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Pairing: Rue Bennett x reader Show/fandom: Euphoria Warnings: I wrote this while I was really sad so it’s probably bad. Mentions of depression, maybe a cuss word or two, mentions of addiction (it’s about euphoria so...) — The world has lost meaning; it’s like everything around you has turned into a grey haze. That’s all you can think about as you lay down on your bed, watching your ceiling fan spin. There’s a soft knock at your door. You roll over, “Mom, go away, please. I’m not in the mood.” Rue opens the door to your room. “It’s not your mom.” Normally, you’d be thrilled to see Rue, but today isn’t any day. “Sorry, Rue, I’m not in the mood to hang out.” “It’s not about that and you know it. You’ve been in here for days.” She gently crosses the room and sits on your bed. “I know that you’re going through a lot right now, but this isn’t healthy.” “You’re the last person that should be lecturing me about health.” You mumble into a pillow. “Y/n, I know you don’t mean it.” You prop your head up. “What do you know about what I mean? Yeah today you’re here for me, but tomorrow you’ll be busy getting high.” “You know what, I was trying to do something for you because—because I really care about you, but screw you.” And while you’re completely okay with going back to being alone, you can’t let Rue leave thinking that’s how you feel about her. “I’m sorry.” You reach out and grab her wrist before she can leave. “I’m just tired, but not the kind of tired that goes away with sleep which makes me kind of a bitch.” Rue looks at you gently, and it’s moments like this that are why you’re so willing to try and help her through the bad. “You might be a bitch, but you’re my bitch.” Rue lays back down. You give her room on your bed and rest your head on her stomach. “Thanks.” “Y/n, I’m sorry for not being there all the time. I’m kind of a shitty friend.” You gently run your fingers up and down her side in a comforting gesture. “Hey, it’s not your fault, I should’ve never said that. I don’t even think it...the only thing that bothers me about...” You trail off, looking for the right word, “That, is that I have to worry about you.” “No, it’s just...” Rue sits up. “I hate not being there for you all the time because you’re always there for me even when I push you away and it frustrating because—“ You cut her off. “Hey, Rue, that’s the point of having friends.” “Maybe I don’t want to be friends. Maybe that’s what’s frustrating.” “Oh.” You sit up. “You don’t want to be friends.” Rue lets out a loud sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just...I really like you and I don’t know what to do about it. If I’m such a shitty friend, I’ll be an even shittier girlfriend.” You don’t even think about anything before kissing her. Letting yourself forget all the numbness and feel something with her. “You’re...not...shitty,” you pant after she pulls away. Rue grins. “Really? You want to do this? With me? You sure?” “I’ve been like in love with you since like the eighth grade, but thanks for checking.” Rue laughs. “You did not.” “I did!” “Well I win, because I’ve felt the same way since the seventh grade.” You laugh. “Eww...you liked me during my awkward phase. You’re such a loser.” Rue kisses you again, but this time it’s quick and softer. “I thought the fact that you didn’t know what you were doing with your hair or how to dress was cute.” “Shut up,” you playfully shove her. Rue leans in close. “If you want me to shut up, I have a few ideas on what we can do instead.” You laugh, trying to hide the fact that her words got you a little flustered.

#Zendaya #euphoria #hbo #hbo: euphoria #zendaya x reader #zendaya x fem! Reader #zendaya imagines #Rue Bennett x reader #Rue Bennett #Rue Bennett imagines

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Mudblood

Draco Malfoy x reader Part: 1 - He can’t love her. He can’t like her. He can’t look at her the way he’s looking at her. It’s the Yule Ball and y/n l/n is standing a few feet away from him wearing a y/f/c dress that looks amazing on her and Draco can’t go to her. He has to stay here, listening to Pansy babble about something he doesn’t care about. Part of him thinks that it might be a good idea to go talk to her for a minute. Maybe two. Maybe they could have tonight. Just something to get it out of his system. And then she laughs at something Hermione says and he knows for a fact that no amount of time with her would be enough. He isn’t strong enough to go and then leave. If he’s this—for lack of a better term—whipped after a few conversations and tutoring sessions, imagine what he’d be like if he got to know her more. Get ahold of yourself, Malfoy, he scolds himself in his head. She’s a mudblood. For the first time, the word leaves him feeling bitter. Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. Draco repeats the word in his head like a mantra; like if he reminds himself of this fact enough it will taint all the qualities he likes about her. Draco makes a list of some of the qualities he likes about her. She makes him smile, she doesn’t judge him, she makes him laugh, her smile, the way she says his name, the way she looks when she’s concentrating on her homework. Can the fact that her parents are muggles taint all of these good qualities? No, but he wishes he could. “Excuse me,” Draco mumbles to Pansy before walking away. Draco finds himself standing alone on a balcony. He can’t bring himself to mind the cold. What would his father say? More importantly, would Draco’s father do something to you? “Am I going to have to convince you not to jump? Because I’m not wearing the right shoes for that.” Your friendly voice surprises him. “What are you doing out here, l/n?” Draco turns around. “Don’t tell me you’re following me now.” “Please, Malfoy, you wish.” You both make eye contact before bursting into laughter. “So what are you doing up here?” You tilt your head. “What are you?” “I asked first.” You take a few reluctant steps forward. “I just needed some air.” “Or you could be honest and admit you care about me.” You roll your eyes. “Like I said earlier: you wish, Malfoy.” Draco laughs. “Why else would you leave your date? Victor Krum.” “Don’t sound bitter.” Draco gets defensive. “I’m not. I don’t care who asks you out and—“ he cuts himself off when he sees the look you give him. “You’re joking again.” “If you don’t want me messing with you don’t make it so easy.” Draco doesn’t smile, he just stares at his hands, planted firmly on ledge of the balcony. “Are you okay?” Without thinking, you put your hand over his. “Don’t,” he pulls away quickly. “Sorry,” you sigh. “But what’s wrong?” He frowns and glares at the ground. “You know bloody well what’s wrong.” He tries to storm by you but you don’t let him. “What? Are you mad I came here with a date?” “Y/n, can you just leave it alone. It’s stupid.” You tilt your head slightly. “Tell me anyway. I thought you were genetically pre-determined to not care about what ‘my kind’ thinks.” Normally, he’d be able to make a joke. “L/n...” “Draco, come on.” “You want to know what’s wrong? You’re here with someone else and that can’t bother me! It can’t bother me because I’m not supposed to be falling in love with you but I think I am.” You blink. “Draco. I—“ He storms off.

#Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Harry Potter x reader #Ron Weasley #Ron weasley x reader #hermione #hermione granger #hermione x reader #Draco Malfoy imagines #Hp imagines #Harry Potter imagines

