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Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None


“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 


 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

Who is this Tumblr?

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

Y/n has created a chatroom.

Y/n has invited Nat and Wanda.

Y/n: Okay girls, I have something important to show you.

Nat: I’m intrigued?

Wanda: Is it naked Thor?



Wanda: What, girl has her needs.

Wanda: But you’re seriously not going to tell me he’s not hot.

Y/N: He’s old.

Wanda: You mean, he’s hot for an old guy.

Nat: Y/n, Cap and Bucky are almost hundred but that doesn’t stop you from gushing over them.

Y/N: Nah, he’s just pretty much old.

Wanda: Y/n stop, you’re not fooling anyone.

Y/N: About that, I have something to share with you, as I already mentioned but you girls have a concentration of a two year old, so.

Nat: Hey don’t assault, I may have a concertation of a child, but I certainly don’t punch like one.

Wanda: Y/n do you feel like flying?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Y/N: Not funny Wanda, LET ME THE FUCK DOWN.

Wanda: Since you asked so nicely.

Y/N: Damn you, Wanda.

Y/N: By let me down, I didn’t mean throw me into wall and almost break all of my bones.

Nat: Wanda, sometimes I think you’re bigger child than Tony.

Y/N: Let’s face it, you can never be bigger child than Tony.

Nat: Ah, true story.

Y/N: Will you now finally let me say what I have to say?

Wanda: Spill your soul, honey.

Y/N: You know I was telling you about Tumblr and fanfictions, yeah?

Nat: I think I still quiet don’t get it.

Y/N: Anyways, I found this amazing fanfiction about Steve and Bucky.

Y/N: It gave me all kind of different feelings.

Nat has added Bucky and Steve.

Nat: Guys, I think Y/n wants to tell you something.


Y/N: You better start running.

Steve has added Tony, Sam, Thor, Clint and Vision.

Y/N: Oh thanks Steve.

Steve: Anytime.

Steve: Now do you want to explain yourself?

Thor: May I just inquire, who is this Tumblr you’re speaking of?

Clint: Buddy, you don’t even wanna know.

Tony: As I wise man once said, stay away from Tumblr. You don’t wanna get involved.

Sam: It’s not who, it’s a page on the internet.

Steve: Tony, who was that “wise man”?

Y/N: I agree with Clint and Tony, it’s not for innocence people like you, Thor.

Vision: My sources claim that Tumblr is a microblogging and social networking website founded by David Karp in 2007, and owned by Yahoo! since 2013. The service allows users to post multimedia and other content to a short-form blog. Users can follow other users’ blogs. Bloggers can also make their blogs private. For bloggers, many of the website’s features are accessed from a “dashboard” interface.

Thor: I am not innocence.

Thor: I’ve killed many enemies and I fear nothing. One little foolish page can’t do much.

Sam: Yep, definitely too green for Tumblr.

Tony: Simply, page where people post stuff about their favourite celebrity.

Tony: Me of course.

Wanda: Vision, did you take that from Wikipedia?

Clint: Oh you just console yourself with that, Thor.

Vision: My sources gave me this information.

Steve: Why did I even ask anything?

Y/N: You’re our little innocence puppy.

Bucky: I still want to know about that fanfiction that you found

Thor: I can assure you I am not a puppy.

Bucky: Is it good?

Sam: Bucky, your gay is showing.

Tony: Oh Thor.

Thor: Mr. Barnes, I didn’t know you were homosexual.

Bucky: I am not.

Vision has left the chat.

Y/N: Face it Buck, we all know you got hot’s for our captain America.

Steve: We are very good friends.

Nat: That’s what they all say, “JUST FRIENDS”

Wanda: Wait am I the only one here that’s team Stony?

Clint: No you’re not.

Thor: What’s team Stony?

Sam: No Thor

Sam: You don’t want to know.

Sam: You should just leave and never ever mention Tumblr again.

Sam: Or fanfictions.

Thor: How dare you tell son of Odin, god of Thunder to leave?


Y/N: I love you Sam, but THOR LISTEN TO BUCKY.

Y/N: Just tell me when you’re about to do it cuz I want to film it.

Y/N: Imagine how many notes I would get for that.

Sam: O thanks Y/N, I really appreciate it.

Nat: You know when love you, but that would be spectacular.

Thor: All right guys, be right back.

Thor: Or how you kids write it.

Thor: BRB

Sam has been disconnected

Thor has left the chat.

Nat: I have to see this.

Nat has left the chat.

Wanda: Right behind you.

Y/N: Film it for me.

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: Thanks to Wanda I can’t go now.

Tony: Well I will film it for you Y/N.

Tony has left the chat.

Bucky: So the fanfiction, what was it about?

Y/N: Oh you know, basic stuff.

