot coals if it meant Y/N accepting him back.

“If you ever leave like that again it’s over. I won’t take you back.” She said crossing her arms.

“I’ll never leave you again.”

Y/N couldn’t hold herself back anymore, she flung herself into arms and kissed him fiercely. Bruce was taken aback for a moment before quickly wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close and returning the kiss. He was probably squeezing her harder then he should be but he just couldn’t let her go.

When they finally pulled apart Y/N spoke up.

“Don’t think everything will just go back to normal now.”

“I know, I’ll work to make things right again.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I’ll sleep outside if it means you’ll forgive me.”

They both exchanged bittersweet smiles as she let him back inside and Bruce immediately felt a warmth and happiness in him that he hadn’t felt since he left. When they entered the lounge room Nicky once again latched himself to Bruce.

Bruce gazed over the the bay window, Sammy’s favourite reading spot and his eyes lit up when he finally saw his daughter again. “Sammy.”

She looked up from her book, delicately placing a bookmark inside it and closing her book. “I must have a penchant for fathers leaving me.”

Bruce felt his stomach drop and guilt wave over him.

“I’ll be in my room.” She stood. “I’ll thank you kindly not to disturb me Doctor Banner.” And with that she walked out of the room.

Bruce felt his heart shatter. He didn’t even think, he didn’t even realise how much leaving would hurt her. It took so long to get Sammy to trust him and open up to him when he first came into their lives all those years ago and to hear his daughter call him Doctor Banner again instead of Dad… He wiped his face to stop the tears.

“Baby go see if you’re sister is okay.” Y/N quickly spoke up. “Okaaaaay!” Nicky removed himself from Bruce and zoomed away to follow his sister.


“I’m a monster.”

“No-no Bruce you’re not.” Y/N weaved her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, I didn’t even think about how this would affect her. I don’t deserve to even be here.” He started to pull away from Y/N before she tightened her grip on him. “Don’t you dare leave us again Robert Bruce Banner.” There was venom in her voice.

“But I-”

“But nothing, you made a mistake, a STUPID mistake, but you came back. You just have to prove to her you’re not going to leave again.” She looked up at him with a smile despite her tears and wiped the tears from his face. “We’ll be a family again right?”

Bruce held onto her tightly, with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.

“Y/N, I promise.”


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Talk Nerdy to Me

Anonymous asked: Can you please write a one-shot where the reader is new to Team Flash and she and Cisco bond over nerd things?? She has nerdy tattoos and Cisco sees one and goes all nerdy fanboy? Please??

Here you are! I do not own Cisco, Caitlin, or Barry. They belong to the creators and writers of “The Flash”

Warnings: nerd fluff!

Pairings: Cisco Ramon x fem!reader, Caitlin Snow, Barry Allen

Originally posted by awesomewweus

Cisco let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. You set down his coffee in front of him and gave him a smile. He attempted to give one back, but it probably looked more like a grimace. “Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured, but you didn’t hear him and turned away. “You really need to find a way to talk to her,” Caitlin said where only Cisco could hear. Cisco  turned to her. “I know. This never happens to me. I’m always smooth around the ladies.” Caitlin bit back a laugh.

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It’s Like Dinner and a Movie- Alexander Hamilton X Reader

a/n: this is set in the lawyer au that i made in So Ready to Wake Up and i just needed to write more of this au tbh. this is more than 2.5k words (2545) but i did not want to split it up into multiple parts so i hope you enjoy!

warning(s): mention of a murder trial, that’s all but please message/send me an ask if i am wrong!

You knocked on your neighbor’s door, not expecting him to answer since it was three am and all things considered, you were so exhausted from the previous day before.

The door opened much to your surprise.

A man who you recognized to be your neighbor, complete with dark bags under his eyes opened the door.

“You’re my neighbor right or are you a client of some sort because the office is closed. This isn’t even the stupid office, how did you find me?” He asked angrily, standing up straighter to make himself appear taller.

“I’m your neighbor?” You asked, confused. 

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Trouble in Paradise (rules of recognition pt 4)

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, alcohol, swearing, angst(ish)

Summary: You receive a call you rather wouldn’t; Sebastian has a thing or two to say about it. 

God, Seb. Don’t you ever get tired?” you heaved as he rolled off you, chuckling as he landed with a grunt to the mattress next to you.

“Sure” his chest moving rapidly with heavy breathing. “Need a break now”

“A break?” you laughed, still trying to catch your breath. “Jesus. Not that I’m counting, but that was round five?”

“Ah, six, actually”

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