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Billy knew it was a bad idea. Not that he’d ever admit that to you, but he knew it was a bad idea. But what was he supposed to do after everything you told him? Would you be mad at him for putting Kyle Eastwood back in his place? Yeah, a little, but you’d get over it. You’d have to, he’s your ride and it’s only Monday. — Friday. After school. Where were you? In Billy Hargrove’s car. Normally, you’d be talking about all kinds of things with Billy and making plans for the weekend with him, but today you were quiet. Too quiet. “Y/n are you okay?” Max asked softly from the back seat. “Yeah,” your voice wavers and you’re mad about it. “I’m just tired, it’s been a long day.” Billy grips the steering wheel tighter; he had asked you what was wrong when you walked out of school with tears in your eyes. You’d given him some half-assed answer. Billy wanted to press, but knew it’d be better to wait. He knew that one way or another he’d get it out of you. You knew that too. You could only go so long without telling something to Billy...especially when he wanted to know it. Billy drops Max off and drives you home. When he pulls up to your house, you nervously wipe hour hands on your jeans. “Thanks for the ride.” “If you think I’m going to leave you alone right now you’re crazy.” You can feel Billy’s eyes on you, but you know if you look into them you’ll lose it. “Billy I’m fine.” You force yourself to smile, but it’s stiff. “I’m just tired, and in a mood, you don’t need to deal with that. I’ll take a nap and feel better, I promise.” Billy seems unconvinced so you add, “I’ll even call you when I wake up.” Billy still isn’t talking. “We can do something tomorrow.” “Okay,” Billy finally says. You open the car door and walk out. You hear the car’s engine turn off. You let out a sigh as Billy walks next to you. His hand silently finds yours and you can’t even pretend to be surprised. Once the two of you are in your room, you can’t hold back the tears that have been threatening to spill for awhile now. “It’s okay.” Billy pulls you into a hug. The smell of his cologne and smoke is comforting. “Sorry,” you mumble into his chest, “I’m being stupid.” Billy stiffens slightly, but that’s because seeing you cry reminds him of the first time (and last time before now) he saw you cry. “You’re not.” Billy rubs your back soothingly. “What happened?” You don’t answer. He gently moves his hand to trace patterns on the back of your neck. You shiver slightly at the contact on your bare skin. Then, Billy’s lips brush your forehead. Completely aware of what he’s doing, you adjust yourself so that you’re laying flat on your bed. Billy isn’t phased, he moves so that he can continue to trace patterns on your skin. You want to sigh and completely give into his touch, but you know where he’s going with this. Billy’s done it before. Yeah, comforting you is part of it, but he’s just trying to convince you to tell him. “What happened today, y/n/n?” You sigh once. “It’s dumb. It’s just, everything went wrong. I was late to class because I couldn’t find my homework, but then I remembered I left it here. Then, Mr. McCarl wanted me to answer a question in math even though he knows I’m bad at equations, and when I got the answer wrong he lectured me about not studying even though I do. Then, stupid Kyle Eastwood just showed up and wouldn’t leave me alone. Like at first in English Mrs. White told us to pick partners for an assignment and he kept asking me to work with him even though Katie asked me first. Then, every single time I walked to class he tried flirting with me even though I don’t like him and I’m pretty sure Lindsey is dating him...or at least she thinks she is. And I like Lindsey, she’s really nice. And even though I told Kyle that I’m not into him like a hundred times he wouldn’t leave me alone...he even tried following me into the bathroom and only went away after he saw us talking during lunch, but after that...” You take a deep breath. “He called me another one of your whores and that I’d be crawling back to him in a week after you got tired of me.” Billy feels his entire body stiffen. Sure, a lot of times people thought that there was something else between you two, but you’re honestly just friends. Billy wishes the people were right, but he really thinks that you don’t want that and he just wants you to be happy. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is a little harsher than he wants it to be. “Jesus, you could have mentioned it during lunch. I could have taken care of it.” “Billy,” you sigh. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. Kyle’s just an asshole, he isn’t worth it.” “Yeah, an asshole to you.” Billy’s almost seething at this point. He sits up quickly. “He can’t talk to you like that.” You put a hand on his shoulder, his muscles relax under your touch. “It’s fine. Look, if I had told you, you would have kicked his ass, and then a teacher would have given you an after school detention.” “It would have been worth it.” It’s your turn to rub his back. “Not to me, because then you wouldn’t be here right now.” Billy lays back down. “So you do like me, who could’ve guessed?” “Nah, I just needed the ride.” Both of you laugh a little. Suddenly, Billy pulls you on top of him. You yell a bit in surprise, but relax when your head hits his chest. “Love you, loser.” You start tracing patterns onto his exposed skin. Is he even capable of buttoning up his shirts right? “You know that, right?” Will he ever here you say that with an ‘I’? Maybe ‘love you’ should be enough, and in some ways it is. But what Billy really wants is an ‘I love you.’ “Yeah, I do.” He finally answers. “Love you too, weirdo.” Eventually you fall asleep. Billy wants to fall asleep, too, but he’s busy thinking. He’s thinking about you and how important your friendship is to him. That’s the only reason he hasn’t just blurted it out. What would you say if he told you that he was in love with you? Yes, in love, none of that I think maybe I like you BS. Sometimes he wishes it was that, because it’d be easier to hide and ignore. Billy doesn’t know when he fell in love with you, but he knows the exact moment he realized it. It was the first time he dared come over to your house after his dad hit him. It was late on a Wednesday night, and at first Billy told himself that he wouldn’t wake you up. He knew you were worried about a math test that you had in a few hours, and that maybe just seeing your house would be enough. But when he got there, he noticed your bedroom light was still on. When he looked through your window (not in a creepy way, he was just curious), he saw that you were still awake and studying. He knocked on your window. You were surprised to see him and scolded him for getting beat up, because you assumed he started a fight with a random teenager. He scolded you for studying too much and not taking care of yourself. You rolled your eyes and mumbled something about him being a hypocrite. A few minutes later, he caved and told you the truth. You felt a knot grow in your stomach. Your eyes watered, but you tried to hide it from Billy, who definitely did notice. You cleaned up some of his injuries, and he tried going back home but you wouldn’t let him. It was also the first time he slept over at your house. After that, he started sleeping over at your house most nights. About an hour later you wake up with Billy’s arm wrapped around your waist. He’s asleep and you don’t want to wake him so you don’t move. You like listening to his heartbeat and seeing him like this. Calm, safe. “Hey,” his voice rasps when he wakes up. You grin. You love Billy’s voice when he first wakes up. “Hi.” “So,” he adjusts his position slightly. “How long have you been staring at me?” You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t staring...I just didn’t want to wake you up by moving.” “Sure, whatever you say.” You playfully smack his chest, purposefully being as gentle as possible. When you first became friends with Billy, you didn’t know what his dad was like, but as soon as you found out, you made it your mission to make sure he was always comfortable around you. The thing is it’s hard to know where he’s bruised and you’re scared of hurting him. “Y/n/n, we’ve been over this.” He whispers. “You don’t need to be so careful. I don’t even have a bruise there.” You decide to play dumb. “That’s just how I touch people.” “I’m just going to stop wearing shirts so that you know what’s bruised and what’s not.” “I mean, I’m not against you not wearing a shirt.” You both laugh again. It gets quiet. Billy is the one that breaks the silence. “Kyle Eastwood’s an asshole and I’m going to take care of that.” “No.” You say very pointedly. “We agreed he isn’t worth it.” He frowns. “When did I say that?” You roll your eyes and you’re about to protest, but Billy changes the topic quickly. He knows he needs to before you make him promise not to do anything. “Have you gotten your math test back yet?” “I took it yesterday.” You mumble sadly. “And I’m not looking forward to getting it back, I didn’t know how to answer the last two questions.” “I’m sure you did great, you get good grades, even with my bad influence.” This genuinely makes you laugh loudly. “Bad influence?” Billy nods, maybe a little too serious. “I’m always getting you to ditch or stop studying or something.” The way he’s frowning makes your heart ache. “Hey,” you squeeze his hand assuringly. “You don’t ‘get me’ to do anything. You should know better than anyone at this point that I only do what I want.” Billy smiles a little. “I was starting to think of myself as like the one thing that little miss perfect GPA can’t quit.” You laugh again. “Sure, if that helps you feel edgy or whatever, sure.” It’s Billy’s turn to laugh. “You think I need to feel edgy?” “Yeah, at least a little.” You admit. “Isn’t that how you get all those girls?” “Stop.” “Speaking of, you haven’t mentioned any girls in awhile.” You’re giggling like crazy. Yeah, it hurts to see him with girls sometimes, but you love teasing him about it. Normally you’d drop a few names and impressions, but he either hasn’t gone out with anyone in awhile or hasn’t told you about it. Billy isn’t having it today, because before you know it he’s pushed you down and pinned you down. “You’re not funny.” “I was laughing.” You smile. Billy looks down at your lips before licking his own. These types of moments have been happening more frequently. Moments where you think Billy might kiss you. He moves a little closer to you. In fact, Billy’s so close so that you can feel his breath on you. “Billy,” you whisper, scared of ruining the moment. “You look...pretty like this.” The door to your room bursts open. Your little sister, Lucy, runs into the room. Billy and you both jump, trying to get away from each other. “Y/n! Billy! Guess what happened today!” Lucy, who’s only in the second grade, comes home each day like it was the most amazing day ever. “Kasey’s mom picked me up and I went to Kasey’s house and we played with Kasey’s dog.” — Billy can already hear your pissed off voice yelling at him for starting a fight. Kyle should be easy to take. He’s taller than Billy, but Billy’s got more muscle. “Hey, Eastwood, I heard what you did to my girl.” Kyle, who’s confident, but not stupid, flinches. “I didn’t do anything.” “That’s not what y/n said.” Billy grabs the hem of Kyle’s shirt and pulls him forward. “Leave her alone, because if she ever even implies that you did anything even a little annoying you’ll be dealing with me and I’ll kill you.” Kyle tries to straighten himself out when Billy let’s go of his shirt. “I knew that bitch would rat me out. It’s not like it matters, you’ll be screwing a new girl in less than a week and won’t care about her anymore.” Billy’s hands turn into fists on their own. “What did you just say?” “Or, let me guess,” Kyle rises an eyebrow. “She’s tired of fucking you and this is your way or getting her attention back for another day or two. Did you go after y/n because she’s easy? Everyone knows she’s a slut. It’s almost like Billy’s body is moving on his own when he punches Kyle in the face. Hard. Kyle recovers quickly, and punches back. And it escalates. — “What the hell, Hargrove?” You gasp while getting into his card. “I told you to drop the thing with Kyle.” “...I wasn’t going to fight him, he just...” “What’s your excuse this time Hargrove? You always have excuses.” Billy doesn’t say anything, not until you get to your house. “I know you’re mad at me but Neil’s been in an extra bad mood since last night and Max is with her friends today to avoid him and—“ “You’re not about to ask me if you can come in?” You glare at him. “I knew you were an ass but I didn’t know you were that stupid. You can always come to my house.” Billy struggles to bite down a smile. “Don’t smile, Hargrove, I’m still pissed. And my mom told me to ask you if you wanted to stay for dinner.” You storm out of the car before he can answer, and Billy follows you. He follows you all the way to your room. He even follows you when you go to the bathroom to get your first aid kit. You glare at him while clean his cuts. “I swear, if you pull another stunt like this.” You glare. Billy’s eyebrows get pulled together. “You’ll what? Hit me? Go ahead, everyone else does. Even the people that are supposed to care about me.” His words leave you feeling cold, and even though you’re still mad, on instinct you grab his hand. You’re trying to find a way to comfort him. “You know I wouldn’t.” You two then settle into silence again. “Kyle better look worse, or I swear to god...” You finally whisper. Billy smiles a bit. “He does.” An uncomfortable silence falls over you again. “I didn’t—I didn’t think I was going to hit him. I thought I’d just scare him so that he’d leave you alone, but then he started saying things.” Billy’s hands turn into fists again. “About you.” “Hey,” you squeeze his hand. “It’s okay. It’s just I hate seeing you hurt. I hate it so much.” “Why do you care?” “I’m guessing the same reason that you cared about what Kyle said.” Billy lets out a sigh. “I doubt it.” “Why?” Billy stares at his feet. “Because I’m in love with you. That’s why I cared.” “You’re not.” You say when you find your voice. “Don’t joke about that.” “I never said you had to feel the same way, but you can’t tell me how I feel.” Billy stands up “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.” “Wait,” you stop Billy before he can leave. “The thing is I don’t want to be one of the girls you randomly hook up with. I just...I’ve liked you in that way for a really long time and...” You swallow once. “You can’t feel the same way. It doesn’t make sense.” “You’re so bossy.” Billy pulls you towards him. “But you cant tell me how I feel.” You’re in a position that’s similar to the one you were in on Friday. He has you pressed against the bathroom wall. He’s looking at your lips in that way again. He’s getting closer again. But this time there’s no distraction as he leans in and kisses you. And it’s way better than you ever thought it could be.

#Stranger things #Netflix #stranger things 3 #stranger things cast #Millie Bobby brown #eleven stranger things #eleven #mike wheeler #Finn wolfhard #Noah schnapp #Will Byers #Barb #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #reader insert #friends to relationship troupe #billy Hargrove #billy Hargrove x reader

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Social Media War

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader Warnings: fluff, obvious flirting, and people being dense?? — The first time you appeared on Tom’s Instagram was a few days after you signed a contract with Marvel. Your character was supposed to make her first appearance in Spider-Man: Far From Home, so it made sense that you’d meet the cast. You were at your first table read with Tom. Marvel had recently announced that you were cast to play a superhero that would be a big part of the next generation of the avengers. “Y/n,” Tom calls to you. You look up from your script just in time to see Tom’s phone pointed at you. You smile and give him a thumbs up. After that, you both laugh. After the table read, you check Instagram and notice your follower count had grown. Confused, you check your DMs, because of the little, pink bubble that tells you someone’s DMed you. You click on Tom’s profile picture and Instagram tells you ‘@/tomholland2013 mentioned you in a story’. You see the video of Tom calling your name to get your attention before you smile at him and then you’re both laughing. Tom captioned the short video: Congratulations to @/its_y/n ! It’s her first table read as y/c/n You smile before DMing Tom for the first time. You: thanks Tom 💗 the table read was a lot of fun today hopefully I didn’t seem too awkward or nervous Tom: It was a lot of fun and you weren’t awkward You: good that was one of my main worries 😂. But now I need to get you back for that video Bc I look crusty af 😂 Tom: You didn’t — You take a video of Tom who is sitting across from you in a restaurant that some of the cast decided to go to. He rolls his eyes and flips you off. You caption it ‘it doesn’t look like it but he luvs me 💜’ you tag Tom before posting it on your story. — Fan account 1: posts the video you took of Tom and the video Tom took of you. Caption: cute parallels Comment section: Fan accounts 2: They’re so cute I think they’re dating Fan account 3: what about Tomdaya?? Fan account 4: I don’t think they’re dating yet but they will be soon ❤️ Fan account 1: chill I’m just saying they both posted cute videos of each other — Zendaya invited some of the cast to a little movie night, but most of them can’t make it, so it ends up being just you, Tom, and Zendaya. Zendaya takes a picture of you and Tom for her insta story and captions it ‘movie night with these two’ You do that thing where you add someone’s story to your story and add a caption: ‘aww wouldn’t want to third wheel anyone else’ Zendaya then adds that to her story with the caption ‘everyone else is the third wheel when you and Tom see each other 😂 I’ll prove i She posts a saved picture of the cast where everyone’s looking at the camera except you and Tom...who didn’t realize that a picture was being taken. You can tell from the picture that you’re both laughing. Later, Z takes a picture of you and Tom sitting really close to each other while watching the movie. ‘Who is the third wheel 😂’ Tom looks through Z’s story and posts the last one on his story with the caption ‘you’re just jealous no one likes you 😂’. You post that on your story and add ‘I like Z better than I like you, loser’. — Fan account 1: posts screenshots of the whole thing. Caption: Z ships it!! Comments: Fan account 2: this is so cute Fan account 3: I knew they were dating #yourshipname Tomholland2013: I was laughing at y/n not with her Its_y/n: @/tomholland2013 shut up loser — Tomholland2013: posts a picture series on Instagram. The first picture is of you laughing at the camera, some scenery behind you. The second picture is of Tom standing in the same spot. The third picture is just the view. Caption: a day off in Italy with my favorite loser Fan 1: OMG THEYRE IN LOVE LOOK AT HOW HES LOOKING AT THE CAMERA!! Y/N TOOK THE PIC MY HEART Fan 2: what about Z?? Fan 3: definitely a date!! Fan 4: @/fan3 I live near there and I saw them today they were laughing and holding hands and Tom bought her some gelato it was definitely a date you can see it on my acc Fan 5: respect their privacy!! Fan 6: I don’t like them together Fan 7: this is so cute!! Zendaya: y/n is sooo pretty Lifeisaloha: @/Zendaya way prettier than Tom Its_y/n: @/zendaya @/lifeisaloha idk I think Tom’s prettier — Its_y/n: posts a series of photos on Instagram. The first picture is of Tom looking at a view over a ledge. The second picture is you in the same position. The third picture is a selfie of you and tomb on the edge of a hill laughing. The fourth picture is moved because you’re about to fall off the cliff. Caption: He’s a real life super hero bc he saved me from falling down that hill but now he won’t stop talking about it 🙄 (swipe for a surprise) Tomholland2013: I saved your life Its_y/n: it was a hill not a cliff but thank you Zendaya: you’re so clumsy 😂 Lifeisaloha: this is almost as bad as when you almost broke your wrist on set even tho you have like no stunts Fan 1: 🥰 THEYRE SO CUTE 🥰 Fan 2: she’s so clumsy 😂 Fan 3: yourshipname shippers are getting content today 👏🏾 Fan 4: I love them 😍 Jakegyllenhaal: I’d be jealous if Tom and I weren’t already married Tomholland2013: @/jakegyllenhaal you’re the one 💍 Its_y/n: @/tomholland2013 @/jakegyllenhaal as long as I’m the best man Tomholland2013: you’re always my best man — Tomholland2013: posts a picture series of the premiere of spiderman: far from home. The first picture is of you two staring at each other like you’re the only ones there. The second picture is of you and Tom holding hands. The third picture is of you two laughing. The fourth picture is of Tom kissing your cheek while you smile. Caption: So glad we met while filming this movie. I can’t tell if I was more nervous about the premiere or our first official date. ❤️🥰 Zendaya: I TOLD YOU SHE LIKED YOU BACK lifeisaloha: I’m glad we can stop pretending that both of you don’t just stare at each other all the time Fan 1: AHH ITS HAPPENING Fan 2: where is that gif of Michael Scott from the office when you need it? Fan 3: IM SO HAPPY Fan 4: can we just talk about zendaya’s reaction Its_y/n: aww 🥰 you’re so sweet ily and btw you didn’t need to be nervous about either but I was really nervous about both. — Its_y/n: posts a series of Instagram pictures. The first one is of you kissing Tom’s cheek. The second picture is the picture of you and Tom holding hands. The third part is actually a video of you walking down the red carpet together. Caption: As long as Jake doesn’t find out, right 😂? First marvel premier and first official date with the best person I’ve ever met 💗 Tomholland2013: that dress 👏🏻 Tomholland2013: you’re glowing Tomholland2013: I’m so happy this is happening Zendaya: Aww cutest couple Jakegyllenhaal: y/n l/n stole my man. That’s how awesome she is. Lifeisaloha: fun fact: I called this the day we met her 💛 Fan 1: AH ITS OFFICIAL Fan 2: how much do you want to bet that the bloopers are basically just live footage of them falling in love Its_y/n: @/fan2 you’re not wrong 😂 Fan 3: I want to see this movie and two hours of Tom Holland and y/n l/n falling in love. Fan 4: petition to rename ffh to Tom Holland gets the cutest girlfriend