Clint: Wait Y/N, is it that one that you showed me like a week ago?

Y/N: Yep that would be the one.

Steve: I am curios now, what was it about? Beside me and Bucky.

Clint: That is peace of art.

Y/N: Every fanfiction is a piece of art.

Thor has joined the chat.

Bucky: I can agree on that one.

Bucky: Not because I read them.

Bucky: But because people put effort in it, you know.

Steve: Just stop Bucky, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Thor: I’ve got him lady Y/n, just like you said.

Thor: Oh no, that was Mr. Barnes.

Thor: Anyhow, he was lightning like a Christmas tree.

Y/N: Man I wish I could’ve see that.

Clint: I will go check on him.

Clint: And don’t worry, I will take photos.

Clint has left the chat.

Steve: maybe I would pay him a visit too.

Thor: Oh it’s nothing.

Steve has left the chat.

Thor: I didn’t hurt him that badly.

Bucky: I still want to know about that fanfiction.

Y/N: God damn it, it was about you and Steve Fucking, will you shut up now?

Thor: So you are homosexual, Mr. Barnes?

Bucky: No, I am not.

Bucky: But would you mind sending me link tho?

Thor: I want to read it too.

Y/N: No Thor, I will find you some fanfiction about Jane and you.

Y/N: Meanwhile, don’t hit me with no thunder.

Y/N: Bucky come to my room and I will show you.

Thor: I would never hurt you, Lady Y/N.

Thor: Only because you would hurt me ten times more.

Bucky has left the chat.

Y/N: Ah my child.

Thor: You have a child, Lady Y/N?

Y/N: No Thor, I don’t, but I may adopt you.

Thor: I don’t think that will be quiet possible, considering my age.

Y/N: Yeah but your mental age is three so it’s fine.

Y/N has left the chat

Thor: I do not have a mental age of a three year old.

Thor: Oh she left.

Thor: But I do enjoy the chocolate.

Thor: Was that what she meant?

Thor has left the chat.

Nutrition (Yoongi x Reader Fluff/Crack)

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Word: 1,634

Summary: Are you a fruit? ‘Cause honeydew you know how fine you look right now?

Note: This is set in Stupid!universe where Y/N and Yoongi are best friends that annoy the fuck out of each other. It was mentioned in the fic how Yoongi had to drag her to the grocery store at some point, and I got INSPIRED. Also, I’m not that witty, these pick up lines and jokes are from the internet, with a bit of iteration to fit the story line. Other than that, I really like this one. Maybe it’s bc I’m equally of a lazyass as Y/N? The banter is really my style… SO GET READY FOR SOME HELLA CRINGE LMAO.


“Can I ride the cart at least?”

“Jesus fuck. For the third time, Y/N.—


Y/N grumbled loudly, kicking at the tiny rocks under her her shoes. Yoongi pulled a large cart out of the store’s several rows, figuring that this grocery run would turn out to be quite a big one. 

After countless attempts of convincing Y/N that PostMates and UberEats of grease-drenched Chinese food were not exactly the healthiest option, he had finally dragged her to the local supermarket. That was, after telling her that they were going for frozen yogurt and had ‘accidentally’ made a wrong turn to the store, “so we might as well, right?”

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Hurt// Zach Dempsey

Requested by: @xwannabequeenx

I’m so sorry its so late I was sick but I hope you like it.

Y/N please stop ignoring me

I saw Zach send what seemed to be the 50th text. I watched as he started calling I stared down at my phone before shutting it off.

“Wow what did he do?” Bryce smirked.

“Nothing just drive.” I stared ahead at the dashboard in anger. It all started this morning.

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Okay, so I haven’t been able to get this post by @voltron-messenger out of my head for the past few days, so to get out of my writing slump, I wrote my own adaptation of it…

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Conversations with a White audience

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in. 

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?


After 10K notes dragging you: Fuck this website, I’m closing my account and open up a new one.

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in.

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?


After 10K notes dragging you: Fuck this website, I’m closing my account and open up a new one.

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in.

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?


After 10K notes dragging you: *writes a long letter that nobody read about being dragged three times and then close account immediately, following opening up a new account, getting extensions to block Black people*

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: I don’t really watch the show. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Seeing a conversation about art: I am an artist, but I really don’t want to butt in.

Seeing a political discussion about taxes: This doesn’t really affect me but maybe I should talk to help me get in the know?


After 10K notes dragging you: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

Us: I’m sorry. Who are you?

Them: Y’all keep dragging me four times! WHAT did I do wrong?

Us: Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result?

Deletes Note and block all parties: THERE!

Seeing a conversation about Sherlock: Fuck it, I’ll watch Sherlock. 

Often (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

A/N: young!seb what else do you need? 

