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Mr. Darcy- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: While undercover at a school in New York, Tom falls for the pretty valedictorian and his partner for an English project.

Word Count: 3070

A/N: 3000 and several months later, I finally published another one shot!!! Yay! I’m not dead yet!


“I can’t believe it- I’m literally going back to high school.” Tom muttered angrily before biting into his toast for breakfast.

“Hey, you wanted to play Spiderman.” Harrison said, taking a sip of his tea.

“I know, but I didn’t think Marvel would legitimately send me to an American high school.”

As Harrison went to respond, his phone lit up, “Well, I got to go. Have fun at school, Stanley Osterfield.” He ruffled Tom’s hair playfully before leaving the room to answer his phone. Tom let out another huff of annoyance as he finished his meal. He fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror and grabbed his backpack, before heading out the door to his first day at an American high school.


Your AP Physics C instructor droned on about how magnetic fields are created as you drifted off into space. Just as your eyes were beginning to shut, the door squeaked open and a brown-haired boy walked in.

“I’m sorry. I got lost.” He said, handing Mr. Smith a pass. The teacher glanced down at him, then peered back up at the teenager.

“Transfer, eh?” Mr. Smith tossed the paper on the desk, “Take a seat in the back, next to Lucas.”

“Okay.” The boy said and began to walk to the back of the classroom. You, along with your classmates, stared at him as he walked; all of you wondering how-how he managed to get into the Bronx School of Science and Engineering at this point of the year. No one new had arrived since freshman year, so why suddenly in your senior year is someone knew arriving? He must be brilliant, in order to have bypassed all the tests and the waiting lists. You had a strange feeling about him. He looked all too familiar; when he passed by you and his brown eyes caught yours, you could’ve sworn you’d seen them before.

Your instructor continued with his lecture, acting as if he wasn’t questioning the arrival of a new student.


Four classes later, you saw him again. The new kid, Stan if you had heard the rumor properly, was in your physics class as well as your AP Literature and Composition class. This time, however, he wasn’t late, which seemed to please Ms. Hall.

“The AP Literature and Composition test is based upon your ability to analyze pieces of literature.” Ms. Hall spoke as she passed around a yellow sheet of paper with black printing on it, “For this project, you will be reading a classic novel and film a short movie based upon it. I will assign you a partner to work with on this project, as well as a book for it.” She then rattled off names in partners, calling you out last, “Y/N and Stanley, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” You immediately looked over at the new boy. He simply pulled his beanie down lower and kept his head hidden in his arms.

Class continued as normal with no further discussion about the film project. After class, you went over to Ms. Hall’s desk to ask her about your partner.

“Y/N, are you here to ask why I partnered you with the new student?” She said before you managed to get a word out. You nodded sheepishly, “I did it because you are the valedictorian and my brightest student. I know you will do well on the project and I know that you will also manage to help him get comfortable in this school.”

“Okay. I think it will be fine. And, Ms. Hall, I am not valedictorian yet.”

“You’ve always been so modest. You will be valedictorian-I’m quite sure of it.” She smiled at you, “Have a good afternoon.”

“You too, Ms. Hall.” You replied, exiting the classroom. You headed straight for your locker to drop off your textbooks, so that you could head home.

“Excuse me, do you know where the library is?” You heard someone question. You turned around and were met with the eyes of Stanley.

“It’s on the other side of that building. You just walk down that hallway, through both sets of doors, and you’ll be there.” You explained.

“Right. Thank you.” When he turned to leave, you stopped him.

“You’re Stanley, right? The new student?” You said.

“Yes, that’s me.” He turned back around to face you.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your partner for the English assignment.” You held your hand out for him to shake.

“Stanley Osterfield, but you can call me Stan.” He replied, shaking your hand with a smile.

“What are you off to the library for?”

“Textbooks-and also Pride and Prejudice.”

“If you give me a minute, I’ll walk with you. I need Pride and Prejudice as well.”

“Oh okay.” Stan said, waiting for you as you finished up at your locker.

“I have a copy of it, but I’m afraid my sister took it back to Florida, so I’ll most likely never get it back.”

“So you’ve read it before?” He asked as you both headed down the hallway towards the library.

“Yes, it’s one of my favorites. I’ve always been a fan of classical literature, especially novels from the U.K.”

“Have you ever been?”

“To the U.K.?” You questioned and he nodded, “Never, but I’m hoping to study at University College London next year.”

“UCL? Isn’t it hard to get into?”

“I suppose, but I’m hopeful.”

“Well, you’ll love it there. I’ve been to the U.K. quite a few times and it’s great.”

“Do you have family there?” You asked and Tom laughed with a nod.

“Yes, yes I do.” He responded as he held the library door open for you.


“So, Stan, how was your first day of school?” Harrison asked when the front door of his shared apartment with Tom opened that afternoon. He had been sitting on the couch, watching TV while eating chips.

“Boring and long.” He stated, dropping his backpack and books off on the dining room table.

“Make any friends?”

“No; besides, I’m only here for a month.” He stole the bag of chips from Harrison on his way to his room.

“What are all the numbers on your hand then?” Harrison called after Tom.

“Homework.” He responded as he shut the door between them. Tom looked down at his hand where the numbers were written. He hadn’t meant to make friends, but he somehow had become acquainted with you on his first day. He didn’t refuse when you offered to give him your number, so that you could communicate for the project. He continued to tell himself that it was for a project and not for any sort of relationship.


A few weeks later:

“Stan, I’m serious. The project is due next week and we still have to film and edit it. When will you be open?” You questioned as the two of you walked down the school hallway. Tom kept joking around and you could see that he was far from taking this project seriously.

“I can do whenever. I haven’t got any plans this weekend.”

“Ok, so we’ll film at my place tomorrow. And then you are going to study for that physics test.”

“But physics is boring.” He whined as you opened your locker.

“Oh well. You need to pass this test.”

“But it’s so hard. I don’t understand anything.”

“I really have no clue how you got into this school. You don’t know a thing about science at all.”

“I know Newton’s three laws.”

“Stan, everyone knows that.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

“I’m an idiot, but that’s why I have you-the smartest girl in school- to help me.” He smiled as the bell rang.

“I’ll see you in second period.”

“See you then.” He replied as he took off to make it to class. You sighed as you closed your locker. At least it was a Friday.


“Are we doing British accents or not?”

“I can work with British.” Tom said, switching into his normal accent, as you two carried on up a small hill, where you’d begin filming.

“You definitely have spent a lot of time in England for your accent to be that good. I don’t know many Americans who can talk like that.” You laughed.

“I’ve had practice. Your turn.”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to stay with normal American accents because my British accent is terrible.” You stated, setting up the camera on a tripod.

“Alright, we’ll do American accents. Might make it less legit.” Tom said, making you shrug.

“I just want to get this over with. Ready, Mr. Darcy?” You asked.

“Always, Miss Bennet.”

“Let’s start it then.” You pressed play on the camera and got into position in front of Tom.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said.

“Nor I. My aunt-”

“Yes, she was here.”

“How could I ever make amends for such behavior?”

“After what you have done for Lydia and I suspect Jane also, it is I who should be making amends.” Tom stepped closer to you, prepared for Darcy’s speech.

“You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.” He stepped closer to you once more, “If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” He delivered the lines with such ease and fluidity that you stood frozen, staring into his big brown eyes, completing forgetting about the rest of the world.

“Y/N.” He mumbled, causing you to snap out of your trance.

“Right! My line!”

