#fake friend tingz

[itsmebytch001]

another one, Yandere dad Aaron sends Miles after Y/N after she sneaks out the house to go to a party, her punsiment in being trapped in her room with out internet, only miles and her dad.

Hello Me.

My Cousin As My Keeper-> Part One

Summary: Aaron inlists the help of Mile's to track you down after you sneak off to a party.

Warnings: Over bearing yandere family tingz.

You really thought you had made a good slip away, making it out the building and onto the streets with out your Dad hearing was quite the feet, so you ran down the pavment to the end of your road where you met your good friend Musa, and together to slid off into the club scene of New York with your brillantly made fake ID's.

Meanwhile, Your Dad Aaron had been chilling on the sofa when you slid off, if it weren't for the TV blaring he might made heard you. It was only when he called for you did he notice, you were being awafully quite.

Aaron: "Hey Y/N, you want some hot coco?"

...

odd, she's never asleep this time...

Aaron: "Ay, Y/n you want some coco or not?"

Still, nothing.

he approached your door cautiously, as if you would pounce out at him at any moment at him, he slowly turns the knob of the door, opening to reveal you asleep in bed, he gose to give you a shake, only to realise it's not you, its a damm pillow.

He then notices your window half open, maybe he should put bars on them.

He sighs to himself, pondering round your room before he calls you, he knows you aren't going to pick up beacuse what self preserving teen would?

Hi, Its Y/N Leave me a message

So he then texts Miles:

Meanwhile, Miles is at home, sitting by his drawing board throwing up some concept art, he hears a bing and gose to check his phone.

Uncle Aaron > Uncle Aaron: ay Miles you know were Y/N At? Miles: No is everying okay Uncle Aaron: she off again Miles: in her star girl era Uncle Aaron: what Miles: nothin Uncle Aaron: you think you could find her for me Miles: i guess Uncle Aaron: thx

Now Miles didn't really want to have to go out looking for you, or harass you over text to find you like he had done before, honestly he thought it best just to let you do your thing, but his uncle was so afraid of something happeing to you he would always conact Miles to find you.

And at this point, Miles was like a PI with the sole mission of finding you, and each time he did, at a party, a club or with a guy, espically with a guy he became more frustrated with you, running off for hours at a time, wasting his time to go out and find you.

Sometimes it felt like an attention game, like you would go off and do reckless things for your Dad's, Miles and your Aunt ad Uncle's attention, like going off with a guy you barley knew while drunk, or sleeping over at stranges house.

Sometimes it felt like hide n seek.

And to be honest, beacuse he always won, and I mean always, pulling you out that guys car by your hair, or breaking into that strangers house waking you up and pulling you back home, he kinda liked playing, as long as he got their in time before you actually did something stupid.

So the game begins.

He starts with the basics, calling you...

ring

ring

ring

Hi, its Y/N leave me a message

He dosen't bother texting, he know's you won't answer.

So he checks your snap maps.

Youv'e turned them off, youre getting better...

He checks your story, nothing.

He checks your streaks, also nothing.

So now he's getting into the complicated stuff, contacting youre friends.

Mile's was fond of some of your mates, but felt indiffrent to most.

You see for awhile, it was just you two, cousins raised as siblings against the world, but once you got to high school and drifted a bit, you made a whole group of girl friends and he was now a secondary person in youre life.

He knew ratinally it was wrong to be jealous of you having friends, but he felt like they took you away from your family, from him.

He began seeing after school hours, hanging out at youre house, or in a park or people watching, maybe even throwing up art with youre Dad.

Then it was only on weekends, usually Saturday where you would catch up on youre week.

And now, here you two are at 17, and he only ever see's you maybe twice a month? and of course Holidays but that was all.

That's not counting these stunts of yours, of course.

He opens up his contacts to try and fenesse some information out of them.

Musa (Y/N) > Miles: yo Musa, you at this party Musa: ...? Miles: The party with Y/N u with her Musa: soz no Miles: do u know where it is Musa: nope, but Ayesha probs will Miles: kk

Ayesha (Y/N) >

Miles: Ayesha u with Y/N

Read 4 mins ago

Miles:...?

Read 7 mins ago

He knew she was probablly ignoring him, she really didn't like Miles, thought he was over bearing and possesive for a cousin and called him out for it.

Miles: helllloooooooooooooo

Read 2 mins ago

She was a lost cause, so to the next one.

Flora (Y/N)>

Miles: Ay Flo u know where Y/N at? Flora: dont call me Flow my name is Flo-RA Miles: jeez just a nick name chill Miles: U know where Y/N at Flora: dont do that Miles: what Flora: give me a nick name like were friends Miles: it isn't that deep chill Flora: ugh

Flora aslo didn't like Miles, she just was to meek to say it.

next one...

Tecna (Y/N)> Miles: hey Tecna: I already know what u want, the asnwer is i'm not with her, i don't know where she is, but I know she went with Stella so she's safe. Miles: damm okay

God, Miles didn't like Stella, she always said she's look out for you at parties but never did, mainly beacuse she was to damm high to realise what ever was happening, sometimes she was so out of it he had to get her home as well as you.

Stella(Y/N) > Miles: Ay Stella Miles: Stelllaaaaaaaa Miles: Helloooooooooo Miles: STELLA

ugh, he'd have to call her, wouldn't he...

Ringing Stella (Y/N) Ring Ring Ring Hiiiii, Its Stella can't come to the phone right now but leave me a message!

He hated my whiny fucking voice, but if she didn't asnwer, who would?

Bloom!

But He knew Bloom also didn't like him, so he might have to lie to her just a bit.

Bloom(Y/N) Miles: Ay Bloom u know where this praty at? Bloom: and why would i tell you Miles: I got a voice message from Y/N sounded bad Bloom:...? Miles: Some guy being creepy Miles: she had obvs been drinking Miles: She wanted me to come pick her up but wont answer my calls Bloom: U sure she asked you to come pick her up? Miles: Yeah? Bloom: U sure this isn't just u being wierldy obessive over your cousin Bloom: like when u crahsed my praty a few weeks back Bloom: U broke into my house? Miles: listen i just wanna help her Miles: and i did not 'break into' your house, i didn't steal anything Bloom: U CAME IN MY WINDOW Miles: U LEFT IT OPEN Bloom: WHAT IS WRONG WITH U

What to say...What would be the right thing to say to get her to tell her where you were.

...

...

...

Ringing Bloom (Y/N) ring ring

Bloom: "...what?"

Miles: "Listen, I'm not trying to start anything with you or youre little girl group but my family is out there, drunk as hell and with Stella who we both know, has a problem"

He could sense the eye roll through the phone.

Miles: " And this guy who keeps coming onto her dosen't seem to be letting up, least that's what he said in her voice message"

Bloom: "Mile's, I am not an idiot, I know a lie when I hear it"

Miles: "Bloo-"

Bloom: " I know you want too look out for Y/N and that's fine, but were 17 she can do what she want's, but you always turn up and fuck things up"

Miles: "I don't fuck things up for her, I stop her from fucking up the way you, her friends should"

Bloom: " Maybe, Mile's you should let her make some mistakes, instead of tracking her down like a stalker"

She hangs up.

Miles: "Ughhhhhhhhh" he groans alone in his room.

There's a knock on the door.

Rio: "Mijo, you okay?"

Miles: "Yeah I'm Good, just stressed"

Rio: "Okay baby"

He taps his pen, again and again against the table.

...Brandon?

Brandon was the protective type, is Stella was at a party, he was there, looming over her like tree.

And they were mutuals on Snapchat.

He logs back on his phone and onto snapchat where he see's Brandon has his Snap maps on... and he sees you on Brandon's story, danicng on a damm table drunk, again.

He types the adress in his phone and begins to walk to the house in question.

Eventually he find's himself outside a tall block, the top floor was bright flashing lights, to he climbs the fire escape and slinks into the house, sourounded by his peers drinking, smoking or other he scans the room for you, or at least Stella since she should know where you are, in theroy.

And he did spot her.

Her bright blonde hair sitting on Brandon's lap, sipping on something. he walks up to her, and as soon as Stella see's him, she's rolling her eyes, and whipsers to Brandon.

Miles: "Ay Stella, You know where Y/N is?"

Stella: "Miles, what the hell is wrong with you?" She said clapping between each word.

My god she's dramatic

Stella leanded over to her boyfriend.

Stella: "this is the weird creepy cousin I told you about"

Miles: "Excuse me?"

Stella: "The one that keeps ruining all our fun"

Miles: "Stella I don't want to start anything with you, I just want to know where Y/N is, m,kay?"

Brandon stood up, he's only a few inches taller than Mile's but he notices.

Stella: "He's the guy to broke into Bloom's house and dragged Y/N like a crazy person"

He stand's between Stella and Miles.

Brandon: "I think you should go"

Miles: "I'm not trying to start anything, I just need to get my cousin and go"

Brandon: "Maybe she dosen't want to with you?" He says, stepping closer to Miles..

Miles: " i think you need to back off, kinda getting in my personal space"

Brandon: "And I think you need to leave"

Mile's know he can take him, he's spiderman for god's sake he could snap him, put he dosen't want to create problems.

Just as Brandon gets a bit too close to Miles, he feel's its about to happen...

Miles: "You need to back up" He says, putting his hands infront of him, palms open.

...

...

...

Y/N: "Mile's?" he looks over at you leaning over the door frame of a door, clearly drunk and maybe worse in a little black dress, holding a bottle of wine.

Miles: "Y/N?"

He rushes over to you, pushing past all the other party goers.

Miles: "You need to come with me"

Y/N: "Oh my GOD why can't you just leave me alone?" you slur, very drunk

Miles: "Your Dad sent me"

Y/N: "And youre just his lap dog?"

