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christinarowie332 · 3 months

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my boys .

chris and matt sturniolo x bestfriend

chris sturniolo x best friend original character

warnings : drunk character , swearing , will be a part 2 .

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one drink .

it was supposed to be anyway.

as i sit on the toilet of a random friend of a friends house it suddenly hits me how drunk i actually am . im still , but it feels like im rocking back and forth . am i rocking back and forth?

im not too bad with my drink , as in , i won’t throw up , and i don’t really get hangovers, however my stubbornness always gets the best of me when im drinking . like now , one glass of rose with a friend turns into me on my 7th shot at someone’s house party because i believed my own tolerance was higher then it actually was .

i close my eyes and swallow the acid that tries to surface, my face contorts at the taste and a feel a surge of anxiety fill my spine . is this the night i throw up ?

i open my phone and scroll through my snapchat , random people’s story’s , some from the same party i’m at now . i’m guessing anyway , my blurred vision makes it hard to see anything , especially as i open text messages to ask someone to pick me up , and the text on my keyboard seems to shift and dance around the screen . opening mine and chris’s messages with a slight smile , i start typing . i love that boy .

chrus are you homw?

who the fuck is chrus ?

yes i am home u ok?

drink

hmm?

drunk

can yoi comw pick me up plx i’m with gracee!

i hate grace

me tpo

love yoi tho

i love you too casey

are you at graces house ?

okay so where ??

id?

just send me your location, i’ll get matt to come pick you up .

but i wann see you ??

i’ll obviously come with him

cant have u puking on his seats !!!!

how tf doe u being there stop me puuilking ??

i’ll catch it with my hands 🥰😍😍

your diss gusting

i’ll slurp it like soup 😜😘

cheis stop ur gonnna makie me throw up

love you

be there iab cdawg

i giggle slightly at the conversation. full confidence in my typing skills as i send him my location and get up from the toilet . too fast . i make my way out side and sit on the porch of the house , scrolling through tiktok as i wait for the boys to come get me . i love them so much .

the cold weather makes it hard for me to scroll properly, the temperature making my fingers work in slow motion as i watch every video on my for you page extremely intensely, trying my hardest to focus on that instead of the hangziety that currently is deciding to reside in my brain . after a few minutes, i hear bass of a car approach the house and lift my head up wobbly, seeing the familiar headlights and number plate .

i smile and attempt to get up , but as i said before . it’s cold as shit . my legs fail me and i only make it half the way up before i start back right where i started . ass on the ground.

“bro”

chris’s croaky voice allows my eyes to snap away from the ground , meeting his raised eyebrows and his dumbfounded smile as he watches me gather my surroundings.

“christopher!” i say happily, getting up slight too fast and stumbling into his chest . his arms catch me around my waist and i look up to him sheepishly , seeing him allready looking at me with a shit eating grin .

“hello casey , come on let’s get you home” he says as he turns me to his side , supporting my weight against his hip and under his arm , making his way to the car .

as we reach the door he opens it and attempts to put me in the back seat . i don’t duck quite as quick and i end up bashing my head against the car doorframe.

“shit sorry!” he says before hissing through his teeth and continues to help me in the car , following my own path and sitting next to me in the back . i rub my head dramatically and slowly look to chris beside me , his smile not meeting his eyes as he looks at my hand and takes it away from my head , looking for bruising .

his one hand stays on mine as the other brushes my hair from my forehead, making sure i wasn’t hurt . my eyes stay on him . his lips curled in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed in worry . he meets my eyes and smiles . then they move down to his other hand that is still on mine in my lap . he tries to pull it away awkwardly but in drunken confidence i grab it . swinging my body around and laying on his side , putting my head on his shoulder . after a few minutes he relaxes , and i feel his curls touch my forehead as his head leans on top of mine . drawing out a sigh of relief from me .

“i feel like a fucking uber driver” matt says from the front , breaking the comfortable silence .

“you are our fucking uber driver” i reply , my eyes still closed against chris’s shoulder. i feel chris’s shoulders move as he laughs , making me smile and open my eyes .

“oh so i’m getting paid for this ?” he says looking at me through the mirror.

i stay silent

“i know your not asleep casey i can see your eyes”

i close my eyes .

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idk i’ll post part 2 tomorrow i just cba to do the whole thing now lmao !!!

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wzrd-wheezes · 4 months

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Cat and Mouse - Rockstar!Sirius x Reader Smut

AN - hello! this is the first fic im posting in a little while and what better way to come back than with some sirius smut. I'm a little rusty so please forgive me <3

Includes: cocky, arrogant, somewhat toxic sirius. swearing. unprotected sex. choking. slight degradation and just other general filth.

1.2k words.

smut starts under the cut.

“I knew you’d come tonight.” Sirius drawled, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He handed his guitar to one of the roadies, his skin glistening with sweat from the bright stage lights and made his way over to her.

“Didn’t have anything better to do.” Y/N said drily, her arms folded over her chest. She purposely tried not to look at him, letting her gaze drift to his bandmates who were packing away the rest of their equipment.

“Seems like you never have anything better to do,” Sirius taunted, leaning over and smirking at her, “you know, with the number of times that you tell me you’re not coming to see me again, yet every time I play you conveniently have ‘nothing better to do’.”

“Yet you always put my name on the guestlist.”

“Because I enjoy this little game we play. The one where you pretend that you’re not bothered about me even though we both know that you are.”

“I’m the one that’s bothered?” Y/N scoffed, “You’re the one that I get fifteen missed calls off when I don’t show up to your gigs. You’re the one that writes songs about me when I’m not even your girlfriend. But I’m the one that’s bothered?”

"You're the one who always shows up at these gigs only to see me and then make out like you don’t care about me." he shot back. "You love the attention I give you. You love the fact that I write about you.” Sirius laughed.

“You’re a narcissist. You like the fact that I have feelings for you, that I care enough to show up to your concerts.” she spat.

“Ah, but you love it.” He said, his town teasing as he leaned closer towards her, “I know you do.”

As if to prove his point, he leaned forward and place one hand gently under her chin, forcing her eyes up towards him. Then, ever so gently, brushed her lips with his, letting the barest hint of a kiss touch her before letting his hand drop.

Sirius was clearly enjoying himself and it was clear to Y/N that he was just trying to get under her skin. She glared back at him, angry at him for mocking her but at the same time wanting him badly. It was a feeling that both of them had struggled with for a while now, through months of hooking up yet never actually committing to each other.

He was relentless, always trying his hardest to catch her off guard. All the times when she had resolved to ignore him, he would find a way to worm his way inside her thoughts. If not by words then by gestures; the way his arm would snake round her waist, the way he would rest his hand on her thigh when they were sitting together, the way he would have her pressed against the wall in the quickest flash if he wanted to.

“We both know why I’m here so why don’t we just cut the bullshit.” Y/N said, deadpan.

“Because you’re in love with me?”

“Because you’re a good fuck, Black.”

Sirius groaned, the air was thick with the tension that had been building between them. A smug smirk plastered itself across his face.

“And there it is.” he said, looking her up and down, his eyes roaming over her body and then back up to her lips, “I thought we were going to dance around the inevitable for the rest of the night.”

Sirius grabbed her by the wrist, yanking him towards his dressing room. A boot-clad foot kicked the door open before swiftly pulling her inside and knocking it shut behind him.

“There’s no fun in being coy with you, sweetheart,” his eyes still locked on her lips, “I’m aware of how this goes. You come to see me, and you pretend you hate me while I try my hardest to get under your skin. Then inevitably, we both get tired of playing this game and you finally let me fuck you like you’ve been longing for all night.”

He had her pinned against the door now, one of his hands resting just above her head, bracing himself as he towered over her. He smirked, running his fingers down her neck. He loved it when they were like this, how they would both pretend to not be absolutely crazy with desire for each other. It was exciting. A game of cat and mouse that had been going on for far too long.

His long, slender fingers wrapped around her throat, the cool metal of his rings pressing against her skin. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, enjoying the soft gasp that escaped her lips.

“You look so pretty like this.” he said, his voice low, “So pretty with my hand around your neck.”

He dipped his head down, catching her lips in his, teeth clashing together as he roughly kissed her. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue slipping inside, their kisses becoming messy. His hands found the back of her thighs, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

Hastily, he carried her over to the dressing table, putting her down on top of it, her back resting against the mirror. Y/N quickly removed her shirt, Sirius unbuttoning and sliding off her trousers as she did. He dragged her to the edge of the table, roughly spreading her legs.

“You know you love this, don't you?” he teased, his breath hot and heavy as it fanned over her face, “You love that you’re mine.”

Sirius’s hands were rough and unrelenting, he was unable to hold himself back, the pair of them far too eager to take it any slower.

“Stop teasing and just fuck me already.” Y/N said, already breathless.

Wordlessly, he shoved his jeans down, letting them hang low on his hips. He wasted no time, quickly lining himself up with her, plunging in without given her a second to adjust. A ragged moan escaped her lips, earning a smile from Sirius.

“I’m the only one that gets to make you make those pretty noises,” he grunted, his hips snapping against hers, “No one can fuck you better than I can, can they?”

Unable to form a coherent response, she just shook her head, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Answer me properly.”

“N-no.” she gasped, “No one fucks me better than you.”

That was all the fuel he needed to keep going. He grabbed her forcefully, repositioning her so that she was bent over on the dressing table with him behind her.

“Want you to look at yourself in the mirror,” he ordered, “Want you to see how desperate and needy you are for me, how good I make you feel.”

His fingers wove into her hair, adjusting her head so that she had no choice but to stare at their reflection. It was like a high for him, watching her stare at herself in the mirror, taking in her bruised lips and smudged makeup.

Sirius slammed into her, his grunts mixing with her moans as he chased his own release. He felt her clench around him and he stared thrusting harder, deeper.

“That’s it. Look at yourself as you cum for me.” he encouraged, “such a little slut for me.”

Y/N came with a loud moan, her body going slack. Sirius held her up against him as his thrusts got sloppy, his own orgasm quickly approaching. He groaned as he came inside her, panting as he pulled out.

“So, when’s your next gig?”

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #sirius smut #marauders smut

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rasparagus · 11 months

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nerd bf!wonwoo headcannons

content/warnings: gn!reader, university!au, swearing, a suggestive line but nothing explicit, mentions of drinking/being drunk but nothing crazy or gross, all fluff just fluff

@cheolsblackgf gala my gala thank you for requesting im flattered u thought i could do the request justice and i had a lot of fun with this hehe muah

taglist (aka the one person who consistently likes my work and has asked to be tagged): @livmixes

masterlist

oddly enough you two meet at a party

you meet bc seungkwan from statistics invites you to one of sigma lambda tau's frat parties

you are, of course, a little tipsy

so when seungkwan introduces you to his comp sci frat brother wonwoo, you hop at the opportunity to divulge how bad you are at the stat program you’re forced to use

seungkwan, being the lovely wingman he is, is absolutely thrilled to make wonwoo promise to tutor you

to which he responds…”i don’t know if i’ll really be much help but…sure?”

he’s practically blushing and giggling the whole time, partly because you’re fun and hot and partly because wow where are all these compliments coming from

and of course wonwoo is a huge help because he’s a genius and always downplays his talents

and then he asks you out like a gentleman and you start dating and its bliss, obviously

let’s talk about his little habits

he literally never brags about his knowledge

even if he has a huge accomplishment, you will never find out unless there’s some public announcement about it

apparently he won the highest coding competition in your university but you don’t know until you see his face on the front of the fucking university paper?? (seriously, how does he manage to be an active member of a frat, hang out with you, and do all this other shit)

and you text him a photo of it with a question mark

and he just laughs it off like “oh yeah that’s the coding project i told you i had to work on last saturday lol”

you think its because he’s humble but it’s really just because he’s shy when you dote on and compliment him (which is proven when you buy him a little cake and he can barely meet your eyes)

its the same when you visit his room in the frat house for the first time as well

you walk in his room and he’s all ready to watch a movie and play mario kart and, you know, hopefully…get to other things…

and mingyu has fully put his noise cancelling headphones in because wonwoo has been kind enough to warn the person he shares a wall with!

but all mingyu can hear through his headphones is you screaming “what the hell, how are you so damn talented?” upon seeing every plaque, trophy, and certificate he’s won while being in college

and then he reminds you that you have just as many awards for your major and activities

and you merely side eye him for the betrayal of hiding his nerdiness from you

well, he may not brag, but his nerd tendencies are certainly not hidden

this man is not a literature major OR minor but he takes at least one literature class a year because he has the extra credits and he just fucks with reading like that

you know when he’s stolen a book from you to read because any new word that you have highlighted suddenly starts popping up in his vocabulary

also, wonwoo does NOT play about finals season

he always gets to the library much earlier than you, managing to grasp a decent study room

he leaves a little breakfast sandwich in your spot for when you arrive

if you’re going to study with him, you’re going to study, okay?

if you’re talking nonsense and trying to show him tiktoks during the allotted study time he deadass just will not respond to you

if you leave the study room for one singular second he’s taking your phone and hiding it (he will give it back when the pomodoro timer goes off!)

the one concession is when he sees you dozing off and he knows ur trying your hardest to study. but he pats your head and tells you to get a little nap instead of forcing yourself to study

last but not least

you’re very grateful that he’s in a frat

because it means you have a close, nice place to stay when you wanna get silly and drunk and rowdy with his frat bros and all your friends

and the two of you can leave whenever you want (after he makes sure all your friends are safely tucked in their ubers <3) and go up to his room and play, quite possibly, the most fun game of pubg in your life

and his face is flush and his laughs are loud and you smile because he’s in his happy place and he smiles because you’re his happy place

a/n: i’ve never done a headcannon before and i think i made this too long lol. consider it a treat

reblog if u liked this <3 send any requests if you have 'em

#caratwritersclub #wonwoo fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen headcannons #wonwoo headcanons #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #ro's.fics

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luvangelbreak · 1 month

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Deprived | Eighteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: mentions of death, swearing, suggestive, fluff word count: 3.6k a/n: I'm aware not much happened in this part but I'm trying my hardest to keep this interesting while I'm in writer's block. IM TRYING Y'ALL I PROMISE IT ONLY GETS BETTER !!

pov: matt

I watched as her chest rose and fell delicately against my own, her hand clutching the skin of my torso as if I'd slip away at any given moment. I woke up earlier than I usually do, the light shining through the curtains blindingly. I delicately brushed her blonde hair behind her ear, smiling down at her peaceful state. I sighed, throwing my head back into the pillows behind me as I held her closer to me, not wanting to leave this calm moment.

