never had a heart to mend

She [Marlene] is brave, beautiful, loyal, kind and generous. She is never boring and is as lovely looking in the morning in a G.I. shirt, pants and combat boots as she is at night or on the screen. She has an honesty and a comic and tragic sense of life that never let her be truly happy unless she loves… If she had nothing more than her voice she could break your heart with it. But she has that beautiful body and the timeless loveliness of her face. It makes no difference how she breaks your heart if she is there to mend it. 

- Ernest Hemingway

THE SIGNS AS ELECTRA HEART LYRICS

Aries: Think you’re gonna break my heart. Think you’re funny, think you’re smart. Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art. - “Power and Control”

Taurus:  Yeah, I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle. Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title. Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super suicidal. - “Teen Idle”

Gemini:  I guess you could say that my life’s a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress. I’m the image of deception. - “Homewrecker”

Cancer:  Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know, oh. I can’t let you go, can’t let you go, oh. I just want it to be perfect, to believe it’s all been worth the fight. - “Lies”

Leo: Living life like I’m in a play, In the lime light I want to stay. I know I’ve got a big ego. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. - “Primadonna”

Virgo:  I never sang for love. I never had a heart to mend because before the start began, I always saw the end. Yeah, I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me, but nothing’s ever gonna give, I’ll never set you free. - “Starring Role”

Libra:  I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out ‘cause that’s what young love is all about. So pull me closer, and kiss me hard. I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart. - “Bubblegum Bitch”

Scorpio:  Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start, and now I die slow. - “Valley of the Dolls”

Sagittarius:  When you’re around me, I’m radioactive. My blood is burning, radioactive. I’m turning radioactive. My blood is radioactive. My heart is nuclear, love is all that I fear. - “Radioactive”

Capricorn: And now I see, I see it for the first time, there is no crime in being kind. Not everyone is out to screw you over. Maybe, oh just maybe they just wanna get to know you. - “Fear and Loathing”

Aquarius: All my life I’ve felt it deep inside of me. All this time was fighting for what I believe. All my life I’ve tried to hide what history has given me. - “Sex Yeah”

Pisces:  All I really want is to be wonderful. People in this town they, they can be so cruel. I live my life inside a dream, only waking when I sleep. If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all. - “The State of Dreaming”

It’s her, but it’s not her ! 1/2 - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : Bruce and the batkids are thrown into an alternate reality where their wife/mother, “the Batmom”…isn’t theirs, but Superman’s. Needless to say, they can’t wait to get home. 

I can’t help but feel like I could’ve write something better around that idea…might re-write everything at some point, because meh. Hope you’ll still like it :/.

PART 2 !

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His worst nightmare was unfolding in front of him. 

Or, at least, one of his worst nightmare. 

She was kissing him. And from the look of it, it wasn’t just a chaste little kiss, or a small peck on the lips…No, it was a full on make-out session right there. 

After yet another Justice League problem, Batman and his kids accidentally travelled to another dimension, exchanging their place with the Dark knight and his sidekicks from this World. They were currently in the JLA’s headquarters. Bruce was expecting things to be different, but he never thought about his wife being…Superman’s. 

Or at least, it was his girlfriend, given the fact that he was eating her face since they arrived. They didn’t even notice them entering, accompanied with Diana, Dinah, Arthur and Oliver. Usually, Bruce was the one kissing you passionately and making everyone uncomfortable (he wasn’t much for PDA, but you didn’t give a flying fuck about it, and he could never resist you…). 

Diana cleared her throat…and you and Clark didn’t move at all, still kissing each others. The amazon turned to Bruce and his sons, and, with an apologetic look, said : 

-I’m sorry. They were both on missions for the past month, they hum…missed each other I guess…

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a/n: oh god, schools been killing me - about one coffee away from a nervous breakdown, so sorry for not being as active. here’s a gift, i love you! 

synopsis: a love sick fool - a love sick, lust sick puppy dog Shawn is. He’s gonna call you, nothing like drunk calling your ex.

warnings: nsfw.- slight smut at one part

Originally posted by shavvnsmendes

“Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? 
‘Cause I always do 
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through” - arctic monkeys, do i wanna know? 


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Can I Be Her - Part 2

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: fluff, sad, happy ending

Word Count: 1,106

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: Don’t hate me… lol. 

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You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final.

You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.

“You just going to stay there forever?” Harrison said at the edge of your bed.

“Until I die!” You voice was muffled under the comforter.

“Suit yourself” He rolled his eyes.

Harrison walked over to one side of the bed and yanked the blankets off you. He instantly covered his nose with the back of his hand looking down at your horrid state. “What died in here?!” He grimaced at the smell.

“My heart” You whined.

“You need to get over him Y/N. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”.

You knew he had a point, but how could you get over the only person you loved.

“Come on then, lets get you in the shower”. 

Harrison picked you up like a baby and entered your connected bathroom. He told you to raise your arms to proceed taking off your shirt. “Turn around” He motioned. You slowly turned not caring if he was about to see you bare and naked. He felt him remove your bra slowly pushing in down your arms. Your bare back now facing him. “You can’t bottle this all up Y/N. You have to let me in at some point” He whispered in your ear. He continued taking your shorts and underwear off. He also removed his shirt and shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

He stepped in the tub sitting down before pulling you down on his lap. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water. You nuzzled your head on top of Harrison shoulder.

“Thank you” You whispered closing your eyes.

“Your welcome darling” He kissed your hair.


You were finally able to pull yourself together with the help of Harrison. He was the only one who could bring back the old you. The only thing missing was to get his two best friends to make up. You still haven’t spoken to Tom, which Harrison kept trying to get you to contact him or just talk to him even if it was for a mere second.

“At least talk to him!”.

“Why? I have nothing to say to him!” You flailed your arms around.

“I can’t keep watching my two best friends fall apart over something so stupid!”.

You were taken back. That hurt way more than you thought. You stared at him in shock.

“You think my heart being broken is stupid…” You muttered.

“W-what no no no that’s not what I meant. Y/N your feelings are not stupid” He approached you quickly. He embraced you in his arms reassuring you.

“I just can’t face him right now Harrison. Please tell me you understand that”.

“I do. I get it okay. You just need time okay” He nodded.

“Yeah” You nodded as well.

“How about we go out to take your mind off this. You need it more than ever” He smiled at you.

“That sounds great actually” You breathed out.

Harrison took you around New York to your favorite pizza place, and your favorite park.

“It so peaceful” You breathed in the air watched all the people go beyond their days.

“It is isn’t it”.

“Harrison thank you for this” You turned to face him.

“It was nothing rea-”

“No not this. I mean thank you for being there for me. For getting me back to my feet” You smiled gratefully at him.

“I’d do anything for you” He shook his head.

“Come on now there’s still lots more to do” He held out his hand to which you took and stood up as well.

“Where are we going?” You laughed as he kept dragging your hand at a fast pace.

“Anywhere you want” He looked back at you smiling.

He continued guiding you out of the park passing New Yorkers who were in a rush. You both exited the gate proceeding to walk amongst the busy sidewalks. You were walking behind him as you past a magazine stand, when something caught your attention. “Harrison hold up” You tugged your arm back from his grip. He stopped too.