“Were you distracted?” Tom teased as you went to stop the camera.

“No, what makes you say that?”

“You just kind of zoned out staring at me. Does that mean I’m a good Darcy?” He asked and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Let’s run it again.”

“Can you handle that?”

“I’m fine. I just forgot my line. That’s all.”

You ran through the scene a few more times and each time you were amazed by Tom. As you were packing up you camera, your stomach growled at you.

“Are you hungry? We can go get something to eat.” Tom asked, putting on his sunglasses, despite it being overcast.

“Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“I know this amazing taco place not too far from here.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shrugged, zipping up your camera bag. Tom took your hand, leading you through the park to the taco place, which turned out to be a taco truck.

“When you said amazing, I was thinking fancy restaurant.” You laughed, taking a bite of your taco.

“Is this not fancy?” Tom asked, accidentally slipping into his British accent.

“I still can’t believe you can speak with a good British accent.” You stated.

“I’ll have to take you there someday.”

“Take me where?”


“I can’t afford a spontaneous trip to England, Stan.”

“True, because you’ll be going there next year.”

“I haven’t gotten my acceptance letter yet. I’m starting to get worried.”

“If you don’t get in to UCL, that’s okay. You’ve got a handful of other brilliant colleges waiting for you.”

“I know, but UCL has always been my dream.”

“You’ll be fine. I believe in you.” He encouraged as your phone went off.

“Sorry, Stan, I have to go. My mom wants me home.” You stated, standing up to leave

“I’ll walk you home.” He replied, following your actions. Tom walked beside you the entire walk home as you two continued your chat.

“Well, this is me.” You said, “Thank you fro tonight, Stan. I had fun.”

“Me too.” He replied. You both awkwardly stood there for a moment, waiting for the other to make a move. You turned towards the door.

“I should go.”

“Wait.” He called out and you turned back around to him. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too, Stan.”

“No,” he said, getting closer to you, “I really like you.” He repeated, leaning in to kiss you.


“How was filming?” Your sister asked you when you walked in the door.

“It was great.” You smiled, “We got everything done.”

“Seems like something more happened.” She said.

“Nothing happened. What are you watching?” You asked, looking at the TV.

“Captain America: Civil War.”

“Is Thor in it?” You asked. You’re not one to be big on superheroes, but you did have a soft spot for the God of thunder.

“No, but Spiderman and Black Panther are in it.”

“I didn’t think Spiderman was an Avenger.”

“It’s a long story. He’s about to pop up, wanna watch?”

“For a few, but I’ve got chores.” You said, sitting beside her on the couch as she played it. “Queens” was shown in big, bold letters as a song began to play.

“How was school today?” A woman off-screen asked as the camera focused on the back of a teenage boy.

“Okay. This crazy car parked outside-” he cut himself short as he saw whatever was behind the camera. You didn’t care about the plot-you cared about the character.


“What?” Your sister asked.

“That’s Stan.” You said in disbelief.

“Stan? Stan who?”

“Stanley Osterfield. He’s new to my school and we’re partners for an English project.”

“That’s Tom Holland-not Stanley Osterfield.”

“They look the same and speak the same.” You pulled out your phone and searched up the unknown actor. “I don’t believe this.”


“They are literally the same person. He’s faking it. He’s British and he’s 20.”

“Hey, Y/N, look what came today?” Your mom said, showing you an envelope with the letters UCL in bold.

“It came!” You shrieked, discarding your phone to grab the letter. You opened it with shaking hands and began to read it.

“I got in! I got in! UCL accepted me!” You exclaimed eagerly.


“Hey, Y/N.” Tom said Monday morning when he stopped by your locker, following his routine. You stayed silent, deciding to ignore him.

“I heard you got into UCL. Congratulations, I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks.” You said flatly, slamming your locker shut and beginning to walk away.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, chasing after you. When you remained silent, he questioned you more, “Is this about Saturday?”

“What are you doing here?” You replied, halting and turning to him.

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing here? At the Bronx School of Science and Engineering? You’re not looking for a career in science or engineering. You’ve already got a career, don’t you, Tom?”

“Y/N, I have no clue what you’re talking ab-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I know you’re not Stanley Osterfield and I know you’re not even American. You’ve been lying to me-all this time.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“This far? You’re the one who kissed me the other night.” You were furious at ho he remained calm.

“I know. I’m really sorry, just please understand I never meant to hurt you. I wasn’t lying to you when I told you how I felt about you. My name and my accent was all I ever lied about. Please, believe me.”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. I need time. Please, St-Tom, just leave me alone for a little bit.”

“I will, but please just know two things: first, tomorrow, I am going back to London and my time here will be up; and second, I love you and, as cheesy as it is, I never wish to be parted from you. I’ll leave you alone now. Goodbye, Y/N.” Tom walked away in defeat as you stood there trying to compose yourself.


The next morning, you received a text message from an unknown number, reading: ‘Y/N, you don’t know me, but I am Harrison Osterfield and, as Tom’s best friend, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve known Tom for many years and he’s not one to easily fall in love, but, somehow, he fell in love with you quickly. His intentions were originally to witness a New York high school first hand; then that all changed with you, on the very first day. I just wanted you to know that Tom loves everything about you. Our flight to London leaves at 9, but below is our flat address here in New York, in case you wanted to say goodbye to him.’

You sat still for a minute, deciding if you wanted to go see him off or not. Looking over at your bedside table, you saw your UCL acceptance letter sitting on top of Pride and Prejudice.

“How are you holding up, Y/N?” Your mom asked, walking into your room.

“I don’t know what to do. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly clueless. I’m upset that he didn’t tell me the truth, but I think I love him, mom.”

“Elizabeth Bennet gave Mr. Darcy another chance. Maybe Tom is your Mr. Darcy.”

“His flight is leaving soon, but I’ve got school.” You told her.

“Quit making excuses and go. Go find your Darcy.” She said and you smiled, racing out of the house.

You arrived at the complex and breathlessly knocked on the door. After a moment, it opened to a surprised Tom.

“Y/N, what’re you doing here?” He asked.

“I came to stop my Darcy from leaving me.” You said, causing a silly smile to form on his face.

“Your Darcy?”

“If you’ll still accept me as your Elizabeth, that is.”

“Your affections and wishes have changed?”

“Very much so.” You said, taking his hands in yours, “You’re hands are cold.” He laughed in reply.

“Are you two going to continue being nerds or are you going to kiss?”

“That’s Harrison.”

“I know.” You laughed, “And he’s right. We should kiss.”

“Yes we should.” Tom said, before giving you a kiss.

oh, baby [draco malfoy]

request: “Could u do Draco x reader with prompts 97 and 103 please? It would be so interesting plus I love your writing. You’re so cool xoxo” -anon

word count: ~3000

a/n: why thank u anon, i AM pretty cool! (kidding im actually SO lame like u dont even know omG) anyway i wrote this at like 3 am and im posting it at 5 am so. i’m a few hours late (like a day actually but who’s counting, NOT ME) but happy bday to the real OG man draco malfoy! now enjoy this hot mess of sleep deprivation, angst, snark, and marina and the diamonds inspiration

97: “i don’t want to have a baby.”

103: “i had to see you again.”

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Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 6

Words: 3000+

Warnings: none

A/N: the tags are now at the end of the story because they’ve gotten hefty (HEFTY HEFTY HEFTY) okay anywho enjoy i guess. OH YEA FYI i gave your best friend a name so have fun with that yall

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Tu te fous de ma gueule! (You’re kidding me)” Lafayette said, widening his eyes.