#Tom Holland x reader #spiderman far from home #Tom Holland #Peter Parker #Peter Parker x reader #random #zendaya #x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #ffh #marvel

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Our summer (part 1)

Steve Harrington x reader — Hair half up or down? Half up or down? You stare at your reflection in the mirror as if this one decision will change everything. Even though it’s not a big deal. “I like your hair down.” Max walks out of the bathroom stall and sighs when she sees you’re still standing there. El walks out of the bathroom next. “Yeah, your hair is so pretty now, why tie it up for this?” What’s the ‘this’ El’s referring to? Well, you haven’t been out much, because you used to be an ‘experiment’, just like El. You’re number Seven, and after some complications, you ended up living with El and Hopper. Which you love, but Hopper never really wants you leaving the house. But you just had to come to the mall with Max and El today. Why? Because when El introduced you to Mike and his friends, you had briefly seen Steve Harrington. He was heading out, but he said ‘hi’ to you, and it gave you this feeling you had never happened before. There was this flutter in your stomach, and when you asked El about it, to your relief, she told you you weren’t sick. She told you that the feeling was liking someone. El told Max that you liked Steve, and then the two friends made it their mission to make that happen. You never wanted to make Hopper angry. You hadn’t been staying with him long enough to feel comfortable ‘testing the waters’, but El and Max convinced you to come to the mall to go to the ice cream parlor Steve works at. You were nervous, and you didn’t want to leave, but what kind of big sister would you be if you let El go out on her own? So Max picked out an outfit for you, and you went to the mall. You were amazed, it was your first time ever being in one. “Okay, hair down,” you whisper, pulling the scrunchie out of your hair and onto your wrist. You followed Max to the ice cream parlor. You turn your head, and see him standing behind the counter. He smiles at you a little, and you smile back. “Aren’t you El’s sister?” He asks when you get to the counter. That was the title you had adopted and you loved it, but it was still new to you. “Yeah, I’m Sev—“ “Selina!” Max cuts me off. “She’s Selina.” Selina. You repeat the name in your head. No one had thought of a ‘real’ name for you, yet. You’d been here a little over a month...and with everything going on, naming you wasn’t a priority. “Well, Sel...” Steve tries but cringes after he says it. “I don’t know why I wanted it to rhyme.” You giggle slightly. “It’s okay. You’re Steve, right?” He nods in confirmation. Steve tries to avoid saying anything stupid, but if he ever messes up, you laugh a little. “What flavor of ice cream do you want?” You hesitate. You’d never had ice cream before, and you didn’t know enough about it to pick a flavor. You turned your head to try and read the flavors that were on display. “She’ll have vanilla,” Max fills in for you. You nod your head, repeating the word, “Vanilla.” He gives you the ice cream, and you try to pay for it (which is something Max had prepared you on), but Steve shakes his head and tells you it’s on the house. You thank him, still smiling. There’s an awkward silence, where you don’t move to leave. Steve tries to fill the silence by talking. “I like your hair.” Steve instantly regrets it. Did he sound like a creep. Not to you. “Thanks,” you smile, “I like your hair, too.” Max and El exchange a look. It’s working. “Hey, dingus,” Robin interrupts the moment. “Stop flirting with that girl and help me with the other customers.” Steve glares at Robin who sticks her tongue out at him. Then he turns to you, “I should get back to work. See you around?” “Yeah, I’d like that,” you’re still smiling. “Wait,” Steve stops, “are you and El even allowed to be here?” “I won’t say anything if you don’t,” you reply. Steve and you have a little moment. Max and El exchange a look before letting out a laugh and walking you out of the ice cream parlor. As soon as you leave Robin holds up the white board, and for the first time all summer, she draws a tally mark on the ‘you rule’ side. “Finally,” she sighs, “I didn’t think it was possible.” “What’s the point for?” “That girl likes you back,” Robin says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

#Stranger things #stranger things season 3 #Steve Harrington #Steve harrington x reader #Robin x reader #eleven #mad max

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two times Peter almost told you he was Spiderman and the one time you found out

MAJOR FFH SPOILERS Peter Parker x reader Warnings: angst, fluff, some anger for a minute?? Summary: Now that the world knows his identity, Peter has to deal with you ignoring him because you’re a little hurt he didn’t tell you he was spiderman. Which shouldn’t be his main concern at the moment, but it is because he really likes you. And he hates remembering all the times he almost told you he was spiderman. — Peter sighs as he gets your voice mail again. You never ignored this many of his calls. Peter knows why, though. The whole world found out that your best friend was Spider-Man, and you found out with them. He feels like such an ass, and he’s worried about what happens next, that he doesn’t bother answering Happy’s phone call. It’s not like he never wanted to tell you. Peter wanted to tell you he was Spider-Man so many times. Peter also wanted to tell you that he was basically in love with you so many times, too. But at least he tried to tell you he was Spider-man. The first time he tried to tell you. He can see it in his head right now. You were in his apartment working on a chemistry lab, and Peter was too busy staring at you to be helpful. - “Come on, Parker.” You playfully scold. “We both know you’re way better at this than me, so pull your weight.” Peter snaps out of his trance. It was just so easy to get caught up in the way your hair looked, messily tied back so that it wouldn’t bother you. It’s too easy to get distracted by the way you bit your lip before writing something down for a lab report. “Sorry,” he finally says. “Are you sure you set that up right?” You give him a pointed glare. “If you hadn’t been so busy staring at me earlier, you would have heard all the times I told you I’m only sixty percent sure I know what I’m doing.” Peter feels his face get hot. “Wh-What?” You laugh and playfully shove him. “I’m joking. This is our sixth time running this experiment, I get zoning out for a minute.” Peter exhales gratefully. “Yeah.” He nods, still feeling a little nervous. “How many times did Mr. Johnson tell us to do this?” You pick up your pencil and write something else down. “This is the last one we need for our data table.” “After this do you want to go get some Thai food?” Peter asks without thinking. “I know a good place and—“ “Obviously I do,” you interrupt him before he can ramble. “You okay? You’re acting a little weird today.” Peter kicks himself mentally. He had just realized he had a massive crush on you, and now he can’t stop thinking of it. “Fine. Just tired. I’ve been busy with the Stark Internship.” You nod your head. “Yeah, the internship that keeps my best friend busy all the time.” You smile a little. “Honestly, I’m starting to get a little jealous of Tony Stark.” Peter has to remind himself that you only mean that in a friend way. Friends can say stuff like that. Friends can look at you like that as they say stuff like that. Right? There’s just something about the way you leaned a little closer to say that and the way you’re eyes looked into his. “Don’t be,” Peter finds his voice again. “You’re cooler.” You giggle a little at that. “And prettier.” Peter tenses when he realizes that he said that out loud. “I’m not sure.” You're smiling at Peter. “I think Tony Stark is very pretty.” Once again, Peter exhales in relief. Why is it easier keeping his identity as Spider-Man secret than hiding his crush on you? “I bet Spider-Man is prettier than all of us.” At the mention of his alter ego, Peter grows nervous. Your giant crush on Spider-Man is somehow painful, nerve wracking, and at times...rewarding. “He wears a mask, so I wouldn’t know.” Peter settles on. “Yeah but he’s a good person because he keeps Queens safe and you can tell he’s muscular because of his suit.” You keep talking, forgetting that you probably shouldn’t be saying all of this to your guy best friend. “But he’s not like too thick, unless you want to talk about his butt that’s something el—“ You cut yourself off. “I probably shouldn’t be saying all of this out loud?” Peter is fighting the urge to smile. He wants to beg you to keep talking and all his head is telling him is ‘she thinks you’re hot’. But you can’t know that, so he looks down at the half set up chemistry lab. “Probably.” Peter’s phone starts to ring. He stands up to get it, because he left it on his desk. “Peter.” “Yeah?” “You,” he watches you vaguely gesture at his lower half, “might be giving Spider-Man a run for his money.” “Don’t check out my ass.” He’s trying to sound serious, but he’s laughing. “I mean it, if I had made comments about your’s you would have slapped me.” You shrug, “Depends the day.” The sound of police sirens ruins the peaceful moment. Peter picks up his cell before it can stop ringing and panics when he sees it’s Happy. Happy tells him that there’s a major hostage situation and that the cops need Spider-Man ASAP. Peter hangs up and looks at you. You're oblivious to his tension, busy trying to figure out how to set up the chem lab. “Okay, back to our conversation, would you have been making positive comments about my ass or—“ You cut yourself off as soon as you see the look on Peter’s face. “Are you okay?” “Mr. Stark needs me.” “Right now?” You stand up. “Because this is due tomorrow. Mr. Stark knows you have homework and go to school, right?” Peter frowns. “I’m so sorry.” “Peter, I don’t get mad about you canceling on me because of the internship. You know that. I didn’t get mad when I waited outside of the movie theatre for half an hour before getting a text. I didn’t get mad when you didn’t show up on my birthday until really late at night even though you promised me you’d be there for my party, and I didn’t get mad when you canceled those study sessions.” Peter can’t even look at you, because his heart is breaking. “But this is worth a lot of points and chemistry is my worst subject and I can’t afford to get another bad grade. So just this once, I’m going to be selfish and ask you please don’t.” Peter makes the mistake of looking into your pleading eyes. He’s such a sucky friend. Maybe if you knew he was Spider-Man, it would make things seem different. “I can’t cancel, because I’m...” He’s going to do it. He’s really going to do it. “I’m—“ Happy’s phone call interrupts him. “I’m really sorry, I’ll finish it tonight. Don’t worry about it.” And with that he leaves. — The second time. Tony is dead. Tony is dead. Tony is dead. That’s all Peter can think. Aunt May knocks on his door gently. “Peter do you want to talk?” “Not right now, May.” Peter’s voice is way too scratchy. May nods. “When you’re ready I’m here.” As she closes the door, Peter grabs his phone and calls your number. “Peter?” You sound like you’ve been crying. “Did you disappear, too?” “Yeah,” his voice is dry. “Too bad you’re not twenty-one, you could have bought me alcohol.” Peter laughs a bit but it sounds dry. “This might be a dumb question, but are you okay, you sound off?” “Tony—Tony’s dead.” He manages to spit out. You don’t say anything for a few seconds. “I’m so sorry. That—that’s so hard to believe. How are you taking it?” Peter breaks down on the phone. Something that adds to the hurt is the fact that he can’t even tell you the full story. Half an hour later, you’re in Peter’s room letting him cry in the crook of your neck. You’re also carefully stroking his hair. It’s meant to be comforting, and it some ways it is, but it makes Peter sick that you’re here with him being so understanding, and he can’t tell you the truth. The grief in Peter makes him say screw it. “Y/n, I’m...” Wait, wouldn’t it be more selfish to tell you? Peter thinks of the danger he’d be putting you in. “I’m really happy you’re okay.” — The time you found out. Peter doesn’t remember deciding to come see you, but here he is, at your window. He knocks on it twice. He worries you’ll close the blinds, but instead you open the window. “Get in before someone tries to arrest you or something. Some people think you’re a terrorist.” You whisper scold because no matter how hurt you are, you’ll never want to see him get hurt. “Y/n I—“ You cut him off as he climbs through the window. “For someone who didn’t want me to know what was going on in their life for years, you’re talking too much now.” Peter dodges the pillow you throw at him. “I deserve that.” You throw another one and he moves out of the way easily. “And that.” Peter takes a deep breath. “I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I just...You were basically in love with Spider-Man and I’m just me and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. Also, if I had told you, you could have been in danger and after losing Tony...” Peter trails off. “After that, I promised myself I couldn’t lose anyone else.” You feel for him at that. “Peter, don’t get sad, because I’m trying to be mad, and when you do that, it makes me feel the need to hug you.” “Please, listen to me.” He tries to sit on your bed, but you move your feet and glare at him so he knows you don’t want him there. “Listen yo me and you can throw all the pillows you want at me and I won’t move.” “Ok. I’m listening, but if you think that anything you say will make me forgive you you’re—“ “I need you in my life.” He cuts you off. “I need you even if you’re mad at me. I just...when I’m with you things make sense and...” Peter can feel the tears pinpricking his eyes. “I really need them to make sense right now.” At that you give in and hug him. “Peter, I’m so sorry that this is happening to you.” Peter hugs you back. “And I’m also going to apologize for all the PG-13 stuff I said about Spider-Man to you...” You’re trying to get him to smile. “And behind you’re back.” He smiles a little. “There it is,” you whisper, putting a hand on his cheek. “Peter, I get why you didn’t tell me, but from now on, no secrets, okay?” “I have one more secret.” Peter blurts this next part out so he doesn’t have to hear himself say it. “I really really like you as more than a friend.” “Wow.” You’re staring at him in shock. “I also have a secret. I feel the same way.” Peter doesn’t waste any time before kissing you. You kiss him back on instinct, but pull away quickly. “As much as I want to focus on this right now.” You tell him as soon as he pouts. “We kind of have a crisis. And I just want you to know no matter what I’m on your side and we’re getting through this.” Peter smiles but he isn’t sure he believes this situation will work out. “I’m happy you’re with me.” “Peter, I’m serious, I’ve been thinking about this since I found out, and I have a plan.” Peter tilts his head. “What plan?” A/n do we smell a mini series?