You approached the stand closer and picked up a magazine. On the front cover was Tom and Zendaya together, they truly looked happy together. Although that wasn’t enough to break your heart, it was the caption that was underneath their photo that did the trick.

Hollywood's young lovers Tom Holland and Zendaya soon to Mr and Mrs. Pg 9.

You stared at it with your mouth agape. You could feel a stream of tears about to emerge. 

“Y/N…” He spoke hesitantly.

“T-they’re…engaged?” You breathed out.

“I’m sorry Y/N”.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” You looked at him in disbelief.

“He was”.

“When!? Before or after their wedding?”.

“You have to let him go Y/N”.

“How do I do that!”.

“You find someone else”.

“Like who” You shook your head.

“Someone like me” He whispered.

“Harrison-”.

“No you just listen, okay? I love you Y/N L/N. You are the best thing I that has ever happened to me. And yes, I was somewhat hurt when you told me how you felt about Tom, but I love you. I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart over someone who doesn’t deserve you. Tom doesn’t love you Y/N I do and I always have”. He finished with a sigh.

You stared at him in shock. How come you’ve never noticed it before. It was never Tom, it was Harrison all this time.

You took a step forward and cupped his cheeks pulling him down for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

“What would I do without you” You muttered. Your forehead touching his.

“I don’t know…but all I know is that were going to be okay. You’re going to be okay” He gave you one more tenderly kiss.


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Kiss Me

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader

2,217 Words (including lyrics)

Warnings: Extremely romantic fluff. May cause emotions and physical responses such as unwanted tears and the need to snuggle.

A/N: This is for the lovely @d-s-winchester as entry in her Fall In Love With Fall Challenge. My prompt was the picture used below. I also used “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran as inspiration as well as some lyrics in the fic. I hope you all enjoy.  

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Y/N sat by the motel window, knees to her chest, tears spilling silently. It wasn’t a cry for attention or from pain, it was a cleanse; a release of all the pent rage and stress from weeks on the road.

She tried to stay as quiet as possible, didn’t want to wake the boys, they needed to sleep; but her deep, staccato breaths broke through Sam’s dreams and he rolled over towards her silhouette. Her face was hidden by the darkness of the room, but the flickering orange burn of the streetlights outside set her outline aglow.

“Y/N?” He whispered, his voice cracking from sleep as he sat up on one elbow and squinted into the dark.

She wiped at her eyes and let out a breath, conjuring up a smile as she met his eyes. “Hey,” she whispered back. “Did I wake you?”

Sam nodded, but he wasn’t angry to be woken, and only concern filled his face.

“Sorry,” Y/N said, trying to smile again, but as she looked at Sam, her shoulders fell. Her lip began to shake again, and the flood returned. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t even slow it down; once released, she had to let it all out.

“Hey, no…” Sam scooted back on the bed and lifted the blanket, gently patting the space he’d made next to him. “Come here.”

“I’m OK,” she said, shaking her head and looking away. She wasn’t one to admit defeat, to need attention or ask for it. But Sam knew that she needed it.

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Falling Deeper

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Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “Hiii LOVE UR BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH IT HURTS❤️❤️, i was wondering if you could write a justin x reader imagine, where the reader and Justin have been friends for a long time and everyone thinks they’re dating but they’re not. Like they would flirt, have inside jokes, feeling for each other(but won’t admit) and one day when Justin asks the reader to crash in her house cuz of Seth they confess their feelings and flufff”

Words: 2.000

A/N: OMG! This my first Justin imagine and I so loved this little nugget too. Thank you for your support and I hope that you like this one too. Thank you so much for your request and, if you want, please don’t hesitate to leave a feedback in my ask box.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/M/N) is Your Mother’s Name, talking of family issues, swearing.


“Am I seeing you tomorrow, Jus?” You confidently asked your best friend as you decided to go directly home after your classes. You were in the hallway, in front of your now-closed locker.

“Of course, pretty.” He winked at you and you let out a loud laugh. He was a great flirt and that was one of the characteristics you loved in Justin.

“Shut up, sweet talker!” You tried to cover the romantic excitement that flowed in your veins and he just hugged you as he knew that you loved it whenever he would compliment you.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you as you nodded for several times to answer. You hugged him back.

“Just get together already!” Your friend Jessica exclaimed as she got through you and Justin along the hallway. She winked and you saw that Sherie agreed with her. They were surely making their way to the gym for the cheerleading practice.

“But they’re already together.” Zach shouted to the girls as he shut his locker and followed them.

“Idiots!” You shouted as you broke the hug between the two of you. “I’m going now, Mr. Foley.”

“Alright, Mrs. Foley.” You both laughed loudly. He started to call you in that way, because you both had to pretend that you were husband and wife the day before. Some maniacs were trying to hit on you and he came up with that idea, it sucked but you loved it.

“You should take care too, okay? Don’t break a bone during your basketball practice.” You reminded him after you left a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Mum!” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your temple. With that kiss, you felt protected and it felt that Justin was with you, even though he’s not walking you home that day.

“Go on or you’ll be late.” You smiled at him as you both went in separated ways.

“Text me as soon as you get home, okay?” He walked in backwards as he wanted to see if you were already walking away.

“Yes, sir!” You huffed as you wanted to stay with him a little longer, but you had projects to finish and coach Patrick never let people to enter the gym during his teams’ practices.

You slowly walked back home and Justin never left your thoughts. He stayed in your mind even when you were doing your homework.

You loved Justin, because who wouldn’t, and he made you happy every time. He could be considered as an asshole by some students, but you knew that he had a kind heart. He could be weak too, mostly when it came to his family, but you always knew how to cheer him up and how to mend his broken heart.

People has always thought that you were together, because you couldn’t be you without Justin and Justin couldn’t be him without you. You completed each other, even though you were just best friends. You flirted and sometimes people mistook your actions, but you never admitted your feelings to him. You were obviously shy to admit it, you thought that it was flustering because you didn’t know if he felt the same towards you, even though his friends said that the feeling was mutual.

“(Y/N)!” Your mum called as dinner was ready and you didn’t notice it as you were so focused on finishing your Communications’ project and thinking of Justin. “Dad’s not home before 10 pm and he told me to not wait for him.”

“I’m coming.” You shouted as you ran downstairs, stopping in front of the front door when you heard the bell ringing. “I’m opening it.”

“Sure!” Your mum shouted from the kitchen as you heard the glasses clinking while she was preparing the table.

“Justin!” You worriedly called his name as you opened your front door. You were happy to see him, of course, but not after seeing his dull gaze. “What happened?”

“Can I,” he started as you saw him angry and down at the same time. “is it all right if I crash here tonight?” He bit his lower lip as he looked at the ground. He was so shy to ask you some favours, although you’ve been best friends for a long time now.

“Of course, Jus!” You sadly smiled at him as you already hinted that something was wrong in his house. You let him enter the house and you closed the door behind you. “Have you already eaten?”

“Uhm,” He felt more relaxed and relieved that he finally found someone who could help him for the night, although you were really his first choice. “not really.”