She shifted in her sleep, humming lowly while moving her head up further to lay on my shoulder. I chewed on my lip, wondering whether or not I wanted to wake her up and bother going to school or if I should just skip the day as a whole and spend it with her.

"Matt," she mumbled and I tilted my head up, looking down at her to see her eyes were still closed, her mouth hung open as she was still in a peaceful slumber.

"Pretty girl?" I whispered, checking if she was awake but I had no response as she shifted her legs to land between mine. I smiled once again, running my hand along the soft skin of her lower back.

"Baby," she mumbled against my chest again, her voice shaking slightly before shifting against me once more. She breathed in sharply before she lifted her head off of my chest. Suddenly, her eyes blinked open and she looked around the room with a frown and I tilted my head to look at her.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, noticing her sudden tenseness and she shook her head. I returned my hand to her back, rubbing up and down her spine to ease the tension in her body, "What's wrong?"

"Nightmare," she mumbled, her voice raspy and deep from her sleep as she continued frowning, her breathing slightly heavy. She pushed herself up from my chest, sitting upright as she faced the wall to my left. As she was running her hands across her face, I placed my hand on her thigh and she jolted causing me to remove my hand again.

"Sorry," I mumbled softly, feeling bad for scaring her and she shook her head again. She ran her hands through her hair before pursing her lips and looking down at me.

"I just get jumpy after a nightmare. It's okay," she gave me a weak smile and I slowly placed my hand back on her bare thigh now that she could see my movements.

"Do you get them often?" I asked cautiously, not knowing if she wanted to talk about it and I didn't want to push her.

She nodded, looking down at her hands in her lap as she picked at her nails, "Yeah, I get them when I don't smoke. That's why I smoke like every night."

"Oh," I let my mouth fall open as I continued to study her face. She had a shameful look behind her eyes as her hands trembled slightly, "Do you wanna talk about it, pretty girl?"

"I don't know how," she said quietly, embarrassment showing through her words and I frowned, shifting so I could sit up more against the headboard.

"You can always try," I answered softly and she pursed her lips, glancing at me slightly before inhaling deeply, "Do you have the same nightmare every night?"

"No but they're all pretty similar," she explained, closing her eyes and I ran my thumb on her thigh to comfort her, "It's always someone I care about dying in one way or another. It used to always be my mom and my sister."

"Who was it now?" I asked cautiously and she pursed her lips again before opening her eyes.

"You," she answered quietly, looking over at me with a worried look in her eye and my face softened. I ran my hand up and down her thigh as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously, "I've never had a nightmare like that about anyone but my mom or sister."

"I'm sorry," I shifted up further and she sighed, leaning her head back on her shoulders.

"It's not your fault," she whispered, closing her eyes as she took another deep breath, "I just hate having them."

"Do you wanna tell me what it was about? It might help getting it out," I suggested carefully and she lifted her head, glancing at me again before she nodded. She leaned down placing her head back on my chest as she wrapped her arms around my torso again and I wrapped my arms around her back.

"It's not the same every time but this one I haven't had before. Not just because you were in it but the situation was different," she explained quietly as I continued to run my hand along her back, "We were on a cliff and you were hanging over the edge holding onto my wrist but I couldn't grab you or pull you up. I just had to watch your hand slip away from my wrist and fall."

I let out a heavy breath, imagining myself in her shoes in the nightmare and my heart broke for her as I whispered, "That sounds awful."

"I just hate those nightmares because I feel so fucking helpless," she mumbled, pulling herself closer to me and I sighed, laying my head on top of hers before I kissed her hair gently.

"It's just a nightmare, pretty girl," I answered softly and she hummed in response.

"I don't wanna go to school," she sighed, her body finally relaxing into mine as I traced my thumb along her thigh in circles.

"We don't have to go," I mumbled against her hair and she turned her head to look up at me with a deadpan face.

"I'm not making you miss classes and you have to take Nick and Chris," she stated plainly and I scrunched my nose, not thinking about that previously.

"I'll get Nate to pick them up," I shrugged, not wanting to leave her at her house alone.

"You're not missing out on school because of me," she deadpanned once again and I smiled down at her.

"I have a high enough grade," I shrugged once again and she rolled her eyes, pushing away from me behind sliding the covers off of her body and standing up.

"We're going to school. Get up," she spun around with her hands on her hips, a serious look still on her face making me giggle.

"Yes, Mom," I rolled my eyes, sliding the covers off of my body before swinging my legs out of the bed as she stood between them.

"That's mommy to you," she tapped my chin and I let my jaw drop, the unexpected comment catching me off guard before she giggled, leaning her hands on my shoulders, "Come on, that was funny."

"It was hot," I smirked up at her, causing her to roll her eyes before looking down at me again with a smile. I pursed my lips, looking up at her with doe eyes.

"We're not getting into more of your sick and twisted kinks right now. Get your ass up," she ruffled my hair, trekking across the room to where she threw her pants on the floor last night.

"Yes, mommy," I mumbled jokingly, pursing my lips to hide my shit-eating grin as she spun around in surprise. I let out a snicker before she threw a shirt at my face, covering my vision for a moment before I pulled it off of my head to see her sliding her jeans on.

"You're the worst," she mumbled, a smile on her lips as she shook her head, zipping up her jeans before turning around to look at me again. I stood up, waltzing over to her before I grabbed her belt loops, pulling her towards me.

"You're cute," I mumbled, leaning down and placing my lips on hers gently. She smiled against my mouth before she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, brushing her fingers on the nape of my neck as I shivered from her touch. I let go of her belt loops, reaching my hands around to grab her ass roughly making her gasp.

I used that as an opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth slowly as she hummed against me. I pulled her towards me further as she tangled her hands in my hair, tugging on his slightly and I felt heat travel towards my dick when she did so.

"Babe," she mumbled against my mouth before she pulled away and I subconsciously followed her head back. She giggled at my attempt to kiss her again but tugged on my hair to hold my head back lightly, "Chill out."

"Sorry," I mumbled, opening my eyes to smirk down at her as she let go of my hair, "I just really wanna kiss you."

"How about for every piece of clothing you put on you get a little kiss?" she smiled up at me and I immediately nodded my head, sliding out of my pyjama pants and boxers before slipping on a fresh pair of underwear, “You’re not gonna shower?”

“I had one last night. Now give me,” I leaned my head forward with my lips puckered and she rolled her eyes dramatically before pecking her lips against my own.

“Next,” she demanded and I followed her orders as if I were a dog in training. I slid a pair of clean blue jeans on before puckering my lips again. We continued the cycle as I put each item of clothing on and each time she rolled her eyes before sticking true to her word.

Socks, kiss. Black wife-beater, kiss. Black shirt, kiss. Grey hoodie, kiss. Shoes, kiss. Jacket, kiss.

Amongst my neediness for her affection, she had also changed out of my black hoodie into a pink crewneck I forgot I even owned. I liked watching her as I sat on the edge of my bed as she familiarised herself with my bedroom. Shuffling through my closet to find a clothing item she liked, using my spray deodorant from my desk and spraying my cologne on the crewneck without asking.

I liked seeing her make herself at home, not bothering to ask because she already knew I wouldn’t dare say no to her. She trotted over to her bag, pulling out a few items that were small cylinders.

“What’s that?” I asked, intrigued as she walked over to the mirror before grabbing a tissue and a bottle of water that barely had anything in it. She dumped the small bit of water into the tissue as she spoke.

“Eyeliner and mascara,” she explained before using the now damp tissue to wipe around her eyes as the excess makeup that was smudged.

I hopped up from the bed and waltzed over to her, standing behind her in the body-length mirror as I peered over her, “Can I see?”

“See what?” she asked before throwing the tissue in the small trash can I kept beside my desk.

“The makeup. I wanna know how you put it on,” I shrugged and she looked at me in the reflection of the mirror with a smile.

“Uh, okay. Well, the eyeliner goes on your waterline and on your eyelids. Hence the name eyeliner,” she explained, holding up the small black pencil and I nodded as I listened.

“What does it do?” I asked dumbly and she smiled at me as I moved to stand beside the mirror to look at her while she clicked off the small lid on the pencil.

“It just makes your eyes look more intense,” she shrugged, taking the pencil and running it along the space where her eyelashes met her skin. I cringed as I watched, nervous that she was so close to her eye with a pencil.

“Is that not uncomfortable?” I asked, slight worry in my tone as she blinked a few times. It was only then that I noticed a direct difference in the shape of her eyes, the one without eyeliner around it seeming slightly bigger.

“You don’t feel it once it’s on,” she explained, glancing at me briefly as I studied her actions. She quickly smudged eyeliner on the other eye before leaning back to inspect her work.

“What’s the purpose of mascara?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I was genuinely intrigued. She clicked the cap of the eyeliner back on before switching to what I assumed was the mascara.

“To make your eyelashes look longer,” she shrugged, pulling at the small contraption from its bottle and I frowned. The spikes on the end of the stick looked alarming.

“I can’t believe you’re putting this shit near your eyes. I'd end up making myself blind,” I raised my eyebrows and she giggled as she coated the black liquid on her eyelashes.

“I can’t believe you’re this interested in makeup,” she mumbled, focusing on the mascara she was smearing on still.

“Only because you’re doing it,” I answered honestly and she leaned back from the mirror before screwing the lid back onto the mascara bottle, “I wanna know about everything you do.”

She tilted her head to the side as she looked at me, a sweet smile covering her lips before she leaned forward. She quickly kissed my lips, not letting it linger too long probably to not entice me to keep her home again.

“How are you so sweet?” she asked quietly, leaning her forehead against my own briefly before pulling away from me.

“Ate a lot of sugar as a kid,” I joked, a half-smile on my lips as I shrugged and she let out a chortle at my attempt at humour.

“It’s all adding up,” she raised her eyebrows before spinning on her toes and walking back towards her bag. I let my eyes scan her body, watching the way her hips swung and her hair flowed down her back.

"Are you sure we can't stay here?" I whined and she laughed to herself before turning back around to give me a scolding look.

"We're going," she stated blandly making me groan before I walked over to her, pulling her to me by her wrist before I pressed my lips against hers quickly. She smiled against me, reaching her hand up behind my neck to play with the hair at the nape of my neck again.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my bedroom door and I pulled away from her reluctantly. I unlocked the door and swung it open to see my mother standing in the hall with a smile.

"Good morning," she said tiredly and I smiled back at her before giving her a side hug.

"Morning, Mom," I answered quietly before Layla appeared behind me in the doorway, giving my mom a small smile and wave.

"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" she asked Layla and I turned around to see Layla nod gently as I pulled away from my mom.

"Definitely. Thank you for letting me stay again," she quickly answered, a small smile still on her lips.

"That's good. I'm off to work now. See you when I get home," she quickly leaned up, pressing a kiss to my cheek before waving back at us and travelling down the stairs again.

"You're mom's so cute," she smiled at me and I rolled my eyes with a smile before she leaned up to kiss my cheek.

"You're cuter," I answered with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, pushing me away from her by my shoulder.

"Shut up," she said half-heartedly and I chuckled while she picked up her bag as I followed suit.