Song Inspiration: Often by Abhi Dijon 


Cold hands and beer cans
That’s how we used to chill

“How do you always have the hook-ups when it comes to alcohol, Seb?” Y/N marveled at the cooler filled with beer cans and hard liquor. “Seriously, holy shit. And where do you get the money from?”

“Don’t stress about it.” He gave her a toothy grin. “Let’s just get fucked up tonight, yeah?”

She smirked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Let’s do it.”

You took the Dodge from your mom
And parked it up the hill

On top of Signal Hill, Y/N and Sebastian would sit on the hood of his father’s car and drink and laugh and eat and stay there for hours. Y/N wasn’t a party girl. She never got drunk with anyone else besides him. She was a good student, always have and always will be. He, on the other hand, is okay. He hangs on his schoolwork with the usual C’s, sometimes B’s when he’s lucky. 

But they were best friends. They were best friends since their high school freshman year. Ever since he bumped into her twenty times a week on the way to his classes. The universe just kept giving them signals that they should be in each other’s lives.

Although Sebastian thought they were being pushed together because it was their destiny, Y/N, at the time, didn’t think so. She was being chased after by a guy, a year older than them both when their friendship first started. The boy was popular already, making the varsity team of all the sports he joined. The typical jock falls for the cute nerd type of love story.

But Sebastian stuck around in hopes that one day, her feelings will reciprocate his. 

You said
“I can’t wait forever”

“I wanna be an actor.” He exclaimed aloud, taking a swig from his Budweiser can. “I wanna be an actor and I wanna be known for what I do. I think that’s why I’m not the best in school. Because its not a way to express yourself creatively, you get me?”

Y/N just laughed, glancing at him. “Dude, you’re just pissed drunk right now. Which you shouldn’t be because you’re driving, loser.”

“Oh, shit.” Sebastian said, his eyes widening in realization. “We can crash here for a few hours right? The seats recline.”

“The things I do for you Stan.”

“Oh yes because reclining a chair and sleeping on it is such hard work compared to me putting my life on the line every time I pick up our drinks from some sketchy guy in an alley. Sure, Y/N.”

“Hey, you said it was no problem!” Y/N argued. “I never asked for you to do that, you did that all on your own.”

“You’re right, sweetheart. Blame me.” He couldn’t help but stare at her face as the words left his lips. “But seriously, I wanna be an actor.”

“But seriously, if that’s really something you wanna pursue, then I’m 110% behind you for that.” 

Verse from a radio
Feet above the wheel

“Ugh, tell me again why we do this every month when we get this sick afterwards?” Y/N groaned, leaning against the car window as she props her feet up the dashboard.

“Oh, suck it up. You’re almost 21, you need to get used to this because once we’re legal, we’re hitting every bar in town.”

“Seb, we have 5 more years until we’re 21, we’re barely 17.” She chuckled. “And you do realize drinks cost money, right? Are you gonna be working?”

“Well duh!” Seb made a face at her. “Actor, remember?”

“Oh yeah, my bad Mr. DiCaprio.”

“Mr. Stan.” He corrected. “Just wait on it, Y/N. People will know my name.”

Y/N smiled. For a second she felt sober. She wanted to remember the look on his face as he talked about his passion. “I have no doubt that that will happen, Seb.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Seb’s smile became wider as a familiar tune filled their ears. “I love this song.”

She just watched him as he screamed out lyrics to an irrelevant song. Sebastian made up his own drunken dance moves and stumbled over lyrics but he was having the time of his life. Y/N knew that there was no way she would let him walk out of her life. Not soon, not ever. 

Leaning back in the backseat
It’s like the world was still

“I wish I could stay in this moment forever.” 

The sky was dark but the city was lit up. With all the lights from buildings and show lights on the busy Saturday night. It was 11:30 PM and they could hear the faint noises coming from a concert a few miles back. 

Seb looked over at Y/N who was leaned against her palm, tapping her finger along with a random beat in her head. He thought she was beautiful. She was glowing. Always, no matter what she did, no matter the time of day. She was always glowing. The feelings he had for her were insane. It was killing him to keep them hidden. He watched the many, many, guys try to get with her with flowers and cards and chocolates. But she turns them down almost every time. He was relieved every time she does it. It gives Seb more time to make his own move on her.

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no.” He looked away immediately, looking at his side mirror. “I didn’t realize I was dozing off in your direction.”

“Oh, okay.” 

You said
“I can’t wait forever”

“I like you.” Seb blurted out after fifteen minutes of utter silence between them. It wasn’t awkward, it was rather comfortable. “Scratch that, I’m in love with you.”

“Seb, you’re drunk.”

“Exactly.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t have had the guts to tell you this. Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Seb, we both know you’re just too out of it right now. We’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Y/N.” He whined. “Listen to me. I am sober enough to know that my feelings for you are real. They have been here since you were dating what’s his name? The jock guy?”