“Then have dinner with us.” You smiled as him as you pulled his hand and headed to the kitchen.

“Good evening, (Y/M/N)!” Justin politely greeted and your mum flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile. You let his hand go as you took his blue sports bag off his shoulder.

“Good evening, Justin.” Your mother greeted. “Have you had your dinner yet?”

“He didn’t, Mum.” You answered for Justin as you knew that he was feeling a little bit uncomfortable. After all this time, he was still shy around your mother.

“Oh, eat with us!” Your mother panicked as she put an extra plate with a glass and the cutlery.

“Thank you.” Justin warmly smiled as he felt loved. You knew that he didn’t get much attention from his mother like how you did and he had serious problems at home, that was why you always tried to be there for him.

The three of you sat on your places and you shared a warm and delicious food together.

“Mum,” You seriously called her attention as you carefully chewed your food. “can Justin stay for the night?”

“Yes, of course! The guest room is always ready for him.” Your mother smiled sadly as she sensed that Justin had his family problems once again. It wasn’t the first time that Justin was crashing in your place and he has been welcomed by your parents with their arms widely opened.

“Thank you, really.” Justin was overwhelmed for the help that he was receiving and it made you love him even more because he knew how to appreciate the small things.

“Justin, you are always welcome in our family. Don’t hesitate to ask for help, okay?” Your mother reminded and Justin smiled while nodding in response.
After dinner, Justin helped you to clear the table and to wash the dishes.

“Jus,” You called him as you turned the faucet off and wiped your hands to dry them. “do you want to watch the stars?”

“Cheesy night ahead?” He winked at you and his gaze became bright once again. You knew that he felt better, but you still wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t keep his resentments to himself.

“Don’t you like it, Mr. Foley?” You hugged him from behind while he was drying the last plate.

“I do, Mrs. Foley.” He responded and you just let out some cute giggles. After some seconds, he put the last plate on its place and he wiped his hand using the towel.

You and Justin then headed to your house’s roof with two blankets and some chocolate bars. You used to do this when you were little and you would fall asleep on the roof while watching the stars with your parents.

Justin fixed one blanket on the flattened part of the roof and you both lied down on the blanket as you admired the starry sky.

“These stars are so bright.” You commented, being amazed at the protuberances that you were seeing.

“But those stars aren’t as bright as my life with you.” Justin sweetly said as he looked at you and you suddenly felt the heat in your cheeks.

“Aw, Justin!” You were flattered and you wouldn’t deny that. He knew how to make you smile and, in fact, he flashed you his warm smile when he saw you smiling.

“(Y/N), I am so happy to be with you right now.” He looked back at the sky and he sighed as he thought of his situation at home.

“And I am happy to have you here, Justin.” You smiled at him as you saw that he was focused at admiring the dark sky.

“And I thank you for that.” He seriously said, searching for your hand as a tear ran down his face. “Seth’s been stressing me since he came back to my mother. I was already happy that they broke up, but my mother kept on welcoming him home, although she knew that he would hurt me, although he hurts her too.”

“Jus, your mother has just loved somebody that couldn’t appreciate things. He’s an asshole, I know that, but it wasn’t your mother’s fault.” Justin intertwined his fingers with yours as you explained him how the things really were.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t feel that my mother cares about me anymore. I mean, she would stumble to serve that reckless ungrateful man as if she’s a maid.” Justin sighed as he worried of his mother. He cared for his mum and you couldn’t deny how great he was as a son.

“Justin,” you faced him and caressed his cheek with your free hand. “it’s not fair, but your mother is blinded by her love. Unluckily.” You sighed. “I am sure, though, that she cares about you. She’s just afraid to show it, because Seth hates you to death. She’s afraid of the consequences.”

“What a fucked-up situation.” He bit his lower lip as he shook his head, switching his gaze from the sky to your face.

“I know, but I am here for you Justin.” You caught each other’s glances and he smiled at you.

“Honestly?” You put on your questioning look and he looked at your lips and then he looked back at your eyes. “My world got better since you came into my life.”

“Aw, Justin.” You flashed him your flattered and touched smile. “You’re the sweetest.”

“It’s the truth and I would never lie to you.” Justin caressed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair covering your face.

“Why is that?” You put your hand on his and you caressed it with your thumb. Your hand was small compared to his and you were amazed because it was so soft and smooth for a boy.

“Because I’m falling deeper in love with you.” He confessed his feelings and you felt the heat and the burning sensation in your face one more time. “I love you, (Y/N) and I don’t want to lose you.” He was brief, but he knew how to explain his hidden feelings.

“Justin, you are the sweetest person ever.” You bit your lower lip and he flashed you his sweetest smile, that smile that you loved the most in him. “And you would never believe it, but I love you too, for a while too.”

“Really?” His eyes grew wide as the words flushed in his mind.

“Really!” You gave him your confirmation and his smile grew bigger, just as big as yours, teeth confidently showing.

He leant in as he was about to close the gap between the two of you. He was really a gentleman, even though he seemed an asshole. “Can I?”

“Is that even a question to ask?” You winked at him and you leant in a little bit closer as you both laughed loudly.

You both moved forward and you closed the gap between the two of you. The cold breeze of air stung your skins and the stars shone up in the sky while you shared a long and sweet passionate kiss.

You waited for that moment to happen for a more than a century now and you couldn’t believe that it happened as you felt butterflies playing in your stomach.

You surely were happy and, like Justin, you were falling deeper in love with him too.


hero ☾peter parker

summary : peter can’t save everyone. he knows that. he just never anticipated one of those people being you. 

word count : 2.7k

author’s note : i wrote the word heart so many times it lowkey makes me wanna die lol goodnight hope you enjoy

  Head in his hands, Peter’s chest felt tighter than it ever had before. He could feel his heart, heavy as it was, beating slowly, reluctantly, behind his ribcage. The gentle shattering of it was all he knew how to feel at this point, and he figured the sheer pain was bound to crush him eventually, if it hadn’t already. He’d felt this agony before, twice in fact, but his identity as Spider-Man made him confident that as long as he continued to fight the way he did, he would be able to protect his loved ones for quite sometime, never having to go through this sort of suffering again. 

   Yet there he was, his head resting against the wall of his messy bedroom as he slumped against his bed with his eyes closed, wishing it was him that had almost bled out instead of you. 

  God, how he wished it had been him instead of you, the one good, pure, beautiful thing in his life. His heart was aching at the thought of you lying in that hospital bed instead of him, comatose for three days before you woke up, your ribs on the mend and twenty three stitches scarring your cheek. And it was his fault, all of it. 

    He wasn’t there to walk you home that night, the way he did every other night. If only he’d been a bit more stubborn, more determined to get to you. He did, in the end, but he hadn’t been fast enough. Not even nearly fast enough. He’d been two blocks from you when it happened. If only he had ran faster. He called you to let you know he was on his way, not to move until he was there because he was going to be there and he was going to walk you home no matter what even if it meant missing curfew- curfew didn’t matter to him that much as long as he knew you were safely sitting in your apartment. 