+++

“No Mia?” Chris asked as he sat down at our usual table in the cafeteria, this time next to Allie who was sitting on the right side of Layla as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

“I haven’t seen her today,” Allie shrugged half-heartedly and my eyebrows furrowed. I could tell everyone was still tense from Mia’s actions yesterday but I didn’t want to let it bother me.

“Have you picked out a dress for prom yet?” Layla asked Allie, averting the topic away from Mia which I silently thanked her for.

“Yeah! Do you wanna see?” she asked, pulling her phone out from under her thigh on the seat. Layla nodded and Allie excitedly unlocked her phone, browsing through her Snapchat memories before she turned her phone away from Chris, "You can't look."

"What? Why not?" Chris asked, slightly offended at her actions as he crossed his arms and leaned them on the table in front of him.

"Because it's a surprise. You too, Matt," she called me out and I furrowed my eyebrows, my reaction similar to Chris's. Suddenly, Layla placed her hand over my eyes.

"Quick, show me while he's not looking," she whispered to Allie and I rolled my head back, trying to peek under her hand but she pressed it closer to my eyes, "Oh, that's really cute."

"Right? I feel like the colour will match with my hair really well," Allie responded and I could hear the excitement in her voice before Layla pulled her hand away from my face and I blinked my eyes open. Allie was now doing something else on her phone.

"Have you bought it yet?" Layla asked as Allie locked her phone, shaking her head.

"I put it on hold. I'm hopefully going today after school to buy it," Allie explained and Layla nodded, leaning her head on my shoulder lazily.

"Maybe I should go with you. I still need to find a dress," Layla stated casually and Allie's eyes widened in excitement as her eyebrows shot up.

"Does that mean you'll go with us?" Allie asked, joy radiating off of her and I smirked at her excitement before I glanced at Chris who was smiling at Allie.

"Yeah. I'll have to find a cheap dress or just make my own but I'll go," Layla shrugged and Allie squealed in excitement, clapping her hands together rapidly as she wiggled in her seat.

"Oh my god, I'm so excited. We have so much to plan. It's only like three weeks away," Allie rambled, whipping her phone out again making Layla giggle, "Do you still want a black dress?"

"Please don't tell me you changed your mind. I already got a black suit and shirt," Nate deadpanned, speaking for the first time since he sat down catching our attention and Layla chuckled.

"I still want a black dress, Nate. Calm down," she smiled at him and he let out a breath of relief, dropping his forehead to the table tiredly.

"Something like this?" Allie asked, showing her phone to Layla and Layla looked at the black sparkly dress with a nod before she tensed.

"Is there any chance we can find something like that for like a quarter of the price?" Layla asked hesitantly, her tone uneasy at the conversation involving money and I wrapped my arm around her tighter.

"I'll help you pay for it," I told her quietly and she looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I can pay for it myself," she answered shortly and I raised my eyebrows, her slightly aggressive tone catching me off guard.

"I know you can. I just wanna help if you find one that's more expensive that you really like," I explained and she furrowed her eyebrows further, pulling away from me slightly. I let my face drop as she pulled away from me, unsure of how I upset her but I didn't want to bring it up in front of everyone.

"This one is a bit cheaper and kinda the same style," Allie suggested, showing Layla another photo of a dress and Layla pursed her lips, nodding her head.

"It's okay. I'll have a look later," Layla responded to her, her tone slightly short but kept up a polite front as she tried to subtly get Allie to stop.

"We can always just look at the mall," Allie suggested and Layla nodded again, her body tense as she leaned forward to place her elbows on the table. My arm fell from her shoulders to her lower back, "You coming to the game tomorrow?"

"I have to. Can't break our spoken agreement," Layla responded, not sounding excited in the slightest.

"Spoken agreement?" Nate asked, catching everyone's attention again.

"I said if I went to his last four games then he would get another piercing with me," Layla explained and Nate raised his eyebrows, an upside-down smile appearing on his lips.

"What one?" Nick asked, half-asleep on his hand that was holding his head up.

"It's a surprise," I spoke before Layla could and Nick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I leaned forward, placing my elbow on the table before I placed my chin on my hand, sliding closer to Layla but she tensed when I did so. I pursed my lips, letting my arm fall from her back as I placed it on my thighs awkwardly.

"Nate," Allie said in a sing-song voice causing him to lift his head from the table, "Do you wanna take me and Layla to the mall after school?"

"Really?" he deadpanned and Allie smiled at him widely, nodding her head.

"Please," she begged, holding her hands together in front of her as Nate just stared at her.

"I can take you," I offered and Allie turned to look at me as Layla still looked ahead.

"You have to take Nick and Chris home. It will be easier if Nate does," Layla retorted, not bothering to look at me and my eyebrows furrowed at her sudden coldness. I felt my heart sink, feeling her walls being built up again and I let out a heavy breath, trying to not let it show that I was confused.

"Uh, yeah. I can drop you guys off," Nate said awkwardly, noticing the sudden tension in the group and I saw Layla's mouth curl into a half-hearted smile. I let my eyes drop to the table, wracking my brain for what could've upset her.

I knew she didn't like other people paying for things but I didn't know why my offering to help would upset her so much. I let my thoughts wander through my head as the rest of lunch passed, staring off into space as the conversation continued that I was paying no mind to. Soon enough, the bell rang and Layla exited the cafeteria without another word to me.

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frankoceanluvrr · 1 year

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𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : fem!reader x peter parker

warnings : arguing, angst, swearing, insults, being harsh, english isn’t my first language, urdu is! so please tell me about grammatical errors like spelling and punctuation as those i struggle with! plz lmk if u feel as if there are anymore i should list :)

summary : first argument as a couple, heavily inspired by the infamous amy march line, “you’re being mean.”

a/n : you can imagine any peter for this btw! it’s not specifically mcu peter, im just using this gif for reference !

“Peter, are you okay?” Your voice quiet, looking at the boy.

Peter was sat on the end of your bed, fingers pinching the top of his nose in annoyance. It was one of those months where everything felt as if it were going wrong. It was overwhelming. He felt trapped. Scared. He attempted to slow his breathing pattern down as he thought of what to say to you. You had invited him in, and he barely said a word. You could tell something had been wrong this month, so you had been trying your best to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to work.

“Do I look okay to you? God, use your fucking brain for once [Name].” He eventually huffed out, still looking down and not really processing what he said.

You took a deep breath, you didn’t want to fight him. In an attempt to be mature, you disregarded the whole comment as a whole.

“Will you just tell me what happened?” You sighed, trying your hardest to stay calm.

“I just- you wouldn’t understand. You don’t have responsibilities like me, don’t act like you have any idea of what it’s like either.” He spat, eventually looking up to see your whole body tense up, “you’ve been nothing but a burden, [Name]. All these ‘attempts’ to help me wont do anything except waste your time.”

“What is wrong with you?” You quickly replied, throwing all attempts to be mature out the window, “A burden? A burden who’s opened her door for you every single time you’ve been like this? Or how about the multiple occasions ‘the burden’ dropped everything to help you everytime you asked? I’m so so sorry I cared, Peter. Would you have rathered to suffer alone?”

You were fighting back tears, you began to look up and fold your lips ever so slightly.

“Oh? You’re the one who comes to my rescue? You have got to be kidding me [Name], you seriously did not just say that,” He chuckled, but it was purely bitter, “I have to look out for you constantly because you don’t know any better. You always need reassurance. It’s such an inconvenience for me. At least my problems when I come to you are actually worth something, yours are always something so minor you stress about like crazy. Don’t get me started—”

“Stop it, you’re being mean.” You breathed, meeting his hard gaze with your tearful one, “I never knew you saw me as an inconvenience.”

“No, no- I’m sorry—”

“Please leave.” You wiped a tear coming from your eye, passing him his bag.

“[Name], I got carried away, I’m so sorry. I was just, frustrated I didn’t mean anything I said” He pleaded, sincerity riddled through his tone.

“I know, but please leave.”

And with that, he left.

#angst #spiderman x you #spiderman angst #spiderman x reader #Peter Parker #mcu peter parker #tasm peter parker #one shot #argument #marvel x reader #peter parker angst

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ghostly-wisp · 1 year

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Alright,

How bout a little fluffy rpf about Pedro and you going wedding cake shopping

thank you anon, I appreciate you greatly :))

THE PERFECT SLICE

Synopsis: You and your fiancée, Pedro, are trying to pick out the perfect wedding cake.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x gn!fiancée!reader

Warnings: strong language (I swear, im sorry), little short and I didn't put it through grammarly, fluff !!

No use of Y/N

“No, this one won’t do.” Pedro sighs, denying yet another floral, vanilla with buttercream frosting – and you groan at this, it felt like the more and more stores you went to for tasting would never be enough. He always found something to nitpick at. This seemed impossible with him – picking what you were going to wear to your wedding was easier than this.

“Pedro,” you say while the kind bakery lady takes the sample away to go find a new one, your arms folded in front of you, “You’re making this difficult, we don’t need the perfect cake, okay? That isn’t going to be the main focus of our wedding.” Though it is a pretty big part, you have to admit that.

Pedro had proposed to you during a vacation the two of you took as a way of celebrating his big rise in fame; you two had been together for quite some time now and he thought it would be the perfect time to seal the deal between you two – this nearly a year ago now, and most of the wedding stuff was taken care of except for the cake and both of your attires needed alterations – though it seemed like he was set on making this cake the hardest part of wedding planning, for most this comes easiest – but Pedro Pascal was never like most people.

“I’m sorry, hermosa.” His eyebrows raise slightly and he has a genuine apologetic look on his face, he reaches a hand out to place it on your shoulder gently, “I just want this wedding to be perfect in every aspect – cake included in that…” You sigh softly, dropping his arms slightly as you take in his words; you understand that he only wants the best and that he means well.

But it’s a cake.

Perhaps he could be more focused on his tux, the guests and the venue – the entire catering of it and not just the cake – after all you like to think people aren’t just just coming for the cake, right?

“I know, Pedro, but it’s just the cake – we’re not going to focus on that, you know? I’m not going to be standing at that alter thinking to myself ‘God, I can’t wait for this ceremony is over so I can get that cake.’” This makes him laugh, and you know you’re getting your point across, “Let's just try the next sample, if we both like it – even if it’s just not us – let it be our cake.” He gives you an understanding nod, and a very excited smile – he just loves you so much that he wants everything to be perfect, and if you’re telling him that there's no need to be so fussy about the cake, then he won't worry about it too much.

As if on cue, the bakery woman brings out a new sample cake – she describes it as red velvet, ermine frosting and one of their richest cakes – Pedro is ready to grab the fork to try it but you’re already waving it away with nothing more than a simple “No.”

The bakery girl sighs, taking the cake away much more and Pedro looks at you, wordlessly asking what was wrong with that sample. “Whatever happened to ‘Let the next sample be our cake?’”

“I am not having a red velvet as my wedding cake! Besides, ermine frosting is essentially boiled milk frosting. I know I said we won't be thinkin’ about it but do you want to eat cake that has frosting that's boiled milk?” Pedro’s face contorts and he shakes his head, he didn’t even like regular milk, nevermind boiled milk, and to feed that to his partner on the day of their wedding? No thank you. They’ll find their wedding cake, it just won't be a red velvet cake with boiled milk frosting.

In fact when you decide on a cake, it’s a yellow cake with whipped cream frosting, you end up getting it from another bakery than the one you were at – the cake here seemed better, but perhaps it was because you worked out a mutual understanding, or the cake was just genuinely better.

You ordered it small – the wedding wasn’t going to be big, but man, you were thinking about it after you decided, too, Pedro seemed just as happy on it, honestly you were glad to finally have him agreeing with you on this.

“We’re going to have the best wedding, hermosa.” he says to you as you’re driving home from the bakery, he's still wiping some of the frosting out of his mustache. “Ceremony of our love, finally being your husband…”

“And the best tasting wedding cake I’ve tasted yet.”

“Fuck yeah, the best wedding cake I’ve ever had!” He laughs.

The wedding date was only a few months away now, and you couldn’t wait any longer – they say that there's this anxiety that comes to you when you’ve got a big day such of this – that people remember their wedding for the rest of their lives and so you better make yours count, no room for mistakes – but you didn’t have any of that – not with Pedro, no – anything with him was special enough, picking your wedding cake felt like the most special day to the both of you, you just couldn’t wait to finally be lawfully his.

Okay, yeah, you couldn’t wait to have more of that cake either – but mostly you were excited to declare your love for this man. The cake is a close second.

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creamymilkk · 2 years

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Could you do a one where the reader and Vance we're together and the reader was killed by the grabber before Vance. And the reader trys to help Vance escape and stay safe from the grabber when he gets kidnapped (and Vance can communication with the reader through the phone like Finney did but he can also see them bc when he turned around while still on the phone bc he heard a voice which was the readers and he also finds out the reader was murdered by the grabber and gets pissed)but the reader ends up failing to protect him and Vance died too and they can finally be together again?