Miles: "Okay, come on now let's go"

Y/N: "No"

Miles: "come ON" He says, grabbing your wrist.

Y/N: "NO" You rip your hand from his.

Miles: "Y/N, I will call my Dad and have him shut this whole thing down unless you come with me, and everyone here will hate you, beacuse it will be your damm fault so lets go"

Defeated and blackmailed, you began to stumble out with him, sadly waving Stella goodbye and she swore off Miles.

Stella: "Youre a fucking werido Miles!"

Once outside, you are so drunk you flop onto the floor.

Miles: "Jesus Y/N, why do you do this?"

Y/N: "Just leave me here to die" You groan.

Miles: "Come on now, get up"

Y/N: "NOooooo, youv'e done it again"

Miles: "What?"

Y/N: "Ruined my night"

Miles: " Y/N I don't want to talk about this right now"

Y/N: "You are destorying my life!"

Miles: "What beacuse I wont just let you get drunk or high with your friends?"

Y/N: "Miles, if you had friends, you would do the same"

Miles: "No i wouldn't"

Y/N: "Why's that?"

Miles: "Beacuse i'm a selfish bitch just want's to drink, fry her brain and abaondon her family"

Y/N: "fuck you Miles"

Miles: "Get off the damm floor Y/N It's filthy"

Y/N: "I hate you"

Miles: "get off the fucking floor"

Y/N: "No"

Miles sighs to himself, before he starts to drag you by your feet.

He could carry you, but no.

Eventually when the hard pavement floor began to scrape away at your face, you pull yourself and and slowly walk with Mile's back home.

With every stumble and fall back Mile's is there to catch you, to pull you back up, as you lean your head onto his arm for support. And eventually when you two made it home, he helped you up the stairs and into the your bed, plopping you down as the alchohol took it's effect whisking you to sleep, he tucked you in as his Uncle Aaron emegred into your doorway.

Miles: " she's unconcious, no point to scould her now, wait till morning when she has a hangover"

Aaron: "She looks like a damm clown with all that makeup on" he mumrred before disapearing down the hall.

And he was right, he could your foundation on the pillow, your smuged gloss and masscara running down your face.

So he went off into your bath room to soak a makeup remover pad, and while you were alseep began to wipe away your makeup. He knew it was strange, but also knew your skin would be in a state if he didn't.

So he wiped off all the makeup, and really all he wanted to do was share the bed with you, stay up late and whipser to each other like you used to, before you two grew apart. But he knew it would upset you if you woke up next to him suddently.

He wondered if she'd remember this tonight, of it would be a black out like so many other nights.

He wished you good night, and left.

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miles morales #platonic yandere #yandere family #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader #miles morales x reader #Morales Family x reader #yandere morales family

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Can you make a fluff story where 2003!Bill meets reader in a park and she makes him a flower crown and he gets all flustered?

(I absolutely loved this but I read it wrong and wrote it slightly differently so sorry! But enjoy either way!)

Flower Crowns

"Billy?" You called out, sitting with your back to him as you both say under the tree on the top of the hill in the middle of spring.

"Hm?" Bill hummed, turning to you as he leaned to the side to see your face better.

You smiled, turning to sit on your knees, his back still to you as he looked over his shoulder. You then propped the woven flower crown onto his head with the smile of the century.

"Like it?" You asked, arm on his shoulder as you kissed your friend and crushes cheek softly, ruffling up his hair as he looked up the best he could at it.

Bill smiled back, soft blush dusting his cheeks as he laughed, leaning onto you as he took the crown into his hands to look at it.

"It's pretty…" Bill mumbled with a smile as he fiddled with the flower patterns. He then slumped his shoulders, a frown replacing his smile.

"I didn't make you one, though." Bill said, looking at you as you giggled. "It's fine, I just wanted to make you one!" You stared happily.

Bill didn't accept this, shaking his head in response.

"No! I'm making you one." Bill said in determination, putting the flower crown back on his head as he shuffled on his knees to the nearest flower bed.

"You don't even know how to make them." You laughed, following right behind him as you sat next to him.

"Then show me!"

That day was full of flowers, soft laughs, kisses on the cheek and the small hums of your praise to Bill every time he thread a flower stem together.

And of course, Bill pretending to not know how to make a flower crown just so you would fiddle with his fingers to "show" him.

And of course, you pretending like you didn't know he was faking

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#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader

[sunflowerharrington]

The Dating Plan (Part Two.)

read part one here <3

-> Summary: The smutty part. Minors DNI! And the fake relationship doesn’t seem so fake anymore 👀

-> Notes: @quickiesgirl is still an icon, as always. Enjoy babes! Also the first time I wrote part 2 it didn’t save at ALL so… whoops? i guess

-> Word Count: 3212

-> Warnings: Minors DNFI, smut, 18+, viewer discretion is advised, p in v, not that graphic cause they’re still like 18 and 19 in this respectively, praise kink, peter is not a good dom lol (bottom bitch tingz💅), not a warning but a condom is used because like i’m not writing a baby fic yet

-> Taglist: @quickiesgirl, @xxlangdon, @langdon-cumslut, @sympathyforher, @wzrlds, @taecube, dm comment or inbox to be added to my taglist!

"Peter? Peter! Peter Maximoff! Where are you going?!"

Outside of the venue, you called out to him, waiting by the road on his own, making sure to keep your voice down so as to not attract attention.

"Home," he said, not looking at you.

"I thought you were coming to m—"

"I'm not feeling well, sorry." Peter replied, kicking at the stones beneath his feet.

"I don't get it. You were just fine an hour ago. What happened?" You walked down towards him, crossing your arms over your chest. "I know you might not think the world of me, but I can at least listen."

"That's where you're wrong."

"Excuse me? If you knew how many times I had to listen to Jean blab on about Scott…”

“Not that. I'm sure you're a great listener... but you're wrong. I do think the world of you. I really do, Y/N.”

The silence was disarming, but Peter had said it. Not in the exact words, but close enough. He couldn't let it hang here.

“When we started this whole thing, I thought it'd just be for a joke. That I'd have all these mad horror stories about Y/N Y/L/N to tell my friends and maybe get a few free lunches off of it. But it didn't happen... well, apart from the free lunches. Those were the shit. But they weren't with this unattainable, emotionally unavailable asshole like I thought it would be. You're funny... charming... you're beautiful, obviously. You drive me absolutely crazy with some of the stuff you do but that's what makes hanging out with you even more fun. I loved seeing how our worlds would collide. But this... this is supposed to be the end of it. And if I take your guardian’s offer, or even if I just try to be friends after... it's not gonna be fun anymore. Because it's going to be knowing that I'll never have the chance to be with you, for real.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. Peter looked down. His hands were shaking. “That’s why I think we should say goodby—“

He couldn't get another word in edgewise before your lips collided with his, your lip gloss tasting sweet as your lips met in a passionate, long overdue embrace. Peter felt his heartbeat accelerate and his entire body tingled with sensations as he realized what was happening, before you released yourself delicately, looking deeply into his big brown eyes.

"I... I don't want to say goodbye, Pete."

"But I... but you..."

"I know. There's not exactly a good way to show someone you convinced to fake date you how you actually feel, but... it hasn't been just you. You're unlike any other boy I've ever been with. You're unpredictable, funny and out there... but that's what I love about you. I'm always banging on about structure and order, when really? The variety you've added to my life has made it so much more exciting and fast paced." She squinted as she saw his eyes mischievously light up. "And no, that's not a speed joke."

"Damn it!" Peter laughed.

"But... know that... no, it's not just you. So, if you'd really just like to go home after all this, I don't blame you. I'll give you all the space you need, but... I'm not washing my hands of you. I don't want to."

"So, you're breaking the agreement?"

You sighed, a smile on your face as you shook your head. "I'm breaking the agreement."

“I think this calls for a celebration!”

You chuckled. “And what exactly would that be?”

“Let me show you,” he said, this time his voice was more raspy, lower than usual, and it made your stomach somersault.

In a split second, Peter pulled you in by the chin and met you in a searing kiss. A blush all over his face, and you gladly reciprocated it, a warmth exchanged between you both in finally being beyond the terms of your agreement. And in another second, you were sitting in his lap on his bed down in his mom’s basement slash his bedroom, ball gown hiked up to your hips, lips still attached to his. Peter knew his speed would come in handy, and would also come in handy for locking the door so you would be away from prying eyes and ears. Cough, Wanda and his mom, cough.

His hands never left your hips, holding you closely to him, and once you pulled your lips away from his you looked back into his half lidded eyes; he looked so peaceful and sleepy, so you kissed him in the centre of his forehead and then both of his temples, his nose, his cheeks, his chin… But not his lips.

“Mmph, Y/N. Kiss me!”

“I did,” you chuckle.

“On the lips you dummy!”

“Nope.” You watched as he pouted, his eyes widening and rounding, looking up at you like a lost little puppy.

“Pleeease? I’ve gone so long waiting to kiss you!”

“But how am I meant to do anything in this huge ball gown? I left all my clothes at home. Would Wanda have anything?”

“Oh, uh… yeah… sure! Let me just go and ask my mom,” he said. “Since Wanda’s still at prom.”

He came back with a grey hoodie that had a tiny line of writing reading ‘bee-lieve in yourself and anything is possible’ with a small stitching of a cute bee beneath it, and a pair of shorts. Peter handed them to you and offered to help you out of your dress, which you accepted.

“Thank you so much, I can barely breathe!” You laugh, and he gets to work unzipping the back.

“I’ll stop when you tell me to, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything… I’ll just unzip your dress and then I’ll go and get changed too, in a different room, obviously.”