“Yeah, him. I have had feelings for you since Matthew was in your life.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “That was two years ago.”

“I waited two years to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t wait anymore. I can’t wait forever.”

I remember the windows were fogging
And we were nodding off ‘cause we both were drunk

The car windows were foggy the next morning. They rolled all of them all the way up to keep as much coldness out of the car. Y/N got cold easily. 

In the middle of the night, Sebastian woke up and took off his hoodie and draped it over her body. He knew her cardigan wouldn’t be enough. Y/N slept with two blankets during summer nights. 

Sebastian dreamt that he never said anything to her that night and that their friendship was still bulletproof. He was afraid now because when he wakes up again and she remembers it all, what would she say? Does she feel the same way? Does she not?

He barely slept that night. And the car seat being uncomfortable wasn’t the only reason why. 

I had my hands in your pockets
And a cop came and he woke us up softly
I think of that often

Sebastian woke up to a light tapping on the car window. He rubbed his eyes, squinting as the blinding sun pierced through the windshield. He rolled down the window to see a policeman. 

“Son, the park is closed at this hour. I’m gonna have to ask you guys to leave.”

“Yes, of course, officer.” Seb apologized, starting the engine. “I’m sorry.”

As he pulled away from the parking spot, he took a glance at Y/N’s sleeping state. Her hands somehow found their way inside the pockets of his hoodie. It was a sigh he wanted to remember forever. 

It was only 6:27 AM, he didn’t expect her to wake up until at least two hours from now. He reminded himself to drive slowly to not cause her to stir so much. He watched out for little dips in the road and kept the radio turned off for the one hour ride home. 

He didn’t want to wake Y/N up. He was dreading her response.

Do you remember that letter I sent you
That winter when we were seventeen?

“So you’re gonna be gone the whole winter break?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah seems like it, and a little bit after that.” 

“That sucks.” He frowned. “Who am I supposed to spend Christmas with now?”

“Your family, dummy!” She laughed. “Spend time with them. It’s the holidays.”

“They’re not as fun as you, but okay.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I guess I’ll just have to mail your present to you.”

“Thanks, Seb.” Y/N’s gaze shifted and she was looking at her feet. “About the other night…”

His heart started beating fast, removing his arm from her body slowly. “What night?”

“The night at Signal Hill.”

“Oh, that night.” He laughed. “I don’t remember anything from that night.”

Y/N’s heart broke. He was just drunk. He didn’t feel the way she did. That was just plain obvious. But of course he felt the same way, he was just too chicken to risk if she feels the same too.

Sayin’ that I wish we’d get married
And we could pack our bags and run away from all our problems
I think of that often

“Dear Y/N,

I told you I would mail your present to you. Did you think I was playing? I don’t play like that.

Well, merry christmas. I have a lot to say to you that I never said before. First off, I’m so glad you’re in my life and that you’ve stuck around for two years dealing with me and my problems. I can’t imagine my life without you now. Second of all, I hate the idea of us moving to New York together. It’s so overpopulated there. It doesn’t seem that great- wait actually, scratch that. As long as I’m with you, I’ll live in an overpopulated, crappy city.

Lastly, Signal Hill. I remember everything from that night. Every detail. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you before. But I am in love with you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts me sometimes. You make me feel things I never thought I could ever feel. You make me feel like how they feel in the rom-com movies you drag me to. Like that. I look at you and I think, ‘wow, i can marry this girl.’ Maybe that’s too straight forward for you but I don’t really care anymore. I’m tired of hiding out.

I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. So so much. Merry Christmas.

- S. STAN. xx”

I’m wishin’ I could find you
I’m wishin’ I could tell you something
I think of you often


He turned around to see a face he hasn’t seen in two months. Y/N. “You’re back! Oh my gosh, you’re back. How was the trip?”

She stayed silent for a while. “I’m in love with you, too.”


My Last Imagine: Kiss Me Slowly (Bucky Barnes Imagine)


autumn leaves (reddie) chapter three

Eddie hasn’t seen the trees change colors since he was a kid, so Richie deems that the two of them should take a road trip to Derry and see the trees change colors. Cue lots of bad car karaoke, too much coffee, and Eddie absolutely losing his mind over the gorgeous reds, oranges, and yellows of the fall leaves.

Or the one in which Eddie hates Richie, of course, until he falls in love with him.