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 📞 I promise. 📞 .♡

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and GN! Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: imagine.

× &﹕Summary: You try your hardest to get Vance out of here.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): I loved this idea! Btw Im trying to catch up in requests so requests are going to be slow.

masterlist | Requests: OPEN

Vance's eyes slowly opened and his whole body felt like shit. His head hurt like crazy when his eyes fully opened. He was in an unknown place, he got up. Vance saw him.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” He yelled out to the unknown man with a weird-looking devil mask. Until it hit him. It was the grabber. The person that took away his lover.

“It’s too late for yelling.” The grabber calmly stated. He was holding a plate, he put the plate on the floor. It was shitty-looking eggs and a soda bottle.

“Where the hell am I?” “In my basement.” He started looking at him.

“Just eat.” “I’m not fucking eating that,” Vance said to the grabber disgusted and mad.

“Oh, your problem. You are already down here. “ The grabber went to the basement door. Vance was in disbelief, how did he get kidnapped by him?

He was stronger than the grabber he knew that. He beaten up three kids in under 2 minutes. He was just mad and confused until he turned around. There was a black phone.

‘How dumb is he?’ Vance thought. The grabber already knew what he was doing and thinking about. “The phone doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked since I was a kid.”

With that being said, he closed the door. For the first time in his life, he truly felt hopeless. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. He looked at the food next to the bed.

He wasn’t going to eat the eggs or the soda. He didn’t care if he was going to starve to death.

Two days. For two days, his face was coated in dirt. His jacket was slowly losing its color, his once white shirt. Was covered with mud and blood. This was the third day, yesterday he tried punching the grabber but that ended horribly. He got beaten.

He would try and kill him. He wanted to snap his neck, he wanted to kill him. For them.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to fight but he couldn’t. Just not yet, he wanted to fight him when the time is just right. His thoughts were all over the place.

RING RING RING.

‘Was that? That couldn’t be..’ he quickly got off the bed and went to the phone. He was right, the phone was ringing. ‘What? How?’ He picked up the phone.

He put it next to his ear, it was just sadistic. Fucking. Sadetic. He thought he could have escaped. The grip of the phone tightened. He smashed the phone back into its place when he was about to turn around.

RING RING RING.

He turns around, ‘I swear to god.’ He picked up the phone. It was sadetic until he heard a faint “Hello?” “Hello?!?” He almost yelled into the phone. Maybe he could escape, his eyes almost lightened up.

“Hello.” The line was more clear and he couldn’t believe what he heard. It was y/n. The person he loves. “Y/n? Baby.” He said, his voice cracking. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Vance? It’s been forever..” you spoke in a sweet gentle voice.

“Y/n… I can’t believe it’s you..” he said, his voice breaking. “Y/n… I remember.” You said almost forgetting your name.

Before Vance could say anything, the phone disconnected. “Y/n!” He was about to cry. “You can’t talk to the dead.” That voice.

He turned around and it was him. “Stay the fuck away from me.” “Oh don’t worry. I just wanted to check up on you.” He stated.

“You’ve done your check-up! Go.” He said to the grabber in an angry tone.

“If I need to.” The grabber turn around and walked out of the basement.

Vance was about to cry until he noticed the door unlocked. ‘That fucking idiot.’ He thought. Quickly went to the door and when he was about to open it.

RING RING RING.

It was ringing. It’s y/n. He ran to the phone and picked it up, “hello?” “Don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting.” You spoke out.

“What?” “He didn’t say you could leave. If you do, he will punish you. With hitting you with that belt. It hurts like hell.” You said.

“Did he hit you..?” He said to you, Vance turned around and there was you. Standing in front of him.

Your hair was a mess, the outfit was covered in dirt and blood. A lot of blood and your eyes were gone. Blood dripped out of them. You were a mess.

“Y/n..?” He mumbled out.

“You could see me?” You said in the same soft voice. “Yeah… I can.” Vance answered, still holding the phone.

“Did he hit you.” He asked you again. “He did much more than that.” You walked close to him.

“He killed me. I tried to escape.. I really tried Vance.” You cupped his cheek with your hand.

Your once warm and gentle hand was now cold. Since soft and gentle, he wanted to kill that asshole.

“I'm going to kill him! I swear.” Vance said in an angry tone. He looked at you, almost crying out of anger.

“Don’t worry about me Vance… I promise I will help you escape.” You always cared about other people, when he found out you were gone. He was such a crying mess, he wished that he was there to help you. To protect you. To hug you. To tell you that everything will be okay.

“For right now, don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting, Vance. Eat. That food won’t hurt you.” With that. You were gone, he wished he could have talked to you more. But he will listen to you. He will kill that mother fucker. For you.

He quickly got the plate with eggs and soda. He ate the food fast, he almost forgot that he was straving. He drank the soda, even though the Grabber food tasted like shit. He was hungry.

Vance was just sitting down, thinking of what you said. ‘I promise I will help you escape.’ He couldn’t believe that you were protecting him. He wanted so badly to see you or even talk about what happened. He got up, and picked up the phone.

“Y/n.. please answer. I just wanna talk to you. Even just to hear your voice. Please.” He begged. He still heard nothing.

He let out a sigh, and was about to lay on the dirty so called ‘bed’ until..

RING RING RING.

he almost jumped to the phone, he picked up the phone. “Y/n?” “Hey Vance.” You spoke. He turned around and you were there.

“What happened? Do you remember anything?” He questioned you. “It’s all a blur. All I know is what happened here. I do remember you.” You said looking at him.

“I swear that this won’t happen to you.” you spoke to him.

“I love you, Vance.” “I love you too,” Vance said still crying and smiling.

2 weeks. He did everything you told him to, he just wanted to get out of this hell. Today was the day to kill that fucking jackass. The one that did this to you. The one that took your life. The grabber was taking his time.

He couldn’t wait to hear him scream and beg him for his life. Vance was waiting and hiding behind the walls. That’s when the grabber opened the door with the plate of eggs and soad like always done. Vance swears every time the eggs get grosser. “Breakfast Tim-“ he was cut off. “TODAY IS THE DAY MOTHERFUCKER.”

When Vance quickly punched him in the face, the plate of eggs dropped before they both knew it. They were fighting. Vance was fighting like he never had before. He really wanted to kill him. Until the grabber got some pole laying around and hit him right in the face. Vance quickly falled back.

His nose was broken and bleeding ALOT. Everything was getting blurry, “Naughty boy.” He chuckled. Vance turned his head and saw you. You were standing crying.

Then everything went black.

He worked up and was somewhere he didn’t remember being. ‘Where the hell is this?’ He thought to himself. “Vance..?” He turned around and saw you.

“Y/n..” You quickly ran into Vance’s arms, hugging him tight. You quickly started crying, “I’m s-sorry Vance’s. I broke my promise.” “It’s okay.” Vance said to you.

“It’s not. You should be outside and enjoying life.” You cried out. “Baby…y/n.” He said to you,

You look deeply into his baby ocean eyes. “I don’t care about that. I don’t care. All I want is to be with you for the rest of my life.” He spoke to you.

“I love you.” With that you two kissed.

#requests open #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #inbox open #the black phone #the black phone fanfic #vance hopper the black phone #the black phone 2022 #the black phone fandom #angst??#gender neutral y/n #gender nuetral reader #fluff?#happy ending #i suck at this #idk what else to put in the tags #tags #imagine

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lfc21 · 1 year

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im not very creative but maybe an enemies to lovers fic or friends to lovers?

Nightmare neighbours

Player: Mason Mount

TW: Fluff, swearing, mentions of break up

Authors note: This is my first Mason Mount imagine! Please send feedback 🥰

In a world where you can be anything, why would you be irritating? That was the question in which you had been asking yourself for the past 3 weeks. Living in London was the best decision you had ever made, but that was until your neighbour moved in. Loud music, huge parties, and constant shouting. You lived in fear of bumping into him. He was rude, cocky and thought far too highly of himself. He was everything you wouldn't look for in an acquaintance, let alone a neighbour. The only thing he was good at was taking your parcels.

"And why do I have this pleasure of seeing you?" He smugly asked with a cock of his head as he looked at you from the door. You stood holding a dull expression and eyes that where burning holes through his skin.

"My parcel is here," you explained with folded arms. "Again," you added with slightly more anger. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the box in which was stood next to his door.

"I kept it at the door," He stated, handing it over to you as his fingers brushed yours. Your cheeks burned up into heat, and the interaction between the man made your heart race and butterflies to come alive in your stomach. "Why did you take so long to pick it up?" He asked with a curious lift of his eyebrow. You snapped from the feeling of ecstasy running through your body. He was so nosy that it made your blood boil.

"I have tried knocking three times already, and every time you have stupidly loud music or a drive full of cars," you said back with even more attitude than before. You got on your heels and started to walk back to your house. You didn't hear the door close. Instead, you heard his irritating laughs bellowing from the frame.

"Moaning isn't going to help you in life!" He shouted back as you reached the end of the drive. You rolled your eyes before seeing an old couple glaring at you and Mason. You scoffed before running from his drive. You heard his front door shut, and you sworn to yourself you would never associate yourself with that man again

All day, you had wondered when the nightmare neighbour would finally shut up. He had all the Chelsea team shoved in his garden drinking, swearing, and singing through the day. You wouldn't mind this from anyone else, but it was the second time this had happened in a week, and you were trying your hardest to get ready for a date. You stood staring at your closet, wishing and wondering what dress would look best. You heard the roaring of cars from outside, and you knew this was going to be one of those days.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, slamming your closet door shut and throwing yourself onto your bed. You couldn't understand how one person could party all day and start at 11 in the morning.

You stood at your front door, looking down at your phone.

Sorry love, I can't make it tonight. Another work meeting.

It was the fourth time your boyfriend had cancled on you in the past month. You knew it was over, you wasn't stupid but you had wished you hadn't gone to all this effort - you wore your nice dress, did the most perfect makeup and shaved as if your life depended on it. You let out a loud breath as you sat yourself at the front door. The cold air decorated your body as you tried to understand what had happened to this so-called fairy tail. You shut your eyes as you hear the opening of a door with the booming of music and screaming coming from it.

"You ok?" You heard Mason shout as he gently shut his front door. You looked up at the surprising sound of his tone. You had never heard him sounding so gentle. It was normally so cocky and smug.

"Erm y-yeah," you softly said with a tight lip smile. Your eyes told different. They were red and dull, just like the way you felt.

"You sure?" He asked, not believing your soft words. You went to reply before feeling an overwhelming rush of emotion. You dropped your head into your hands. The sound of your soft sobs fell into Masons' ears. You felt his presence fall next to you and the delicate feeling of his arm wandering across your back. You knew he was drunk, but there was something about his warm and delicate comfort that you wanted more off. "You don't have to lie," He softly explained as he looked down at your small frame. You looked up at him, and his eyes caught yours. You had never noticed, but his features were the most addictive you had ever seen. You offered him a smile before his hands delicately pushed the tears from your face. He was soft, not smug if anything quite the opposite.

"I'm sick of him," you mumbled as your head fell onto the shoulder of his. His scent was inviting and almost comforting as the tears still decorated your face. You weren't mad at him. You were glad of him.

"Who?" He asked with a wonder as he looked down intently at your small body under his touch.

"My boyfriend," you explained. "More like ex-boyfriend now," you corrected yourself with a dry laugh as you looked down at the promise ring he had given you so long ago. Promises were sometimes meant to be broken.

"Oh, that explains the dress," he said with a laugh as he lightly touched the fabric of your dress covering your bare thigh. His fingers accidently dragged across your skin, causing a slight spark to form in your body. You looked up at him with a smile. He was different in this light - he was soft, caring, gentle, and had a lot more time for you than usual. "Sometimes in life, some things are meant to end... but it's only so good things can start, " Mason explained. His eyes were piercing brown as they never broke contact with you. His body was still wrapped in yours, and the one thing breaking you both apart from your feelings was the warm summer breeze dancing across your shoulders. You didn't say anything, words where no longer able to describe the way you felt in that moment. It would have taken a million years to describe the immense and overwhelming feeling you felt. His face started to fall closer to yours, and his large hand found their way to your waist. His dark brown hair was still perfectly styled, and you couldn't help but admire the way it complemented his skin. Before you knew it, his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands found their way around the back of his neck, and you had never felt closer to the man in front of you. You felt as though you were swimming in stars, and it was euphoric. Maybe he was a nightmare neighbour, but sometimes nightmares become dreams, and dreams turn into realities.