You stepped out of your dress as Peter unlocked the basement door and left the room to go change in the bathroom, leaving you alone in his room. You fought the sudden urge to snoop around his room, and quickly changed into the bee hoodie and black shorts. But you wanted to keep your heels on because you knew damn well that if you took them off now your feet would ache for days, and you didn’t want the pain to start right then.

When you were finished dressing, you sat back down on Peter’s bed, waiting for him to come back down into his room. He audibly gasped as he walked back into the room with a plate of cookies, almost dropping them to the ground upon seeing you.

The dress that had been covering your legs had now been ridden of, and we’re now exposed before him, and there was a look on his face that you had never seen before. You subconsciously began fiddling with the sleeve of the hoodie you borrowed as he set the cookies down on his dresser and he walked towards you.

You’d thrown your hair into a messy bun, and that added to the fact that you were wearing baggy clothes sent his mind into overdrive. His clothes were against your skin, and he could barely comprehend that.

“You could’ve asked me nicely and I’d strip for you, baby,” you said in a joking manner, but nothing in Peter’s expression read as being amused as he bit his lip.

“Really, peaches?” He asked, sitting down right next to you, your bare leg brushing against his. “And would you fuck me if I said please?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the air shifting around them. Peter got closer, leaning towards her and sliding one hand down the side of your body, brushing his thumb ever so slightly against your warm thigh. You could feel the familiar warmth climbing your skin as your heart pounded like crazy and you swallowed dry, feeling Peter’s breath against your neck as he planted kiss after kiss on it.

“You look so fucking beautiful wearing my things," he said, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck and jawline. "That hoodie looks so good on you. You can keep it if you want. Take all my clothes, they’ll all look better on you anyways."

“I thought it was Wan—”

And when he finally locked your lips with his, it was like the whole world had just disappeared and the room started to spin in slow motion. There were no teachers, no students, no ‘she did’ ‘he did’s, and no parents in that world that could make your world spin so fast yet so slow at the same time. Not when his tongue tasted heavily against yours, not when your nails scratched the back of Peter’s neck making him shiver with delight, not when his slow hand ran down your arm, all the way down to rest on your inner thigh, mere inches away from where you needed him most.

“You do not know how long I’ve been waiting to kiss you, babe,” he muttered, his voice raspy as he continued to kiss up and down your neck, stopping at the pulse point to suck your skin into his mouth.

You squeezed your thighs together, trapping his right hand between your legs, arching your back, leaning your head back to give him more access to your neck. He mumbled something into your skin, moving to take your heels off, slowly, too slowly for your liking. Was this payback for when you didn’t kiss him? Maybe. Maybe not.

As you grabbed his t-shirt in your balled fists you began slowly lifting it up over his torso, arms and head. Piece by piece, each piece of clothing ended up strewn all around his bedroom, he would sort out the mess later but for now his attention is solely on you.

He flipped your positions so you were now sitting on the bed instead of his lap, and never did his lips leave yours. Peter trailed his kisses down your neck to your now exposed collarbone and you took his cock in your hand and began stroking him slowly through the fabric of his boxers.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, babe?” You asked, whispering softly into his ear, your breath hitching in your throat as did his. Already his breath was ragged, the temperature in the room heating up with every rapid rise and fall of your chests.

You could feel him nodding, and so that gave you permission to stroke him harder, listening to the soft moans eliciting from his throat, slicing through the quietness in the room like a knife. Peter climbed on top of you stopping your movements for a moment, kissing your lips once, finally, holding the spot on your thighs just below your ass to lift you at an angle.

“Peter, please I can’t take this anymore,” you whine, the sexual tension between the two of you becoming too much for either of you to handle.

A thought flickered in his mind and he gently lowering your back down onto his bed, the sheets brushing against your bare skin as he hooked his slender fingers into the band of your panties, slipping them down your legs, pressing soft kisses over your exposed skin with so much care as if you were a doll made from porcelain or ceramic.

You were everything his wet dreams had prepared him for; so warm and inviting, and yet your body felt cold to the touch.

He leapt off the bed and dashed out of the room before coming back a second later with a silver wrapper in his clenched fist. Some might think condoms are a mood killer, but so are babies, so Peter made sure he was always careful when having girls over.

“How long, Peaches? How long have you been waiting for this?” He says, voice low and dangerous, and if his voice got any more soft you thought you would pass out, or simply pass away at peace and utter bliss.

His breath is hot on your neck as you work on pulling down his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace, ridding them and throwing them… somewhere across the room. You didn’t know where, and that’s not what you were worried about for the moment.

You did the honours of rolling the rubber up his length, taking your sweet, precious time, chuckling as he groaned in frustration.

Peter lined himself up with your entrance, kissing you on the lips as he stroked himself firmly through the rubber, waiting for the right moment to slide himself between your legs, and when he did you couldn’t help but whimper his name under your breath. He rested his forehead against yours as you gradually took him all the way in. Every inch, every rapid pulse, every vein, every pump of blood worked to stretch your walls.

“So tight for me, peaches,” he moaned, voice breathy, and you swore to yourself that you never heard a sound so beautiful in your life before this moment. He hovered above you for some time as you adjusted to his size.

“Please, baby,” you pant, giving him permission to start moving, but he didn't. “Peter…”

“I uh… I don’t like how we’re doing this, Y/N,” he began, his voice shaking as he asked, “Can you be on top?”

His heart pounds in his chest, he hated the fact that he was a bottom, but that would all change tonight. He lay down beside you and you took this as your sign to straddle his hips, pushing yourself back down onto him.

You held onto the headrest and slowly began lifting your hips up and down, taking his cock almost out and then back in again while watching his eyes roll into the back of his skull from the pleasure.

The image beneath you was breathtaking; his silver locs splayed out over his pillow, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your movements, his hands taking a loose grip on your waist, and his soft whimpers. “Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. “That’s it, just like that peaches.”

Tiny bolts of electricity began shooting through your body as you rode him faster, picking up your pace as he writhed under you, becoming a whiny moaning mess beneath you. His cock brushed along your sweet spot, causing the breath to hitch in your chest.

Peter’s hips bucked up against yours, stretching your walls that little bit more, making you cry out his name. You leaned forward, almost against his chest, to move the sweaty hair from his forehead, and then he thrusted up into you again.

“Holy fuck- do that again!”

He sat up in the bed, wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close to himself as he could, as he thrusted up into you. You weaved your fingers into his soft hair, tugging lightly, but hard enough to cause a moan to escape from his parted lips.

Peter wanted to make himself last, so he tried distracting himself by driving his cock into you quickly, faster, his grunts matching his rhythm as he erratically slammed his hips up into yours. He kept an arm around your waist and wrapped his fingers of his free hand around the back of your neck, holding you still as he fucked you from below.

You buried your face in his neck as he picked up his pace, and with your face buried in his neck he could hear every angelic sound that escaped your throat.

“Oh my god… Please, I’m right there! I’m—”

Your pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him as he slowed down his thrusts as he came with you, his whimpers quieting and dying in your hair as you both came down from your high. Panting, you both slowly caught your breath back, chests heaving, caressing each other’s skin, Peter’s thumb brushing your cheek.

“I… I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered, your cheek still pressed against his warm, slightly clammy shoulder. You couldn’t believe you just admitted that in front of him, but you’d already said it and it could never be taken back. “I— I love you, Peter Maximoff.”

“And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he found your hand and held it tight for a moment, before extracting from the embrace (though he didn’t want to, he never wanted to let you go), getting up from the bed. His insides were intensely screaming and cheering for him, over the moon that you said that, thanking the heavens that you felt the same way.

His eyes glazed over as he went to grab a towel to clean up before his mom would come down and see what had happened—Peter was pretty sure she heard what happened so it wouldn’t make any difference if his bed was a mess or not. He wiped beneath his eyes, his back to you so you couldn’t see what was happening, and sniffed his tears back in. Or so he thought.

As he walked back into the room with the towel in his hand all he could see was you, sitting on the edge of his bed with his bee hoodie and shorts back on. Your heart felt heavy as you watched his movements as he cleaned up, insisting he did it since it was his bed, sniffling a little.

“Are you okay, babe?” You asked, and he nodded wordlessly answering your question, but not a second later the tears started again and you ran to throw your arms around his waist.

“I just… Why me? You’re an amazing, beautiful woman and I’m… well… me. And don’t girls like guys who do it on top?”

“Peter, look at me,” you encouraged, standing on your tiptoes to be as level to his height as you could.

“You,” you started, pressing your index finger against the centre of his chest twice, “are perfect to me. All of your small insecurities are valid but I don’t see them! I wouldn’t have this relationship any other way, and I don’t wanna be with anyone else. Stop doubting yourself!”

The smile on your face was contagious, infectious, making Peter grin back at you brighter than ever before. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, holding his waist tighter as you felt your knees weaken a little, playing with the hem of his shirt to distract yourself, though you wouldn’t need that distraction moments later.

Lost in each other’s gazes you smiled at each other, taking in this precious moment and sealing it inside your hearts forever. Peter wrapped his arms around you, sniffling from his recent tears, one lone tear falling down his cheek. You raised your hand up to his face and gently caught the tear on your thumb, wiping away any insecurity he had with it. And though that tear was alone, Peter was not, and neither were you.

The world around the two of you faded away as Peter’s lips caught yours into another sweet kiss, your love for one another blooming all around like daffodils in springtime along with your relationship, which blossomed into something truly beautiful.