Words: 1100

Warnings: lots of swearing

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff with angst mixed in

read chapter one here and chapter two here

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anonymous asked:

Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said: ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o<-<

Anon said: Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

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Stuff has been getting to me lately so I want to show you guys an authentic hula performance. It’s just so annoying to see people do some stupid hollywood version of the hula when it is such an important part of the culture, and so much goes into it. Those costumes and head pieces and leis were probably all made by the dancers themselves, and in a halau being in sync is vital, and the night before a performance they all have to braid their hair and then brush it out right before the performance to get it that way- they all have to look the same, in appearance and choreography. And that hollywood version of the outfit is so stupid, look at these beautiful outfits. So much work and love and pride goes into this dance and then people mock it and the culture. I just wish people cared more.

There was a commercial on TV where these two white girls put a “little hula girl” dance figurine on the dashboard of their car, and it’s just so urgh. Frustrating. Nobody would put a little Mexican figurine in a sombrero on their dashboard (but I did just watch a Party City commercial selling “Mexican” decorations and sombreros for Cinco De Mayo like come on guys). And that new “Aloha” movie coming out- starring all white actors on the Hawaiian islands, doing nothing that has to do with Hawaii, just using it as a prop. And all these rich white people travelling to Hawaii for funsies then coming back saying, “I loved Hawaii, the hotel was beautiful, but those natives are so mean, they are only nice if you are paying them for something” Hm I fucking wonder why- maybe because their land was taken from them and now they are forced to work in these swanky hotels while they live in squalor and have to perform their own sacred cultural dances for these rich tourists’ entertainment. This rant got longer than I wanted so I’ll end it there.

Just please stop mocking the Hawaiian culture.

Pulse Points Ch 11:  The Final Chapter

Many, many thanks to all of you who have supported this story and taken this journey with me. I cannot thank you enough, and know I read and cherish every review and appreciate every reblog and retweet so very much!  

This chapter is specifically dedicated to my precious friend and soul-sister @lillie-grey  as a belated birthday gift. Please forgive me for being a week late! And I’m leaving this verse open-ended so prompts and requests will be welcome. :)

With that, dear readers, I hope you enjoy! You can read it here or on ff.net. 

Christ, her feet hurt.

Regina had followed Mary Margaret from Babies R Us to Buy Buy Baby, from Victoria’s Secret for some post-pregnancy lingerie, now that the new mom had been given the green light for having sex again, to Barnes and Noble for what supposedly was supposed to be an “in and out” errand. Said errand had morphed into a prolonged search for a children’s book that was ironically out of print, followed by coffee in the bookstore’s cafe and an impromptu nap for Baby Neal. Her friend had more energy than most new mothers, Regina mused, especially those who’d undergone an emergency C-Section only weeks prior, and she was glad to see Mary Margaret acting more like herself again. She just wished her feet weren’t paying the price for her friend’s unexpected burst of energy. She took another sip of her Flat White as she snuggled her godson to her chest and rubbed his back, relishing his soft weight and his sweet baby scent as his head rested on her shoulder.

“Alright,” Mary Margaret stated, checking her watch as she returned from the restroom and took a final sip of her Frappuccino. “I think we should probably head home now.”

“Thank God,” Regina muttered, kissing Neal’s downy head as she stood. Her knees popped as her lower back protested, making her curse the questionable logic of wearing heels this afternoon. Snazzing up a little on a Saturday after wearing sensible shoes to work all week had been an appealing option this morning.

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Wincest Writing Challenge: Round 9: Summer Lovin’ | @mooseintheocean​ vs. @nisaki-chan
Prompt: broken air conditioner
Rating: Gen | Wordcount: 2480 |  AO3
Tags/Warnings: none
Summary: The boys are driving through Arizona heat with a broken air conditioner trying to cool down and don’t melt through the seats. 

(110°F = 43°C for all my fellow metric scale users out there ;))

The A/C broke an hour into their 9-hour drive. It rattled ominously when they were passing the state line and after couple of unfruitful attempts to work properly, it just died. The car turned into a Finnish sauna in less then 10 minutes and the 110°F outside did nothing but help with that. Of course it had to gave up now, just as they were driving through Arizona, fucking Arizona in the middle of summer.

“Oh Baby, why do you hate us so much?”, whimpered Dean petting the dash just in case the car could be bribed with some love this time. It hardly ever happened before, but Dean still believes his Baby can hear him. Like that time she miraculously fired after Sam smashed her into the old house when they hunted Woman in White all those years ago. All it took was Dean pleading and telling her how beautiful she was and after spluttering for couple minutes she came to life and drove them away to the next hunt. So yes, it happens and Dean will always try. Beside, he loves loving his car.

The Impala was the best thing in their world. Their first and only true home. Their most valued possession. But she had one flaw - the air conditioner broke quite regularly. No matter how many times Dean would fix it, it would just give up after a while. And it was broken more often than not. Making the car too cold in winters and too hot during summers. But they usually made through that. Today was different though. The heat was unusually oppressive, the temperature was record breaking high, the air was extremely humid and it felt like there was nothing to breath in.