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Mercy. Derek Morgan x GN!Reader

Okay so this is my first Derek Morgan fic, I wrote this ages ago just finished editing again. I tried a different writing style, not sure how I feel about it yet. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Summary: Taking a bullet for Derek, how badly hurt do you get, only time will tell if you live. Gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns) Based on the song Mercy by Shawn Mendes

Warnings: Guns, blood, weapons, swearing, angst, fluff, talk of death, hospitals, doctors, ambulances. (If I have forgotten anything let me know)

Words: 1.6K

Heart pounding in your chest, as you come to a standstill. After chasing the unsub into the barn, your weapon is drawn at him. Morgan standing slightly in front of you to the left, his gun trained on the unsub. Mike facing towards you and Morgan, his gun pointed at Morgan, his face pale, realising there was no escape.

“Mike there is no way out, put the gun down” Morgan voice breaking the silence, the firm order startling Mike.

“No, I am not going back to jail, Not after everything I've been through” His anger making his body shake. Your hand gripping the gun harder waiting to see if you need to take the shot.

“Mike, you have had a rough life, we get that man, if you help us, we may be able to cut you a deal” Morgan glances at the door behind Mike, as JJ and Reid make their way quietly behind him, their guns pointed at him.

“Help you, how am I supposed to help you?” The anger flowing through Mike, his eyes bouncing between you and Morgan, hatred and fear, present in his eyes.

“If you help us catch your Brother, we can tell the court you were cooperative with us, you won’t get Life in prison if you help us” Your voice softer than Morgan’s, giving him a small reassuring smile.

“No, I will never turn on my family” Mike's body tense up at the mention of his brother, his finger moving to the trigger a little hesitant to press it. Morgan lifts his hand up higher ready to shoot if it comes to it. Eyes widen as you see a red laser dot, appearing on Morgan's head. Glancing behind you, spotting a guy laying low though the window, a gun pointed at Morgan.

“Get down” Yelling loud as you jump towards Morgan. Shutting your eyes as you hit the ground. Hearing five echoing bangs.

Breathing heavily, as your side starts throbbing. Feeling dizzy, ears ringing loudly, unable to hear anything else. Feeling something wet sliding down your side. Someone rolls you onto your back, your eyes slowly open, taking a few seconds for them to focus due to the light. Seeing Morgan leaning over you, his shocked face staring down at you. His hands pressing hard into your side. Your hearing comes back steadily, hearing voices, your eyes shoot over to Reid. Seeing him standing there talking into his ear piece, fear across his face. Your eyelids feel heavy again, you let them close as you grow tired.

“Open your eyes, (Y/n) look at me” Morgan's sharp voice. Making you focus, fluttering your eyes open.

“Tired Derek, wanna sleep” Your voice comes out weakly, your brain feeling foggy trying to force on Morgan's face.

“I know, but you can’t not yet” The worry leaking into his voice, as he sees the blood leaking from your side. Reid drops to his knees beside Morgan.

“Medic five minutes out” The panic invading Reid's voice. He notices blood coming out from your thigh as well, his hands quick to find the other wound, putting pressure on it.

“Your hurt” Your voice comes out weak, almost hoarsely like. Your eyes are fluttering, feeling too heavy to keep them open. Moving your hands move towards Morgan, noticing blood on his shirt.

“No (Y/n) Im fine, I need you to hold on okay, we are going to get you help” He begs as tears spring to his eyes, noticing you growing paler as the seconds go by. The fog in your brain starts to lift slightly. Realsion of what happened setting in. Your body grows colder, as reality starts slipping from you, everything starts to go darker. Hearing voices calling out your name, trying your hardest to force on Morgan. Using all the strength you have left, to whisper out.

“I would gladly do it twice”

As darkness fully takes over.

Morgan sits in the waiting room, staring at the floor. His body is fully shaking as he waits for his team to arrive. He rode in the ambulance with you, watching as they tried to bring you back.

“Morgan” Hearing someone call out to him, making him look up. Seeing Hotch and Rossi rapidly race towards him. Morgan stands up slowly, his body feeling weak. Legs shaking, finding it hard to stand, his shirt was soaked in blood.

“What the hell happened, are they okay?” Rossi questions him carefully, his heart skipping beats. The amount of blood on Morgan was alarming, it's almost impossible to survive with that amount of blood lost.

“I.. they're in surgery, they struggled to bring them back” Morgan's voice was breaking, everything starts spinning, his legs buckling underneath him. Hotch and Rossi manage to grab his arms, gently lowering him into a chair.

“Morgan you're going into shock I need you to focus on me” Hotch’s calmly firm voice, making Morgan look up at him. Tears sliding down his face, his breathing seems to speed up. His hands gripping his own legs, as they continually shake uncontrollably. Hotch kneels in front of him grabbing his hands, which are covered in dried blood.

“Derek you're safe now, (Y/N) is in the best place they can be” He nods as he takes in Hotch's words, his mind playing over the last words they said to him.

“I would gladly do it twice”

Hours upon hours had passed, Garcia turned up to the hospital, hoping for some good news as she arrived, but you are still in surgery. Morgan had cleaned himself up when Reid turned up with a change of clothes for him. The team is just waiting in silence. JJ had arrested the other unsub, making the case officially closed. Now all they have to do is wait and hope you pull through. It's been about 12 hours when Hotch goes and talks to the doctors, walking back to the team, taking a breath as he breaks the silence, everyone staring up at him, praying for some good news.

“The doctors said the surgery could still be a couple hours, there seem to be a few issues but (Y/n) is still fighting” Hotch lets out a sigh as everyone's hope seems to drop even more. “I want you all to head back to the hotel and get some rest, there is no point all of us just waiting around” Hotch tries keeping his voice strong, he's the unit chef he needs to be strong for his team.

“No i'm not leaving them here” Morgans the first to reply, shaking his head. Garcias sitting beside him holding his hand, her head resting on his shoulder.

“We can’t leave them alone” Garcia speaks weakly, tears fresh on her face again.

“They won’t be alone, I will stay here, and I will ring with any news” The calmness of Hotch's words bring little to no comfort to the team.

“Hotch is right, It does no good us being here” Rossi sighs standing up, “We can go back to the hotel rest and be stronger for when (Y/n) needs us in the morning”

In good time the team soon agree, with the promise of Hotch staying in contact when news comes available. As the team follows Rossi out, Morgan doesn't move from his seat looking up at Hotch, a determined look in his bloodshot eyes.

“I'm not leaving”

“I know”

Groaning softly, trying to move your hand to turn your alarm off, the annoying buzzing waking you up from a deep sleep.

“(Y/n), Moring” A soft calming voice, makes you open your eyes slowly. They feel heavy, blinking a few times as you adjust to the bright lights. Looking over, seeing Morgan sitting beside you smiling weakly, looking exhausted. Taking your time to look around, taking a few seconds to realise where you are. Your eyes soon settle back on Morgan.

“You look like shit Morgs” Smiling weakly at him, earning a soft laugh from him.

“You should look in the mirror (Y/n/n)” Sighing softly as he leans back in his seat. “How are you feeling?”

“Drugged up, tired” Chuckling slightly, wincing as you sit up straighter, “what happened?” rubbing your head lightly.

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember a little, there was red light on your head, then after that it's just blurry” Groaning quietly as the light from the window shines at you, seeing the sun rising. Morgan gets up, moving to close the blind, earning a weak smile from you.

“You pushed me out of the way, You got shot twice, one bullet piercing through an artery, you're lucky you didn’t die” He huffs annoyed as he sits back down. Relaxing into the chair, tiredness now capturing him, knowing you're safe.

“Derek, I didn't die, I'm right here” Leaning forward, taking his hand gently.

“The thing is (Y/N) You did die, and they barely got you back, you were in surgery for 15 hours, 15 fucking hours” Morgan tries sounding angry. But he's too tired to hide how relieved he is to hear you speak again.

“Im sorry Derek, but I saved your life and I would —”

“You would gladly do it twice?” Morgan smirks, shaking his head.

“How do you know I was going to say that?” Raising an eyebrow staring at him, confused.

“It was the last thing you said before you blacked out,” Morgan smiles softly, kissing your hand gently pulling away. When Garcia runs in followed by the rest of the team, their faces filled with joy, seeing you alive.

#criminal minds #derek morgan one shot #derek morgan x gender neutral reader #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan fluff #BAU x team #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds death

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chrisevansonly · 10 months

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Pesky Paparazzi (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: Amsterdam is so beautiful, until you’re being chased by paparazzi and some crazy ‘fans’

warnings: slight angst, protective harry, fans that def aren’t fans, swearing + some fluffy goodness

a/n; i know this isn’t the best and i’ve written better, but i wanted to get this finished and out! thank you everyone for being so patient with me; and for enjoying this au as much as I do🩷

You knew as much as Harry did just how crazy touring can be, especially when it comes to visiting landmarks and exploring the cities you’re both so fortunate to see throughout the months your on tour. Harry also loves finding new places to go on runs or work out in, while you’re more of a tea and coffee lover, trying to find the cutest and of course most local shops to visit and try.

It wasn’t that surprising to see a group of people in the distance on your morning walk, Harry’s hand holding yours as you walked around Amsterdam. He hadn’t yet noticed them but you did, and figured now maybe be the time to find an alternative route; it wasn’t easy running from crazy people being 5 months pregnant.

“H my love, I think we should maybe find a different route”

You stopped walking, your hand tightening on his as he looked towards the group of people up ahead of you both. Glancing at him you could see his shoulders tense

“Fuck..”

“It’s alright, they’re still aways up from us, let’s just figure out where to go”

He nodded and looked around the two of you, although you remained calm, Harry was in overdrive trying to find a safe way for you both to get back to the hotel. You weren’t very far from it, probably a 6 minute walk, but every way he turned people seemed to show up.

“What about through there? Between the shops?”

You pointed at a walkway, the cobble stones quite bare in comparison to the walkways along the channel

“Okay, let’s go, i’ll get Jeff to send us a car or something”

With his arm now wrapped around your lower back as opposed to holding onto your hand, a sign he was beginning to get slightly anxious. It was only quiet until he heard a plethora of footsteps echoing down the corridor followed by Harry’s name being called

“Harry can we have a photo?”

“Harry we love you”

“Can you sign this?!”

Soon enough you were surrounded by a small group of people, the sounds of excitement filling you with a sense of dread as your hands navigated to your bump just out of instinct

“M’sorry guys, I can’t stop, we’ve got to go, can we have some space?”

Some of the fans respected that, others were getting irate over the fact that Harry didn’t want to stop, that only made him become more agitated especially considering he was with you and his unborn daughter.

“H, i’ll walk ahead, im starting to cramp anyway…i’m sure they won’t give me any trouble..?”

Harry shook his head

“You’re cramping?”

“Minor…I think it’s anxiety…”

“You’re not going anywhere without me when y’not feeling well, come on.”

As much as you figured you’d be okay to walk alone, Harry wasn’t about to let you out of his sights, even if he had to fight through people to get you somewhere safe. Thankfully before it got too crazy, you noticed four of your teams bodyguards approaching and a car waiting at the end of the alley, which you were ushered into.

“Sorry that took so long Y/N, this place is crazy with the shows here”

You smiled in Jeff’s direction, the pains in your stomach not dissipating very much

“It’s alright, more worried about Harry honestly”

Jeff went to respond to you when the door opened again on the other side and Harry slid in next to you, his eyes raking over your form to check for any discomfort; which you were already trying your hardest to hide.

Harry wouldn’t give up that easily if he knew you weren’t feeling well..

“You sure you’re okay angel..? I knew we should have stayed in today..”

Placing your hands on his you shook your head

“I’m okay, obviously not feeling very well now but im fine, baby girl is fine…we’re all okay H, promise…we can’t just hide away forever in a hotel room you know”

“Yes we can.”

Rolling your eyes you turned to face him a little more, wincing at a few strong kicks from your little girl

“No we can’t, because I’d go stir crazy and you’d get bored, I know there are always chances of what happened today, but I still love experiencing all of these countries and cities with you, it’s not your fault some people can’t respect you and your privacy”

Harry stayed quiet, you assumed lost in thought or letting his anxiety take grasp of his already racing thoughts

“H, will you look at me please my love?”

“I’m sorry”

“Hey, none of that”

The car stopped outside of the hotel’s entrance, your eyes still locked on Harry’s, hands grasping his cheeks so he would look at you

“I love you, we’re safe and now we can go have a cuddle and watch a movie, nothing bad happened to us, you kept us safe and got us back here without any issues, so no more being pouty and blaming yourself understood?”

After a few seconds he gave you a tiny smile, which was enough for you in this moment

“I love you too, no more being pouty, I promise”

Harry carried his heart on his sleeve for you, always wanting to fill your days with love and comfort, not even some pesky and overbearing fans could keep him from letting you know just how much he loves you, and how far he would go for you..

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anordinarymuse · 2 years

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sweets I.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary : you’re new to school and meet eddie for the first time, only to be caught by your brother jason

Warnings : swearing; jason’s sister; weed; unedited.