#peter maximoff #xmen #evan peters quicksilver #quicksilver #quicksilver x fem!reader #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x fem!reader #peter maximoff fluff #fluff #xmen x reader #xmen fluff #quicksilver x y/n #quicksilver fluff

[wdyong]

hi friends, i'm late to the party by a thousand years but i'm here with eun yong the human/hunter – your local fake friend, gaslighting, gatekeeping bestie. really excited to be here and ambitiously write with everyone, i'll have a small summary under the cut! pls like this and i'll come to your dms (if i haven't already) also is it me, or has tumblr changed 🤡

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tw: drowning, death, violence

he was born into a long lineage of humans, obviously ahaha who lived peacefully as jeju native farmers in the good ol' days doing farming tingz

they lived near the rivers to accommodate the farming life and eventually two children drowned in the waters and died. soon after, another drowned and died, equalling three deaths thus far in the lineage that was lost to the waters

they believed they were cursed, until the next gen of kids befriended the local imugi and introduced the concept of rituals and offerings in their area to potentially cleanse their bad luck

good things start to happen after that

eventually that ends and the family becomes prey to the supernatural kind, massacring a thicc chunk of the family which ultimately turns the survivors bitter and vengeful

from there, hunters were trained and the eun's legacy of hunting and killing non humans became priority

his fam would slaughter imguis, use their horns as weapons and scales as jewellery. would craft other weapons to defend themselves against other supernaturals, all that good stuff

hopefully that gives you the general idea of his backstory! open to anything plot wise 💕

#wd.intro #ooc

[fovndloves]

     ENZO GRAHAM ( cis male, he/him, cody christian ) is TWENTY-SIX and a WRITER from VERONA. they are known as THE ISOLATO because they are STEADFAST, but if things kick off, they can be a bit JUDGEMENTAL. they’re BISEXUAL and describe their type as CREATIVE. from their time in the villa, they’re hoping to find FAME. ( sticky notes left everywhere, dry eyes from staring at your computer screen for hours, & angrily crumbled pieces of paper )

     played by: bonnie, 22, est, she/her

OVERVIEW ; 

name: enzo carmine graham

nickname(s): none because he has -3 friends

birthdate: november 8th, 1995

age: twenty-six

occupation: writer ( derogatory )

major(s): english ( b.a ) from nyu & creative writing ( m.f.a. ) from some pretentious british school that i haven’t found yet

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

IN DEPTH ; 

birth place: verona, italy

zodiac: scorpio 

current location: love island baby

known languages: italian, english, french, spanish

family: carmen graham ( mother ), dario valentino ( father )

PHYSICAL ;

face claim: cody christian

height: 5′8″ ( short king tingz ) 

hair color: dark brown

eye color: hazel

tattoos: he has a few here and there but not too many, mostly on his arms and one on his chest 

PERSONALITY ; 

in a nutshell: the most pretentious man i have ever met. thinks he’s better than everyone because he’s an artist. will never let a single person in ( so obviously this is going to go amazing ). uses things as means to an end without much thought to who it can hurt. 

positive: steadfast, ambitious, creative

negative: judgemental, pretentious, bitter

character parallels: charlie lastra ( book lovers ), andrew paxton ( the proposal ), zuko ( atla ), shiv roy ( succession )

aesthetics: annotated novels, constantly comparing yourself to others,  burnt out gifted kid, sticky notes left everywhere, dry eyes from staring at your computer screen for hours, & angrily crumbled pieces of paper

INFORMATION ; 

enzo was raised solely by his mother in verona, italy. she’s a government ambassador, and his father had been home from holiday. carmen didn’t really think to include him in enzo’s life since he was always abroad ( a big time real estate agent ), but he would always send cards and money on birthdays and christmas, so enzo never really minded. 

for a majority of his childhood, enzo was raised by nannies because his mother was working awfully long hours. but compared to his neighbors and friends, enzo was perfect since all he would do would read ( glaring at the nanny if she suggested something else ).

he went to all the fancy schools with all the other wealthy families, but he always stuck out because he was more of just a homebody, never wanting to do anything

from an early age he knew he wanted to be a writer, wanting to create stories that people would enjoy

so when it came to school and university, enzo knew he wanted to get away from everyone he knew. so he decided to apply to nyu, studying english and analyzing novels. it’s literally a dream come true

it helped him realize his passion, so right after he went to graduate school where he got his masters in creative writing

he thought for sure this would be the winning ticket to put his name on the map. for years he’s been studying books and poems and authors, so there’s no reason for his own story to flop ! he had been published in school papers as well. 

FALSE ! he tried to query different novels of his, mostly horror and thrillers, and one got published. but didn’t get the traction he wanted. 

it pissed him off to no end, man was absolutely livid. fired his agent, went real anger from inside out on him. 

so once he got a new one, and they believed in his book, but he just needed to build a following. enzo has 0 social media so he was like how do you expect me to do this

and that’s how he ended up on love island ! auditioned even though he is ... not a romantic at all but enzo vc: fake it till you make it baby

ON THE ISLAND ;

he’s not here for love, so write that down

but he does realize he needs to stay on the show for awhile so the social media intern can get more traction on his social media so he’ll be ... lying right through his teeth without batting an eye

will be saying he’s a writer, hoping to tug at those heartstrings, really laying on the tortured artist trope for the audience and other people 

would not be caught dead writing a romance but will be telling everyone he chats with that he just ... “couldn’t find any inspiration” :sobs: i hate him

he isn’t typically a social person, so this will get him out of that BUT i do see him feeling drained eventually and wondering if he actually can do this

probs won’t step on any toes but will get feelers from the other half of the couple and being like “is it set in stone or can we work with this?”

idk i hate him

#crackon:intro #some of thee lines that i typed #made me cring #*cringe #didnt proofread #if u see a mistake #no u dont

[skeletonofablackcat2]

You know you’re in a bad relationship or group of friends when your upset and without saying anything someone goes “they did it again didn’t they?”

#tw eating things #model thin #not pr0 ana #th11nspo #th1nspiration #thin inspo #anna miaa #eating disoder mention #just ed shit #th1gh g4p #ana tingz #anarex1c #anarecca #ana diary #4na tips #fake friends #bad relationships #toxic frienship

[hseulies]

stop romanticizing autism. stop making it out to be nothing more than a fun and quirky little personality trait. stop faking reactions or fake stimming in ways that portray it as this cute and innocent thing when you have no idea what real stimming looks or feels like. stop calling your hobby a special interest just to feel unique when you have no idea what a special interest really means to an autistic person. stop FAKING every single part of autism but the hard parts, just so that people will see you as special.

you all so desperately want to be like us until it comes to the meltdowns that cause you to scream and choke on your own tears so bad that you make yourself puke. you want the “cute” and the “quirky” but you refuse to acknowledge the anxiety or genuine panic of simply touching something that your brain doesn’t comprehend the texture of. you “love” autistic people until the moment that they can’t get a single word out of their mouth, or can’t control their emotions and cope by kicking or screaming the feelings out. you think that calling yourself “clingy” is cute but suddenly it’s “suffocating” when an autistic person forms an intense bond and becomes attached to you.

stop pretending to be like me when you have no fucking clue what a day in my life is like.

#autism #actuallyautistic #sorry i’m just SICK of this shit #i rly don’t like tiktok lmao #it’s so obvious when ppl are faking it... #thank u to my friends that have been so amazing n educated themselves to be better for me #i love u all #ur the best dw this is just aimed at the baddies #also this is ok to rb i guess #lee.txt #rant #? #autism tingz

[depressionwow]

BTS Boyfriend vibes that I get personally

JJK

He gives me toxic vibes bc he was in the limelight at a young age so he doesn’t really know how to approach a relationship without exploding or being a brat. It’s like, on the outside looking in, he’s a sweet guy, awesome person, but behind the scenes he has everyone fooled. He’s not innocent at all. He knows what he’s doing and how he’s perceived. Also, you think he’s too innocent for sexy time but he is FREAK. Tell me I’m wrong.

Would he date a black girl?

He would date a black girl and change his whole way of interacting based off what he learned from her.

Would he cheat?

He does give me spiteful vibes. Like he would prolly revenge cheat.

JHS

He gives me vibes like marriage is completely out the question. Y’all would be dating for years and you would never get a ring. He strikes as the comfortable type, like he wouldn’t see a reason to change if it’s going great now. He’d make you happy as hell, but he’d be damned if you get a ring. And I hope you gotta a high drive bc he never gets tired.

Would he date a black girl?

He would, I don’t think it would last long. But he would date a black girl.

Would he cheat?

I don’t see him cheating. But if you did, honestly he’d dump and block you and keep it pushing. Aquarius tingz.

KNJ

He gives daddy vibes. Like he’s a GROWN ass man and he carries himself as such. He’d be low key perfect and if the relationship goes to shit, it would be the other one’s fault. He’s pure and deserves the world and babies. He doesn’t strike me as the type to need sex as much, but when he is in the mood, Handicap stickers.

Would he date a black girl?

Oh most def. honestly he’d prolly be with someone outside his race. I genuinely can’t picture him with an Asian.

Would he cheat?

No. He would and could never cheat. He gives me forgiveness vibes so he’d prolly give you another chance if you’re truly sorry.

KSJ

Judgy vibes all day. He and his partner sit in the corners at every event talking about people and you can’t convince me otherwise. He also gives me sass off vibes, like his partner really do be at each other’s throats in the best way. He also gives me, if you want sexy time you have to initiate it vibes.

Would he date a black girl?

He would be the one to do it and shock everyone bc no one would think he would.

Would he cheat?

He would never cheat but you bet your ass he’ll make you regret it.

KTH

He gives me kid vibes, like he’s a childish flirt. It’s not a bad thing. It’s like he would poke fun at you all day long and that’s his way of flirting. You’d have to be his friend and not sensitive as hell bc he does strike me as the one that doesn’t know his limits sometimes. He’s also a super freak bc FIVE KIDS??? ARE WE SERIOUS???

Would he date a black girl?

Yeah, but he’d probably be into medium to light skins though.

Would he cheat?