“She’s my best friend, Lafayette. I know her.” You grew furious, tightening your hands. Laurens looked at your stance, and stood in front of you blocking your view. You tried looking around him, but he followed your movements. “Laurens, move. We have to make sure she doesn’t do anything to him.”

“You’re too angry right now. I think we should bring you back to the camp.” Laurens said, still standing there. You sighed in frustration, shaking your head. Your best friend was the witch. She’s the one that sent you here, that cursed your friends, Hamilton. But, why?

This is making less and less sense.

“Laurens, I need to confront her, I need to find out what’s going on.” You began walking to them, but you felt an arm grab your wrist. You turned back quickly, glaring. Mulligan held your arm, preventing you from going further. “Herc, let me go. Now.”

“No, I cannot do that. I cannot let you risk your life.” He said, looking at his friends. They all nodded, turning to you. “Like you said before, we have to watch and see. Do not make any more commotion than we already have.” He tilted his head, making your gaze look around. The men and women were looking at the four of you, questioning in your eyes. You frowned.

“But Herc, she’s my friend. I need to know.”

“Not now. Let’s go to the table and just watch.” You bit your lip, but nodded, letting them guide you back. You kept your eyes on her, watching her talk to Hamilton. He was giving her a polite smile, looking even more uneasy than before. You tapped your foot on the floor, glaring at her. She did not even glance at you, enjoying herself. Laurens placed his hand on your shoulder, smiling at you sadly.

You wanted to go over there and kill her yourself. But the three men around you would stop you before you could even stand. So you continued to stare, at least until their gazes turned to your table. Hamilton was the first to look, raising his eyebrow at your stare. You glanced down at your empty plate.

Mon amis, they are coming here.”

They walked toward us, Hamilton wearing a hesitant look on his face. Your best friend held her arm in his, her eyes only focused on you. You were about to get up, but Herc gave you a warning look, making you sit down.

“Lads, this is Miss Erin Greenwood. She requested that I showed her my friends.” He glanced over at you once, then looked back at his friends.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Greenwood.” Lafayette said, the first to stand. She held out her hand, and he froze. Usually, he would not hesitate to kiss a woman’s hand, but the situation called for a different tactic. He pretended to not see her outstretched hand at all, bowing to her once. Laurens and Mulligan greeted her, their calm demeanor confusing you. How could they just act this way towards the woman who erased their memories?

“And who is she?” She said innocently, looking at you. You glared at her, causing a nudge from Laurens. You were still sitting down, refusing to be polite to this woman.

“Ahh, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is not from around here, but it seems like she cannot leave.” You frowned at his passive-aggressive behavior. Again, you had to remind yourself that this was not him.

Erin greeted you, curtsied once. You did nothing, staring at her. She smirked at your lack of common courtesy. “Hmm, Y/N. You are a very interesting woman.”

“That’s what everyone seems to say these days.” You replied.

“Would you like to talk? The men here seem like they have something to discuss.” You glanced at the four of them, and they all looked at you. Herc seemed the most worried, shaking his head at the suggestion. You gave him a sympathetic look, turning back to Erin.

“Sure.” You replied, and walked away with her. You could hear the four of them arguing as you walked away with Erin. It was quiet for a little, until you finally spoke up. “Why the hell did you do this? Why would you bring me back in time? What is going on and why shouldn’t I just punch you right now?” You hissed, following her to the refreshments table. She offered you a drink, buy you refused. You did not need more curses in your life.

“Y/N, I only did this because you did the same to me.”

“You keep on saying that, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She laughed, sitting at a table nearby, you sat across from her, waiting for her to say something, anything. Instead, she just sipped on her drink. “Come on now, Erin! Say something!”

“You cannot force me to say anything, Y/N. Remember the one who is in control here.” She said, an edge to her voice. “Besides, Hamilton seems to have taken a liking to me. It’s entertaining to see him hate the love of his life.” She giggled, placing her drink to the side.

What was she talking about?

“You see, Y/N, we have gone through this, multiple times. You and I like Alexander, there’s some sort of love square instead of a triangle, and he always picks you. Every. Single. Time.” She held on to her glass tightly, and you noticed cracks appearing.

“You’re not making any sense, what are you even saying?”

She shrugged, looking over at Hamilton. The boys were talking casually now, glancing at the two of you ever so often. You saw Mulligan looking at you, concern in his eyes. You smiled, not wanting him to worry.

“I don’t even know anymore. It’s tiresome that I am the only one who remembers everything. Why can’t you just wake up in another life, knowing that you are going to meet me soon enough? And that you’re going to take Alexander from me again.” She sighed, stirring her drink with her finger.

“Are you talking about reincarnation?” You asked, and she nodded.


“For fucks sake, Erin, just-“ She stopped stirring, looking up at you. There was an evil gleam in her eyes, so you decided to rephrase your words. “Erin, we were best friends. Can you just tell me what’s going on?”

“You see, you and I were friends in Athens,” you widened your eyes, “Yes, stop staring at me like that, it is in fact Ancient Greece. Can I continue?” You nodded.

“We were servants, maids of some man who I care not to talk about now. We grew to be friends, agreeing that we should escape from the job. It was not easy, you, see, we were to pleasure the man. He had a wife, of course, but sometimes he wanted to mix it up a little.” You saw the fear in Erin’s eyes, and you grew sympathetic towards her. “We ran out, one day, and stumbled across a group of men. I knew you were terrified, since it was my idea to run away in the first place. They noticed that we were dirty and barely had on any clothing, so they brought us to their home.”

“Long story short, they were the boys; Lafayette, Mulligan, Hamilton and Laurens. Although that wasn’t their names back then. I liked Alexander, and you knew, so you avoided him. He was a flirt, but he seemed to gravitate towards you, always talking about how amazing Y/N was. It was frustrating, and I appreciated how you ignored his advances. Mulligan liked you, though, and you never noticed, taking his flirts as just kindness. It was really sad seeing him like you and you not like him. Eventually, though, he asked for you to be his bride. You agreed.”

“Why would I agree to marrying someone I wasn’t in love with?”

“That’s how it was back then, Y/N. You were glad to be with a man of his stature. Hamilton was furious, but of course he didn’t tell his friend that.”

“It was horrible. Alexander ignored me the whole time, and if he did talk, he would ask about you. He crashed the wedding, by the way. Drama and more drama, and by the end, it was the two of you who were married. It’s funny, how things ended. I wanted to be with him, I deserved to be with him. I talked to a local priestess and she convinced me to learn magic. I thought I put on a curse to separate the two of you. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t know we would be stuck in this loop. I was being a stupid girl, in love with a man who would never love me. I still love him,” She said, now playing with her fingers, “All of us. The boys, me and you, we’ll be stuck in this loop forever, until you figure out how to break it.”

You were quiet, absorbing all the information. Alexander and you, you were supposed to be together, you were meant to be together. You looked at the table of friends, smiling at the laughing Hamilton. He looked towards you, and his smile dropped, he looked away. You looked back at Erin.

“Why did you make him hate me? You were never a bad friend to me. But you made him hate even looking at me. Why did you even send me here?” You were indeed hurt. She made this whole curse happen, and now, she made the one person who would make this bearable despise you. She was not as much of a villain that you made her out to be, but she still made this happen.

Erin sighed. “I did it because I hated just standing in the background the whole time. You don’t know how it feels to see the one you love, love someone else. I wanted you to see him hate you, Y/N. I needed to see you hate him too.”