Word Count : fucking long (2.5k)

A/N : i tried. i really did try.

credit to @0who-cares0 for the inspo + letting me use your prompt !

maybe a pt.2 idk ?

navigation.

request here.

“Are you sure people won’t think I’m strange for joining halfway into second semester?” You ask your brother Jason in the car on your way to Hawkins High School.

Your parents had divorced and before this past move, you lived with your mom. But after countless fights, having a difficult relationship with your boarding school, and missing your dad and brother, your mom, bitter as she was, allowed you to move back in with your dad.

“You’re my sister, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” Jason replies cooly with one hand on the wheel while using the other to adjust his hair.

“Yeah but-”

“Look, we both know you were popular at your old school, and that was on the west coast,” Jason begins, taking a sip of gas station Coke before continuing lightly, “We’re in fucking Indiana, you’ll be just fine.”

Before you have the chance to respond, Jason swerves into the High School parking lot, breaking harshly into a parking spot. Before he’s even parked you notice how a swarm of letterman jackets crowd around the car. Jason practically leaps out of the car and after taking a deep breath, you follow.

When you step out onto the pavement, you’re basically ignored, everyone’s attention glued to Jason. But once Jason raises his voice, his crowd goes silent.

“Guys,” he paused to motion over at you. “This is my sister, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you say, smiling cheerfully while edging with nerves.

After the shortest moment of silence a strawberry blonde girl pipes up, offering a small wave, “Hi! Im Chrissy.”

“You’re Jason’s girlfriend, right?” You ask, thanking her silently in your head for saying something before it got awkward. You noticed then she looked vaguely of familiar.

“Yup!” Chrissy giggles, her high ponytail swaying as she spoke. “I can walk you to your first class if you want.”

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that,” you nod, grateful for the guidance since you felt embarrassed having Jason walk you around.

“Kay, cool,” Chrissy grins, fixing her skirt before turning to your brother and giving him a passionate kiss. “See you ‘round babe.”

You try your hardest not to cringe as Jason pulls her in, his arm tight around her waist and other hand dangerously close to her ass.

“See you after third hour,” Jason grins, giving her another peck before Chrissy leaves.

As you turn to follow Chrissy into the school, you try erase the disturbing memory of watching your brother kiss a girl you’d just met in person for the first time.

Your parents had already set everything up your schedule, locker, and besides you sort of knew where things were because you visited Jason last year. You were supposed to go to the office and meet someone there, but by the time Chrissy finished her tour the warning bells were ringing.

“Thanks so much Chrissy,” you say as she drops you off at class.

“No problem, are you planning on trying out for cheer next year?” She asks, pulling you aside so people can get through the door.

“Jason suggested I should, so I think I might,” you reply. “I’m not very good though.”

“I’m sure you’re great, plus I can help you during the summer and stuff.”

“Really? Ok, thanks!”

“Yeah, no problem!” Chrissy says excitedly before turning her heel to leave. “See you later, Y/N.”

You bite the inside of your lip as Chrissy leaves, then you enter the classroom and sit in a random seat near the back of the room.

Class begins and it’s boring as ever. Every couple minutes you find yourself checking the clocking, wondering if time is moving any faster than before.

Then suddenly, with about twenty minutes left of class the classroom door swings open. A tall guy, who looked a couple of years older than you, with long brown shaggy hair and arms covered in tattoos clambers in.

“You’re late, Munson,” the teacher says sharply as the boy falls into the only empty seat.

“Didn’t mean it,” the boy shrugs with a condescending smile as he leans low into his seat.

“Open your textbook to page 183 and read the first paragraph,” the teacher snaps back, obviously unhappy with the recent addition to the class. “After you Munson…you in the back, what’s your name?”

“Me?” You ask, shrinking slightly in your chair as the teacher stares at you dead in the eye.

“Yes, you.”

“Y/N Carver…”

“You’re next. Munson, begin reading, please.”

After your turn reading the class continued on with an odd tension pulsating in the air. You caught yourself glancing over at Munson, you couldn’t help but stare at his tattoos, rings, and shirt that read “hellfire club”. Compared to your current surroundings it was just so…so different…?

Time passed and you saw him less and less, especially after Spring Break when your classes got switches. You heard about Munson surprisingly often since people were always saying things. Jason always seemed to have something to say, that's when you turned face. But you rarely saw him.

The school year quickly came to and end and you spent the majority of your summer training for cheer tryouts with Chrissy. You also visited your mom for one weekend and regularly went to the arcade with Jason. By the end of summer you knew every cheer by heart and placed fourth on the pac-man machine.

Once school started again, Munson was the last thing on your mind. You’d completely forgotten about him until the second week when you saw three freshman wearing the “hellfire club” shirts. By now you’d heard all the rumors surrounding Munson, and you wondered if he’d graduated or if was repeating again.

Homecoming was in a week and a half and you stared at yourself in the changing room mirror, righting your high ponytail and raising the waistband of your cheer skirt. You’d easily been let onto the cheer team and you smiled at yourself in your cheer uniform.

“Ready?” Chrissy asks as she washes her hands in the sink next to you.

“Of course, we better win the game next week or else it’ll be so fucking embarrassing,” you joke.

“We’ll win and if we don’t it’s rigged,” Chrissy replies. “Plus, we haven’t lost a game the whole season yet.”

“I know what you’re saying.”

“What am I saying?” She asks innocently.

“You’re all giddy because it’s your boyfriend who’s the star player.”

“He’s your brother.”

“Ugh, don’t say he’s my brother after I say he’s your boyfriend-“

“GIRLS LETS MOVE!” The cheer coach shouts into the changing room, the door slamming behind her.

At the demand of your coach Chrissy and you run out to the football for the homecoming pep rally. As the cheer team tumbles onto the field the stands are shaking with excitement. Students are screaming and cheering as the team stunts and poms.

After the cheer team cheers, you knew Jason, as captain of the football team, would say a speech and then the rally would be over. So instead of listening to the heartwarming message of your brother, you slip away from the crowd to around the back of the school for a breath.

Absentmindedly, you wander far away from the football field finding yourself lingering in an area of the campus you’ve never been in before.

Dusting off your cheer skirt before sitting on the dirt, you yelp as someone bumps into you from the side.

“Holy shit,” a low voice grunts, stumbling to stand up straight without falling beside you. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Who are- wait a minute, Eddie Munson?” You blurt out accidentally, only realizing how creepy you sounded, knowing you’d never formally met him, after you’d said it.

“Do I…Do I know you?” Eddie asks, looking down at you curiously.

“Uhm…you were in my Physics class last year, that’s- that’s how I know you,” you reply.

As you stare at Eddie, you smile to yourself seeing that he still wears his hellfire shirt. You noticed he’d grown out his hair and he had the lingering scent of freshly smoked weed.

“And you are?” Eddie asks, eyeing your cheer uniform suspiciously.

“Y/N Carver.”

Suddenly, Eddie jumps back, checking his surroundings distrustfully. He then asks, his voice strained, “Your brother sent you here, didn’t here? To fuck with me?”

You blink, furrowing you brows, it takes you a moment to understand what Eddie meant, but when you did you shot up from your seated position, “What?! Jason?! No, I swear he didn’t. He’s doing his pep rally stuff, I just needed a- a breath.”

“Look here sweets, I don’t want- I’m not trying to fuck with you,” Eddie stumbles on his words and it’s obvious he’s racking his brain for a narrow escape. “Or Jason really for that matter.”

“I’m not here because of Jason, I’m here cause I don’t want to be at the pep rally. It’s stuffy and loud, and too- too- too midwest for me. I don’t not like it- it’s just that it’s-“ you halt trying to find the right words, your mind stuck on the fact he just called you sweets, it made your cheeks warm. "It’s just too much.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you go abnormally quiet, filling up the space is the sound of breeze and trees rustling. The scent of weed brought from Eddie traveled around you, it was a type of mesmerizing intoxication.

“Are you high?” You ask, staring into Eddie’s eyes for redness or dilated pupils.

“Unfortunately not,” Eddie laughs before asking slowly. “You don’t smoke…do you?”

“I did,” you shake your head. Cheeks flushing from embarrassment as you think back to when you’d sneak out to buy a join from some sketchy dealer in a hoodie. “I used to live in California.”

“Wow, would not expect that from someone like- like you,” Eddie motions to your cheerleader uniform. Something about you suddenly interested him. This kind of thing only happened in movies, where a girl was this preppy kind of perfect but was actually sort of like- like him.

“Thanks, I only stopped because I can’t find any weed here, and I’m not about to ask my brother, even though…never mind.”

Eddie stalls before laughing, “I lied.”

“What?” You exclaim, giggling as Eddie deviously hops around in excitement.

“I’m a liar, here see,” Eddie pulls out a fresh joint from his pocket. You take it delicately from the palm of his hand. Eddie’s breath wavers as your hand touches him, it felt almost electric. “Just rolled it.”

You hold the joint in your hand, eyes wide at the sight, you didn’t think anybody had weed, let alone knew about it in Indiana, and the only thing you could say was, “Do you have a light?”

“‘Course sweets.”

“Sweets,” you repeat your new nickname, loving the way he said it in his stupid Midwest accent that made everything drawl just a little longer.

“Sweets, it fits,” Eddie grins, pacing the leaf littered dirt restlessly, the fresh scent of weed waking him up while his eyes are almost watering at the sight of you taking a hit.

You were stunning, Eddie had decided that the second he spotted you in his dedicated smoking spot. But now with a blunt between your pink full lips, damn, it was torture.

“So what is it? The hellfire club?” You ask, motioning to Eddie's shirt while plopping down on the dirt, trying to make yourself comfortable against a bumpy tree trunk.

“Oh this!” Eddie exclaims. “Me and my friends we play DnD.”

“DnD?”

“Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Never heard of it.”

“Never heard of it? It’s the best game ever!”

“Teach me?”

“Mhm- sure- let me have a hit,” Eddie nods passively, not believing your telling the truth, which you take note of. Meanwhile, he slips the joint from your fingers, takes a hit, then funnels the smoke upwards in a straight shot.

While adjusting how you sat yourself on the ground, you ask in a quiet voice, like you were telling a secret, “Can I tell you something?”

“Hm?” Eddie nods, biting back a smile, loving the way it felt like you were revealing this big secret you’ve kept down forever.

You pause before speaking on a tangent, “I think you’re really cool, since I first saw you too, with your rings and with your hair and the tattoos and- hm- yeah.”

“Can I tell you something?” Eddie fake falls, which makes you laugh, before plopping down to sit across from you.

“Go ‘head,” you nod slowly, taking another hit between nods.

“I didn’t think you were like this,” Eddie motions his arms to you.

“Like…like what?”

After a moment of thought, grinning, Eddie responds with, “Metal.”

“Metal?”

“Cool, I dunno know, neat, just metal. You’re metal.”

You laugh hysterically at Eddie, coughing as smoke gets caught in your lungs. Eddie’s smiles before breaking out into a laugh as well, you were contagious.

“Ok- Then here- I think, I think that you’re metal too,” you decide, leaning forward to take a hit from Eddie’s hand, but as you shift your weight, you move to fast and almost fall your face.

“Woah, careful, you’re out pretty fast huh,” Eddie catches you then looks into your eyes and noticed how dilated your pupils are.

“What?” You blink, missing what he said.

“Nothing,” Eddie dismisses it, letting smoke seep from his lips in a thin line.

“Can I show you a trick? C’mere,” You grin sinfully, sneaking a hit of the joint before unfolding onto all fours, moving towards Eddie.

You were slightly intoxicated, you could feel it in your head, but something about being looser made Eddie’s brown eyes shimmer like honey and you couldn’t help but stare. Which made Eddie uneasy as your wide eyes stared without blinking, but at the same time it was captivating as fuck, almost doll-like.

“Uh- oh- ok,” Eddie stumbles, leaning back on the edges of his palms as you approache him, startled by your forwardness.

“Stay still,” you demand, grabbing Eddie by the shoulders, pulling him forward while crawling into his lap. His legs were relaxed and angled outward, so you fit perfectly between them.

Before pulling yourself in close to Eddie’s face, you take a deep hit of his joint, then using your thumb, you pull apart Eddie’s lips, as you do so a low whimper escapes from his throat.

With the smoke from your last hit caught in your cheeks, slowly you separate your own lips, blowing the smoke into Eddie’s mouth.

You can hear Eddie’s heartbeat and it matches the rhythm of the pounding in your head. Your only seconds away from touching his lips with yours. He was so inviting, the way he was propped up just for you as if waiting for you to make the first move.

Eddie’s breath was at loss, he could barely grasp what was happening. The smoke from your lips whispered down his throat, warming his body. He could feel his boner in jeans, pushing at the fabric, but he tried to keep it tucked away.