His vibe check would make it damn near impossible to cheat so if he did it was purely by accident and was nothing further than a kiss. And as for you, you can’t and couldn’t cheat on this man.

MYG

He gives me fuck you vibes. Like he likes be spoiled and fuck you if you don’t do it. He definitely is the type to be healthy but he also gives me, I’ll put up with toxic too vibes. He’d be on the same wavelength but he’s gonna dump you if you piss him off good enough, but he’ll be back bc he’s soft. He also gives me the impression that he fakes like doesn’t want sexy time but caves in. He’d much rather be on the bottom so ya know… that’s your problem.

Would he date a black girl?

My guy is (believed to be) Pan so I don’t think he cares. I can’t personally see him with a poc but... who knows.

Would he cheat?

No, but that would be his final straw. He’d block, report, delete you from his life if you ever cheated on him. But if you two were together for years he’d put up with it and try to make it work. It’s no in between. 1.5 years> leave. 1.5 years < stay.

PJM

If always pregnant was a duo, he’d be half of it. He looks like he plays too much and that’s how his other gets knocked up so many times. That man is a flirt and Jesus Christ I feel sorry for whoever has to birth out the kids bc it will be a lot. Him and Tae play entirely too much and they know it. Soulmate energy. We love.

Would he date a black girl?

He totally would. I’d he upset if he wasn’t. But he also gives me bisexual or queer vibes so black man maybe👀.

Would he cheat?

... yeahhh he would. He’s a sweet guy and wouldn’t want to hurt you, but if his heart wonders, his head ain’t too far behind. He gives me ‘I don’t wanna be alone vibes’ so he’d kiss ass to be with you and prolly cheat again.

#bts taehyung #bts preferences #bts namjoon #bts ambw #bts jin #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts yoongi #bts hobi #bts jimin

[chrkhai]

howdy friends, i’m pootie (gmt+9, 21+) 🤠 and this is kang khai, the brother of kang kahi (@chrkahi), mma fighter and current welterweight champion, who disabled his team mate to be the sole qualifier. and, who should be in prison but isn’t because his family is a part of a crime syndicate with a security company as a guise 🤠 has a superiority complex and is slowly spiralling into madness 🤠 use to be soft and nice but turned out bitter max stats due to life tingz but anyway, i’m super excited to be here and i hope i get to plot and write with everyone yeehawe

stats . bio . plots 

basic stats

full name: kang khai

pronouns: he/him

dob and age: 01 / 09 / 97, 23 years old

birthplace: seoul, sk

class of: 2015

occupation: mma fighter, welterweight champion

secret: (pm_19) purposely injured their teammate to win the spot in a professional sports team, accidentally started a fire that burnt down a few houses when they were a child.

tldr of his bio — tw: brief mentions of violence, arson, bullying

was raised like a normal kid, didn’t really know his family was into the spicy mafia business until later on in his life. as a kid, he was very nice and soft spoken. very wholesome, very good kid.

as he got older, his father (mostly), intended to have him be the backup to his older brother in the case that the older brother died out of nowhere, the kang’s would still have a backup plan. 

at first, he was chill with the idea but as he gradually got older he came to hate the idea of being a backup solely because he was born at later point.

got bullied at school and accidentally set the kid’s house on fire, from there started to stand up for himself and got into some fights. 

was trained to not show weakness, to be brutal because it runs in the family business. eventually, it actually becomes his personality and around this time, hones his skills to become the best mma fighter there ever was. 

kept getting pulled away from his passion to be the best mma fighter because of the family ‘business’ and the whole ‘training to be backup’ thing. grew bitter and resented the family lifestyle, but also really enjoyed the perks of getting away with being entangled with the legal system.

his mma mentor said there can only be one kid who makes it, so what does he do? he beats the shit out of the other kid his mentor is teaching and the kid ends up wheelchair bound. gets to be the best mma fighter and is also the moment where he azula slips.

is mentally downward spiralling but tries to keep it together in the name of love, just kidding, in the name of not showing weakness 🤠 

blames his change of personality on his family and��has a very messed up moral compass because he was taught to be ruthless, is still secretly soft under all those layers of fake 🤠

#chrintro #( ooc. ) #eggcited 2 b here #vvv eggstatic #reminder to stay eggtremely hydrated #dont click the plots link #theres nothing there #HAHAHAKAJFH

[deerixiie]

description: one by one, love stole the people oikawa cared about the most. it stole him, too.

pairings: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

w/c: 1.6k

genre/warning: angst, hanahaki au, major character death, mentions of blood, body horror?

a/n: this is a one day late birthday present for the wonderful @wanderynn!! rae ily don’t kill me for writing oikawa angst for your birthday

Oikawa was nervous.

Which was odd, because he had been in situations like this before. Interviews required being asked questions he was expected to answer, after all.

But those were interviews. This was a therapy session.

Oikawa’s gaze dropped down at his hands, slightly worn from years of slapping a volleyball with his entire strength. Those same hands that had slapped a ball with spine-chilling intensity were the same hands that gently caressed your cheek, the same hands that easily intertwined with yours, the same hands that tilted your chin up with every kiss he placed on your lips.

Oikawa’s eyes started to burn.

The therapist seated in front of him continued to tap away on the computer, her face devoid of any emotion. She seemed to be satisfied with whatever was behind the screen and swiveled around to face him, a disgustingly fake smile on her face.

(Oikawa would know, his smiles were fake as well. Slightly strained, a little too bright to be genuine.)

“So, Oikawa-san,” the therapist said, making eye contact with him.

“Oikawa is fine.”

“Oh, alright. So, Oikawa, how are you feeling?”

Tired. Numb. Odd. Guilty.

“Fine.” The fake smile came easily.

“Ah, okay. Is this your first experience with Hanahaki?”

No, of course it wasn’t. He was told that being well-known meant people will fall in love with him. “It’s not your fault, Tooru,” they said. “Some people fall in love very easily.” Oikawa remembered snorting, thinking that no one could possibly fall in love with him just because he was charming and good-looking.

He was wrong.

(It started with Ume, the bubbly girl in his second year of middle school. Then Riko and Akika in his first year of highschool, one other girl he didn’t remember the name of in his second year, and Mizuki in his third.

Only three of them had settled on getting amnesia and forgetting Oikawa entirely instead of dying. The adoring gazes he was once plagued with became empty stares.

But Riko didn’t. Oikawa couldn’t bring himself to her funeral; he knew the only stares he would get would be accusatory ones.)

The therapist continued. “And I mean, not just from being a celebrity, but with people close to you.”

Oikawa suddenly found it difficult to breath. He saw the flash of spiky dark hair, of rude nicknames and harsh shoulder slaps.

(“I’ll be alright.”

“Iwa, you’re dying!”

“I said I’ll be alright.”

Oikawa was in Argentina when Iwaizumi died. “He had a severe coughing fit on the street that made him pass out,” they told him. “He was dead before they could put him in an ambulance.”

Oikawa cried for hours.)

“Yes,” Oikawa said quietly. “A close friend of mine died from it.”

“Oh.” The therapist’s smile faded away. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“It’s fine,” he said, flashing his brightest of smiles.

The therapist’s expression became more serious. “Dealing with that much loss must be hard.”

Oikawa didn’t respond. What does he even say to that?

“Do you want to tell me about them?”

About Iwaizumi? No, about you. Oikawa’s smile was smaller, obviously less genuine. “No, not really.”

“Well, uhm…” the therapist drummed her fingers against her thigh. “Were you two close?”

“I’m not sure.” It wasn’t a lie. The lines between the two of you had been gray and blurred. Were the intoxicated kisses at two in the morning really love, or just drunken lust? Being tangled up under the covers as you lazily slept on top of the other wasn’t necessarily romantic, was it? You held his hand because you were afraid of losing him in the crowd, not because you loved him, right?

(Wrong.)

“Even if we were friends, we were closer than most friends were.”

“Ah.” The therapist typed something on her computer. “How did you find out?”

“Come again?”

“When she was diagnosed. How did you find out it was you she was in love with?”

“Oh.” Oikawa looked out the window. It seemed to be on the cusp of fall and winter, bare branches and freezing temperatures but no snow.

He found himself smiling. You hated the snow.

“She told me a couple hours before she died.”

The therapist sucked in an audible breath. “What was that like?”

Oikawa swallowed slowly. “We were sitting together, watching a movie or something like that. She had a coughing fit.”

(He remembered how weak you looked pressed up next to him, your knees drawn to your chest, your eyes hollow and empty, your body thin and frail. Your coughing fits were violent, more violent than most. Tissues and handkerchiefs followed you wherever you went, stained with shriveled, bloody petals.)

“She told me it was me. I didn’t understand her at first, but she was saying it was me over and over. And then I understood. Six hours later, she died.”

“Is that all?”

No. “Yes.”

“So you didn’t really have much time to think about it before she passed, but it must have made you feel guilty. That’s why you’re here today.”

Oikawa nodded.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself, Oikawa.”

That’s what they all said. But he couldn’t help it, could he? He saw you sprawled on the ground in a pool of crimson, serene white petals decorating the floor like it was some sort of aesthetic arrangement. You looked so unbelievably peaceful, finally freed from the death vice of your unrequited love for him.

Love for him.

Oikawa was blind. He was desperate. He was so desperate for affection that he accepted your kisses and touches with open arms, disregarding the fact that you could be in love with him. Pure, inhumane lust drew him to you, trailing his hands down your arms, pressing his lips against your skin. He was a monster.

“Oikawa, I take it that you’ve heard of PHH?”

(PHH - (Purple Hyacinth Hanahaki) A branch of hanahaki originating from guilt over the death of a loved one; usually one who had died a hanahaki-related death from being in love with them.”