Back when they were kids they would shimmy out of their clothes and ride in the backseat in just their boxers reveling in the relief that the breeze from rolled down windows gave them. Later when Dean didn’t want to seat in the backseat with Sam anymore and Sam became self-conscious of his ever growing body, he would wear Dean’s biggest, loosest t-shirt (the one that was even too big for Dean at the time), that covered most of his thin, fifteen-year-old frame but still enough light fitting that it could make the air circulate freely. Dean still remembers what the view of Sammy stretched out in the backseat in his t-shirt did to his body. Those sweaty palms, labored breath and swelling in his pants had nothing to do with the heat outside and everything to do with his younger brother looking like a sin personified and still so totally owned by Dean. He always has been possessive of his boy but seeing Sam in his clothes triggered his most animal instinct. If dad hasn’t been around, Dean would be all over Sam in that backseat. That thing between them had actually started because Sam insisted on walking around in Dean’s clothes and one day Dean just couldn’t help himself anymore. They ripped his favorite AC/DC t-shirt that first time but Dean couldn’t bother to give a fuck when he had a lap full of freshly sixteen Sammy teeth deep into his neck, trying to suck the pulse out of him.

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Cake (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Originally posted by sympatheticpsychopath


PROMPT?:  Can you do a Grayson/Dami one where DAMI sees you as a mom figure and you’re dating dick and they sort of forget your birthday and your ballet performance which causes you to ignore for idk how long so they try to make it up to you a few days later?

A/N: kinda angsty and sad in the beginning, but fluffy and cute af in the end

WARNINGS: (f/n) = friend’s name, ballet, cursing

You didn’t feel the need to search for them in the audience, you had been talking about this recital for months and you were so blatantly excited. You had kissed Dick’s cheek at least twenty times before you left the house to get ready as he just grinned at your excitement while he sat on the couch. Damian had walked in just as you were leaving and you bent down to hug him, even twisting him around a little in your happiness. “Ummi, stop-” he couldn’t help but laugh, hugging you back, giving up resistance. Nothing could’ve ruined today. So when the two boys didn’t show up to your birthday party after the ballet performance, you wondered if maybe they got caught up in the press or lost their way to the back of the stage. And after half an hour, you got worried. You called your boyfriend endless times. Maybe they didn’t even make it to the recital, oh god. And when Bruce, out of all the boys, finally picked up, you were standing outside the theater in the rain crying. “(y/n)? Are you alright?” the fatherly voice rumbled through the phone as he heard you sniff and try your hardest to hold back your sobs. “Bruce, do you know where Dick and Damian are? They were supposed to come to my ballet recital and I don’t think they showed up and-” you whimpered, another large raindrop from the balcony hitting your head. “(y/n), the boys are here at the mansion. Don’t worry, they’re safe.” he said, almost confused. “They’re-they’re what? Um, okay, thank you Bruce.” you hung up without a response, standing in the rain, looking at each passing car. You felt a touch on your shoulder and you flinched, turning to see (f/n), leading you back inside to the party.

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anonymous asked:

i can't believe i'm seeing johnny depp on my dashboard how can you even support someone who is a proved abuser???? what he did is absolutely DISGUSTING, you reblogging him and supporting him is DISGUSTING, how you can stand with him and hate on amber who is the victim is DISGUSTING open your eyes and go kill yourself you'll be doing us all a favor people like you are exactly the reason why victims are afraid to seek help

Oh for fuck’s sake. first of all, to everyone reading this, please unfollow me if you support amber heard and/or hate johnny. I’m honestly so tired of choosing my words carefully. I have been on here for more than 5 years and I couldn’t care less. the negativity on this site grows each year and I’m the one who’s disgusted. some people on here are so obsessed with political correctness they don’t even realize how judgemental they’ve actually become, and can see things only from one perspective. preaching about acceptance and equality yet when someone has different views, you attack them and tell them it would be best if they killed themselves. now that’s disgusting. telling someone to kill themselves is fucking VILE. you’re telling me i’m a bad person for supporting johnny yet here you are telling me such horrible things without a second thought. i don’t know man, to me, that’s a bit hypocritical, but who am I to judge. also, this is the only hateful message I am going to answer, so don’t even bother. I have deleted many and I’m going to keep doing so, it’s just that this one went too far and I couldn’t ignore it.