   “Hey my love,” he had greeted you, “I’m on my way. Don’t move until I get there. Please. Be safe, I love you. I’ll be there in five minutes.” You had picked up your phone to reply to the voicemail, but your phone ended up smashed on the ground before you could, knocked out of your hand. There was a tight grip on your hair, tied back in a ponytail because of the summer heat, and you barely had time to register what was happening. 

  Peter arrived three minutes after. He was confused. You always answered his calls back relatively quickly, and while he understood that sometimes you just forget or were busy, he was worried. It was ten o'clock at night, he knew you had your phone on you- 

    He stopped short when he saw your phone, open to his voicemail, lying there on the ground with the screen cracked and no sign of you anywhere. He could feel his blood running cold as he picked it up, staring around the empty street. Then, he heard the agonizing screams, exploding in his skull. And though each part of him was pleading to every higher power he could think of that it wasn’t, he knew it was you. He ran toward the sound, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat and in his ears and in his head. He heard footsteps rounding hurriedly rounding a corner behind him but didn’t bother to look back. He didn’t give a shit about the attacker, not right now. 

   It was you that mattered. You, who he dropped to his knees beside. He cradled your head in his arms, the way he had done so many times before except this time the side of your face was gushing blood in a way he had never seen. “Y/N, Y/N, oh my god, oh my god,” his voice broke. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be fine. I swear, you’re gonna be okay, baby. I promise.” 

  “Peter? Oh, hi Peter,” you smiled weakly up at him, your eyes drifting between open and closed. “My- my head hurts, Peter, it hurts really bad-” You must’ve hit your head on the concrete.

   “Just keep your eyes open, baby, okay, just keep them open for me.” He fumbled around for his cell phone, dialing 911 as quickly as his clumsy fingers could manage. He was still holding you in his arms, trying to quell the bleeding with a ripped part of his t-shirt but you were bleeding everywhere and it was so hard to keep up- “I have an emergency, please you need to get here as soon as possible please I have a person here who was attacked we’re on- Y/N? Baby, c’mon, c’mon- stay with me?” He repeated the address to the operator and hung up. “Stay with me, Y/N, please stay with me, don’t die on me, you can’t, don’t leave me, please.” 

   He didn’t know what else to do besides wait. He could hear the faintest sounds of the ambulance in the distance but he couldn’t hear you breathing and that was the only thing he wanted to hear. He gently shook your shoulders, his vision blurry, “C’mon, my love, please don’t leave me just yet- you’ve gotta stay with me, please, Y/N.” And he was crying, crying, crying into your hair and clutching you so tightly he was afraid of suffocating you. Your heartbeat was barely there. “You’re gonna be okay. You have to stay here.” The rest of the night was a blur from there. He rode in the ambulance to Jamaica Hospital, sat in the waiting room with tears streaming down his face and snapping at people who gave him pitying looks, even if they were trying to be sympathetic. 

   Aunt May arrived there, too, because Peter had been questioned by the police and they had called her to be there. They knew the Parkers. Uncle Ben had been attacked, too. When she got there, Peter had collapsed in her arms in the middle of the lobby, crying harder than she had ever seen, blood soaking through his shirt. Your parents got there next, your little brother so terrified at the sight of your boyfriend standing on wobbly legs. They told him that if Peter hadn’t found you, you might not have made it. That he saved you. 

   But as he walked into your hospital room hours later after your surgery, he felt like the most pathetic excuse for a hero the world has ever seen. He had never felt like less of a hero. What sort of savior was he, if you were lying there, eyes closed and hooked up to a heart monitor? What type of hero was that? 

   He wasn’t one. That was the end of that.

   Peter hadn’t been to visit you since, not even when your brother had texted him that you were awake. He couldn’t. He didn’t deserve to. It should have been him. Never you. Everyone tried to convince him otherwise. Ned pleaded with him to visit, Michelle had confronted him in the middle of the cafeteria and made him cry, Flash told anyone who would listen that Peter was a terrible boyfriend- and Peter couldn’t bring himself to disagree. He just hung his head and accepted the torment and did everything in silence from then on. He kept his earbuds in for most of the day, just so he didn’t have to listen to anyone ask him about you. 

  “Honey, you know she’s asking for you,” May said, leaning against the doorframe of his room. He turned his head away. “You can’t hide from her, Peter. You love her. I know you blame yourself for this-” He didn’t reply, but he turned his music up louder and threw his comforter over himself. 

   She was right, as she usually was. He still didn’t want to listen. May sighed. He’d come around eventually. Peter felt a slight vibration next to him, opening his eyes to see a message from Happy. 

   Tony wants to see you. Now. 

   Peter texted back, I’m busy. Can’t.

   Another text came in. He says it’s urgent. 

   With a groan, Peter got out of bed. His legs were shaking from lying down so long. He couldn’t imagine how it would feel for you once you were able to get out of bed. He locked his door so May couldn’t walk in and see that he had left. He put on his suit, slipping the mask over his face even though he knew he didn’t even deserve to hold the title of superhero right now. He knew he would meet Tony at the roof of Peter’s building, peeling the mask away from his face as he waited for him to arrive. 

   His Iron Man suited landed him behind with a soft thud. Peter didn’t look. “Are you really here or is it just the stupid suit again?” He asked, harsher than he meant to. The metal creaked. 

   “I’m here, kid,” Tony said, his hand resting on Peter’s shoulder when he came up behind him. 

   “Happy said you needed me. What is it?” Peter wanted to get right to the point so he could crawl back under his covers and listen to the saddest playlist he could find.  

   “You should really go visit Y/N.”  

   “Who told you about that?” He turned to look up at Mr. Stark, confusion flashing across his face. He brushed his hand off his shoulder. “I can’t, anyway.” Peter looked back toward the city, Manhattan just beyond reach. 

   “Your aunt called me. She thought you’d listen to me more than her. Which is wrong, by the way. She’s a very wonderful woman and you should listen to her often.” Tony was only joking, trying to get the kid to exhibit some sort of emotion other than sadness. 

  Peter glared. “Stop hitting on my aunt.” Well, now he was angry. Close enough. “I don’t want to visit Y/N, okay? It’s my fault she’s in there, my fault she almost died. If I had just gotten there sooner, this never would’ve happened. You should just take this suit away from me again, because I don’t deserve it. I’m an awful person. I’m not a hero.” 

   “Kid, you can’t save everyone. That’s part of the job. But one thing you did do was save Y/N. Even if you don’t think so. You think she’d be alive right now if you hadn’t found her? Probably not. You’re lucky you did. I know that she knows that, too. You can’t beat yourself up over this. Y/N is alive, Peter. You have to go and see for yourself.” Tony walked away, stepping back into his own suit. “No one blames you. So stop blaming yourself, and stop being so damn self deprecating. That’s my thing.” 

   He left Peter there, with his legs dangling off the edge of the building. Finally, he swung back down through his window, put on regular clothes and pulled sneakers onto his feet. He brushed his hair, he splashed cold water on his face. He unlocked his bedroom door and walked out into the living room where May was sitting on the couch with a book propped open on her lap. 

  Clearing his throat, Peter gave her a shaky smile. “Do I look okay?” 