Oikawa’s nose had wrinkled reading the definition off of his health textbook. “That can happen?” He asked, glancing over at Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi shrugged and continued to fill out his homework. “Love is confusing.”

“If it’s this confusing I’m never going to fall in love!” Oikawa huffed. “Love is stupid!”

“That’s what you’ll say now, Stupidkawa. I bet you’re falling in love first.”

“Hey, Iwa-chan, not true!”

The world was an ironic, cruel place.)

Oikawa’s heart pounded in his chest, an ominous countdown. (Countdown to a diagnosis? Countdown to his death?) He nodded once. “I know about it.”

The therapist drums her nails on her desk, echoing his already racing heart. A sympathetic look passed on her face. “You might be at risk for that, Oikawa.”

Oikawa found his eyes drifting over to the window once more. He spotted a lone orange leaf clinging to the end of a tree branch, persisting even as the wind violently shook the branch.

(Your body shaking violently as you clung to Oikawa’s arm, whispering “it’s you” over and over, a mantra that would haunt him even in death.

Death. It was coming sooner now, wasn’t it?)

Another violent shake, and the leaf spiraled to the ground.

(Ghostly empty eyes, mouth slightly parted as blood dribbled from the corner. Your arms were wrapped around nothing, as if in those last moments of life you were holding something tight to your chest, a last connection to the mortal world.

Oikawa wished he was there. No—no he didn’t. He wouldn’t bear to see the light fading from your eyes as he held you in his arms.)

He closed his eyes. “I know.”

He found himself back on the court two days later.

“He always finds a way to come back to the court.” His coach had said that once. Highschool Oikawa had reveled in the praise, reveled in his devotion to a sport.

Now it felt shallow. How dare he be more devoted to a sport than the own two people who motivated him to even start playing? How dare he be blinded by the rush of dopamine a successful serve gave him? How dare he not support his closest friend when he was nearing his end? How dare he not notice your unyielding love for him? How dare he how dare he how dare he-

Oikawa swiveled on his heel and threw the volleyball onto the wall. It bounced off with a satisfying “thwack” and landed back into his hands.

Oikawa sighed.

His thumbs traced slow circles against the leather. Soothing. Calmi-

(His thumb rubbed a gentle circle into your cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured, his breath hot on your face.

Your lips quirked into a smile. “For what?”

“Mm,” he moved forward and closed the distance between you greedily, encapturing you in another kiss. “It doesn’t matter.”)

Oikawa threw the ball up and took a step forward, shifting his weight into his feet for the jump.

A violent cough tore itself from his throat.

Oikawa collapsed onto his knees, his hand pressed into his mouth. The coughs were aggressive, sending violent tremors throughout his entire body. His throat hurt.

(“Yeah, it hurts,” Iwaizumi muttered, quietly rubbing his throat. “It hurts like hell.”)

(“It hurts.” Your voice was a ghost whisper in the quiet hums of the night. “Tooru, it hurts.”)

The coughs subsided, leaving behind an eerie sort of silence. Oikawa removed his hand from his mouth.

Ah, he thought. I should’ve expected this.

A vivid purple petal dotted with crimson sat in the palm of his hand. He closed his fists around the flower petal, his eyes stinging with tears.

Love was harsh words and sore throats. Love was drunken lust in the ungodly hours of night. Love was confusing. Love was stupid.

Love, it seemed, was everyone’s demise.

-purple hyacinths represent sorrow or regret.

-white tulips represent forgiveness.

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[yemilnisu]

The Moon and The Sun

Chapter 13: Carnival.

Synopsis: After finding out that your online friend has a crush on someone that he met online and has an idea who she is. You got curious and wanted to know more. Unfortunately, your online friend deactivated his twitter account and gaming account. Will the answer to your curiosity left unknown?

A/N: If you would like to be on the taglist, feel free to send me an ask or leave a comment! I hope you enjoy my first smau/written work! Also feel free to chat me, I would love to interact with everyone!😊

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Well that was unexpected. I quickly picked out an outfit.

 Minutes later I heard someone knocked on our door. My mom opened the door and I heard a squeal.  I ran to the living room and saw Kenma and Kuroo-senpai sitting down at the couch.

 "Hi, Y/N!" Kuroo-senpai greeted me with a smile.

"Oh, you kids are going out?" My mom asked, looking at me from head to toe scanning my outfit.

 "Yes. Can we borrow Y/N for the day?" Kuroo-senpai asked, smiling innocently at my mom. "We heard that there's a new carnival that opened around here. We plan on spending our last day of summer break there," He explained.

 "Oh, yeah sure sure." My mom immediately agreed. "Well you guys better hurry up so you can fully enjoy your time there," She said. I kissed her cheeks and bid my goodbye. "Have fun!" She yelled at the living before I close the door behind me.

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 We were laughing about how loud Kuro screamed at the rides earlier. I glance at the kid that was standing alone in the crowd, she looked lost.

 "What is it, Y/N?" Kenma asked me, when he realized that my attention was no longer in our conversation. I stood up and walked toward the kid.

 "Hey, what are you doing? Are you lost?" I softly asked her, I squatted down to her level. "Where are your parents?" She looked scared, so I smiled at her that made her soften a bit.

 "I- I don't know. I- I got lost." She spluttered out shyly, looking around hoping to see her parent's familiar faces.

 "Don't worry it's gonna be okay," I reassured her. "Tell me what happened." I hold her hand and walked back to the bench where Kenma and Kuro was. "She's lost," I explained, looking at them.

 "Oh, I'll go and see if the guards know something." Kuro stood up and started walking to where we saw the guards earlier.

 "So, what happened?" I softly asked. She seated beside me.

 "Well I- I was following the moon." She looked at me, embarrassed about what she said. I smiled at her to continue what she was saying. "My mom told me a story about the Moon and the Sun. About how incredible their love for each other was." Her eyes reflected excitement to what she was saying. "That they died for each other just to let each other breathe. The Sun died every day just to let the Moon breathe. The Moon died every night just to keep the Sun's life."

 "That's such a sweet story," I commented.

 "Hehe," She giggled. "It didn't actually end just like that. There was so many encounters where they were so close to seeing each other, sunset and sunrise. They just couldn't get the chance to meet. One day as the Sun was shining as ever the Moon passed in front it and that was the first time they ever saw each other, The Eclipse."

 I was touched by the story. It keeps on lingering in my mind. I was thinking how can someone love a person like that, will I ever experience that kind of love? Someone willing to sacrifice that much just to let me see the stars.

 "Y/N!" I saw Kuro running towards us. "There's a couple that's looking for their child and it matches her description," He exclaimed.

 "Really? Let's go see if they're your parents." I looked at the girl and held her hand before walking towards the couple. She goes running towards the couple, I assume that's her parents.

 "Y/N? Are you okay?" Kenma asked worriedly. "You've been zoning out since the story ended," He explained.

 "Oh." I looked at my shoes and smiled. "I guess I was touched by the story she just said." I looked at the moon. I looked at them and smiled to assure them that I was fine.

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Fun Facts!

In Y/N’s story, they actually got a little lost and since Y/N haven’t been there. They had to ask Shoyo and the other Karasuno Volleyball Club for directions.

Kenma noticed that Y/N was eyeing one of the prices of the Shooting Gallery Booth in the Carnival.

Y/N tried to stop Kenma when she saw Kenma walked in front of the booth and reached out his money to the man at the booth.

Y/N said that he can’t win the game since it’s common sense that the games there were rigged.

Kenma just smiled at Y/N. He closed his eyes and inhaled, concentrating before picking up the fake gun.

Y/N was a little bit baffled when Kenma effortlessly hit all of the targets, resulting to him getting Y/N the bear.

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[satorou-s]

HAIKYUU BOYS I KNOW WOULD BE ACTIVISTS/LEFTISTS ON THE POLITICAL SPECTRUM

— tsukishima kei.

no explaination needed. he just LOVES calling out the bullshit he sees. would post shady tweets that gets a bunch of likes and retweets. rts and makes his own memes. fuck trump.

— kenma kozume.

again, no explaination needed. probably ranted once during a stream. "literally, fuck the police." is the most updated with news. would probably cut off irls who kiss the government's ass.

— akaashi keiji.

dude works at a publication. mass media and journalism = biggest government threat. had that one sem of social sciences and suddenly he was Enlightened. environment activist. likes greta thunberg.

— kiyoko shimizu.

queen tingz. is not loud about it but has friends who mass share the carrds she makes. organization tingz. they aesthetique™ as well. human rights activist that has carrds made for EVERY world problem, probably.

— yamaguchi tadashi.

"Here's a link to a carrd that can help you if ever you want to educate yourself 😊💓" has hashtags on his display name. has a carrd link on his bio. info dump.

— sugawara koushi.

he's a teacher so he cant really make a lot of noise about it on socmed + some of his students are his moots but attack farmers and he on ur ass. qrts official news outlets only (but he sees what unofficial accs tweet he just thinks its more professional to say his own opinion on actual news accounts).

— kita shinsuke.

what the fuck u mean see u in jail? SEE YALL ON THE STREETS. environment and agricultural activist. PROTECT AGRICULTURAL LANDS. RAISE FARMER'S WAGES. STOP BUILDING YOUR VILLAGES ON OUR RICE FIELDS. has been to multiple protests. probably part of a student activist org. would share his food to the person he was standing beside in the rally.