He watched as your pupils glanced down at his lips, which sent him to delusion, before searching for permission. Eddie gave the slightest nod forward before closing his eyes bracing himself for a kiss.

You inched forward, letting the last of the smoke wisp from the spaces between front teeth. The crown of his lips brushed up against yours and just as you were about to sink yourself in deeper-

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU FUCKING FREAK,” you hear Jason roar as he runs towards you. Your head snaps in his direction and you watch in horror as he pushes you aside to take Eddie by the collar.

“Shit,” Eddie cusses under his breath as he scrambles to stand up from beneath you.

“Stop it, Jason,” you warn, watching as he takes Eddie’s by the shirt, bunching up his collar.

Jason turns to you, his jaw was strained and eyes darkened with rage. He looks you up and down before abruptly letting go of Eddie, then he pushes up your chin with his hand, glaring into your eyes. “Are you fucking high?”

“What-?” You exclaim, stumbling back away from your brother, hating the way he looked down on you with pity and rage.

Jason then turns back to Eddie, “You did this to her. You fucking made her do this you shithead.”

Before a second more passes Eddie’s on the ground getting demolished by your brother. You try to pry Jason back but he’s stronger than you, so you can do nothing but watch in horror.

“Jason, stop it! Eddie didn’t make me do anything,” you desperately try to explain, still attempting to get in between the two of them.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jason sneers at Eddie, shaking you off as you try to grab Jason by the shoulder to pull him off.

Eddie on the other hand gives up, not because he didn’t have the strength, but because he far too out of it to comprehend exactly what was going on. Every so often, Eddie throws a punch, and is satisfied when blood begins to drip down Jason’s nose.

“JASON!” You scream, shrinking into your body when your hear a crack. “STOP IT!”

“Stand the fuck back, Y/N,” Jason warns, his glare narrowed at you, blood trickling down his nose. You stumble back, you’d never seen your brother likes this before, and suddenly you were very afraid. “This fucking freak is getting what he deserves.”

Finally, Jason stands up, wipes the blood from his face and kicks Eddie’s shins. Instantly you kneel to the ground to see if Eddie’s ok. Jason scoffs as you use your hair bow to wipe off the blood on Eddie’s forehead.

Even though everything’s a little blurry, Eddie can see the worry painted all over your expression, so he heaves out a weak, "It's all good sweets,” between coughs while clutching his stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, pushing away the fly-away hairs that crowded his face. You stomach tumbles as you stare at the pain written all over Eddie's eyes even though he smiles.

Before you get the chance to say or do anything else, Jason grabs you and tears you away roughly by the shoulder. "Get the fuck away from him, Y/N."

"Jason-! Stop it-!" You try to push him off but his grasp is too strong. "Let go of me-!"

"Let's go," Jason ignores you cries and drags you away. All you can do is follow your brother out of the woods while looking over your shoulder. As you blink back the lump in your throat you stare helpless at Eddie's wearied body until it disappears behind the trees.

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breezy141 · 9 months

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★✩𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 -𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧✩★

summary: you and your partner were sat under the stars, lying down in their arms.

warnings: a lil bit of swearing.

“woah look at that one!” pointing to the sky you pointed out to a group of stars, you smiled as your admired the beauty above you. since you were little, you have loved being outside, obviously as you grew older you were told to stay inside when you can.

it upset you to say the least, you want to be able to go out and pick flowers, have picnics, go for long walks. the closest you ever got to that was going outside with a modded rifle, clearing areas which were close to the WLF bases.

however, as of right now, you were lying on a fluffy blanket with your woman outside. you had both snuck out, there are less guards out when it hits midnight so you two decided then was the perfect to get out and go for that long.

“wait where?” abby piped up, trying to follow your eye line “there! follow my finger” she lifted her head and tried her very hardest to find those stars. she did succeed though. “oooo, pretty” you nodded in agreement. abby pulled her arm out from under you and pulled out two beers she had packed in her bag.

“here you go gorgeous” she said as she popped off the top and passed it to you “oo, thank you very much” abby clinked her glass with yours and you both took a long swig.

“ya know i was wondering, if you would like to start coming out with me and manny for clearing. i know you cant decide but you could always ask. i don’t like knowing you’re out there alone, i trust you but i hate it” you smiled at her request “i’ll ask tomorrow alright? if not, i can always ya know sneak out and go with you” you shot her a wink and took another gulp of your drink.

abby nodded, you could tell she was overthinking hard “hey baby, im okay. i’ve always been okay, you know i don’t get to close to them things. im a sniper, not someone like yourself” you gave a small laugh, you placed your beer down and shuffled towards her.

“i know, i just don’t want someone to ever find you. you know what has been happening to other soldiers” abby looked down, playing with a piece of cotton that has came off her shirt.

“hey, that won’t happen to me. i’m too hidden, no one is going to find me. even if they do, i know how to handle myself abs” she looked up at you “i’ll always come back to you, just like i know you would do the same for me” abby nodded and pulled you into a hug.

“i don’t want to lose you, i cant. i cant go through that feeling again” you held her tight, rocking from side to side. “you won’t, i promise you will not lose me. i won’t allow you to feel that pain again. i love you abby” she kissed the crook of your neck “i love you too y/n”

you pulled pack and held her cheeks “stop cus you’ll make me cry” abby let out a small laugh and placed her hand on top of yours.

#abby tlou #tlou2 #tlou1 #abby anderson #fluff #tlou fic #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #abby x fem!reader #abby x mas!reader #abby the last of us

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lnfours · 10 months

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summer loving (eleven) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.8k

⌙ warnings: this chapter kind of jumps around a lot, but it’s a fun one. mentions of drinking, a little bit of language, a hint to smut if you squint, and just pure fluff. im crying rn. i love these two so much. only one more chapter to go 🥺

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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before you knew it, you were back in new york city. back in the city that no longer felt like home. nothing felt the same as being with tom, in london, your new home.

before you left, he made sure to help you with getting started on the citizenship process. it took longer than you both thought, but you knew it’d be worth it. all the time it would take would pay off as soon as you were back with tom.

you were back in your room, your unwritten final essay doc untouched. you had to write a personal essay about something that made a surprisingly positive impact on your life, something that was unexpected but it made your life better. you had been staring at the doc for what seemed like hours, trying your hardest to think of something that’s happened that would make a good 2,000 word essay.

you huffed, taking defeat as you picked your phone up. you opened your instagram, the notifications popping up at the top bar now becoming a welcoming sight. it had taken a little while, but you had gotten used to it.

you went to the search page and typed in tom’s name, smiling as you clicked on the post he had made a week or so ago. the pictures were from new years eve, the both of you smiling as harry snapped the photos. you were laughing in his arms, head tilted back as he pressed his lips to your cheek. your glass of champagne was resting behind his head with your arms wrapped around his neck, his was sitting in the hand that belonged to the arm wrapped around your waist.

you read over the caption, smiling to yourself as you replayed the memory over and over again in your head;

alexa, play new years day by taylor swift

you laughed at the memory, remembering how you had the song basically on repeat that night and the day after. after the third time you played it through the speaker in the kitchen, he was singing and dancing with you. you even caught a glimpse of him adding it to his spotify playlist.

you had finally talked to shawn about the story he posted and told him about how you were upset over it. he realized he had messed up and apologized, but you told him to give you some space. he agreed to give you space, and the two of you hadn’t talked since.

you didn’t know if it was for better or for worse, but you were back to being content with how your life was going. the unexpected becoming a positive impact.

that’s when it hit you, locking your phone and tossing it down on the mattress beside you. your fingers danced over the keys on the laptop, typing out the introductory sentence to your essay.

i never really expected to fall in love with my best friend, but it became a surprising plot twist in my story that positively impacted my life. a plot twist that i wouldn’t change for the world.

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spring

“we now proudly present to you, the graduating class of 2023.”

you stood with your graduating class, smiling as people clapped and cheered. you swallowed the lump in your throat as you spotted your family in the stands, smiling and waving. you locked eyes with a pair of brown ones, his hands over his mouth as he hollered.

you formed your hands into a heart, putting it up in the air. he did the same gesture back, your heart skipping a beat.

after the ceremony, you found the group and was immediately pulled into a hug by your mother. you laughed, smiling at her as she squeezed you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.

“my little girl, so grown up!”

you smiled, “i’m always going to be your little girl, mom.”

“i know,” she wiped the tears from under her eyes as she pulled away, your brother next in line for a hug.

“proud of you, kid.” he said and you laughed at the nickname, knowing you’d never outgrow it no matter how old you got. you were always going to be ‘kid’ to your older brother.

the holland family was next, nikki and dom pulling you into a group hug. your heart squeezed as nikki handed you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “congratulations, honey.”

you thanked them, moving onto the three holland brothers. they all tackled you in a hug, the twins rustling your hair after paddy took off your cap. you laughed with them as they congratulated you, their happiness radiating off of them.

and lastly, it was tom’s turn. you turned to him with a smile as he opened his arms for you. you hugged him tight, your feet being lifted off of the ground as he spun you around in his arms. you laughed into his neck, smiling so big your cheeks started to hurt. you were pretty sure you heard the snap of nikki’s camera in the background, but you didn’t care.

all that mattered right now is that you were finally in his arms.

you pulled away from the hug, running a hand over his short curls, “you were finally able to cut your hair?”

he chuckled, “while i was home, yeah.”

you smiled up at him, everyone softly laughing as they watched the two of you with love-filled eyes.

“i uh, have something for you.” he said, fishing a small box out of his pocket. your heart rate picked up, watching as he fiddled with the box in his hands.

you sent him a questioning look, “what is it?”

he handed the white colored box to you, “open it and find out.”

you took the box from him, trying to hide the fact that your hands were a little bit shaky. you untied the ribbon, lifting the lid to the box. inside sat a silver key.

you looked up at him, tears threatening to spill, “is this…?”

“the key to our house,” he smiled, “i may or may not had put an offer in on that house when you left london back in january. i’ve been keeping it a secret since the middle of february.”

you let a tear fall down your cheek, a smile still on your face. your heart soared. you didn’t know what to say, you were left speechless.

“everything you’ve been shipping to the old house in london the boys have been taking over to the new house. everything's waiting for you, darling.”

you didn’t say anything, just immediately crashed into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he tugged his around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible.

your mom stepped in, fishing an envelope from her purse, “and this came for you in the mail at the house this morning.”

you pulled away from tom, grabbing the manilla envelope from your mother. you opened it, fishing out the papers. you quickly scanned over the first sentence.

‘dear ms. y/l/n, congratulations on your uk citizenship!’

you looked around at your family, the people you loved. everything was finally falling into place. everything you ever wanted was coming true right before your eyes.

you were pulled into a group hug by everyone, smiling happily. for once, you felt like everything made sense, like everything happened for a reason.

“can we go get something to eat? i’m starving.” austin’s voice broke through the silence. everyone laughed, pulling away.

“yeah, me too, let’s go.” harry nodded. everyone got ready to leave the ceremony. you felt tom link his arm with yours, a smile still on his lips.

“so, we have to talk about the decorations for the house.”

“whatever you want, love,” he said, “you can paint the walls whatever color you want, put as many fake plants as you want, as many books, i don’t care. whatever makes it feel like home.”

you smiled up at him, “shouldn’t be too hard, then. wherever i’m with you feels like home.”

he squeezed your hand as he happily smiled back at you, “i love you.”

“i love you most,” you smiled, his arm wrapping around your neck as you snaked yours around his waist, pulling you into his side as much as he could, “but now that you mention it, how about navy blue for the master?”

he laughed, “sounds good, baby.”

the next couple of days had flown by. tom helped you pack the remainder of your things into suitcases, and before you knew it, you were handing your key to the landlord. kat was waiting outside for you, her things had been moved out and to her new place in new jersey over the last couple of days. she managed to find a gorgeous house that wasn’t too far from her parents, a great spot to come to if you ever needed a break from london.

it wasn’t until she was pulling up to the doors at the airport that it hit you. you were leaving this place behind and starting a whole new life in london.

a life where you’re madly in love with the boy you had a crush on since you were little. the boy who was the thing you wished for every birthday when you blew out your candles on your cake. the wish on every shooting star, every lucky penny flung into a wishing fountain.

“please, text me when you land.” kat said, hugging you tightly. you smiled into her hair, laughing softly.

“i will, i promise,” you said, “have fun back in jersey. promise me you’ll visit.”

she laughed, “i will, i promise.”

you pulled away, kat shortly pulling tom in for a hug, “and you, please take care of my girl for me.”

he smiled as he gently rubbed her back, “always, i promise.”

she smiled, the two of them pulling apart. you checked the time on your phone, sighing as you grabbed the handle to your suitcase.

“ready, london boy?”

he’s gotten to the nickname by now. silently coming to terms with the fact that you’re never letting it go.