#Tom Holland #Tom holland x reader #mysterio #mysterio x reader #Peter Parker #Peter parker imagines #Peter Parker x reader #mcu #spiderman #spiderman far from home #ffh #zendaya #tony stark #tony stark x reader

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It’s just me | Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Summary; Peter teaches you how to kiss, which makes the crush he has on you so much worse. - You’re staring at him in such a soft way that Peter’s torn between just going in already or making this moment last forever. He’s about to do this. He’s about to kiss y/n l/n and she’s just standing there, staring at him, looking like the most kissable person in the universe with that freshly applied layer of lip gloss. “Peter,” you whisper and Peter swears he’s never heard anyone say his name so perfectly. “Is there something I should do with my hands?” How did this happen? Well, Peter owes this all to the little game night he was having with MJ, Ned, and y/n. MJ had asked you about your first kiss during truth or dare, and you admitted that you had never had one. After that, you started talking about how you always wanted it to go well and you were scared of messing it up. Plus, you always pictured your first kiss with someone you trusted. After MJ and Ned left, Peter had found the courage to ask you if you wanted him to teach you how to kiss. Peter reminded himself not to get too carried away. This was just a favor between best friends. A favor he’d have to thank MJ for bringing up. Still, a favor, he can’t let himself think about the shorts you’re wearing and how good they look on you, or the black top that’s just a little too low...or...what was he thinking about again? Right, you asked him something. “You’re arms go here,” he guides your arms so that they’re around his neck. “And I’m going to put my hands here,” he places his arms on your waist. “Is this okay?” “Yeah, this is good.” You finally settle on, but you can’t bring yourself to look at Peter and the intense way he’s staring at you. I’m staring too much, Peter thinks, scolding himself for coming on too strong. But isn’t this all part of the normal pre-kiss moment? Isn’t this what he’s teaching you about? “Y/n,” Peter gently moves his hand so that he can tilt your chin up slightly, “It’s just me.” Right. It’s just Peter. Peter Parker who is your best friend. Peter Parker who could never hurt you, not even emotional. Peter Parker who you’re in love with and offered to teach you how to kiss. “You’re right,” you whisper back, “It’s just you and I trust you.” “So before people kiss, they look between the person’s lips and the person’s eyes.” Peter explains while also demonstrating. He notices the lip gloss again. “You sure?” You smile warmly, which somehow doubles the knots in Peter's stomach and eases away the butterflies all at once. “Yes.” You lean a little closer, “Now, kiss me Parker, before I do it myself.” That’s all Peter needs. After that, he closes the last bit of distance between you and him. Your lips brush hesitantly at first, just enough for Peter to be able to tell that you’re lip gloss is strawberry scented and he really wants more of it. The thing is, he doesn’t want to freak you out, so he gives you a second to get used to it. Part of him expects you to pull away, but you don’t. Instead, you do something unexpected, you pull him closer. Only, you two are already so close, that Peter has to push you back slightly, gently pressing you against the wall of his bedroom with his body. You think this is the best feeling in the world. Peter pressed against you, his lips on yours, and then he does something a little bold. He lets his tongue run over your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. You obligue and quickly realize that completely making out with him is actually the best thing one could possibly experience and you never want to stop. At first, you were shy about your movements, keeping your hands firmly where Peter had originally placed them, but now you’re letting them wander. You settle with tangling them into his hair. When you tug on his curls slightly, he surprises you with a soft moan. That just makes you want this even more. Peter eventually pulls away, but not before gently pulling on your bottom lip, which earns him a blissful sigh. You pout as he pulls away, but you’re also panting for air. “Wow,” you manage after catching you’re breath slightly. Peter rests his forehead against yours. “Wow.” Deciding to mess with him a bit, you start to trace your fingers over his collar bone, up his neck, and down his jawline. Peter gently takes your hand and presses little kisses to your fingertips, causing you to giggle. “You were um,” Peter starts awkwardly, “really good.” “It’s easy when you have a good partner,” you joke. Peter’s blushing, still holding your hand, and still standing too close to you. “Peter,” it’s your turn to reassure him. You cup his face in your hands, “It’s just me.” He places his hands over yours. “It’s just us.” He whispers back. “Do you maybe want to sleep over? May wouldn’t mind and we can watch that Netflix show you like.” You grin and hug him, already plotting another excuse to kiss him again.

#Tom Holland #kiss #first kiss #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland x virgin!reader #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker imagine #Peter Parker #spiderman: far from home #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #far from home #Ned Leeds #zendaya #iron man #I love you 3000 #mcu #mcu x reader #iron man x reader #mj Jones