— semi eita.

do i even have to explain this? is the type to just retweet links and posts. feels like he aint smart enough to articulate his own post so he just stalks the hashtags and retweet things he agrees with. his fans found him even hotter cos the mans is a Human Rights Activist. "YOU ARE VIOLATING BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS #inserthashtaghere"

— tendou satori.

posts pubmats he finds on twitter to his instagram story. posts rants to his close friends on ig. HAS BEEN TO THE STREETS. u bet ur ass he has a witty sign. "I SAID WHOEVER THREW THAT TEARGAS YO MOM'S A HOE". texts semi to meet up for rallies. starts the chants; "take it to the streets, defund the police. no justice, no peace." helps semi to defuse teargas. (he on traffic cone while semi pours the water in)

— terushima yuuji.

would probably be arrested cos he's on the frontlines. he do be dressing in all black and being loud and leading chants. very photogenic. a pic of him trended on social media and fake wokes bashed him cos he do be lookin like an eboy doing performative activism. but ppl defend him w receipts of his ig n posts of him in rallies from years ago. drinks respect women juice.

— iwaizumi hajime.

frontline muscle just like terushima. screams chants to the cops' faces. if he aint in rallies he do be on facebook educating the masses. he and a few med students help man a first aid tent. there's an old lady doctor posted in the tent that loves iwaizumi and always feeds him. (he calls her auntie cos he loves her as well)

— yaku morisuke.

has a twitter thread on how to stay safe during protests. "good morning! if you're going to a protest please don't forget your face masks!!" kenma rts most of his tweets. would open up his home to protestors in need of shelter.

wrote this while my sister and i talked about the BLM protests and the ATB

#JunkTerrorLaw

#BlackLivesMatter

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu headcanons

[whatsinthemines]

just “au where the whole thing is a web series” tingz

this is josh’s first foray into doing his own directing and so he employs the help of the twins and his dumbass friends to help shoot everthing up in one of bobs winter estates

josh had to work his original script around the fact that beth didnt wanna be on camera that long while hannah did

the whole thing was actually mostly audience decided with josh changing the script based on what people voted on at the end of each episode

ashley helps him co-write

beth scored p much the entire thing and helps josh with filming and editing

hannah and emily do the sfx makeup

obviously theres a fkn blooper reel:

a shot of jessica in her underwear and that coat finishing up her scene and as soon as josh yells “cut” shes getting bombarded with coats and thermal blankets and getting huddled off camera while everyones laughing

emily yanking the cord of the mic out of the radio completely and carrying on the scene amidst crying laughing

chris juggling his, ashleys, and beths fake decapitated heads

josh hiding and throwing hannah’s stuffed wendigo double at people

someone spelling out “bob sux cox” during the ouija board scene

lots and lots of sam flubbing her lines and apologising and getting her script thrown at her from off camera

the part where ashleys actually supposed to open the door for chris it gets jammed and she just shrugs, says “ah well i tried”, and deuces out

mike breaking his prop gun and screaming “NOOOOOOO” as hannah in full wendigo makeup comes barreling on screen and tackles him into the wall

matt coming face to face with hannah in wendigo makeup and instead of running away he runs up and pecks her on the cheek and Then runs off giggling while hannah snorts and look straight at the camera saying “ohh hes so dreamy”

#until dawn #au #all these dead kids #josh washington #beth washington #hannah washington #ashley brown #chris hartley #jessica riley #emily davis #matt taylor #mike munroe #sam giddings #i think abt this all the time

[chaosmacaron]

My cousin is coming over tomorrow and is going to be staying over at my house for at least a couple weeks, I love her to death she’s like my best friend but imma be hella pissed at myself when I inevitably see the scale go up after I literally just got in the 120s today :((( I set my alarm to wake me up at 3 am so I can exercise for at least 4hrs before we go to get her in the morning. I need to burn as many calories as I possible because I ate too fucking much today and we’re all gonna eat at a restaurant tomorrow most likely, I’m so stressed I don’t wanna gain back all the weight I just lost this week I felt so good getting to 129lbs and it’s all getting fucked up😭😭😭

One thing im gonna use to my advantage is that my arms kinda broke out in eczema and my mom was like you should stop eating dairy and I was kinda like “ehh,,, no.” because I was hardly eating and I wanted the food that I was gonna eat to be whatever I want which is often cheese and whatever but imma do a 180 and be like “no im trying to not eat dairy so my skin can get better🥺👉👈” imma randomly throw gluten in there too so that I can restrict even more without being suspicious idfk know man I just wanna be skinny so we gotta fake it till we make it. Also my cousin likes to do Chloe Ting workouts so I’m gonna suggest we do one of her 2 week shred challenges or whatever challenge together while she’s here🤓 big brain tingz

wish me luck y’all

[taejeonie]

taehee in america!!

— i can’t find a gif from one of their interviews :// also the events aren’t in sequence,,whatever i remember watching will appear here so if i missed something, u guys can tell me!!

okay so taehee’s like

different

like most of the tweets were ‘american air changed taehee’

like in korea she’s chill, semi-shy but still chaotic

but in america it’s that but x82848, minus the shy part it’s like gone now

and she’s more interactive with czennies so that’s probably why (*^_^*)

like in one of their interviews someone asked, “okay, so i have a question from tumblr...do you know tumblr”

“yes i know tumblr ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

and she loved doing rpd with them it’s so cute

she kept hyping them up and dancing in the sidelines

but when cherry bomb comes on

she was like: this is my song. must. dance.

and she was center for the nananananana part so it was p e r f e c t

when they did flinch she was paired with doyoung

james was trying to talk to them but they were mODELLING

let them do their work james

“oh i see how it is now”

her eyes flinched a bit when the fruit came out but they didn’t notice....hopefully

anyways youngtae won

speaking of interviews

awkward faces. disgusted faces. bored faces. fake smile faces.

‘oh shit did they just say that?’ faces.

“so how’s it like being the only girl in the group?”

in her head she’s like: stfu i didn’t go to america for this ಠ╭╮ಠ

but outside she’s like: hahahaha looks like i gotta answer this ∩^ω^∩ gotta pay rent u know?

the genius interview oh god markhee was a MESS

they kept pinching each other when they had to explain the s t e a m y parts of the song so johnny did it for them

in the end they just gave up on explaining so she said “you don’t have to take the lyrics word by word, line by line. you can take it however you want and the feelings aren’t just limited to a significant other. it’s just love between two people and that could be a friend, a partner-“

inside they’re like “good job, taehee. good job,” until she says

“-your mom.”

and when they were teaching cherry bomb she couldn’t keep her mouth shut

“okay so you spread your legs like this” - johnny

“that’s when you feel the air coming in” - mark

and when doyoung thought it couldn’t get any worse

“oh, really? i don’t” - taehee

and yuta, taeyong, johnny, and mark just try to hold their laughter

doyoung @ the rest: just smile and wave boys, smile and wave

also stayzens got crumbs of (han) jisung and taehee’s friendship when they were guessing the dance based on the silhouette

when the choreo for ‘get cool’ showed she immediately answered

“oH OH GET COOL STRAY KIDS”

she scared everyone with her excitement but that’s okay bc they got a point

“that was fast,” the host told her

*proudly* “yeah i’m friends with one of them”

taehee stans were served

she wore dresses to award shows bUT THERE WAS A TIME SHE WORE A SUIT

everyone died

she looked amazing hot spectacular show stopping

#miamiwithtaehee

“hey guys! welcome back to my channel ( ◠‿◠ ) so today we would be going toOoOoOo miAMIIIII *fake sound effects* um so like we’re going to buy some stuff for the beach coz like it’s really hot hahahaha but that’s because i’m here *slowly pulls shades down*”

“why do you talk like that”

“just let me be, mark. let me be.”

but she went back to taehee mode so it’s aight

“taeyong oppa broke his slippers and the sand’s really hot so i don’t know how he survives.”

“noona~”

“hAECHAN I DONT WANNA GET WEEEET”

she gets caught anyways

and hyuck drags her to the deep deep deep part

but she knows how to swim :>>

#athletic

she came back to shore to dry off,,,so she watched the surfers with jungwoo while the others are having fun

“waahh, that’s so cool. did you see that?”

“my dad taught me how to surf back in australia”

“really? :OO”

“yeah but that was when i was still younger. i think i forgot now.”

“woah” jungwoo’s amazed by this girl

OH MY GOD WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT 19 EMOTIONS

so when she was asked to do flirty

she got shy, that was the shyest moment of her life but you gotta do what you gotta do

*starts twirling a piece of hair on her finger* “hey,,,,” *winks*

then she starts playing with her hair more aggressively until she had to stop and fix her hair bc the manager told her to

producer: is that how you flirt?

taehee: i don’t flirt. *confidently* people flirt with me ;))).

johnny, off-screen: excuses! this is why we don’t let her out

her and johnny just kept giving commentary on poor mark it’s hilarious

*mark raises his eyebrow*

“you’re so flirty”

“damn, that eyebrow tho. i’m swayed.”

taehee kept eating ice cream

like everytime the camera pans to her she’s just eating ice cream

when they watched alicia key performing ‘if i ain’t got you’

she was star struck

markhee: Aw sHIT

when she rapped “knet knet talk talk” she blew up the whole bird app

she was feeling herself everytime they performed it was sexc

american air really is different

concerts omg don’t get me started

johnny started shaking his booty as a joke but then there’s taehee on the side of the stage lowkey twerking

you know how bp were feeling themselves during their cons?

well taehee is just like that and czennies wERE SO LOUD

her ‘baby don’t like it’ fit .....

it was different from the boys’ since she’s wearing like a dress like damn what if she sLIPPED

she was wearing a blindfold too

her performance is still flawless tho i mean it’s taehee come on

and when they performed ‘superhuman’

istg that markhee part everyone flipped

they were so close (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡

like i swear they could feel their breaths on each other’s faces

but it’s what the czennies want and you gotta give it to them even if the management said nO

#rebel

markhee stans were fed this season they kept hanging out with each other

they rode that horse carriage thing together

they ate donuts together

they shopped together

they messed up their korean and english at some point together

best friend goals

taehee was so excited for the dodgers game she was so adorable in the jersey

she was more than glad to be the first pitch and list off the names of the players to the members

jungwoo and hyuck trapped her so they could get on kiss cam

she was struggling

but that’s okay bc she still gets to see the dodgers play

brooklyn boys

the title’s still boys the producers are like whatever just name it brooklyn boys

after they ate they went shopping right

taehee was in the ‘don’t forget your tools’ team

taeyong mom johnny dad jungwoo child mark child taehee child

“i wanted to be the cousin!!”