Anyway, this goes to everyone - I’m tired of people criticizing me and sending hate daily because I support him and reblog photos of him every now and then. I shouldn’t be ashamed of loving a celebrity who was never found guilty. the claims were all bloody false, and the charges are dropped. please don’t be so ignorant and actually try to dig a bit deeper into the whole situation. collect as much information as you possibly can. believing everything the media has to say is just so wrong. attacking people for defending a falsely accused man is wrong. oh and try to get rid of the idea that women are always the victims, and are incapable of being manipulative, abusive and deceitful. it is much more common than you’d think, and than tumblr wants you to believe. I would also like to point out that the one with actual abuse history in this whole story is, in fact, miss amber heard. I’ll leave you with a few posts from people who recently went a bit more in depth and have stated the facts much better than I ever could. thank you very much.  
  xx, x 

anonymous asked:

We always have the saniwa being all motherly and patting the heads of the citadel children, but how would (Tonbokiri, Yamabushi and Kogarasumaru) react if the saniwa did the same to them?

Last one for now, I’ll stop spamming your dashboards I’m sorry rip but hey, with this out the askbox is down to 14 asks.

I’m kind of glad to see an ask like this, it’s really cute and nice.

• Gets kind of flustered but doesn’t say anything about it because he kind of likes it and wants you to do it again.

• Is initially confused but just laughs after a moment. He understands why the tanou enjoy it so much. He is honestly proud in receiving the affection.

• Gets incredibly embarrassed and assures you he is much to old to receive a gesture like that.

anonymous asked:

Hello, Lully! Regarding the minhyun salt allergy post, I was actually one of the ones who were worried but I was worried bc it kept appearing in my dashboard so I thought his allergy was kind of serious. After reading your response to it, I did feel kind of foolish worrying about it but it did help a lot! Only Minhyun knows his limits and will obviously let staff know if what he's doing is too much! So thank you for your insight! And I'm glad we have you in the fandom!

Which is exactly what I was worried about! When people spread posts like that it makes people worry when they really shouldn’t be, and so that’s why I made that post. Of course new fans were going to worry extra hard because so many people were spreading misinformation, making posts before they knew the truth of the matter, and even once corrected, accused those correcting them of being mean or exclusive! We’re just trying to keep everyone informed and level-headed, new fans are still learning these things so I just get a little frustrated when newer fans make these kind of sweeping statements because it can cause so much harm in so little time! 

I try to keep everyone updated, and I try to answer asks when I can (I have one regarding Baekho’s tattoos sitting in my inbox now, and I’m not ignoring you anon, I just need to get around to finding a good picture of the tattoo in question so I can properly answer your ask!) but it can be very exhausting when people choose to go to other new fans for information or completely disregard what I say because they want to accuse me of being a big ol’ meanie! 

I’m not saying I’m the only old NU’EST account capable of answering some of these asks, either! @nuestnewsletter is another news blog that has been here doing this even longer than I have! And @min2angel on twitter has been here since 2012 and she’s always willing to give people sources and explain things that happened! There are plenty of us willing to help guide new fans, it’s just that we’re usually met with some kind of aggressive resistance when we try. We’re only asking that the new fans please let us help them out, especially in situations like this that can easily worry people. We already have so much to worry about, we don’t need to add on to it with things that aren’t worth worrying over!

Thank you so much, anon. Your appreciation is appreciated in return, ha ha! 

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[scenario] awkward meeting!au

Pairing: reader x Wonwoo
Genre: garbage fluff
Word count: 929w
Warning(s): none
Prompt: (10.X) You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

tbh idk what to call this so i left it at awkward meeting!au bc it’s kinda awkward? :D


Your friend sighs as she runs her fingertips over lines of book spines on the shelf, muttering some author you don’t know. At the bookshelf behind her, you’re doing the same thing and sigh even louder when the author doesn’t pop up on any of the books in front of you.

You watch your friend, above the wrinkled, yellowed tops of books, stand up. “Maybe it’s really not here.”

“It’s a new book. There’s probably a lot of holds on it,” you reason from your side as you pull a random book out. You return the book in its place when you notice the attempts of holding the book together through layers of Scotch tape, scratched laminated cover, and even a couple of bent staples.

Footsteps shuffle down the stairs in a silent but mutual disappointment and out the door of the library.

Your friend throws her hands up in the air in defeat as you both step to the crosswalk empty-handed. “The library has ten copies, but they’re all gone right away.”

“Well, it is a new book.” You’re about to press the button to cross the street when you catch a boy at the other side of the crosswalk, with round glasses and bangs pressed across his forehead, waving at you. You hesitate to lift a hand out of politeness, even though you don’t even know the guy.

Your palm is in the air for a few seconds when your friend taps on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “I think he’s waving at the person behind you.”

You capture a glimpse behind you and find a tall guy with a couple of books and his hand up at the same person across the street. Your hand falls quickly and the blush burns your cheeks because I should’ve known that he wasn’t waving for me, why did I even do that?

You turn away but not before catching the guy smirking, with only a corner of his lips rising, as he drops his hand.

In the car ride home, you groan and want to punch and bang your head on the dashboard. “Why am I so dumb? Why did I think that the cute guy was waving at me?”