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You and me

Part 1 A/n don’t let this flop bc I just got my wisdom teeth out and I need a win pls lmao I feel disgusting. Spoiler free bc I haven’t been able to leave my house yet... Pairing: Peter Parker x thick! Reader - Peter just laid there. He laid there when his aunt gently knocked on his door and told him I’d come to visit (of course, then, he had the energy to hum out a response to indicate he heard her). Peter just laid there when I sat at the foot of his bed. I made the mistake of looking over at his face and that action alone made me want to cry. His eyes were red and puffy and had dark bags under his eyes. His mouth is in a thin, sad line. When I try to read the emotion behind his red eyes, all I see is this emptiness. Peter’s lying on his stomach, one arm hanging off his bed. I notice that his knuckles are bruised, and a little bloody. I turn my head, looking around the room. It’s messier than I’ve ever seen it. Aunt May apologized when she let me in and told me she tried to tidy up a bit, but it was hard seeing him like that. I completely understood what she meant. What shocked me the most was a whole in the wall, approximately the size of a fist, I put two and two together. “It’s not what you think.” Peter’s voice is tired and hoarse, but it’s the first time you’ve heard it in awhile and you could cry from joy. “Punching a wall would barely even scratch me at this point. As soon as I saw what happened to Mr. Stark, I punched a nearby rock.” “Pete,” you whisper gently, picking up his hand gently. “This looks really bad.” And for a second he almost smiles, but it’s much too weak. “You should see that boulder—it shattered.” “Yeah, yeah,” I mumble without setting his hand down. “I get it, you’re Spiderman, you don’t have to work to impress me with how strong you are.” I jokingly run my fingertips up his arm gently. “I get it.” You're trying to lighten the mood, but you really can feel the muscles under Peter’s sweater and the moment feels way too intimate. You want to keep touching him in anyway you can. You want to comfort him, to take the weight of his pain. “Don’t tell May,” his voice is hollow again, “it would just be another thing she has to worry about.” I know that telling May would be smart, but Peter could get me to do anything with that look in his eye. “Okay, but at least let me wrap it up. Put something on it to prevent infection.” He shifts slightly, but doesn’t sit up. His sweater rides up enough so that I can see part of his v-line and the start of his lower abs, and let me just say damn. I’m an idiot for falling in love with my best friend, but can you blame me? He’s sweet, funny, kind, brave, and not to mention somehow cute and hot at the same time. There are two quick knocks at the door before May opens the door. “There’s a work emergency, I need to go.” She seems worried about Peter. “Will you two be okay?” I know she’s really asking me to look out for him. I see it in her eyes and voice. “We’ll be fine, I won’t leave him alone.” I look back at Peter, “I’ve missed him, Ms. May.” “Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you to call me aunt May or just May.” I nod my head. “Okay, Aunt May.” She smiles. “If Peter was feeling better I might have made a joke about how one day I might actually be your aunt.” You can tell what she’s implying, I look down, feeling the blood rush to my face. “May,” Peter sighs. May holds her hands up in defense. “I’ve missed you rolling your eyes at me. Being around y/n’s already helping.” Aunt May leaves and makes a promise about picking up a pizza on her way home if I promise to stay for dinner. She leaves us alone. As soon as I hear the front door close, I stand up, Peter weakly grips my hand. “Don’t leave me, too.” I cry at how tired he sounds. I sit down on the floor in front of him so that we can both look at each other’s eyes. “Peter, it’s very important to me that you understand this,” I gently run my fingers through his hair without thinking. It’s a little more knitted than I’m used to it being and greaser, but still soft and familiar. I’d done this before, several times, but never like this, while we were both still wide awake. It’d normally happen during movie nights or when he stopped by at my apartment exhausted by patrol or because he was unable to sleep because of nightmares. “I’m not leaving you. Ever. If you ever try to get away from me, I’m going with you.” He finally smiles. It’s weak but real. “Then where are you going?” “Just to get some disinfectant and gauze. You’re just dramatic.” I tease. Peter rolls his eyes. Slowly, he takes my hand out of his hair and moves it down so that his lips are a centimeter away from brushing the back of my palm. He hesitates like he’s nervous, but finally presses a kiss to it. Once again, blood rushes to my face. I have to bite my tongue to avoid stupidly saying “I love you” out loud. I smile after he does it, though, so that he knows it was a good thing. “Keep doing cute things like that and I’m going to have to fall in love you.” Too late. He squeezes my hand. “Fingers crossed.” I smile warmly, but it hurts to know he’s joking. I leave him alone for a second to get the things for his hand. He winces as I wipe alcohol over his injury. After that, I wrap his hand up. Peter finally moves, he sits up, so that I have room to sit next to him on his bed. He lays his head down on my lap, and I start to brush my hand through it again. All I can think about is Peter and his pain; I start thinking about different things that I find comforting. I try messaging his shoulders a bit before tracing his jawline, down his neck, before tracing his colar bone. He moves again to give me more access to his neck. Peter’s sweater rolls up a bit again and I can see his muscles a bit again and when I say he’s hot, I mean he’s insanely hot. And the way he looks at me makes me feel warm in my heart. I tilt my head slightly, not getting why he’s looking at me like that. “Why are you looking at me like that.” “Because if you keep doing stuff like this I’m going to fall in love you.” I have to look away. “Maybe that’s the plan.” I hope I didn’t sound too serious because he’s probably just teasing me based on what I said earlier. I wink at him, he smiles for the second time. “I could do better, though.” He sits up suddenly and I’m so surprised by his actions, I don’t have time to defend myself as he pushes me down and start tickling me. “Peter,” I laugh, “Stop,” another giggle, “Please.” “Take it back,” he states simply. “Fine,” I laugh. “I take it back.” He stops attacking me. My shirt has moved up slightly, and we’ve both noticed it. Is it just me or is he looking at me differently? As if he’s scared, he hesitates before running his thumb over my bare skin. No. This can’t happen. He’s Peter Parker. He’s Spider-Man. He’s everything that I’m not. Attractive, important, and amazing. He’s too good for me to be with in that way, let alone date. Maybe he doesn’t mean it like that...he just needs a bit of comfort; he’s just being nice to me. We’re friends, we cuddle all the time. “Good,” his voice has turned soft. My shirt has moved up a little more, and I can’t remember if he did that. He’s still touching me softly in a way that gives me goosebumps. I try to keep my voice steady, but it’s not really working. “Peter.” Normally, just saying his name when we got a little too...close (I guess that’d be the word) would snap us out of it. I guess all the hurt he’s carrying in his heart means that he doesn’t care about crossing lines unless I tell him that I don’t want him to. “I don’t think I’ve ever realized how soft your skin is,” his voice is still a little rougher than usual because of lack of use. I clear my throat. “You know we can’t.” “Can’t what?” He whispers before laying his head on my stomach and wraps his arms around my waste. I place my hand on is back. “We do stuff like this, all the time. I start rubbing his back gently. “You know what I meant.” He tilts his head up slightly. “What did you think was going to happen? Tell me.” Blood rushes to my face again. “Peter.” “I’m just kidding,” he mumbles into my shirt. My heart cracks a bit, but it’s for the best. “Unless you don’t want me to be.” He winks after that and I laugh a little. “You couldn’t handle all this, spidey.” I brush some of his hair back. He leans towards me, we’re close enough that we could kiss. “You should let me find out.” Yes, Peter and I have acted more like a couple than friends before, but this feels a lot different. He’s probably just too overwhelmed with grief. “You should take care of yourself a little more.” I whisper back. “He—he’d want you to do that.” “Y/n/n, I just miss him so much.” He buries his head into my neck. “I can’t be him. I’m-I’m not iron man and the world needs him.” I hug him tightly. “You don’t need to be him. I think Spiderman is enough, and so would Mr. Stark, and so does the world.” “Right now, your’s is the only opinion I care about.” Aww... “Love you.” It’s always love you never an I love you. “And you’ll be better soon.” “I don’t know what the point is anymore,” he whispers, “look what happens to the good guys.” “You don’t mean that,” I whisper to him. Peter doesn’t say anything, instead he brushes his lips against my neck and it makes me warm and shiver at the same time. “I’m just so tired.” “Come on,” I sit up. “When was the last time you showered?” He pouts after I move. “Do I smell?” I squeeze his non injured hand. “You need to take care of yourself again.” “Y/n/n, I’m fine,” he whispers. “Just stay here.” I don’t meet his gaze, because I know if I do I’ll just have to listen to him. I walk to his bathroom and run the water in his tub. I wait for it to get warm and fill up. He takes his shirt off right in front of me. I try to avoid looking at his chest, but I do catch a few cuts and bruises. “Peter Benjamin Parker!” I gasp. “What happened?” He looks down, a little embarrassed. “I got into a few incidents.” “Pete,” I walk up to him. “You need to be more careful, or at least talk to me.” “I thought I should give you space. You deserve better than just looking after me because I’m—“ “Hey,” you cut him, “I’m just taking care of you, and I like doing it. You’re not a burden.” He stares at me softly. “I-I should go get the gauze.” I go back to Peter’s room and get the gauze and alcohol pads that I’d left on Peter’s bed. I need to get a grip on myself. What’s going on with him? He’s probably just so lost in grief that he’ll cling to anything, including me. There’s no way he likes me like that. No, guys that look him only like girls that look like me in a friend sense. I can watch movies with him and we can hang out and he asks me questions about girls to impress girls he actually likes. I find some pajamas to bring back to him in the bathroom. I knock, Peter assures me it’s okay for me to walk in, and I set the clean clothes down set it down on his bathroom counter. Peter’s in the tub, leaning against the back of it. His hair is already wet. I can’t see anything I haven’t seen before, just his shoulders and his knees, but it feels like I shouldn’t be here. Peter reluctantly reaches for the shampoo. “Let me do It,” I offer gently. He stares down at the shampoo bottle. “You don’t have to. I’m spiderman, I shouldn’t need help washing my hair.” “I want to help,” I tell him honestly. “It’s the least I can do.” He hands me the bottle and I lather some of the product through onto my hands before doing the same to his hair. I make sure to do this as soft as possible, massaging the bubbles through his scalp. Then I rinse it out by pouring water from a cup from his hair. Next, I use some conditioner on his hair and make a mental note of it. Peter Parker isn’t one of those guys that lives off of one bottle of ten-in-one liquid soap. When I rinse out the conditioner, he holds my hand in place before gently moving it down to his shoulder. I let us sit there like that for a minute. “You’re too good to me, y/n/n, I really appreciate you.” You grin. “Then take better care of yourself. I hate worrying about you.” I move my hand slightly. “I mean look at that bruise,” I point at one on his arm. “Every time I check, you’re even more injured.” He leans against the bathtub. “In my defense, you don’t check that often.” “You’ve gotten more muscle-y since last time I checked to.” Where did that come from? “You don’t check that often,” he repeats. “I can say that objectively, right?” I ask. “Because we’re best friends but that doesn’t mean I’m blind.” He smiles a little, but it’s different. “Neither am I.” I clear my throat and stand up quickly. “I’m going to go pick something for us to watch on Netflix.” A few minutes later, I’ve picked a Netflix show on your laptop, and Peter walks in, wearing the clothes I brought him. A white t-shirt, that might be too tight (how am I supposed to keep up with his growing?) and blue, plaid pajama pants. Peter sits next to you on his bed. We start off fairly far apart, but, like usual, we end really close. He lays his head down on my chest and I tense slightly. “Are you okay?” He whispers. “Yeah, I just...” am in love with you. Peter frowns a bit. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us, but I’m confused. One minute I think maybe you-you feel the same way about me, and then the next you break up the moment.” He hesitates, “I’m just tired, and no matter what, we’ll be friends, but...I just need to know how you feel.” He’s staring at me with the most emotional gaze. “Because I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. When spiderman saved you from that robbery at that store.” “Peter, someone like you doesn’t feel that way about someone like me.” You tuck some hair behind your ear. “You’ve seen you and you’ve seen me. And...you’re just feeling sad because of what happened and you’re saying this because I’m here and—“ “You’re so bossy. You always have been.” He cuts me off. “You can’t tell me how I feel.” “Peter, I-“ “I won’t be mad if you feel the same way but don’t say what you’re thinking. I know how I feel about you, and it’s real.” “Peter, you haven’t seen me...” god, how do I say this? “You’re supposed to be with someone that looks like Liz or MJ or...” You blink back some tears. “And I really like you, it might even be love, and all I know is I can’t do this to just have you change your mind when you get a better op—“ I don’t get to finish my sentence because Peter cuts me off with a kiss. It starts off slow, but it quickly grows in speed and passion. Before I know it, I’m lying down on his bed, and Peter’s still kissing me. “Peter,” I pull away, trying to catch my breath. “Believe me now?”

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Forgetting

Summary: In which Rue falls for the little too clean new girl. Pairing: Rue Bennett x reader — Rue laughs, again. Her giggling is loud, and probably annoying to you, but she just can’t help it. You don’t complain, though, you just keep working on your homework. “Y/n,” Rue sing songs in a way that makes blood rush to your face. “Yeah?” You look up momentarily, and are surprised when you see how close (and beautiful) Rue is. Rue still leans a little closer, even though you’re noses are almost touching. “Talk to me,” she grins. “After I finish my homework.” You look down to avoid her gaze. Rue giggles some more, wondering why you put up with her, even as a friend. Without thinking, Rue says, “You’re so pretty. I feel like you’d be so much fun while high.” You continue to stare at your textbook, now unable to focus on reading. “Not that you’re not fun without being high.” “Thanks,” you sigh, continuing to try and refocus. Rue’s your friend. You always let her get away with anything, no matter how much it worries you. “Y/n,” Rue’s still close to you. You look up again, you’re close enough to see all the flaws that Rue doesn’t have. “Yeah?” Rue smiles, and brushes her nose against yours. Blood rushes to your face. “You’re so pretty.” “And you’re so high,” you mumble. “And?” Rue picks up your hand, “I’ve liked you since I first saw you.” “Rue, you’re only saying that because you’re high.” It’s irritating, because you like her, and she can only see you the way you want her to when she’s high. “No...” She drags out the syllable. “I mean it.” You grip your text book tightly. Rue pulls it away from you. “Do that later.” “What do you want me to do now?” Rue lays her head on your now free lap. “Me,” and then she starts giggling like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever said. After she calms down, she just lays there, head still on your lap. You run your fingers through her hair, making sure not to make her curls frizzy. “I don’t get why you never want to get high with me.” “I just don’t want to do that at this point in my life.” You admit. “I’m not scared, or judging it, it’s just right now, I don’t see myself doing it. Maybe one day I will.” She smiles lazily, and you wish this moment could last forever. “I like forgetting,” her words are slow. “I think maybe that’s why I like you,” she sits up quickly and moves so that you’re close again, “you make it easier to not think about.” You could swear you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than Rue in that moment. Her hair’s a little messy, she’s only wearing a tank top and gym shorts, and her eyes are a little red, but the longer you look at her the more her beauty shocks you. “But then I remember you’re too good for me and I want to forget all over again.” That explains why recently she’s needed to be more high around you than normal. Cautiously, you move a hand and place it on Rue’s cheek. “I am nowhere near too good for you.” You brush your thumb right over her lip, caught up in the moment. The calmness quickly ends, because right after that, Rue moves to kiss you. Her lips press against yours softly for a moment, but as soon as you don’t pull away, Rue’s confidence grows and she’s moving her mouth against your’s harder. Her tongue slides over your lips, asking you to open them. You comply, fully emerging yourself in the moment, and more importantly, the way it makes you feel. Before you know it, you’re lying down as Rue continues to kiss you. Hands wander around each other’s body until you notice Rue’s tank top riding up. “Rue,” you pull away, panting for air. “What? Are you going to ask about protection?” She jokes. You allow yourself to laugh a little at her joke. “No, but we can’t do this.” All humor fades, as she quickly moves off of you. “Right.” “Rue,” you grab her wrist before she can leave. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want to do this, but I can’t do it while you’re high. It wouldn’t...” you trail off, not sure how to finish. “It wouldn’t be right.” Rue is no longer trying to leave. “I get it.” She moves to lay down next to you, wrapping one arm around you. “I’ll wake up later and then I won’t be high anymore.” She stretches so that she can place a few kisses on your collar bone, “then we can keep going.” You laugh slightly, to hide how much your body wants to react from her touch. You take her hand and kiss each of her fingers before kissing her jaw and then down her neck gently. “Y/n if you don’t stop,” she mumbles gently in a warning tone. You sigh, smiling, “Sorry, didn’t realize how easily turned on you were.” She opens her eyes and glares. “Keep teasing, and I’ll make your life harder later.” You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what Rue was implying. “I’m counting on it,” you hum, moving so that Rue could lay her head on your stomach more comfortably.