  May clasped her hands together, beaming at her nephew. “You look great. Y/N will think so, too.” Peter nodded, walking over to give his aunt a kiss on the cheek. 

   He walked out of the apartment with his hands shoved in his pockets, got on the E train, and tried to remain calm. You’d been awake for nearly three days now, he should’ve been there sooner. A week in the hospital and Peter had only been there beside you when you were passed out, and even then, only once. He showed up at the hospital a good ten minutes before visiting hours were over, thank God. He would’ve stayed in the lobby all night if he had been forced to, but this made things so much easier. 

  Your door opened slowly, and you sat up in bed. Your family had just left a half hour ago, there was no way they were back yet. Then, you saw that familiar, hesitant stance, the messy honey colored hair, the Midtown sweatshirt that he practically lived in, and breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s about time, Parker.” 

   He shook his head as he laughed, sitting down at the chair next to your bed and taking it all in. You looked perfectly fine, healthy even, but you would have a scar marring the side of your face for the rest of your life and he knew there was a gash deep in your side, which was how you had almost died in the first place. He knew your two of your ribs had been practically kicked in and that you had bruises covering your torso. But you were still radiant, grinning at him. So happy that he was there. 

   “I know, I’m sorry,” he held out his hand, and you held it. “D’you hate me?”

   “For what?” You furrowed your brow. 

   “For not getting there in time to walk you home.” He let out a long, slow breath, his voice hitching. “I- I should’ve ran to be with you. I knew something like this would happen and you almost died. I suck at everything. I even suck at the one thing I thought I was good at. I’m a shit boyfriend and a shit Spider-Man. Your parents kept telling me that I was a hero. But if I was, I would’ve gotten there in time to strangle whoever did this to you. This wouldn’t have happened to you at all if I was really a hero.” 

   He rubbed his eyes with his sweater sleeve. “I don’t deserve-” 

   Without thinking, you pressed your finger to his lips. “I never thought I would say this but Peter, my love, please shut up. Right now.” He gulped, then nodded. “You are worthy of a million great things. You deserve to be a hero, to be Spider-Man. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have that suit that you put on every night. You wouldn’t go out and save people every day. You not only deserve to be a hero, but you are one. If not in your eyes, in mine.” 

   “But-” 

   “No,” you said firmly. “You are a hero, Peter Parker. You saved my life. I don’t care what you think about yourself because that’s what I think. And I-” You stopped. You didn’t want him to think you were just saying it because he rescued you. That was the last thing you wanted. People said crazy things after they were saved by someone, and if he thought that was the case here, you’d feel awful. 

   “Y/N, you don’t have to say it…” He raised his hand to your face, bringing you closer to him. Your foreheads touched lightly and your eyes closed. 

   “I mean it, though.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, mumbling it against him, “I love you. I mean it. I love you and your heroism and your intelligence and your kindness and the way that you think you’re funny even though you’re not. I really love you.” 

   He grinned against your lips, a weight lifted off his shoulders. He felt feather light. He pulled away just slightly, so he could look at you as he said it. “I love you, too. More than anything. If you had died, I don’t know what I would have done. I would have been a wreck. Thank you for staying with me. Thank you for holding on. I love you.” Now that he had said the three words that set his mind spinning, he didn’t think he would ever stop saying. 

   “You wanna know how I held on?” 

   “How?” 

    “I listened to the voice of my hero, of my Peter. I heard you.” You rest your head against your pillow. “I wasn’t about to leave you just yet. We still have a long way to go together.” You moved over, leaving room on the pillow for him. “There’s no room on the bed, can you just sleep on the pillow? I don’t want you to leave.” 

   “Of course.” He didn’t care that it’d be uncomfortable. “Anything for you.” 

   His heart soared when you squeezed his hand, saying quietly, “My hero.” 

waking up ( super fricken fluffy )

authors note: i woke up to my cat this morning, but it made me think of how cool it will be someday to actually wake up to the love of my life

You attempted to open your eyes but the sun blinded you. You had been dreaming of some kind of warmth, like the beach or maybe a dessert, you didn’t exactly remember. But whatever it was, it made sense considering you were sleeping right under the sun. It was so bright through the curtains, and you decided to turn over away from it so you could actually see. As you you turned on the opposite side of your body, you saw your favorite person in the whole world, Shawn. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. You wanted to reach out and touch his cheek but you didn’t want to wake him, so instead you kept your hands to yourself and watched him sleep. He would probably wake up soon anyway. It wasn’t early but it wasn’t late either. It didn’t matter either way, because for once, you and Shawn had a free day, where you didn’t have to get up and get dressed to be ready to be somewhere. It was glorious. As glorious as the sun you were now soaking up as you lay in bed waiting for Shawn to wake up. You stretched slowly trying not to make your movement noticeable, until Shawn turned towards you and licked his lips. His eyes were still closed but you could tell he was awake.

His cheeks were a little pink and his hair was a beautiful mess, a mess you ran your hands through as you reached over to him. He smiled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer by using his own hands to wrap yours around his waist. You were now wrapped around him completely as he kissed your head. His eyes were now open and you could feel him looking at you as you ran your fingers up and down his back under his t-shirt. You were both quiet. You almost wanted to break the silence and ask him if he wanted breakfast or something, but you didn’t really want to get up, and you figured he didn’t either since he hasn’t said anything. So instead you just layed there for a little longer inhaling his scent, and taking in everything you held. What you held in your arms right now, was something you never though you’d have. You had someone who cared about you right next to you, actually closer than next to you, they were in your grasp. You had someone who loved you and you loved them. You could feel your heart fluttering as you felt Shawn kiss your head again, and finally speaking up;

“I love you.” He said in his precious raspy morning voice.

You smiled so big, almost laughing.

“I love you more.”

“Mmm, I love you most.” Shawn said and pulled you closer

hey

link having a nightmare in sidons bed

sidon being woken by links frenetic shivering flush against his body to find him crunched into an impossibly tight ball, hands tangled in his hair in trembling white fists, thin chest heaving hard enough to crack his fragile ribs

sidon wanting to whisper links name, wanting to roused him and tell him it was all a dream but hearing the soft, terrified murmurs slipping from his cracked lips; straining to make them out until he can hear distinctly “please dont leave me”

sidons chest tightening in helpless pain at his suffering, wanting to end his night terrors but not wanting him to brush off his obvious issues like he always did when he was awake because seeing him deny his pain for sidons sake is almost as bad as seeing him suffer

sidon not noticing links fearful whimpers cut off as he startles himself awake, still half asleep and too groggy to remember where he is

sidon holding him gently when he thrashes and panics, searching for sidon; for the bit of warm familiarity that can cut through the fog in his mind from the nightmare and his fitful sleep

link clinging to sidon, pressing his face into sidons chest, digging his fingers into whatever soft skin his fingers can find, trying to escape the pervasive loneliness that followed him from his nightmare and from the shrine of resurrection; not wanting any part of him to be alone; fearing apartness; abhorring distance

sidons chest heaving in unison with links as he starts crying from sheer frantic anxiety, his sobs rolling down sidons spine like the needly, iron-cold raindrops of winter sleet, driving thorns into his heart at the hurt within his treasure, his pearl, his link, that he could never hope to mend himself

link, hysterical over his fear of loneliness, afraid of the century of alone hed already had, of the solitude of leaving behind friends he couldnt even remember, of the isolation of being the princess–and the godesses’–sole and only chosen one

sidon tucking links head beneath his chin, holding him, enveloping him, trying to squeeze as much of his shattered pieces together back into the shape of link, trying to mend the cracked parts of him back to wholeness with what little earthly strength he has

Catharsis

summary: the aftermath of an argument between you and Tom

warnings: slight angst

If you had known two years ago that being in love would be so hard, you wouldn’t have fallen. You would’ve turned your back and swallowed your loneliness, claiming it wasn’t worth the effort. If you’d known how bad the heartache would be some nights, that some nights you wouldn’t sleep at all because your mind was reeling, you would’ve been too scared to try.