“You do realize that I don’t love him, right?” You said, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Right. You don’t, but you will. If you haven’t already been lying to yourself. I’ve seen this dozens of times, Y/N, trust me.”

She was frustrating. It hurt for Hamilton to hate you without any reason, but you only liked him. You took another look at him, noticing that your friends were gone. You stood up quickly, looking around frantically. Then you noticed something.

Everyone was gone. You looked back at Erin, and she smiled, putting her legs on a chair next to her.

“What are you doing-”

“I don’t need anyone overhearing our conversations. Especially those friends of yours,” She scoffed, “but then again, they were mine too, on multiple occasions.” She nodded her head to herself, pursing her lips.

“Why did you send me here?” You asked, and she laughed.

“Actually, you did that to yourself.”


“Remember when I told you about the musical?” You nodded, and she continued, “Well, you were researching about Alexander Hamilton, you clicked on some link. I have no idea how that sent you back here, but it did. And it sent me as well.”

“If we’re reincarnated, then what happened to us? Our selves in this time?”

“Well, your name was Margarita Schuyler van Rensselaer, the sister of Hamilton’s future wife. You died in this timeline early, and you weren’t supposed to, by the way. Since you died, I ended up dying as well. My name was, hmm, it doesn’t really matter. I’m not important.” You heard the tang of sadness in her voice. “This is probably why Alexander dies early as well.”

“He dies?” Your heart dropped. She raised her eyebrows.

“Wow, you really are an uncultured swine. You were much more interesting in London, by the way. Being a spy and all,” You raised your eyebrows, “Did you not listen to the soundtrack? Aaron Burr shot Hamilton? His friend turned enemy? Wow, you really don’t know.” You thought of Alexander being killed, and your felt your heart jump.

It’s funny, you did not love the man, and it’s already hurting because of him. You tried not to worry about it.

Emphasis on tried.

“How do I get the curse taken off Hamilton?” You asked her, and she smiled. You were thinking that this woman was more like infatuated with Hamilton instead of being in love with him. Talking about someone you love dying is not an easy subject, and no one would want the person they loved to be manipulated like this.

“I knew I was forgetting something! You must fall in love with him, or, the other way around. Either way, it does not really matter. It will work, you just have to make him like you. The curse will wear off each time you play one of his heartstrings, until it completely goes away. ” She glanced at the nonexistent watch on her wrist. “Oh, look at the time! Have fun, Y/N! I’ll see you on the other side!" 

“Wait, Erin, how do I get back-”

She snapped her fingers, and you blinked.

The music was no longer playing, and the place was completely empty. Erin was gone, and you were sitting alone at the table. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned to see Lafayette standing there. He smiled down at you.

Mon ami, are you alright?“ You nodded. "We were looking for you, the witch that calls herself Erin and yourself were gone. It is, how you say, worrisome. Mulligan is outside, and Laurens is checking the room with water bowls.”

“The restroom, Lafayette?”

“Ahh, yes, mon ami. I apologize for my English.” He said, blushing. He took his arm off your shoulder, and you stood up. “Hamilton is looking as well, Y/N. He seemed very nervous.” You bit your lip.

Hamilton was nervous? Why was he nervous? Shouldn’t he hate you?

“Thanks for telling me.” He nodded, smiling at you once. The two of you decided to wait for them to come back to the room instead of chasing after them. Hamilton was the first to come in, and you saw relief in his eyes. That emotion quickly turned to annoyance, and he bothered you on his much chaos you caused. Laurens came after, a smile almost breaking his freckled cheeks. He touched you hand, squeezing it.

Mulligan came in last, desperation on his face. His eyes met yours, and he walked over to you quickly. You were surprised that he pulled you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You haven’t had the comfort of a hug in a while, so it was refreshing, you wrapping your arms around him. You heard someone clear their throat, and Mulligan let go, smiling down at you. “I’m glad you are safe.” He said, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you. Thank you all for looking out for me. But I need to speak to Hamilton.” They all looked at Hamilton, and he had the most shocked look on his face. They waited for you to continue, and you looked at them expectantly. “Alone.” Lafayette and Laurens nodded, walking away. Mulligan stayed behind, refusing to move from his spot. “Herc…”

“Is this about the curse? Shouldn’t we all listen?” You rubbed your head. You were going to tell them, but you needed to speak to Alexander first. He was the one most involved in it.

“Yes, and I’ll tell you, but just give me a few minutes.”


“Go, Mulligan.” You replied sternly, and he was taken aback by your change of tone. He turned around and walked away, closing the door behind him. You turned to Hamilton, and his mouth was in a line, showing no emotions. He stood tall, his arms behind his back. His stance was very unwelcoming, but you could deal with it for now. You sat at a nearby table, gesturing for him to sit as well. He hesitated, but sat, saying nothing.

You began explaining the whole situation to him, and he was unpredictably calm, at least until you got to the part about how you needed to break the curse. He snickered, leaning back in the chair. “I do not even like you, how would I fall in love with you? The way of ridding of this curse makes no sense. There is no slither of hope.”

“I know, trust me, I know.” You did not want to argue with him, it was too exasperating. Instead, you touched his hand. He flinched, moving away quickly.

“Do not touch me.” He stated, and you nodded.

“Fine, Hamilton. I’m just stunned that you fear a woman’s touch.” 

He sneered, and before he could reply with a snide remark, you stood up, opening the door for the three musketeers to come in. “You can come in now.” The three of them walked through the door, nervous.

You told them the predicament as well, and they all nodded. Hercules was the most distraught though, you could see it written on his face. Since your impromptu visit here, you noticed that he rarely showed how he felt. But the veins swelling on his hands and the tightening of his jaw showed you that he did not like this one bit. “So, you and Hamilton are meant to be together, no matter what may happen?” You nodded, and Hamilton laughed behind you.

“I know, it’s quite preposterous. Can you imagine Y/N and I together? That will be the day.” You rolled your eyes at him, and Mulligan could not help but notice the interaction between the two of you.

You and Hamilton did not realize it yet, but there was no more tension in the room. Hamilton still disliked Y/N, but not as much as before. He could stand next to you without frowning in distaste. And you were smiling. Mulligan saw the potential when the two of your first met, and he could still see it now. He hoped that you would come to like him instead, but you told him you could not. And now he knew why.

“Mulligan? Are you ready to go?” Laurens asked, touching his friend’s shoulder. Mulligan nodded, giving him a tight smile.

He knew that he would get the short end of the stick. It always seemed to end that way.

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The cliche story of a love that is forbidden.

Pairing - Taehyung x Reader

Genre - High school Au

Part 1/?

Word Count - 3000+

A/n - I make Taehyung out to be such a villain in all of my other stories so I needed something to do him justice. Let me know if you guys enjoy and want more of this


There was never a dull moment.

“Does this seem like a good idea to you because right now I’m having second thoughts.”

“It’ll be fine. No one knows we are here.”

“I just don’t want to get into trouble. Are we even allowed up here?” I questioned.

“We aren’t going to get in trouble, don’t worry. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.”

“Okay then, lets go.” He said holding my hand and guiding me towards the roof.

Seven months ago I would have never been in this situation. Seven months ago I would have been in my room, probably studying for a test or something, blissfully unaware of how medicore my life was.

That’s all because seven months ago, I hadn’t met him. The boy who came into my life and completely changed my world.

His name was Taehyung, Kim Taehyung or Tae as I called him. He was an extraordinary person, someone that you des

I never noticed him, never really paid attention to him. If I said that I’d be lying. I did notice him, far more than anyone would know. I caught myself stealing quick glances at him, that turned into stares and I was only snapped out of my daydream by someone wanting my attention.