Your friend jumps in her seat and your heart beats hard in your chest as you spit a prayer that she won’t crash the car. Both of her hands grasp onto the steering wheel tight as she stops at a red light and looks at you. “You just called the guy cute, so that means you have to see the guy again.”


The next week drags by with your friend asking you to go back to the library “even if we don’t find the book. The book doesn’t matter as much as the guy.”

You grumble a no each time in fear of running into the cute guy with glasses.


The week after that, mentions of the cute guy with glasses die down and you get excited at the end of each day because at least you have some time to yourself to cleanse your mind from the embarrassment.


Hey can we try finding the book at the bookstore?, your friend’s message greets you when you wake up. When you tell her sure, since it’s not the library, she replies with a Tell me when you’re ready.

Before even gracing a heel into the bookstore, you catch familiar round glasses at the front of the store and the boy refilling empty shelves. You want to turn around and quickly trace your way to your friend’s car when she holds onto your hand and drags you into the bookstore.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s just go in and find the book.”

You both head to a part of the store where a sign with Young Adult hangs above, passing by towers of shelves with books standing in cutthroat precision. Your friend takes one shelf and you take the one across from it and try to find the book.

After a couple of minutes, you switch over to the bookshelf behind and start searching again. While you look, there’s a tap on your shoulder from your friend and you mutter a, “I haven’t found the book yet.”

Still dragging your fingers across the book spines, there’s a ghost of a tap on your shoulder a few seconds later that you don’t recognize at first. You stand up, pat the dust from your knees and feel your legs ache to collapse back down when it’s the round glasses that greet you instead of your friend. In his hands, a few copies of the book your friend is desperate for rest on his palm.

Your lips trip on themselves and part and close whenever, uncertain whether or not you should offer a conversation.

His voice is soft and deep when he shyly scratches the back of his neck and asks, “Do you need help finding any books?”

You glance at his eyes and back down to the books in his hand. “Actually, you’re holding the book I’m looking for.”

He laughs a little before handing you a copy. You mumble a thank you and an awkward silence falls between both of you. “My name is Wonwoo,” he starts slowly. “And I’m really sorry for waving…or for making you think I was waving at you.”

You shake your head and embarrassment revives and kicks you in the gut. “I’m y/n, and it’s okay. It’s not the first time it happened.”

“Well, I’ll definitely wave to you from now on, y/n.”


a/n 2: ha…ha…i feel bad for using the library/bookstore/another book place again for a scenario but it was the only one i could think of; maybe it’s because i miss going to the bookstore

i feel like my writing style went downhill again woops

anonymous asked:

What would a raven and murphy roadtrip involve?

This ended up being much gayer then I originally planned but I could not care less 

  • “Jesus, you suck at backing out of this driveway.” “No it’s just your fat ass making us heavier.”
  • Raven won’t stop beating Murphy with her map so he throws it out the window
  • Murphy wearing black sweaters and combat boots the whole time
  • Raven the blue Jean, white shirt, leather jacket look
  • Lots of greasy diner food
  • Getting out of the car in the middle of the highway to have a push up competition (and totally Raven whoops his ass)
  • Bar fights
  • "I can’t believe you hit the homophobic piece of shit with a metal stool.” “I can’t believe you kicked him in the face after he went down.”
  • Getting absolutely shit faced on whiskey shots and passing out on top of the car
  • “Murphy did you hot box my car again?”
  • Screaming matches about Raven running from her problems and Murphy hiding from his
  • Raven walks to the side of the road and screams at the top of her lungs for a minute before climbing back in the car
  • “I know you didn’t mean that, but you will not say another word unless its I’m sorry for once in your pathetic life.”
  • He makes it a grand total of two hours before he breaks down and sobs out “I’m sorry for once.”
  • “Murphy, no, you can not make out with the lumberjack.” “But he has arms the size of the tree trunks he cuts down.” “If you fuck him, I’m fucking the bartender.” “Go for it, it’s his sister.”
  • “I’m sick of diner coffee can we please go to-” “Murphy, we are not going to Starbucks.”
  • “Oooooh a birthday cake Frappuccino!” “I hate you.”
  • Leaning out the car windows and screaming as loud as they can
  • "Jaha was not trying to sell your drugs, Raven.” “Yes he was. He’s a drug pusher. He pushes drugs.”
  • Breaking down on the side of the road and Murphy falls asleep with his feet up on the dashboard as a Raven fixes it
  • “RAVEN DID YOU SERIOUSLY  PACK YOU’RE ENTIRE DUFFEL BAG WITH FIREWORKS?!” “Maybe…Wanna set them all off at once?” “Fuck yeah I do.”
  • Murphy putting an arm around Raven shoulders and her kissing his cheek as they watch the sky light up

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