Tom was sleeping, his head resting on your tummy, and it was absolutely angelic. His eyes darted around under his lids as he dreamed and his chest rose and fell in perfect tempo. He’d fallen asleep with his hand in yours and his grip tightened and loosened with the varying intensity of his dreams. He looked so relaxed in contrast to the mess of emotions he had become only hours earlier.

He had raised his voice. You were so accustomed to his usual soft tone, you’d forgotten he could be loud. His voice was booming if he wanted it to be. He could make it hit the ceiling and ricochet off the walls. He was perfectly capable of losing his composure. His shoulders tensed, his brow furrowed, his chest swelling with everything he’d been suppressing. He was a mess.

You were a mess too, your heart racing, your thoughts blocked by anger and sadness and everything in between.

It started with Tom’s shoes being left in a pile by the front door. You’d been reminding him to put them away for days, maybe this time he’d take care of them. But he’d brushed it off, said he’d do it later. The topic changed to the state of the apartment. To him failing to notice the effort you put into keeping things tidy. You couldn’t help but point out that he was rarely home. He stated for the umpteenth time that his career is taxing. And yes, you understood, but so is yours. He asked if you didn’t care that he was being drained. And of course, you did, but you’d said he was doing it to himself. He’d yelled that he only wanted to take care of you. You’d yelled back that maybe he should let you take care of him sometimes.

That had shut both of you up. How could you be arguing when you both wanted the same thing? For a few moments, you were still. Everything had been laid out in plain view. All that was left now was to put the pieces back together again.

Tom was the one to break the silence. He’d closed the distance between the two of you, scooped you up, and tried to speak with his face pressed to your neck. He was sorry for yelling, for never being home, for letting his exhaustion turn into anger. You were sorry for letting him think he had to be strong enough to carry both of you.

You’d hushed him, rubbed circles on his back until his shoulders relaxed and your heart returned to a normal pace. For hours after, you wouldn’t let him stray more than three feet away from you. You laid with your legs entangled, and your head on his chest, mending each other.

You’d said I love you a thousand times before, but it was in times like this that it mattered the most: when you were both raw and had exposed each other’s doubts. When he’d pulled you close to press his lips to your temple and whisper it in your ear, you’d known it was the truth. You were still in love and everything would be okay.

If you’d known that love would be one of the most difficult things you’d ever experienced, you would’ve run in the other direction. But as you listen to the steady breaths of the man next to you, you’re glad no one told you. Now that you’ve experienced the reward, you know that it’s worth every pang and tear.

Issues & Tissues: Part 2 ( Tom Holland X Reader)

Summary: You decide to put the scene from the other day behind you. But Tom has other things in mind.

A/N: I never do this and I’ve never done this but I’d like to dedicate this chapter to @xbobaaa! You were one of my first readers and you’ve supported all my imagines from the very beginning! Thank you for always being so kind and commenting wonderful things- making me want to be a better writer :) Love youuu x 

-


In all these months of shooting, today must’ve been the first day when you weren’t as excited to go for work. You come up with a random outfit and wear the lightest make-up as you carelessly brush your hair without a care in the world how you looked- it just didn’t feel worth it. It will never be worth it. He has already found his match.

Last night seem to have ended in a blur. You saw a side of Tom which you had never seen before, a side which could’ve easily fooled you into thinking he liked you had you not known better. The way he stood there in the cold air as you stormed off for good.

Seeing Tom and Zendaya at work would not be a pleasant sight but you know that there are other things in this world than just Tom himself. These things happen all the time. Hearts break and get mended with time. You’ll be fine. You know you’ll be fine.

And on that note, you apply your favourite shade of red lipstick, pull yourself together and head for work.

-

Shooting under the same roof as Tom and Zendaya, surprisingly, wasn’t as bad as you had dreaded. Cole kept you distracted and had you laughing like mental the entire time, with his silly faces and annoying humour. So much so, you didn’t even notice Tom. Other days, you’d be so caught up in trying to make him notice you or search for silly excuses to go talk to him but not today, you’re enjoying yourself a lot more today. There’s no need to do anything related to Tom, no need to tlak to him, look at him, no need to impress him, nothing. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because now you know that he has his heart for someone else; the thought of which is painful and yet peaceful at the same time. Painful, for obvious reasons. And Peaceful, because now you no longer have to wonder or worry about him liking you, you already got your answer the other day.

“(Y/n)!” you hear one of the crew assistants call you out. “Here,” he hands you a short script,” We’re shooting your next scene in 10 minutes. Find Tom, will ya?”

Your stomach suddenly starts to feel funny, and no, it’s not the butterflies. You look down at your script and realize that your next scene is with Tom.

Sigh. You’ve been avoiding him the entire day and now you have to do a scene with him. My bad luck.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Cole remarks as he approaches towards you.

“Not yet, about to,” you sigh,”I have a scene with him,”

“Aww,” he ruffles your hair,”It’s work. You got this. I gotta go, though,”

“Where are you going?”

“Out. I have a romantic scene in the garden, if you’ll excuse me. Don’t miss me too much, I might bring some flowers if you behave well,” Cole jokes as he head towards the graden outside.

You smile as you watch him leave. Thank God for Cole. You’d be a complete lost puppy without this one!

-

You head towards the Hair&Make-up room on the lookout for Tom. That’s where they said he’d be. There are so many assiatants, why did they have to to put you in charge to find this Tom?

You open the room door to find Tom and Zendaya inside. That same stinging feeling from the other day.

“(Y/N)!” Tom quickly stands up, obviously taken aback by your sudden entrance.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude-“

“No, No. We were just talking,” Zendaya calmly responds.

You look straight into Tom’s eyes, keeping him from seeing any sadness in you as you bluntly instruct him,” We have a scene in 10 minutes at the audit, “

“O-oh o-k-kay, thanks,”

You were just about to leave when Zendaya called you,”We still got time, come chill with us.”

“Y-yeah, join us” Tom kindly smiles.

Any other day you would’ve gone straight in just to be in the pleasure of Tom’s company but not today.

Avoiding eye-contact with Tom, you kindly smile at Zendaya and reply,”Sorry, I’ll leave you guys to it,”

-

Shooting with Tom ended as abruptly as it began. You avoided having any conversation with him off-camera. It was easier that way, it felt easier not having to look at his dazzling eyes and remember what you once felt and what you thought he felt.