He was so quiet, didn’t speak much. Had a small group of friends that I had seen him around but that was basically everyone. I had never heard him say anything in class, he didn’t even say anything to me when he was at my home. Oh wait… there was that one time when he asked if I could get out of the pool so that the could clean it.

I’ve realized that I’ve spent a significant deal of time thinking about someone who has no regard for me. Someone who I’ve only uttered one sentence to. But it was something about him. He was so mysterious with his tall stature, dark eyes and chocolate colored locks that fell on his face. I would notice him sometimes, how he would blow his hair out of his face instead of actually using his hands to brush it out of the way.

Why was I noticing little things about this guy that I dont even know? Why was my mind so attracted to him?

“I hope you have all writen down your assignments because I am not going to be repeating myself.” My teacher warned right before the bell rang and the classroom started to shuffle out. I sat there frozen in my seat for a while, assignment?

Ah the history assignment, our end of term project that we were going to be doing along with an assigned partner. Crap what’s my assignment? And who is my partner?

“Did you hear me?” A deep voice asked requiring me to look up from my desk interrupting my thoughts.

“Huh?” I asked realizing that it was Taehyung.

“I said should we meet at your house tomorrow? Or did you have plans?” He asked.

My house? Why would we be meeting at my house?

“For the pool?” I ask, slightly embarrassed that I had no clue what was going on.

“What? No for the project.” He replied.

Ahh the teacher had assigned me and him together. Wait, I’m working on a project with Kim Taehyung? That means that I get to share more than one simple converstaion with him. That means that I will actually get to speak with him, and on a regular basis. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about this.

“Oh project, yes of course.” I replied.

“Six o clock good for you?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah anytime is fine.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow y/n.” He said with a slight smile and this may have been the first time I had seen him smile, it was glorious. Not only that but he knew my name. I didn’t think he knew my first name, my last name of course because he worked for my parents, but not my first name.

He walked off and I waved at him. Which I realized was extremely awkward but It was fine because two of my closest friends just so happened to be at the door of the classroom greeting me. So i played it off well.

They approcahed me with a telling look on their faces. “What was that about?”

“What was what about?” I asked.

“Don’t play dumb with us. We just saw you talking to Taehyung. What’s going on with that?”

“Oh, nothing. We have a project together.” I replied gathering my things.

“I don’t know if I should be jealous or feel bad for you, he’s hot but he has a rep.” My friend Sunny said.

“What kind of reputation?” Sure I had heard quite a few things but I wasn’t sure if I believed them.

“I heard he got expelled from his last school for stabbing a guy with a knife!” She said.

“Yeah and I heard that he’s a drug dealer.” My other friend Jessica added.

“Haha you guys are absolutely ridiculous.” I laughed.

“What, we need to fill you in on your new bad boy history partner.”

“I doubt any of those things you said about him are true. He’s certainly not a drug dealer.” I replied.

“How would you know that?” Sunny said.

Because if he was he wouldn’t be working for my parents cleaning my pool on a daily basis. I thought but of course I couldn’t let the girls know that, I felt like it wasnt my place to share his private life with others.

So I stayed quiet instead. “See you don’t know anything about him. He could be bad news for all that we know.” Jessica stated.

“Or, he could be a nice guy.” I replied.

“I’m gonna say no.” Sunny said.

“Well I guess Ill find out tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Aren’t we putting the finishing touches on your party plans tomorrow? She asked.

“Oh man I forgot about that. But its fine everything’s basically ready for the party.”

“Oh alright well let us know everything that happens with him okay?” Sunny demanded.

“Fine fine I’ll fill you guys in. Now can we talk about something else other than boys and parties?”

Taehyung’s POV

Originally posted by glittersoo

He knew that he was in love with her the moment he saw her cry

Taehyung was always a hard worker. He was dedicated to the task at hand and made sure that he would get it done in an efficient manner.

An although this was his first job, he felt pretty confident in his abilities. Until y/n started swimming in the pool a lot more. He tried so hard, to stay focused. But how could he when she was laid out on display for his viewing.

At first he was uninterested. He thought that she was a beautiful girl but that was about it. He had never gone out of his way to make conversation and neither had she.

Until the day he saw her cry at her sixteenth birthday party. He was outside fishing red solo cups out from the pool when she came outside unaware of his presence. She stood there for a while as if she was thinking about something before tears started to fall out of her eyes.

She was a silent cryer. Taehyung wouldn’t have even know she was crying if it wasn’t for him seeing the tears fall down her eyes from his view at the side of the pool.

When he saw her cry he realized that she was a human being just like he was. That she was capable of feelings and emotions just like anyone else.

See this whole time, Taehyung had some sort of animosity towards the wealthy. His mom had told him stories and he had seen the way they mistreated the help. But something about y/n was different, and as she silently sobbed Taehyung desired nothing more than to go to her. To console her and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

He couldn’t, he felt like that would be totally hypocritical. Because Taehyung had been crying a lot those days as well. After years of battling with lung cancer his father had finally passed. Meaning that not only did he have to comfort his grieveing mother he had to grieve as well.

Which would have been a bit of an easier process if it wasnt for his need to get a job. His family was swimming in debt. His dad had left behind a large amount of medical bills and the salary that his mom was given by the Y/l/n’s family was just enough to get by.

He knew that he needed to help his mom out with medical bills and he wanted his mom to be able to buy his little sister school clothes. So when his mom told him that her employers were hiring for a pool guy he obviously accepted the job. This way he’d still be able to go to school and work.

He had recieved a scholarship to a prestigious high school and he was able to transfer his sophmore year. That’s when he noticed y/n. They girl that he had seen crying outside of her mansion. He wondered if she could reconize him but she never looked his way or uttered a single word to him.

It didn’t bother him though, because he knew the true y/n. He’d see her sometimes sitting out by the pool listening to music and writing. She would write so much. Taehyung wondered if her friends at school knew that she loved to write.

She was popular. She was really popular. It seemed like every girl in the school wanted to be her friend and every boy wanted to date her. Taehyung wasn’t sure if she was single or not,  either way it didn’t matter. It’s not like she would ever date Taehyung, and he was fine with that. He was perfectly content with admiring her beauty as he cleaned her pool. He was fine with passing her in the hallway and seeing her laughing with her friends. That was enough for him.

Everything would change today though. His teacher had paired the two of them together and he was currently standing outside of her house waiting for the door to be answered. His mom answered the door suprised but also showing a warm smile when she greeted him. “I thought you had the day off today? So that you could study.” His mom questioned.

“I am off today. I’m here for school.” Taehyung smiled back walking into the enormous place that he had been to so many times, but this time it actually felt different. He wasn’t here to work, but he was there as a guest.

“For school?” His mom started but was cut off by y/n’s voice.

“Taehyung?” She called from the top of the winding staircase. “Come up here.” She smiled and Taehyung felt like her smile could light up a city.

He nodded and started to walk towards the stairs but not before turning around and saying “see you at home mom” to his mother who was now wearing a concered look on her face.

Once he made it to the top of the staircase y/n greeted him. “Hey, thanks for coming.”

“No problem.” He replied back as he looked around.

“Here come this way.” She motioned as she guided him down the hallway.

He followed behind her noticing that the place was even bigger than his mom had discribed it to be. They passed a few rooms before finally stopping at a place with a large amount of books on display.