“.....taehee child”

#markheebesties we love it

markhee separated from the group for a while to buy ingredients to make cocktails for the older members + staff

“you know how?”

“yeah, my dad taught me.”

“your dad is so cool.”

“i know right- *immediately* mom, i still love youuu <3333”

“we’re both minors and we’re the ones getting alcohol”

“mark, we’re in america. we’re not minors anymore.”

but later on they don’t drink alcohol to respect their korean culture :>>

when jungwoo wanted to get the pie thingy and taeyong won’t let him it was comical

mark’s like that youngest good kid

jungwoo’s like the middle kid who wanted to bUY SOMETHING BUT THEY WONT LET HIM

and taehee’s the eldest bad influence kid

*whispering* “just hide it. yeah, hide it in there. then just put it out when they’re paying for it*

mark’s just laughing off cam they were so serious

anyways they’re cooking and taehee made the guac :p

she kept on laughing at markwoo it’s cute

but she kept on eating the other group’s pasta

“hey! why do you keep eating our food?”

“diversity.”

they complimented her on her guac since she doesn’t cook that much

but she’s a great cook she learned from taeyong!!! and her dad

when they were playing beer pong the maknae line was sOOO HYPED

“LIKE A WHAT?” “LIKE A LIGHT”

“LIKE A WHAT” “LIKE A LIGHT”

and hyuck’s just looking at them weirdly like wtf hahaha markhee tingz i guess

she acted like a ring girl every time they switch to the next round

“wAIT LET ME WALK” *catwalks from side a to side b*

while they were karaoke-ing she made the cocktails and mark watched her

she kept doing tricks with the cups to make mark laugh

she let the staff taste it and they were amazed she’s such an angel i swear

“this one’s for you!!!!”

“is it good?”

“oh i should add more of this? okay, hold on”

and then the older hyungs came and were amazed

doyoung doesn’t even drink but she managed to get him to have a taste

when they were all going to sleep, she chose the bed at the very end

she used mark’s arm as a pillow

they all kinda...didn’t shower...

jk they still smell great ig

“mark you stink”

“shut up”

and then they fell asleep but the others caught them

“mark and taehee are asleep”

“really?” *laughs*

“i’m not asleep i’m just closing my eyes”

“okay but taehee’s already snoring”

*sleepily* “i DONT SNORE!!!”

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct blurbs #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct female addition #nct female member #nct 22nd member #kpop female addition #nct incorrect quotes #nct au #mark lee imagine #taeyong imagine #doyoung imagine #jaehyun imagine #johnny imagine #jungwoo imagine #haechan imagine #yuta imagine #taeil imagine #winwin imagine #nct crack #nct angst #nct 127 punch

[eternalstann]

Celebrity (pt. 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: mild drug use, swearing & tingz

Summary: You and Tom just so happen to be each other’s celebrity crushes :)

part 1 here!

“Thank god you said yes, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no” his comment makes you laugh. “Of course I said yes Tom” you tell him. There was no hiding the grin on your face.

“Y/N!” You hear a voice call to you, and you spin around to see who it is. “Michael!” You shout, reaching to hug him. “Where have you been hiding, I haven’t seen you all day!?” You ask and he smiles, “I had to go pick up something for you” he tells you before handing you a box. “Awww, Mike you really shouldn’t have” you coo before opening it. The wrapping paper reveals a Tiffany box and inside, a diamond necklace. “Oh my god. It’s gorgeous, thank you so much” you hug him again. “You’re welcome love, I’ll let you get back to your party - we still on for Tuesday?” He asks and you nod. “Wait though, meet Tom! Tom Holland, this is Michael B Jordan and vice versa” you giggle with a grand hand gesture.

Michael rolls his eyes, “Y/N we know each other, we’re Marvel Brothers remember? What’s up man!” Michael daps up Tom and they share a quick exchange before Mike goes off to get a drink. When you turn towards Tom he has a funny look on his face. “Is everything okay?” He says yes, but on the inside he can’t believe how incredibly jealous he was at what had just happened, you just said yes to a date with him; but were you and Michael a thing? This couldn’t be healthy for him to feel like this. He and Michael had always been cool but he felt like punching him right now.

“Come upstairs with me” you grab his hand before dragging him up the spiral staircase. His mood shifted instantly, upstairs? His heart was racing. It’s the second door on the left he notes, watching you twist the knob to a white wooden door that opens up to a beautiful and spacious bedroom. It fit you, he thought. White carpet throughout, a giant bed that looked super comfortable, with more than enough pillows. He noticed your closet was open. It was messy, but not too bad. A dresser covered with lotions and perfumes - he wondered which scent was your favorite. Your mirror had pictures tucked in the corners.

“You can sit down!” Your voice called out to him and you’re pointing towards your bed when he glances up. He does as you say and sits. Even more comfy then he imagined. He’s still scanning your room. He wants to learn you, to know everything he can about you. His eyes go to your bathroom. The door is shut, but there’s a silky pink robe hanging on it and suddenly he can’t help but wonder what you’d look like in it with nothing underneath.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to put this away” you speak softly, placing the box on your dresser. “And...I wanted to talk to you, alone” you walk towards Tom and sit down besides him. “You can go back to party if you want though, I don’t want to hold you hostage!” You exclaim and he shakes his head. “No, no; I want to stay here with you” he places his hand on your exposed thigh. “Okay good” you whisper. “Oh and Michael and I are just friends, I tell him all the time to stop buying me things but he never listens” you explain, and Tom exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“So Spiderman, how’s shooting for your new movie? You just don’t stop!” You giggle scooching back in your bed and crossing your legs. “It’s dope, I mean I’m working with The Russos again...except this time I’m on heroin” he shrugs and you laugh. That’s how you spend the next hour with him. Laughing and talking. You were so attracted to this man it wasn’t funny. His leg pressed against yours, shoulders brushing together. It was different now that you were alone. You wanted to tell him to lay back so you could ride him into the sunset...but you didn’t know if he was there yet.

“Y/N!!!” You hear a voice call from outside your door before it’s pushed open. “Where are you, it’s lit downstairs bitch!” Bella slurs, and Zendaya pops up behind her. “She’s fucked up - oh shit hey Tom! I didn’t even know you were here” she laughs. “I thought they were having sex up here, guess not...you guys are boring” she speaks again. “Now come downstairs and party!” She yells. You roll your eyes, before turning to Tom. “Let’s go I guess”

You walk downstairs and the party is in full swing. “Ayyyyeee!” You hear people cheer when they see you coming down the stairs and you dance to get them more hyped with a smile on your face. When you get to the bottom Jacob and Harry are waiting for you. “Yo look what fucking Travis Scott just gave us” holding up a bag of weed. “Y’all smoke?” You ask with a questioning smirk on your face. “We do, Tom doesn’t” chuckles Harry. “I do today” Tom shrugs and your eye brows go up. “I can’t believe I’m taking Tom Holland’s weed virginity” you squeal, taking his hand and leading everyone to your patio. “Oh I have to see this” Zendaya chimes in and coming along too.

The six of you sit out under the gazebo in your backyard. “I have a lighter” says Bella tossing it to you. “I guess this means I have a have to roll” you sigh open up a pack of backwoods. “Backwoods are kind of hard to roll, I’ll teach you sometime but with something easier” you smile at Tom. “I hate rolling with nails” you groan but do it anyways. You roll up three packed blunts - that should be enough for the five of you, since Zendaya doesn’t smoke. “I call first hit” Jacobs yells reaching for the blunt. “Fuck no, I rolled it so I spark it” you exclaim before using the lighter. “Okay Tom, you want to inhale the smoke - but don’t go crazy it’s your first time” you say before taking your first puff. You nod your head, “Travis always has good shit”

You take another pull before passing to Tom. He stared at it for a few seconds before Harry loses patience - “just hit it mate!” And you all laugh. “Okay, okay!” He exclaims before going for it. He begins coughing immediately and earns another round of laughing. “How the fuck...” Tom chokes out before handing the blunt to Jacob. Jacob takes a pull with ease. “Fucking stoner” Zendaya shakes her head.

After about ten minutes, you were about to light up the second blunt when you stop. “Wait guys I have to say something-“ you put your hand up. “Oh my god, here we go” Zendaya giggles. “I just wanna say- B and Daya, youre my best friends and I love you guys so much. I just wanted to make sure you know how I appreciate you”

“Awww sis I love you more!” Bella yells wrapping her around you. “And you three!” You motion towards Tom, Harry and Jacob “-you better not be fake and not hit me up after this cause I think y’all are cool as hell” you say and they nod with lazy grins. “And lastly...I’m high as fuck” “Me too” everyone choruses. “I like being high” Tom says thoughtfully. “Let me get you high again sometime” you whisper and he shudders.

You glance inside and see all the people in your house. You always loved throwing parties but now? You wished it could just be you and Tom. “Y/N you’re being a horrible hostess to all your other guests” Zendaya quips. “Ughh you’re right” you moan before standing. “I’ll see you guys in a little bit” you wave before walking away. “Z you just had to say something!” He complains slapping her arm lightly. “You like herrrr” she sing-songs.

“Yeah I do”

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so I decided to make it series!! here’s part two ❤️ I hope you like it, lmk if there’s anything you wanna see.

Love you all!

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