After the scenes were shot, you made a hurried attempt to leave, however Zendaya and Cole showed up at the same timeout of nowhere.

“So Cole and I were thinking,” Zendaya exclaims,”that maybe we could all go out tonight? Just to chill, nothing crazy!”

“That sounds lovely!” Tom happily agrees, eyeing you at the same time.

“(Y/n)?” 

“Uh, It sounds lovely but I’m sorry, I have a, I have a thing-“

As if shooting under the same roof all day with Z and Tom wasn’t tormenting enough, talk about dinner with these two!

“Oh C’mon!!” Zendaya groans,”It’ll be fun,”

“Ye-yeah, (Y/n).” Tom nervously blurts,”It will be fun,”

Cole places his arms around your shoulder, making Tom widen his eyes.

“C’mon, you won’t get bored I promise” Cole whispers into your ear. “I even brought you a flower from my garden scene,” Cole pulls out a lavender flower, making you chuckle all the more. 

You wanted to say no, you wanted to shake him and ask him how he even came up with such a ridiculous plan, knowing how you felt about Zendaya and Tom.

But,

But he looked so happy.

And he had been working so hard, you knew he’d get bored easily third wheeling Tom and Zendaya.

You couldn’t say no.

“Okay, fine. I will, but I’m leaving early!”

“YAY!!!”

-

1975 is playing through the speakers.

There are many people in this room, some old, some young, some underaged, some in love, some lonely, some wasted.

Nevertheless, everybody seems to be having a good time.

Everybody but you.

And Tom.

He looks so uncomfortable sitting across you and Cole.

Not that you were any good sitting across him and Zendaya.

Zendaya and Cole seem to be the only ones talking while you and Tom listen to their conversation and pass a smile here and there.

“Tom, let’s dance!!” Zendaya gets up and offers her hand.

You want to barf.

“I don’t thknk I co-“ Tom nervously looks at you.

“C’mon, please! Please! Pleaaaase!” Zendaya pleads.

“Fine,” Tom looks up at you and Cole,” Excuse us, guys”

“By all means!” you look straight at him and smile. You want him to know that you don’t care anymore. You don’t care who he kisses or even who he dances with!

“Whoa, what was that?” Cole asks once Tom and Zendaya leave.

“What was what?” you bluntly question him back.

He scoffs, ”You think you’re so hard to read,”

You roll your eyes,” You know I hate it when you do that!”

You can see Tom and Zendaya dancing at a distance. Torture. You turn away from him once you notice Tom look at your direction.

“No, don’t torture yourself. Don’t look at them, look at me!” Cole jokes.

You let out a small laugh,” Fine, let me stare into your gorgeous bluish-green eyes while the guy I love dances with the girl of his dreams,”

“It’s working,”

“What is?”

“Tom is looking here,”

“Wait, what” you turn to Tom’s direction and notice him jealously eyeing at you and Cole while he tries hard to look like he’s having so much fun.

“No, don’t look! It’s not going to work if you keep looking at him.” Cole fusses.

“Sorry, sorry” you turn to face Cole again,”Is he still looking?”

“Pretty much, watch this,” Cole slowly runs his fingers through your hair.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure Tom knows how it feels to miss out on the most amazing girl I know,”

“Aww, Cole!” you playfully hit his arm,”You’re a genius,”

“Umm,” Cole’s face suddenly turn blue.

“What? What is he doing now?”

“Um, he’s, um,” Cole stammers.

“What?” To satisfy your own curiousity, you turn towards Tom’s direction- only to see him grinding on Zendaya while having his face buried on her shoulder. He knew you were looking at him. He made sure you saw.

“Ugh, I feel sick,”

“It’sokay, (Y/n), It’s-“

“I don’t think I can do this. This was a bad idea, this-“

“(Y/n),” Cole lays a comforting arm around you, “Do you want to go back to your hotel room? Should I call a cab? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,”

You let out a small smile at Cole,”I think I’ll just walk,”

“Let me walk with you then!”

“No! Stay! Have fun, I insist, by the way,” you turn towards the hot blonde sitting across the bar section,” that girl has been giving you the eye for quite sometime now”

Cole scoffs,” You’re quite hysterical Mrs. (Y/L/N)”

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Sure, I’ll just tell them you weren’t feeling well,”

And with that, you take one last glance at Tom and head towards the exit.

Tom was quick to notice. He immediately left the dance floor to come after you.

“Where? Where has she gone?” Tom questions Cole, panting.

“She wasn’t feeling well,”

-

You knew you were being followed. His high-pitched voice calling out your name only made you walk faster. Why was Tom following you anyways? Shouldn’t he be dancing the night away with Z?

“Go away!” you yell back at him without turning your head.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Why are you being like this? Just stop!” he hastily replies back while trying to keep up with your pace.

“Being like what? I’m just going back to the hotel, not stalking an innocent girl at night,”

You could hear him let out a little chuckle behind you, “(Y/n), please.”

You ignore him and quickly enter the hotel. You thought he’d stop following you by then- he didn’t. He followed you till the elevator.

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna follow me up to my room,” you sigh as you enter the elevator. He stood there at the end of the elevator, staring at you with the warmest smile.

“(Y/n), I-“

The elevator door caves closed.

“Shit!” you hear him curse outside.

You chuckle at the thought of him taking the stairs now. You don’t know why he has followed you so far. Isn’t he with Zendaya? Wasn’t he just kissing Zendaya the other day? Wasn’t he just dancing with her few minutes back?

One thing was certain, you had no idea what this Holland boy was up to.

-

“I’m going to stay here till you open the door!” you hear Tom from outside your room door.

Why couldn’t he see that you just want to be left alone?

You look at him through the peephole- there he sat on the floor against the floor.

He’s just so…

You click open the door,” Tom, just go home” you weakly plead. There’s only so much you can take in one night.

He quickly gets up from the floor and walk towards you.

“Not till you look at me,”

“I don’t wan to,” you bluntly reply looking down at the floor.

“(Y/n)..” he tries to come closer to you but you resist.

“I can’t, okay?” you finally let your emotions get the best of you.

“I can’t look at you without the picture of you and Zendaya kissing flashing back at me every single time! I used to look at you with so much love and hope and butterflies in my tummy. But now it’s just ha-“

“Wow you’re even more beautiful upclose,”

“Tom, just go aw-“

Before you could complete your sentence, Tom quickly leaned in and placed his lips on yours. It felt like he had been wanting to do that for a long time. It was soft, yet desperate. Strong, yet passionate. His hands slowly move towards your waist as he pulls your body closer to his.

It felt so right, but oh, so wrong.

“Tom, what the hell?” you break the kiss.

“Wow, I gather all the guts in the world to finally kiss you and all I get is ‘what the hell’?”

“BUT YOU’RE WITH ZENDAYA!”

“I’M NOT!” he replies back at the same pitch,” That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all these time. I’m not with Zendaya. The kiss you saw was just bad timing. She kissed me first but I immediately told her that I only thought of her as a friend,”

Wait, what.

“Then what was all the grinding and dancing earlier?”