“This is our library.  We can study in here if you’d like.” She asked.

Taehyung nodded, he was impressed with the amount of space but also worried knowing that his mother had to clean this place everyday.

“Sit down silly.” Y/n said and Taehyung became fully aware of the fact that she had sat down and he was still standing. He sat down quickly blowing his hair out of his face and causing y/n to laugh.

“Would you like any snacks or anything?” She asked.

“No, I’m fine. I ate earlier.” He replied.

“What did you eat?” She inquired.

Taehyung thought for a moment,  as he really had forgotten what he had eaten. “I ate pizza.” He said finally remembering.

“Wow and you didn’t think to bring me any?” She said with a serious look on her face.

“I um - I”

“I’m just messing with you Tae.” She replied laughing slightly.


“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it okay if I call you that?”

The fact that she had asked. The fact that she had genuinely thought that calling him Tae would offend him just went to show how little she knew about him.

“You can call me anything you’d like.” Were the words that came out of Taehyung’s mouth.

“Okay, well Tae it is.” She smiled back. Before pulling out her book and opening it up on the table.

“Okay. Let’s work shall we?”

Y/n’s POV

We had been working on the project for a good hour. Taehyung said that he had done research on this subject a bit before at his old school so he had a pretty extensive knowledge of it, which was helpful.

I wanted to ask him more questions but I found myself getting lost in his eyes. He would read outloud in his book and all I can do was stare at him as the words came out of his mouth.

When he asked a question, I’d just nod and he’d take that as I understood and continue on. We were making a lot of progress with the assignment until my phone starting to ring, for the third time in the course of an hour.

“You should answer it.” Taehyung said.

“No it’s nothing important really. My friends just want to know what im wearing to my party tomorrow.”

“Oh, a party?” He asked inquisitively.

“Yes my seventeenth birthday party. Now that I think about it.” I said an idea forming in my head. “You could help me, I’m stuck picking between two dresses.”

“Me? I dont really know too much about fashion.” He replied leaning back in his chair.

“Oh come on, it’s not that difficult.” I said.

“Okay, show me the dresses.” He replied giving in.

A smiled flashed across my face as I arose from my seat. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” I called.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He called back.

I rushed to my room to get the two dresses I was deciding on. I laid them out on my bed viewing them before finally trying on one. After it was on I glanced in the mirror before I returned to the library to show Tae.

When I entered the library he was on his phone. I cleared out my throat so that he would notce that I entered the room and when I did his phone slid out of his hand.  I watched as he took in the very sight of me and my cheeks starting to burn as I wondered what he was thinking.

“Oh.” Was the only word that he said and I immediately felt embarrassed. As if I was offering myself up for him and he was clearly uninterested.

“Oh? Is it that bad?” I asked feeling regret for showing him this.

“What? No!” He said standing up.“You look, breathtaking.” He finally stated making my heart flutter.

“Really?” I said spinning around to give him a full veiw.

“Wait.” He said stopping me in my tracks as he walked over to me.

“What is it?” I asked and he said nothing. He walked behind me standing so close to me that I could feel the heat of his warm breathe on the back on my neck.

I wanted to ask him what he was doing and but my heart was beating so fast and I worried that the words would come out as a stutter so instead I just stood there. He softly traced the outline of my back before finally placing his hand on my zipper and pulling up.

“Your zipper wasn’t all the way up.” He stated calmly. I wondered how he could be so calm in this situation. I was virtually panicing and he just seemed so relaxed and laid back.

I spun around so that I was facing and we were mere inches apart. He towered over me and I looked up at him and gulped at the close proximity of our bodies. “Thank you.” I choked out.

“No problem.” He replied as he walked back over to whrre he was sitting and took his sit, immediately going back to his book while I stood there, heart on fire.

“I guess I’ll go try on the next dress.” I stated and started to exit.

“No need.” He stated eyes still glued to his book.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because.” He said finally looking up from the book. “That dress was made for you.”

Thank god he had returned to reading as soon as he said that, him witnessing the huge grin that I was wearing would have been morifying.

I went to change back into normal clothes and then met him back in the library. I sat down and it’s as if he didn’t notice I was back because he didn’t look up at me until I spoke.

“I was thinking.” I started.

“Thinking what?” He asked now full attention towards me.

“Would you like to come to the party? If you don’t feel comfortable going you can bring your friends.” There was an awkward silence for a moment and I felt like I shouldnt have asked.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” I said.

“I’ll be there.” He said finally closing his book and smiling. He placed it into his backpack and stood up from the chair.

“Okay.” I smiled back.

“But I have somethings I need to take care of at home, so I need to head out now.”

“Yeah, no problem ” I said standing up so that I could walk him down the stairs. Once we got to the door we stood there for a brief second.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” I stated leaning on the door.

“Yes. See you tomorrow ” he replied.

I watched him walk down the stairs and towards the gate to exit before he stopped briefly and turned around.

“Oh and y/n, you should really wear that dress.”

I’ve Been Dreaming About You (Bucky Barnes x reader)

requested from anonymous: Natasha and Steve are dating (soul mates), their best friends, reader and Bucky, have never met, so they decide to set them up on a date and turns out they have been having visions/ dreams about each other for a while because they are soulmates. [~3000 words]

warning: language

A/N: I really wanted to get this up today, so I’m sorry for any inaccuracies or mistakes (especially at the end) because I was very tired when I wrote this. Also, it was was my first time writing for a promt so I hope you like it like this.

Originally posted by bovaria

During his childhood, Bucky never randomly zoned out like all his friends.

But it was okay because Steve didn’t either and playing catch Bucky always won since he was the only one not to keep still all the time.

Who needs a soulmate anyway, he told himself, when you have Steve as your best friend?

Years later, when Bucky has long been going on his assignments and seen how easily his targets are distracted sometimes, he is glad that he doesn’t have to go through the same thing.

Who knows how many times he would have been killed by that point…

Keep reading

listen listen listen 

Singapore is 51 years old it’s got less people than london and it’s only 719km sq but our boy Joseph Schooling just beat Michael Phelps and Chad Le Clos for gold 

we just won our first ever Olympic gold 
it was our boy 
Joseph Schooling
from Singapore 

this tiny lil country no one ever expects anything from in sports this little red dot whose only purpose is to come last in the heats this. this kid who met Phelps in 2008 looking all specky and small and now has beaten him. beaten. him. beaten. everyone. world. fucking. champion. olympic. fucking. gold.

from. singapore.

i am so fucking proud of my country right now i could burst. they’re going to play our national anthem at the olympics. can you believe that? can you fucking believe that? 

First time (Michael) *


A/N: ok so you’re best friends with mikey but you kinda end up having sex

enjoy x

words: 3000 +


“Y/N, I think it’s time for us to go home.” I say, gently tugging on my best friends arm. We’re at a party at Luke’s place and she is absolutely wasted. Her boyfriend broke up with her a couple of days ago and she’s been very calm about it, but I know that she is hurt, and I think that’s one of the reasons why she decided to drink her ass off tonight, to forget. I have stayed sober for her, thinking that I’ll probably have to take care of her and give her a ride home at least. She is currently making out with some guy, his hands are all over her, making me want to vomit, not that I am jealous or anything, okay I am. We’ve been friends for so long, and I’ve always thought that she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but she unfortunately doesn’t feel the same way, considering the huge amount of boyfriends she’s had the last couple of years.

“Y/N, come on. It’s late.” I say again.

“Mikey! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She climbs off the guy’s lap and throws herself into my arms, stumbling a bit.