#Zendaya #zendaya x reader #zendaya x reader smut #MJ x reader #Rue Bennett #Rue #Rue Bennett x reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader

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Forgetting

Summary: In which Rue falls for the little too clean new girl. Pairing: Rue Bennett x reader — Rue laughs, again. Her giggling is loud, and probably annoying to you, but she just can’t help it. You don’t complain, though, you just keep working on your homework. “Y/n,” Rue sing songs in a way that makes blood rush to your face. “Yeah?” You look up momentarily, and are surprised when you see how close (and beautiful) Rue is. Rue still leans a little closer, even though you’re noses are almost touching. “Talk to me,” she grins. “After I finish my homework.” You look down to avoid her gaze. Rue giggles some more, wondering why you put up with her, even as a friend. Without thinking, Rue says, “You’re so pretty. I feel like you’d be so much fun while high.” You continue to stare at your textbook, now unable to focus on reading. “Not that you’re not fun without being high.” “Thanks,” you sigh, continuing to try and refocus. Rue’s your friend. You always let her get away with anything, no matter how much it worries you. “Y/n,” Rue’s still close to you. You look up again, you’re close enough to see all the flaws that Rue doesn’t have. “Yeah?” Rue smiles, and brushes her nose against yours. Blood rushes to your face. “You’re so pretty.” “And you’re so high,” you mumble. “And?” Rue picks up your hand, “I’ve liked you since I first saw you.” “Rue, you’re only saying that because you’re high.” It’s irritating, because you like her, and she can only see you the way you want her to when she’s high. “No...” She drags out the syllable. “I mean it.” You grip your text book tightly. Rue pulls it away from you. “Do that later.” “What do you want me to do now?” Rue lays her head on your now free lap. “Me,” and then she starts giggling like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever said. After she calms down, she just lays there, head still on your lap. You run your fingers through her hair, making sure not to make her curls frizzy. “I don’t get why you never want to get high with me.” “I just don’t want to do that at this point in my life.” You admit. “I’m not scared, or judging it, it’s just right now, I don’t see myself doing it. Maybe one day I will.” She smiles lazily, and you wish this moment could last forever. “I like forgetting,” her words are slow. “I think maybe that’s why I like you,” she sits up quickly and moves so that you’re close again, “you make it easier to not think about.” You could swear you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than Rue in that moment. Her hair’s a little messy, she’s only wearing a tank top and gym shorts, and her eyes are a little red, but the longer you look at her the more her beauty shocks you. “But then I remember you’re too good for me and I want to forget all over again.” That explains why recently she’s needed to be more high around you than normal. Cautiously, you move a hand and place it on Rue’s cheek. “I am nowhere near too good for you.” You brush your thumb right over her lip, caught up in the moment. The calmness quickly ends, because right after that, Rue moves to kiss you. Her lips press against yours softly for a moment, but as soon as you don’t pull away, Rue’s confidence grows and she’s moving her mouth against your’s harder. Her tongue slides over your lips, asking you to open them. You comply, fully emerging yourself in the moment, and more importantly, the way it makes you feel. Before you know it, you’re lying down as Rue continues to kiss you. Hands wander around each other’s body until you notice Rue’s tank top riding up. “Rue,” you pull away, panting for air. “What? Are you going to ask about protection?” She jokes. You allow yourself to laugh a little at her joke. “No, but we can’t do this.” All humor fades, as she quickly moves off of you. “Right.” “Rue,” you grab her wrist before she can leave. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want to do this, but I can’t do it while you’re high. It wouldn’t...” you trail off, not sure how to finish. “It wouldn’t be right.” Rue is no longer trying to leave. “I get it.” She moves to lay down next to you, wrapping one arm around you. “I’ll wake up later and then I won’t be high anymore.” She stretches so that she can place a few kisses on your collar bone, “then we can keep going.” You laugh slightly, to hide how much your body wants to react from her touch. You take her hand and kiss each of her fingers before kissing her jaw and then down her neck gently. “Y/n if you don’t stop,” she mumbles gently in a warning tone. You sigh, smiling, “Sorry, didn’t realize how easily turned on you were.” She opens her eyes and glares. “Keep teasing, and I’ll make your life harder later.” You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what Rue was implying. “I’m counting on it,” you hum, moving so that Rue could lay her head on your stomach more comfortably.

#Zendaya #zendaya x reader #zendaya x reader smut #MJ x reader #Rue Bennett #Rue #Rue Bennett x reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader

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Flirty Interviews

Summary: In which you and Tom are costars that aren’t dating (yet), but that doesn’t mean you don’t flirt all press tour. A/n willing to make this a series. Idk yet. — “I don’t know. I mean I think I’m pretty funny, but it’s more because I laugh at everything.” You giggle awkwardly, “I mean, I even laugh at Tom’s jokes.” Tom fake gasps dramatically. “You said you were going to be nice today.” “Sorry, bullying you is just too easy.” You laugh. Tom adjusts his grip on the board with the ‘Google’ symbol. Today’s interview was ‘celebrities answer google’s most asked questions’. The last question asked was ‘Is y/n l/n as funny as she seems in interviews? “I think I should answer this,” Tom smiles. You glare at him. “I don’t know what you’re going to say.” “I’ll be honest.” Tom holds a hand up in defense. “Okay, so, y/n, is annoying, but like in a funny way, sometimes.” It’s your turn to mock gasp. “Rude.” You turn to the cameras, “See? I’m not the mean one!” Zendaya rolls his eyes. “You guys both need to stop acting like you’re not best friends.” You scrunch up your nose. “Eww.” “Eww?” Tom repeats dramatically. “I take it back. She’s never funny.” You glare and get ready to say something back, but Zendaya cuts you off. “Next question.” It’s your turn to peel off the white paper that covers the next question on the board. “Okay,” you finish peeling it off and read it out loud, “Do Tom Holland And y/n l/n kiss in Spider-Man: Far From Home?” This is what you didn’t want. “Um...” You half shrug, “Spoilers?” Tom jumps in, “No, I think we can answer.” “No offense, but you’ve spoiled so many things, I don’t exactly trust your judgement.” Tom glares, “That was low.” Tom eases his expression a little, “Come on, y/n/n, give the people what they want.” Tom knows he can get you to do whatever he wants when he calls you when he calls you that. “Fine,” You sigh, “But when our people come for us, you get all the blame.” “I’d take all the blame for you any time.” Tom says a little too seriously. Zendaya sighs, “Oh my god, that was cheesy.” You laugh a little. “It was.” “I’m never being nice to you again,” Tom pouts. “Aww,” you pout in return reaching for Tom’s hand without thinking. Both of you squeeze each other’s hand, looking all cute and in love. Zendaya looks at the two of you and then back at the camera like she’s on the office. Not in a jealous, or annoyed way, but in a ‘why don’t these idiots know they’re in love with each other’. “Okay, fine,” you drop Tom’s hand, turning to the camera, “We do kiss in the movie.” “Remember filming that day?” Tom asks. You look down, feeling heat rush to your face. “It was really awkward because they were all like staring.” “We had to do that scene like five times because we kept laughing,” Tom adds. Yes, adding to the process didn’t make it less awkward, but you both couldn’t help giggling. Which might have been cute if the scene wasn’t supposed to be really intense. “We both split a pack of mint tic-tacs before filming that.” You laugh a little at the memory. “Yeah, and she was really into it,” Tom jokes, winking at the camera. “Okay, no.” You glare at Tom. “I explained it to you.” You turn to the camera, wanting to laugh, “So no one told me I was supposedly to pull away. Like I thought he was supposed to end the kiss. So I was just waiting...and Tom was waiting for me to do it...so it was just...” “Long,” Zendaya finishes, “You were like making out for awhile.” “Because I was waiting on you,” Tom blushes. You roll your eyes. “I was waiting on you!” You both make eye contact before bursting into laughter. “Next question,” Tom says when he recovers from laughing. “Let’s see,” Tom reveals the next question, “Is Tom Holland a good kisser?” Tom looks over at you, while you try to shrink back into your seat. “Y/n?” You sigh. “I don’t—I don’t know.” “Um, if anyone would know it’s you,” Zendaya adds. You struggle to think of a way to answer this without revealing to the world—and more importantly, Tom—that you like him. “I mean, objectively,” you stare down at your hands, “Yeah, I guess. He was pretty good at it.” “Pretty good at it?” Tom repeats. “That’s not what it seemed like when you didn’t end the kiss until the director broke it up.” Your face feels warm. “No one told me I was supposed to end the kiss.” You defend yourself again. “It’s just a coincidence that it wasn’t bad and I was okay with what was happening.” Tom grins cheekily. “You thought it was good.” You roll your eyes dramatically. “I said it wasn’t bad, don’t let it go to your big head.” “If it makes you feel better, I think you were good, too.” Your heart could literally stop right then and there. Tom freakin’ Holland, your best friend and crush, just said you were a good kisser. “It does,” you sigh seriously, “A little.” You smile awkwardly. “Okay, next question.” “Before we move on,” Zendaya adds, “I just want to let everyone know that there was a really cute take while they were filming that scene. I think it was the first take where they kissed and then they both pulled away because they were giggling and they just looked so cute.” “Z!” You glare at her, a little embarrassed, but still smiling from the cute memory. “But yeah, that was kinda cute. What wasn’t cute is after that everyone kept acting like we were dating.” “I thought that was cute,” Tom puts his arm around your shoulder as it to emphasis his next point, “We started acting like we were dating, too, to try and get people to leave us alone.” You laugh a bit, leaning into Tom. “Maybe you’ll see that video when some of the bloopers come out.” Now you turn back to your board and reveal the next question. “Are Tom Holland and y/n l/n dating?” This should be fun. “No, we’re friends.” You answer on instinct. “Yeah, just friends,” Tom echoes before adding, “Because she wants to be.” This takes you back. “Wait, What?” Tom doesn’t look at you or say anything. “Funny, because I don’t remember you asking me out.” “So you’re saying you’d say yes?” Tom gives you a look that’s a cross between teasing and nervous. “Because you make it really hard to tell.” “I don’t,” You defend yourself. “And I’m saying that I can see myself saying yes if you maybe felt like asking.” Tom stares at you. “Okay the next question is for you. Will you go out with me?” “Yes.” “You guys are just going to get cuter together, aren’t you?” Zendaya asks. Neither of you reply, you’re too busy staring at each other.