“the question is, are you ready?”

you smiled, “been ready my whole life.”

with one last final goodbye from kat, the two of you headed into the airport. you managed to get through to your gate quicker than you had imagined, the two of you sitting down by the windows. you looked out at the plane, toms hands rubbing your legs as you sat with them draped over his lap.

“you know,” you said, catching his attention from his phone, “i never thought i’d actually be moving to a whole different country.”

he smiled, “and better yet, you get to live with the most handsome man in london.”

you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder, “tom hiddleston is moving in with us?”

he snorted next to you, “ha ha, very funny.”

you smiled, leaning your chin on his shoulder. he looked down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, a soft one, but it was filled with so much love.

“you know, now that we live together we can do whatever we want, when we want.”

you smiled as his nose brushed against yours, “keep your head out of the gutter, holland.”

he pressed a kiss to your nose, “c’mon, you don’t want to break in the new furniture with me?”

you laughed as he smiled, pushing his head away, “you’re disgusting!”

“i didn’t hear you complaining last night when i was-“

“now boarding group a on flight 338 for direct service to london.”

you smiled, “would you look at that? that’s our group.”

he got up with you, grabbing your things as you made your way into the line, “we’re not done with this conversation.”

you giggled, handing your passport and boarding pass to the flight attendant. she smiled at the both of you, letting you through to get onto the plane.

and after what felt like the longest plane ride ever, you were in your new home. the city of london. the city that you never thought you’d be moving to, but couldn’t be happier to start a new life.

the twins, haz, and tuwaine had picked you and tom up from the airport. all the boys made it known they were ecstatic about your arrival, pulling you into tight hugs and complaining about how much tom talked about you while the two of you were away.

and after they dropped you off at your new home, the one that was perfect for the both of you to start this new chapter in, you smiled over at your loving boyfriend.

“race you inside? last one has to pay for dinner.”

you shook your head, “no, i cant. your legs are too long, one step of yours is like two steps for me-“

you cut yourself off and started running towards the front door. he was quick to catch up to you, scooping you up in his arms. he somehow managed to get the suitcases onto the front porch before picking you up bridal style.

“you’re a cheater!” he laughed, unlocking the door. you smiled in his arms as he carried you through the doorway.

“you know you’re supposed to do this when you get married, right?”

his lips turned up in a smile as he shut the door with his foot, “who says this isn’t good practice?”

you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands cradling his face. you smiled as he laid you down on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

“have i told you how stunning you look? especially when i’m on top of you?”

your top teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “personally, i think i look better on top of you.”

he laughed, head dipping down to your neck as his lips ghosted over your skin, “guess there’s only one way to find out.”

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summer

your head laid on top of tom’s bare chest, his fingers brushing over the skin of your leg that you had thrown over him. he was absentmindedly scrolling through the different streaming apps to find something for the both of you to watch.

you had started your job not too long ago, the company welcoming you with open arms. it was better than you could’ve imagined. everything was slotting together like pieces of a puzzle. everything made sense.

your fingers danced along the lines of the indents in his abdomen. you two had been spending most nights tangled up in the sheets, not that either of you were complaining about, of course.

your mind wandered, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the question, “do you ever think about having kids?”

he looked down at you, the shocked expression quickly dissolving as your eyes met his. you knew it was probably too soon to even talk about kids when the two of you werent even married, but you had offically been together for a little over a year now. the conversation had to happen at some point.

right?

he placed the tv remote down on the mattress, giving you all of his undivided attention, “honestly, all the time. i like to think about having little tom and y/ns running around the house.”

you smiled, “how many?”

he shrugged, “how about you? how many kids do you want?”

you thought about it before speaking, “i think three is a bit much,” you said, “two is a good number. that way they’re not lonely growing up.”

he nodded with you, agreeing, “yeah, i want our kids to have siblings. gives me more of an army to keep picking on you with.”

you both laughed as you swatted at his chest. you pressed a kiss in the same spot shortly after, “i know we’re not married yet, but there’s nothing that would make me happier.”

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, “should we practice some more? just so we know we’re really good at it when the time comes?”

you smirked against his lips, “y’know what they say, holland. practice makes perfect.”

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winter

“can you please tell me where we’re going?” you giggled, holding onto kat’s arm as she led you through the park.

kat had decided to come spend the week in london with you and tom, help you guys put the finishing touches on your new home. it was nice to see her, the both of you picking up right where you left off.

the real reason she was here, unbeknownst to you, was because tom was finally going to propose. he had went over details with kat over facetime one day while you were at work. she had spent the past couple of days helping tom and the others with ‘operation engagement’, as harry called it. she had made appointments for the two of you to get your nails done, even convinced you to buy a really cute dress when the two of you went shopping yesterday.

you didn’t have a clue what was going on. quite oblivious, actually.

she had you cover your eyes, making sure you weren’t peeking as she led you through the park tom had settled on proposing at. there wasn’t anyone around, the sun was stating to set. everything was going perfectly, as it should be.

“nope, you’ll see in a few seconds.”

you huffed impatiently. for some reason you were nervous about the surprise, your heart beating a little faster than usual.

she led you to the walkway, a couple of feet away from tom. harry was off to the side with his camera, recording and ready to take pictures of the memorable moments.

kat looked over at tom, waiting for him to let her know he was ready. once he nodded, she turned to you.

“okay, you can open.”

you uncovered your eyes, immediately falling onto the path of candles that lit the walkway over to tom. you smiled, hand covering your mouth as you turned to kat. she smiled at you, laughing as she pushed on your shoulders.

“just trust me, this is good.”

you walked towards tom, a smile still on your face as he stood in front of you, “you look gorgeous, love.”

“could say the same to you, holland.”

he smiled, fiddling with the velvety box in his pocket as he started his speech, “i remember the first time we met. we were both 5 or 6, it was at the beach house. you were fun, sweet, and threatened any girl who made fun of the mole on my chin.”

you laughed, “i’ll still go beat her ass. that mole was adorable.”

he smiled at you again, “the point is, is that we were destined for each other since the moment we met. wether it was as friends or as partners, we were always meant to be together. one day, i was talking to my mom and i remember her saying to me that she’s always felt that you and i were destined for one another. ever since she laid eyes on you, she knew that you’d end up being apart of the holland family one way or another. and nikki holland is never wrong.”

you laughed as he continued, “i knew i was in love with you when we turned 20. that’s when it really hit me that maybe my mom was right, maybe you and i were supposed to end up together. but whenever i’d feel like it was the right time, something would always come between us. wether it was the other being in a relationship or something going on where i wouldn’t be able to be around because of filming, there was always something that prevented me from showing you how much i loved you. until last summer, even after trying to push you away because of how scared i was, you still stayed. you showed me what love is actually supposed to feel like. showed me that no matter what, you weren’t going anywhere. you and i were like infinity.”

you wiped the tear that was slowly falling down you cheek as he got down on one knee, holding the velvety box in his hand and opening it, showing you a beautiful diamond ring, “so, let’s show everyone else that we’re like infinity and then some. y/n, will you marry me?”

you smiled, immediately nodding your head, “yes. a million times, yes.”

he smiled back up at you as he got back up, slipping the ring out of the box and onto your left ring finger. you sniffled happily as he grabbed your face, kissing you sweetly. kat cheered on from the sidelines, harry snapping pictures before running up to congratulate you.

after helping clean up the scenery for the proposal, you and tom drove back to your house. there were cars parked outside, meaning there were a bunch of people inside waiting for the future mr. and mrs. holland.

once you walked thorough the door, everyone cheered. you laughed, your fingers laced with tom’s as everyone congratulated you. you said your thank yous, finding your mom in the crowd.

you smiled, pulling her into a hug, “i suppose you were in on it, too?”

“of course i was,” she chuckled, pulling away as she brushed a hair from your face, “i’m so happy for you, sweetie.”

“thanks, mom.” you smiled. you moved to your brother next, who gave you a hug and ruffled the top of your head.

you swatted his hands away, laughing as he spoke, “my baby sister is getting married! congratulations, y/n.”

you smiled, “thanks, austin.”

you made your way through the house, giving hugs and being showered with love from everyone who’s been apart of your journey. you walked up to tom, who was with his family. you wrapped your arm around his waist, smiling as nikki’s eyes went large.

“there’s the bride to be!”

she immediately put her drink down and wrapped her arms around you, “i’m so happy for the both of you.”

you smiled, “thank you. for literally everything.”

“you never have to thank me, darling.”

you gave the rest of the hollands hugs, laughing with them before going off to find your group of friends. you smiled as harrison raised his arms, “there’s the happy couple!”

the rest of the group cheered, giving hugs and congratulating you, “thanks, guys. it means a lot.”

“sam, you owe me 20.” harry said.

sam rolled his eyes, fishing out his wallet as you laughed, “you bet on us?”

“no, just tom,” harry said, “i bet him that tom would marry you in the next year, sam said the next two to three, so he lost.”

tom laughed, slinging an arm around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “oh, sweet, sweet, brotherly love.”

the rest of the night was filled with happiness and laughter, everything you could’ve wanted. harry even showed you the photos he managed to take, making sure to put a reminder in his phone to send them to you when he got back home.

tuwaine raised his champagne glass, smiling, “cheers to the soon to be mr. and mrs. holland!”

you smiled at tom, the both of you raising your glasses, “cheers!”

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faela404 · 1 year

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☆The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! this chapter involves mentions of self- neglect, possible eating disorders, insomnia, swearing, implications of inappropriate acts (though it never happened), mentions of anxiety and biblical references (kinda? idk jesus and the bible was mentioned in a lighthearted manner)

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☆it was a mistake ☆

i’ve been sitting here, on my phone, for over 6 hours now. this isn’t good. i’ve forgotten to eat again.

i’ve never been too good at taking care of myself, most the time i’m too engrossed in what im doing to remember that i need to eat, drink or even use the bathroom. however, recently it’s been getting worse. before, i would be able to remember by atleast 7pm but lately, i’ve been having my dinners at 12am, sometimes even later.

i suppose i should be happy i remembered just before midnight this time, but i just don’t see it that way. to me, this is still a failure.

pulling myself out of the warm comfort of my bed below me, i wandered out towards the kitchen. we never tend to have much food in, with us being university students it can be hard to get enough money for such necessities. nonetheless, i managed to find a packet of chicken super noodles (if you don’t know what these are or don’t eat chicken, just read it as your favourite type of instant noodles😌). careful i pulled open the bag and dumped the contents out into my bowl, along with the flavoured powder and some hot water from the kettle, before putting this in the microwave.

after finishing my noodles and placing the bowl in the sink to wash up another day, i once again returned to the comfort of my bed and bright phone screen.

i didn’t get to bed until 3:49am.

i woke up too late, again.

i’m going to be in so much trouble.

i wish my class wasn’t so small, then maybe the professor wouldn’t notice me as i slip through the door and attempt to make my way to my seat.

we’re doing lab work.

she notices me.

“how lovely of you to finally join us, y/n” god did she have to say it so loud. i feel so many eyes on me but, i can’t falter. i try my hardest to ignore them as she continues to speak.

“please stay behind once class is finished y/n, we need to talk” she sounds so smug. i give a curt nod and quickly scurry to my lab partner.

i must look disheveled, i can feel how red my face is, the sweat dripping down my neck- getting caught on the neckline of my shirt. mascara from yesterday is sure to be lining the underneath of my eyes.

my lab partner, lumine, looks worried. however, she seems to ignore my disgusting outward appearance as she begins to explain the experiment to me, giving me time to write down her words and the results.

class wraps up quickly. everyone begins to shuffle out, talking to eachother of their weekend plans, but not me.

i make my way towards professor ningguang. she looks angry but, she doesn’t shout.

“i did warn you there would be consequences if you was absent again, didn’t i?”

i’m so nervous, i’ve never gotten into trouble before.

“yes, professor but, i wasn’t able to get much sleep i’ve haven’t been able to-“

she cuts me off. she’s angrier than she’s letting on.

“i don’t have time for your excuses, y/n. you have been late 5 times in the past 2 weeks, that is completely unacceptable. however, with only 3 weeks left of school before winter break, i can’t give you the standard punishment for a disobedience such as this. instead, you will help out the librarian. ms. lisa has been complaining recently of the mess the library has become. for the next 3 weeks, you will go to the library after school and clean it until there isn’t a spec of dust left, do i make myself clear?”

im not sure if it was the nerves or the fear of her telling me this in such a calm way, but i made no move to object. i simply nodded and left as she dismissed me.

it wasn’t until i got back to my dorm that it truly sank in.

are. you. fucking. kidding. me?!

clean the library? everyday? for 3 weeks?!

i suppose it could be worse, but come on! i have a life, i have homework! i can’t dedicate every evening to cleaning a stupid library!

god, this is going to be miserable.

a/n - ahhhh this was so fun to create! i can’t wait for ya’ll to see the next part! i hope you enjoyed this and will enjoy the rest of the series! take care of yourselves <3

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