“No, you haven’t.” I laugh and grab her waist to help her regain some balance. “You’ve been busy exchanging saliva with at least a dussin guys. Your lips must be really tired.” I joke, I can basically say whatever I wamt right now, there’s no chance she’ll remember this in the morning.

“Oh but Mikey, my lips never get tired.” She whispers in my ear before she lets out a giggle, making shivers run down my back. Kepp it together Michael, she’s drunk and have no idea what she’s saying.

“Okay, come on. Let’s get you home.” I say and put her arm over my shoulders to help her out.

“No! I can’t go home! I told my parents I was staying over at your place tonight.” She says, looking at me with blurry but pleading eyes.

“They don’t know you went to a party, do they?” I sigh, already knowing the answer.

“No.” She giggles and bites her lip. “I’m a bad girl.” My breath hitches and I can feel a blush rising on my cheeks as we keep walking toward the exit.

“Okay, I’ll let you crash at my place then.” I say, I can’t say no to her and luckily I have my own flat, which means that we won’t have to run into my parents.

I get her into the passenger seat of my car and put her seat belt on before walk to the other side and sit down in the drivers seat.

“You’re not going to throw up, are you?” I ask, I’ve just gotten a new car and I don’t feel like getting it dirty after only a week of having it.

“No silly, I feel fine!” She says and taps me on my leg playfully.

“Good, let’s go then.” I say and pull out of the driveway and head to my flat.

“Miiiiichael. Michaaaael. Mi-Mi. What a weird name.” She giggles. Did she just call me Mi-Mi? I shake my head but can’t help but smile. Y/N isn’t always in a good mood when she’s drunk, she’s kind of a wave of emotions, sometimes she’s bawling her eyes out, sometimes she’s trashing everything that comes in her way and hates everyone and sometimes she’s super cuddly and cute, you never quite know with her, but I quite enjoy this side of her.

“No, I think I like Mikey the best.” She says eventually as we pull up to the parking lot by the flat.

Getting her first out of the car, then into the building, then up four stairs and last but not least into the flat was a challange I’ll tell you. Not that she’s heavy, she’s practically light as a feather, but the fact that she is incredible drunk and touchy made it a little difficult. Her little hands keep making their way to the button of my jeans or even to my butt that she keeps pinching. I try to tell her to stop but she just keeps gigging, and I’m not going to lie and say that I’m not turned on, because I certainly am, and her minimal, tight black dress is definitely not helping the growing situation in my pants.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” I say and lead her into my bedroom. I am going to sleep on the couch tonight, since I don’t think it’s such a great idea to sleep in the same bed as her. “Here you have some clothes you can sleep in, get dressed while I go and get you some water.” I say and throw her a t shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

“Wait!” She says and grabs my hand. I turn around to ask her what she wants but she quickly crashes her lips against mine before I can say a word. The kiss is kinda sloppy and tastes like liquor but wow, how I’ve been waiting for this. It feels amazing, she feels amazing. I move my lips against her hungry ones and place my hands on her waist. 

Wait. Stop. What are you doing Michael? This is wrong. She’s your best friend.

I stop immediately when realization hits me, the voice in my head is right, this is wrong. 

“Y/N, you’re drunk.” I state, grabbing her upper arms to keep her away.

“I know you want me Mikey.” She says and bites her lip, looking at me seductively. Before I have the chance to answer she reaches down between us and grabs me through my pants, making me suck in a harsch breath.

“See! I knew you liked it!” She says triumphantly when she feels my growing bulge and starts palming me, making me let out a strangled moan. 

“Y/N, don’t.” I say and take a shaky breath, I have to learn some self control, this is ridiculous, after just one grab she practically has me wrapped around her finger. I take her hands off of me and take a few steps back.

“I’m not going to have sex with you.” I say, trying to sound convincing but to the look on her face it doesn’t seem like I’ve convinced her at all. 

“Don’t deny it Mikey. I want you so badly, always have.” She purrs. Purrs. My head is spinning of lust, either I completely ignore whatever my conscience is telling me and throw her down on the bed and fuck her into fucking oblivion until I have her begging for me and possibly ruin our ten years of friendship, or I listen to it and walk out of here and have a quick wank in the bathroom and we’ll never have to bring this night up ever again, and we’ll go back to being best friends.

Breathe Michael, she is drunk and may not even know it’s you she’s talking to. Just walk out of here.

Just when I make my decision to walk out and close the door behind me, she roughly grabs my hand and sists me down on the edge of the bed before she straddles me.

“I know you want me as bad as I want you.” She whispers into my neck and starts grinding down on me. 

Shit.” I mumble, feeling myself getting harder and harder by the second. Soon, I won’t be able to stop myself. Her dress has risen so it is situated above her hips and the only thing that are keeping our heated cores from each other are my pants and her panties. She tangles her fingers into my hand and kisses me on the lips, soon slipping her tongue into my mouth, making me groan out of pleasure.

“You feel so good Mikey.” She moans before she moves her hand down to pop the button of my jeans. 

“Y/N…” I say, but it comes out more as a plead than a warning. She of course takes it the wrong way and hurries with my button before she pulls them down my legs along with my boxers. My dick is so incredibly hard and I don’t even have time to think before she wraps her delicate fingers around it, making me let out a satisfied moan. 

I know that she has gone pretty far with a guy before, but I’m almost one hundred percent sure that she’s a virgin, and so am I.

Maybe I can let her finish me off with her hands, and then I can leave.

There’s no other person in the world that I’d rather lose my virginity to than her, but I have no idea how she would feel about this. I know that it is completely and utterly wrong to use her like this, but technically she is the one using me. I am definitely not forcing anything on her, but it still doesn’t feel right.

Just when I’ve gathered enough self control to push her off of me, she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth. My whole body freezes as waves of pleasure hits me, and every bit of self control that I had is completely vanished.

Fuck it.

I grab her hair out of her beautiful face and she looks up at me with big eyes. I throw my head back and shut my eyes in concentration to keep me from coming down her throat, I swear she could make me come by just looking at me.

She’s still drunk and it is kinda sloppy, but oh my god, it is to good. Her makeup are kinda smudged and one of the straps of her dress has fallen off her shoulder and she has never looked sexier than she is in this moment. Her tiny hand is wrapped arounf the base and is pumping whatever her mouth can’t reach. I keep it together for a few more minutes before I tug at her hair. “You need to stop.” I breathe. She circles the head with her tongue before she lets go of me with a ‘plop’.

“What, why? Did I do something wrong?” She pouts as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“No, no, no! You did amazing, it’s just that I’m going to come if you keep doing that. If you want me to fuck you then you better stop.” I say and pull her up to her feet. She grins at me and immediately starts undressing herself. She turns around and I zip her down, making the dress fall to the floor. She turns around again to face me while she quickly unclasps her bra, letting it joing the dress in a pile. 

“Take your shirt off.” She instructs. It takes a few seconds before I manage to tear my eyes off of her chest. I have literally been dreaming about this moment so many times that I’ve lost count. This moment will last as wanking material for months. 

I pull my shirt over my head and throw it to the floor before I kick off my jeans and my boxers that were lying in pools around my ankles. I grab a condom out of my wallet that is  lying next to me on t he bedside table before crawl backwards till my back hits the headboard. I wrap my hand around my rock hard length and pump it slowly, watching as Y/N steps out of her panties before she joins me. She runs a hand through her hair and flicks it off her shoulder, a few strands hanging down her face as she smirks at me. I am so in love with this girl, and something in the back of my head is hoping that she is in love with me too. 