#Tom Holland #Tom Holland x reader #Peter Parker #Peter parker x reader #Spider-Man #spiderman #Spider-Man x reader l #spiderman imagines #x actress! Reader #Tom Holland x actress! Reader #marvel #random #x famous! Reader

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“You could always try talking to her.” MJ repeats without looking up from her book. She knows that Peter will ignore her advice, again. As soon as you became the topic of conversation, Ned and Peter wouldn’t listen to her. It didn’t matter how right she was. And MJ wonders how long she can handle this, because it’s starting to get annoying. “Y/n l/n looked so good at that party.” Ned continues his discussion with Peter. “Definitely.” Peter and Ned both continue to ignore MJ. “Y/f/c is her color. That might be her best dress.” MJ wonders how much more of this she can physically put up with. “How would you know? You weren’t invited.” “It was all over Instagram,” Peter says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, he stalks her instagram all the time,” Ned adds. Peter glares at his friend. “I don’t.” “Peter, you’re literally an avenger, talk to her.” MJ could explode. “She doesn’t know that!” He whisper hisses. “She probably doesn’t even know I exist.” “Then why is she walking over here?” MJ replies smoothly. “What?” Peter whispers before turning around. Sure enough, you were approaching their table. Peter looks around, trying to find anyone that you might actually be looking for. “Hi,” you say as soon as you’re close to the table. “You’re Peter, right? We had history together last year.” “Yeah, I’m Peter, always been Parke—Peter Parker.” Peter mentally kicks himself. “Second period history, last year. I remember. Mrs. Hanson loved you and you loved the class except when we had those detailed reports, you always kinda scrunched your nose whenever we were working on them.” Why did he let himself sound like a stalker? He mentally kicks himself again. “Yeah, some people have a problem controlling their mouths and my issue is mainly facial expressions,” you laugh slightly. “Anyways, you’re in the first AP chem class of the day right?” “Yes,” he replies a little too quickly. You smile slightly. “Is there going to be a pop quiz today? Because some of my friends said they heard there would be. I’d ask my friend Eliza, she’s in your class, but she’s at the dentist today, so...” “There’s a quiz, but it’s not that hard,” Peter finally says. “I mean, it’s based on the homework. So as long as you did the reading and answered the questions you’ll be fine.” When Peter sees your relieved expression, he has to bite back a smile. Calming down had somehow made you prettier. “That’s great. I’m still a little iffy on the whole chapter, but I understood this weekend’s homework.” You smile and Peter’s heart all about stops. “Y/n!” A blonde girl in a black crop top calls behind you in the noisy cafeteria. You turn your head and hold up two fingers to tell her to give you two minutes, not wanting to just walk away mid-conversation. You hated that kind of rudeness. Meanwhile, Peter’s amazed. You had the time to go to the party that one of your popular friends had thrown, participate in community service at the animal shelter, and finish your AP homework. Not that he’s stalking you. It’s not stalking if you happen to post something on Snapchat/Instagram, and he just happens to remember. And then go follow the account of an animal shelter that you tagged on your Instagram story. “Y/n!” The same blonde calls again. “Sorry, I better go before Cheyanne gets a detention,” you turn to leave. Peter sees his one, miracle chance slipping away and he’s debating whether or not to say something else. “Test, Chem test.” You pause after Peter blurts that out. “There’s a chem test next week and if you feel like you don’t get something from this chapter I could go over it with you.” You don’t answer right away. Peter panics and adds this next part in a rush or words, “Imeanonlyifyouwantto.” “That’d be great,” you smile again and Peter could just die. Peter quickly grabs a pen and scribbles his number on a napkin and hands it to you. When you reach out to take it, your fingers brush. Peter wonders why his spidey sense can’t warn him about things like this. “Thanks,” you fold the napkin and put it in the pocket of your jeans. “Y/n!” Your friend yells again. “See ya later,” you add. “Yeah, See ya.” “You gave y/n your number!” Ned high fives Peter as soon as you’re out of earshot. “I stuttered and I sounded like a stalker,” Peter face palms. “Maybe she didn’t notice?” Ned offers. “That was hard to watch,” MJ turns a page in her book. “If it had lasted longer I could have drawn you in your biggest crisis.” Peter sighs, “Sorry, next time I’ll try to extend my humiliation.” “At least she has your number and a reason to call.” Ned tries. Peter gets through the school day doing everything he can to avoid making eye contact with you in the halls. Not that you look at him in the halls, like ever. When he goes on patrol later that evening, he keeps checking his phone. Everything is relatively uneventful, so Peter finds himself checking your Snapchat. He remembers what Ned said, about him stalking you on social media. “Karen, why am I like this?” “Like what, Peter?” Look at him. Turning to his suit AI with questions he can’t even word correctly. “Hey, get off of me.” A voice distracts him. Peter stands up on instinct and looks down from the roof he’s standing on. He’s beyond surprised to see you standing there, still wearing the outfit you wore to school. “Is that the girl?” Karen asks. “Y/n.” Peter wonders why he talks to Karen so much. “Yes.” A guy Peter recognizes from school is walking really close to you. Football player. Annoying. “Come on, everyone knows you’re easy.” “Shut up,” you try not sound as hostile as you want to be. Were the occasional rumors that you were easy annoying? Yes, a little, especially since you’ve never even kissed a guy before. But people talk and life could be a lot worse. And your friends know the truth, right? Even if they push you to go out more than you want, especially with homework. They get you, right? “Get off of me.” He’s pushed you into the wall a little more. Peter reminds himself that right now he’s Spider-Man and this is definitely a situation that he needs to stop. Peter quickly gets off the roof and intervenes, getting rid of the guy. “Are you Alright?” “Yeah,” You smile a little, “Thank you, for that.” “Just a day in the life of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.” You squint a little. “You sound familiar.” Crap. Peter clears his throat. “No, I’ve never met you.” There’s silence again. “Do you want me to walk you home?” You two walk side by side. It’s a little too quiet for a minute. “You know I’m not as slutty as that situation made me seem,” you say randomly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with slutty, it’s just not me. I’ve never even kissed anyone before.” This takes Peter back. No, he didn’t think that you slept with everyone on the football team (not that he’d care if you had), but he never thought you’d never have kissed anyone. “I didn’t think you were.” “My friends like to talk, and make jokes. People take it literally.” You shrug a little. “I guess sometimes it has to make me wonder how well they actually know me. It’s easy to see someone a certain way, but it’s even easier to get that mixed up, y’know?” Peter could have never guessed that you felt like that. Ever. “I do.” You laugh, “I have no idea why I’m telling you this.” “It’s easy to talk to a mask.” — That was about four months ago. After learning how you felt, Peter decided to try to be your friend. Like a real, genuine one. It started the day after he talked to you at lunch. You had texted him asking about AP chem. After a study session that involved more talking than actual studying, a friendship was born. “Hey, loser,” you pop into Peter’s room after May let you in. “You’re the loser,” he smile. You roll your eyes and flop onto his bed. “I can’t stay for long because I have so much homework.” “So do I. We could do it together,” he offers. “Yeah, that used to be fun, and then you started running out on me every time.” You unzip your backpack. Peter scratches the back of his head, feeling a little guilty about his Spider-Man duties. “I won’t this time. I promise.” You don’t say anything. “When we finish we can watch a movie, and I have that ice cream you like.” “Parker, keep offering me ice cream and I’m going to fall in love with you.” Peter wishes what you were saying wasn’t a joke. You wish that Peter could see you loving him as something more than a joke. “Catch,” you hold out a gummy worm from your back pack and toss it at Peter, who catches it smoothly. You both end up watching Star Wars and eating ice cream. Peter Parker made you feel like yourself. Being with him made you feel like you were no longer living your life like someone in a picture. “You know at one point you’re going to get a girlfriend that’s going to replace me in this scenario,” you mumble. “No one could replace you,” Peter says a little too seriously. “You’re too weird,” he adds to ease the mood. “Wow, when the weirdo says I’m weird, I know I have to worry.” You watch Peter roll his eyes. “But in all seriousness, there’s no other person, dork or otherwise, I’d want to eat ice cream with while watching Star Wars with.” Peter smiles, which makes your heart feel warm. “Aww, you like me.” “No, I don’t,” You scoff, “you’re weird and I called you a dork.” You sit up a little bit more, nervous. “But, actually, do you like anyone? Like in a boyfriend-girlfriend way?” “Yes.” His voice is so soft you can barely hear it. You want to know and also never want to talk about this again. Your bubble with Peter is perfect. “Spill.” “No.” “You’re so rude,” you glare at him. “I’m not going to tell anyone!” “Okay, fine,” Peter agrees before bending a finger at you, telling you to scoot closer. You listen, scooting closer. In fact, you’re so close to him that if your head hadn’t been turned to the side, your lips could’ve brushed. “I’m Spider-Man,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver slightly. This makes you laugh like crazy. “Peter I’m serious.” “It doesn’t matter.” “Is this because you think I’ll meddle?” “Maybe a little.” You don’t move away from him, but you’re glaring at him. “I won’t—“ He cuts you off with a look. “Okay, but my meddling is only for your own good.” “Y/n/n,” he sighs, “let this go, please?” “Fine, then I won’t tell you who I like.” This feels like a major mistake. Peter stiffens. “You like someone?” “Um...you know I—“ Something in Peter tells him this is his now or never moment. “Let’s say it at the same time.” Oh, shit. You’re going to have to hear him say some other girl’s name when you say his. “Fine.” “One.” “Two.” “Three.” On three, both of you say, “You.” After that, you both kind of stare at each other in shock. “Can I kiss you?” “I think I’m going to be mad if you don’t.” The kiss is perfect. Soft, passionate, and something else that makes it addictive. “We should’ve done this a long time ago,” you say as soon as you pull away for air. “Then let’s make up for it.”

#Spiderman #spiderman x reader #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker #Peter Parker x you #zendaya

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Peter Parker x reader

Im excited to write a Peter Parker x reader later that focuses on Peter lowkey crushing on a popular girl that’s the reader. He thinks she has no idea who he is, one night as Spider-Man he saves her and then she talks about how she feels all her friends are fake so Peter decides to talk to her at school and then they become besties and finally confess feelings. And he’s the only one that sees her for her bc a lot of ppl think that she’s (idk how to word this lmao) like her friends which means they think she loves partying and sleeping around but she’s not like that?? Idk if that makes sense here I hope you get the main point lmao. Should I do this in multiple parts? Does anyone wanna read something like this lmao?

#Tom Holland #Tom Holland x reader #marvel #marvel imagines #Spider-Man x reader #Spider-Man x you #zendaya #zendaya x reader smut #Tom Holland smut #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker #Peter Parker imagines #Peter Parker x you #iron man #iron man x reader #Spider-Man: far from home #Peter Parker fluff #Peter Parker angst #reader insert

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Don’t go

“Please don’t go.” Tate’s voice breaks the calm feel of the room. Today, you and Tate decided to listen to Nirvana and just lay on your bed for awhile. Both of you were fed up with different things in your life and needed the escape. You would’ve laughed at how dramatic Tate was being if it wasn’t for the sad, abandoned-puppy look in his eyes. “It’s school, Tate,” you finally say, “I have to go.” “It’s one day.” He scoots closer to you and you internally prepare yourself for a battle. Your eyes meet his brown ones. You wish you could spend every day near him so that he’d never have to feel lonely or abandoned in this house, but you can’t. However, Tate has a way of making you forget that. A way of making you give in. “You always say that and I always give in. Those ‘just one day’s add up.” Normally, you’d be able to roll your eyes at his pouting, but right now, Tate seems genuinely upset. “I’m alone here.” He’s not yelling, but his voice is harsher than you’re used to. “Why pretend that things are different? Why should we do anything together when you’re just going to leave me?” His voice breaks a little. Tate then rolls away from you so that his back is facing you. He’s curled himself up a bit, too. Normally, he’d try to convince you to stay by basically cuddling you into submission. That’s the first thing that clues you in that this is probably about something else. Slowly, you crawl towards him before brushing his hair gently with your hand. Your heart physically hurts while seeing him like this, but you’re worried that if you hug him now, he’ll push you away. “Tate, I’m not leaving you, it’s a few hours, and then I come back. And it’s not like I’m happy about it.” You make your voice as gentle as possible. “That’s what you say,” he mumbles. “Because it’s the truth.” You’ve never wanted to hug him more. You want to take away all his insecurities. “I hate leaving you alone. I miss you and I worry and...” This would be a lot better if you could tell him you love him, but you don’t think he loves you back. You met Tate when you’re horror novel author of a mother decided to move into the murder house while needing inspiration for her next bestseller and while needing a distraction from her divorce. Tate was still in love with Violet. He talked to you about that. You told him about your complicated feelings on your father. You both bounded over a similar taste in music and quickly became each other’s safety blankets. Your favorite hobby recently seemed to be blurring the line between friends and dating. Constantly kissing each other on the cheek, falling asleep together, and helping each other through any overwhelming feeling. Tate does something you can’t ever remember him doing: he moves into a sitting position as a way of brushing you off and stands up. “Whatever, y/n.” “Tate,” without even thinking about it, you stand up and run in front of him before he can leave your room. “Is this about something else?” You reach down and take his hand in yours, he reluctantly lets you. “This has to be about more than just me going to school on a Monday, like I’ve done a thousand times. Plus, normally on Monday’s your a little more okay about it because I just spent two days with you. “Every time you go out there, you’re seeing things and talking to people, and one day you’re going to find something that you want more than this.” There it is. Tate’s actual fear. “What?” It almost makes you want to laugh. “Nothing will ever make me not want to come home and you’re my home, Tate.” You move to hug him, expecting for this to be over, or at least diffused enough for the both of you to lay back down. “I saw the texts,” he doesn’t let you hug him and drops your hand. Tate runs cold. Ghosts run cold. But you’ve never felt it with him, every single touch left you feeling warm, but when he drops your hand you feel a chill, sending a shiver through you. “What texts?” “I wasn’t looking through your phone. I wouldn’t betray your trust like that.” He looks down like he’s embarrassed. “You told me to get your phone while you were showering because you wanted to show me some pictures. When I did, it buzzed and I saw your dad was sending in his monthly texts, talking about his new family. You were already not feeling good so I wanted to open it so that the notification would go away and you wouldn’t see it for awhile.” “Tate that’s so—“ He cuts you off before you can compliment him, “And when I went to do that, I saw texts from someone named John. He was asking you to go out with him and for you to send him nudes.” You want to scream and laugh at the same time. “This is about John. He’s a creep in my history class, he says that kinda shit to every girl.” “Maybe you don’t like John, but one day you’ll meet someone that you do.” Tate stares at his shoes for this next part, “And you’ll love them the way I love you.” Hold on. Did he just? “Tate, I already have met someone I love like that,” you say slowly, moving closer to him to take his hands, “you. It’s you.” The relief in Tate’s face makes all your worries about being rejected melt away. He leans forward and kisses you. It’s hard and definitely meant to make up for lost time but also tender. He pulls away slowly. “This is happening?” “Yes,” you wrap your arms around him. “And I guess I can skip another day, but just this time.”

#Tate Langdon #ahs #Evan Peters #Tate Langdon x reader #Tate langdon #Michael Langdon #Michael langdon x reader #American horror story #murder house #Evan Peters x reader #Constance Langdon #Violet Harmon #ahs 8

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Odd Meetings

Summary: your a witness for a case, and Reid develops a little crush on you. He doesn’t know that you’re also developing a crush on him, so he tries to make your interactions last as long as possible (repeatedly asking you questions that he already knows the answer to, talking to you and saying it’s for the case, etc.). His team notices him and decide to play matchmaker. Mainly because they love Spencer, but also because they want to end the case already. — You hadn’t exactly witnessed a murder. Your coworker got murdered while you both were the only ones on the late shift. You were sitting in the back when you heard a scream that sounded like Hannah. You decided to play the dumb girl at the start of horror movies and ran out (armed with a broom) in time to see her collapsed, covered in blood, her eyes opened. You had freaked and called the cops, obviously. Apparently that murder was similar to five others in the same state...so the BAU got involved. Again, you didn’t see the murderer, the most you saw was a figure in a black hoodie run into the night as the door swung open and the bell that normally signaled a customer rang. But with as often as the BAU (more specifically, Dr. Spencer Reid, contacted you) anyone would have thought you had seen the man’s face and had multiple conversations with him. When you first saw Spencer, you were pouring coffee, and you almost spilled it. You just stared at him. He was so attractive. He had been a little awkward (he kept rambling about murder statistics then facts about coffee), but you found him endearing. Now, though, he comes in about every day or you go to the BAU to answer some questions. “Y/n,” Spencer walks in. I smile a little. “Spence, business or pleasure?” You ask jokingly, already knowing his answer. “Just a few questions on what happened to your coworker.” Spencer sits at the counter. You give a middle aged woman a bagel and an espresso cup before turning your attention to Spencer. “Alright, you’re pretty good at coming in at the between lunch and breakfast lull.” You stand right in front of him, the only thing between you the wooden counter. “So, I’ve got some time, shoot.” “Did she have any messy ex-relationships?” You had gotten different versions of this question at least twice. “Hannah was really into dating, like a lot, but her relationships were usually short. Not long enough for anyone to form an attachment to kill her. At least I don’t think so.” “The murderer hasn’t done anything since Hannah Marksman died, which has officially broken his cycle, so now we’re leaning towards the theory that it all had to do with Hannah,” Reid explains. “Yeah, you mentioned that yesterday,” you mention casually, wiping at a smudge on the counter with a cleaning rag. “Yes, I just...” “Spence, relax,” you stop cleaning, “I could listen to you repeat different theories all day long.” He looks down like he’s momentarily embarrassed. “I have a lot that you’ve heard, but things are always changing. He’s only killed blondes that dyed their hair blonde and parted it down the middle. All the girls looked a lot alike.” “Not that I’d know, but don’t serial killers usually have a type.” Before he can say anything, you smile and add, “You guys could put me in a blonde wig with dark roots and I could get contacts and like interact with all your leads, and if they try to murder me, we’ll know.” He gets visibly nervous at the thought, “No, I wouldn’t—“ he cuts himself off while scrunching up his face in a really cute way, “You’re kidding.” You laugh a little, “It’s a good thing you’re a genius, or you wouldn’t have been able to figure that out.” He smiles a little. You grab a mug and start making coffee. You slide it over to him and reach over for the creams and sugars. “How do you take it? On the house.” “No, you don’t have to—“ You cut him off, “You’re in here like every day investigating this case, I think that earns you a cup of coffee.” “Thank you,” Spencer says. You bully him a bit for the way he takes his coffee. “I haven’t seen anyone take coffee with this much sugar and cream that wasn’t a thirteen year old girl that’s only drinking it to post about it.” “I like my coffee with enhanced flavor.” You laugh at that even more. — “What is taking pretty boy so long?” Morgan asks from the car. “He insists that we need to ask the witness even more questions, but I have no idea what else she could know.” “Isn’t it obvious,” Garcia says over the phone. “I’ve met her, she’s pretty and cute, smart, nice...” she trails off, “Is definitely Spencer’s type.” Morgan looks through the window. “That’s why he told me to wait in the car.” Morgan can see Spencer through the window, laughing with you. “Do you think that’s why he always finds excuses to talk to her and why he hasn’t put his usual,” Morgan pauses while looking for the right word, “Spencer-ness in action for this case.” “I could’ve told you that a long time ago,” Garcia sighs, “It’s a good thing that you look like you do, because you’re a little slow today.” “We should do something, right?” “I thought you’d never ask! We need to get as many people in on this as possible, to make sure that it actually happens.” A few minutes later, Spencer walks back to the car, trying to hide his smile. “Did you get what you needed?” “Yeah,” Spencer says a little too quickly. “Yeah, she’s a good witness.” “Coffee girl’s cute, too.” Spencer tenses slightly, but tries to seem casual. “I hadn’t really noticed,” he watches you take an old man’s order, “but now that you mention it, she has aesthetically pleasing features.” Morgan starts the car and laughs. “What?” “Nothing,” Morgan recovers quickly. “Let’s just get back, lover boy.” Spencer groans and spends the rest of the car ride trying to convince Morgan that he doesn’t have a crush on you. Only, he’s really bad at it. “Is she really nice? Yes. Do I like it when she laughs or does that thing when she raises one eyebrow and scrunches up her nose a little when she’s confused and doesn’t even realize she’s doing it? Yes. Am I happy when I’m around her? Yes. But that doesn’t mean anything.” “You’ve got it bad,” Morgan laughs while parking the car. — The next day, you get a call from Penelope Garcia. You had met her about three times when the BAU first started interrogations. You thought she was awesome. “Hi, Penelope. I’d ask how you got my number, but I’m just going to assume you have your ways.” “Smart of you.” She hums. “We’re working on a lead and we need you to answer some questions. I’ll send you the address.” Your phone buzzes like you got a text. You open it. “I can be there in about fifteen minutes.” You look at yourself in the mirror. It’s your day off and you were watching cheesy movies in sweats. “Out—“ ugh, you’re so lame, “Out of curiosity, is Spencer there today?” “He’s always here,” Garcia tells me, “Maybe if he had a girlfriend to drag him away. He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” She’s really exaggerating that last sentence. “That’s surprising,” is what you said out loud. “Um okay, so see you in about twenty minutes,” you say. “Didn’t you say fifteen minutes?” “Um...traffic, probably,” look at yourself again and think about all the work you have to do, “Maybe half an hour, forty five minutes tops.” Once Garcia hangs up it feels like a win. Later, you show up at the BAU. “y/n,” Spencer says in surprise, “I didn’t think I’d see you today.” “Good surprise or bad?” You’re both smiling a lot. “Good.” There’s an awkward silence. “Can I guess how many grams of sugar are in that coffee?” You point at the coffee cup on his desk. “It’s not that much,” he defends. “Compared to what? A bag of...marshmallows.” He laughs a little. “So what are you doing here?” “Surprising you.” “Really?” “No, Penelope called me.” You laugh a little, “How would I even have the address?” Before he can answer Penelope calls you over. She shows you some pictures and talks to you and asks you a lot of questions. Everyone at the BAU is really nice, but you still find any excuse to talk to Spencer. “Alright, girl talk time,” Garcia grins as soon as it’s just the girls in a room. “Y/n, what do you think of Spencer?” Wow. Sudden. “I don’t-I don’t know. I mean he’s cute and we have this thing where I’ll say something really sarcastic and dramatic and he’ll be like you can’t do that before realizing I’m kidding, and you know he makes me smile, and I don’t know—“ You trail off and just grin. “Aww!” So, after that, it seems like everyone was trying to get you to ask Spencer out. You think that if he liked you, he’d have asked you out, or at the very least, talked to you outside of the case. The team’s last effort to get you to make a move is Morgan. He keeps talking to you about it and you make a lot of jokes about ways it could go wrong which makes both of you laugh. Spencer has been watching it happen, but he doesn’t know that he’s the source of conversation. You continue to try and talk to him, but he’s acting distant. You have no idea why. “Why don’t you do it?” “He’s just great, you know? What am I supposed to do? Say ‘hey we should go out some time’?” The door opens behind you. It’s Spencer. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” Spencer feels a little hurt and betrayed. Morgan knew how he felt and for a second he let himself think that maybe you liked him too. — “Can we talk?” You walk up to his desk, holding two coffee cups. “I won’t make fun of how much stuff I had to put in yours.” Spencer takes it reluctantly. “So you and Morgan?” He doesn’t even get you a chance to answer, “That’s great, I mean I thought we were friends but he knew.” “Knew what?” “There’s no way you don’t know. Why would I go see you every day to ask you the same questions? It’s because I—I just wanted to—I like you.” You start to laugh like crazy. “Right.” “No, Spence,” you grab his arm, “I’m not laughing at you, I swear. I’m laughing at how stupid we are. Morgan was trying to help me ask you out.” “What?” “Look at your coffee cup.” He looks down, you wrote your number on it and ‘in case you ever need someone that’s willing to put that much sugar in your coffee’. He smiles. “That’s cute.” “You’re cute,” you smile, taking a step towards him. “Cute enough for a date?” He takes two steps towards you. You and Spencer are close enough that your feet touch. It’s hard to tell who starts it, but you’re both kissing and it’s as good as you both imagined. When you both pull away for air, he asks again, “So about that date?” “Um...I think I’m going to need to think about it.” You’re obviously joking. He kisses you again. “Okay, obviously I’m saying yes, but can we do that one more time.” “It worked!” Garcia says loudly. “Your welcome.” You roll your eyes. “You know this could have happened a lot sooner if you had just talked to me.” “Me? What about you?” “You’re a genius,” you defend, “you should’ve know, dork.” “You constantly calling me stuff like that didn’t help me piece it together.” “Loser.” “See?” “Fine,” you take his hand, “You might have a point, but you’re still a dork, but you’re my dork.” Spencer smiles and it makes you happy. “I’m happy with that.”

#BAU #criminal minds #Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid x reader #BAU x reader #Criminal Minds x reader #Penelope Garcia #detective Morgan

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Does anyone want me to write a Spencer Reid x reader

I have an idea for one but idk if anyone wants that lol. Lmk.

#Spencer #Spencer Reid x reader #criminal minds #cm #Spencer Reid imagines #imagines #Derek Morgan #Penelope Garcia