She straddles me and I grip her hips in anticipation. I know that no matter how drunk she may be, this will still hurt a bit since she’s a virgin after all. 

“Are you sure about this Y/N?” I ask, just in case she suddenly had realized that she in fact didn’t want to have sex with me. 

“You are so silly Mikey, of course I am sure.” She giggles. “Now give me that.” She takes the condom and tears it open before she rolls it onto my length, pumping it a couple of times first. I watch her intently for any signs of regret or discomfort, but all I see is lust and a small smile. I reach down to her core and feel that she is already dripping, making my dick even harder at the thought of being inside of her. I start rubbing her and she lets out a moan in pleasure. She stop my hand after a few moments and lines me up by her entrance. I wonder if this really is the ideal position, what if she loses her balance or something, wouldn’t it be better if I’d top? 

She once again shuts me up before I even have the time to open my mouth, this time by slowly sinking down on me, letting out a moan.

Shit, shit, shit.” She hisses, shutting her eyes. She is all the way down and it fells fucking amazing. I groan and clench my jaw, trying to keep myself from bucking up into her.

“Are you okay baby?” I ask, slowly starting to rub her clit again, just to ease the pain.

Fuck, yes.” She says and starts moving again, this time a tad bit faster. She lifts herself up, her hands on my chest, and then lets gravity pull her down. It is going way too slow for my liking, but I know that I’ll have to let her choose the pace, at least for now. I reach for one of her breasts and start massaging it, loving the way it feels beneath my hand, and concidering her repeated moans, she is enjoying it too.

“You think you can go a little faster?” I choke out, it takes everything in me not to turn her over and ram into her with all my force. She nods and bites her lip as she starts bouncing both faster and harder.

Sot tight.” I breathe, feeling her warm and wett walls clench around me. She is so beautiful, and I am so in love with her, everything is absolutely perfect in this moment, waves of pleasure is attacking me constantly. 

It doesn’t seem like she’s hurting at all anymore, so I decide to take it to the next level. I grab her hips and quickly flips us over without pulling out. She is stunned at the sudden change but she soon wraps her legs around my waist, pushing me toward her. I place my elbows on either side of her head and start pulling in and out of her at a much higher speed. 

“Mikey, I think I’m going to come.” She says, clawing at my shoulder blades.

“Come on, come for me.” I say and seconds later her eyes screw shut, her body gets stiff and her walls tighten around me. Her mouth is slightly open and she is so perfect, I almost come by the sight.

“Shit Michael, I love you so much.” She breathes and those words are what maked me hit my high.

“I love you.” I choke out before I come inside the condom, spilling out every last drop while playing those last words inside my head. My face is in her neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume and shampoo, she always smells nice and tonight wasn’t an exception, even after sex.

Shit. I just had sex with my best friend. 

She had said she loved me, and I had said it back, probably with a whole different meaning, but it had felt so good to say it. 

I slowly pull out of her and throw away the used condom, before I scoop her up in my arms, holding her naked and tired body tightly against my. I kiss the top of her head and wrap my arms around her small waist. We are both still panting, trying to catch out breaths and before I know it I am fast asleep, with the girl I am so utterly and foolishly in love with.


You wake up feeling kinda sore and with a light headache. It takes a while before you realize where you are, but you soon recognize the familiar scent that lingers on everything in your surroundings. You look up and see your best friend sitting on the other side of the bed, fully clothed with his back turned to you.

“Good morning.” You croak out, your voice thick and harsch of sleep. You sit up, holding the cover against your naked torso, while pulling a hand through your messy hair, trying to look it a little less like a birds nest.

Michael turns around when he realizes you’re awake. His eyes are filles with cautionness and guilt, like he has done something bad and you are going to yell at him or something.

“Mornin’.” He mumbles, studying you with his eyes.

“What?” You ask eventually, confused by the weird behaviour.

“You don’t remember, do you?” He asks, biting his lip nervously.

“Remember what?" 

"Shit, I knew we shouldn’t have done it. I’m so sorry Y/N, and I totally understand if you never want to see me every again.” He says with sadness in his eyes.

You scoot closer to him and grabs his face to make him look at you.

“Michael Gordon Clifford, what are you talking about?”

“We had sex.” He blurts out, looking scared. You can’t help but start laughing a little.

“I’m not joking Y/N.” He says sternly, looking at you.

“Me neither Mikey!” You smile at him. 


“Is that why you are so nervous?”

“Well, yeah, aren’t you mad at me? For using you like that?”

“If anyone, I was the one using you Michael. Now get back in bed with me.” You say.

“So, you remember everything?” He says and watches you carefully.

“Yes, and if you ask me, it was hella amazing.” You smile and he lies down beside you, still not quite believing you. You sigh and grab his face once again, making him look at you.

“Michael, I know we are, or were, best friends, but I love you, okay? And I don’t regret a single thing last night, except for being extremely clumpsy, unless you do?” You say honestly.

In fact, you had been aware of everything that happened last night, not everything maybe, but you had been in love with your best friend for at least a year now, and the alcohol only gave you the amount of missing courage you needed to make a move. Until yesterday, you weren’t absolutely sure that Michael liked you back, but you could clearly see it in his eyes last night and hear in the way he say 'I love you’ back.

Michael looks at you, shocked.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? 'Cause I swear I’ll-” You cut him off by placing a kiss on his lips.

“No, I’m not kidding.” You laugh. 

“Then I must be dreaming.” He laughs with you.

“No you’re not silly, just shut up and kiss me.”

“Fuck, I love you so much, you have no idea.” He mumbles against your lips.

You basically spend the rest of the day in bed, cuddling and talking, just like before but the only difference is that kisses and sex are involved.

A/N: ok this took me forever to write so I’d be really happy to get some sort of response? also, send in some requests! x


Premièrement, je tiens a vous remercier pour les 3000 abonnés, jamais je n aurez pu imaginez que vous seriez autant a me suivre !!! Merci merci merci !!!!
Maintenant, retournons a nos moutons, la rentrée approche (hélas) mais nos affaires de cours ne sont pas obligées d être tristes !!! Voici trois idées toutes simple !
-la première, il s agit d un bloc que j ai recouvert de papier blanc, puis j ai imprimé mes emojis préférés pour les disposer a ma façon, et j ai recouvert le tout de vernis colle ! Pour ajouter de la couleur, j ai découvert le haut de masking tape !
-la deuxième, il s agit d une pochette personnalisable, et j ai simplement réalisé un petit dessin que je trouve trop cute !
-et pour la dernière, c est un classeur noir sur lequel j ai dessine une plume argenté !
Voilà j espère que cela vous plait !!! N'hésitez pas a commenter un 🌞 si vous avez tout lu 😝💖


A/N: highkey 3000% in love with dodie clark

as usual check out /the song/ it is ridonk

Dan stirs slightly in sleep, turning over to face you.

His expression is soft and drowsy. You watch him with a smile on your face, slowly blinking the sleep out of your eyes.  

You feel like you’ve only been resting for a few hours. It must be about nine am. The smallest amount of soft morning light is peeking out from behind your closed blinds, tinting the whole room pink.

You and Dan hadn’t gone to bed until the early hours. A satisfied smirk works its way onto your lips as you remember Dan’s touches from earlier; his mouth on your jaw, your nails on his back. There are bite-marks on your thighs.

You’ve practically only just caught your breath from the long night. You can feel sweat on the back of your neck and you definitely need a shower.

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