“That was just something I did to make you jealous, I-”

You scoff.

“I know, I know, It was really stupid and I really shouldn’t have done it but I saw how Cole was running his fingers through your lovely hair and it just made me so-“

You roll your eyes as you walk back towards your room,”You’re an idiot, Tom. A complete nutcase,”

“Who’s in love with an even bigger idiot,” he slowly walks in front of you to face you,”I mean, why did you think I always showed up the red lounge even though I get busted by the directors for it all the time?”

“I thought you got a break every 5:30pm”

“I never get breaks, (Y/n). You know my schedule-”

“Well, why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t yo-”

“Everytime we’d sit down at the red lounge, you’d talk about all your favourite things, your favourite book, your favourite poem while I found myself lost in your words, lost in a good way. I was just so scared of ruining what we had. I would’ve never thought that you’d like someone like me! BESIDES,” he continues, “ YOU WERE ALWAYS WITH COLE! Talking to him like a smitten 12yr old, laughing with him, falling asleep on his lap. Have you any idea how enraged I used to feel?”

You scoff,”Now you’re just making things up! You need to go home and,”

“Wow, I just told you I love you and now you’re telling me to go home? (Y/n), stop playing with my heart like that!” Tom dramatically places his hand on his chest.

You chuckle at his remark as you finally look up at him. As silence fills the air, you finally stare back at the dazzling brown eyes you fell in love with without any warning. You stare back at the boy who gave you a thousand feelings over a single cup of tea. You smile as you think about how the love you’ve felt for so long in your heart has finally been returned.

“Wanna come in for a cup of tea?” you shyly invite Tom inside your hotel room,”I think the room service is still-

“Oh love, you are so adorable,”

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A/N : Leave a comment for an alternate Cole ending! Would love to write that too <3

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just finished the adventure zone… i marathoned it over about a week, mostly. i started a few days after the final episode came out and finished just now. i want to say i am speechless, but unfortunately for you, i’m not.

i think… in all honesty, a story has never touched me the way the balance arc has. it was my platonic ideal of fiction told to me through voices i have loved for several years. it was funny and sad and intense and calming, and almost every emotion one can feel was felt at some point. i cried and cried. almost every episode leading up to end broke my heart and mended it over and over again. i stayed up until 5 or 6 in the morning a few nights in a row because i couldn’t drag myself away from the world that the boys had gifted to me.

the story was beautiful. with a clunky beginning, it seemed like they had stumbled upon something so beautiful and touching by pure luck. characters that were made up on the spot for a comedy podcast turned into symbols of positivity and love, gently woven into a narrative that enveloped you in a hug and never let go. it gave me characters i saw myself in, which is something to be cherished. and it gave them a world they deserved to be in, with lives they deserved to live. 

it gave me not a window, but a door into a world that you can’t help but fall in love with. it whisked me away from the pains of existence and showed me passion and confidence and satisfaction and feelings that don’t come often to me in my actual life. but more than just an escape, it showed me that if such a great thing can exist in the world with me, then maybe it isn’t such a shithole. 

it sounds silly to me, to talk in such a serious way about four men playing dungeons and dragons. but we all know its a lot more than that. it always has been. thank you, clint, travis, justin and griffin. thank you for letting the light of your imagination shine onto the world. it doesn’t deserve what you’ve given it, but if more people are anything like you, maybe someday it will.

Long Time No See // Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 2,881
Warnings: fluff
Request: Nopity nope

A/N: I wanted to write something, so I went on my laptop and started typing. This was the product of my spontaneity. Hopefully it doesn’t suck too much. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just read Lovestrung by laeur and I wanted to ask if you have any more fics with the same writing style and also with ballet? Not necessarily dancing but just ballet would be good. Thanks :)

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Anonymous said:Hi, if its possible, could you update the dancer/singer tag? I don’t even know if it is a tag.. haha. But if it is, can you update it?:)

It looks like that fic has been deleted. Where is everyone going!? So we can’t judge writing style but here’s some ballet fics. (I know it’s not technically an update but enjoy anway second anon) Here’s our dancer!Derek, Dancer!Stiles tags. - Anastasia

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Insured by the Mafia by Lovehatress

(1/1 I 1,251 I Mature I Sterek)

A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.

Who Knew? by RougueShadowWolf

(1/1 I 1,612 I General I Stackson)

Watching Stiles dance was like watching glory in its human form, like seeing the beauty of nature and life that could mend the wretched wounds life carved into ones heart from the first day of a child learns of pain or disappointment. And Jackson who had never believed in higher power swore for the first time that he saw Gods hand in work.

If You Want Me To Stay by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,314 I General I Sterek)

The one where Derek is a fine arts student and Stiles is a dancer, practicing in the same Beacon Hills Police Department shirt his mom used to wear when he watched her practice in the living room.

En Pointe by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 2,991 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek as a ballet dancer? Him in thights! Like some “Step Up” AU? Stiles is dancer too. And so a ballet academy AU was born.

Life imitates art, right? by countrygirlsfun

(1/1 I 3,179 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is practicing.

Surprise, surprise. He’s the lead dancer in the new ballet rendition of The Little Mermaid and they open in just over a week so it’s not unusual that he’s putting in extra hours.

To be honest he needs the hours in the studio alone to finally get away from all the tension between him and Derek and Kate.

I’ll dance with the wolves by artemis69

(1/1 I 3,213 I General I Sterek)

Derek is used to life changing moments. They are his sad, sad specialty.

But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for the vision of Stiles entering the vast dance studio clad only in pale, tight pants and old dance shoes.

Stiles sends them all a look, rolls his eyes, then turns his back to them and starts stretching.

dancing shoes by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 3,967 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.
Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.
He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.

The Chance to Come Through by clio_jlh

(8/8 I 7,569 I General I Sterek)

Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.

You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013

(1/1 I 10,324 I Teen I Sterek)

“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.

“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.

“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”

“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”

affettuoso by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 13,066 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan)

(1/1 I 26,114 I Explicit I Sterek)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

En Pointe With You by Welsh_Woman

(8/8 I 26,608 I Explicit I Sterek)

The day that Stiles Stilinski barrels into Derek Hales life, he figures he’ll just get another brother out of the whole deal.

Growing up with Stiles doesn’t necessarily change that thought.

It’s only after a trip to New York that Derek comes back to realize what had been under his nose the whole time…

He Doesn’t Bite. Much. by Mihiaasaurus

(18/? I 26,181 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Undercover Deputy Hale meets the elusive and shy Stiles Stilinski. Now all Derek has to do is survive this operation, get the omega to notice, and make sure no one else dies of the drugs circulating his hometown.

But will the innocent looking Omega notice the all infamous Bad Boy?
Will the deputy be able to solve the case?
Will more lives be in danger?

Tchaikovsky’s Nightmare by fshep

(1/1 I 30,089 I Mature I Sterek)

After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery.

Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect

Just A Good Time by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/8 I 55,960 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles was used to getting called at, most of them men offering him money for sex. He had even accepted a few times, pinched for cash while having a stone-hearted landlord meant that he didn’t have a lot of options.

Deep down, he knew he could always go home—that despite the fight, his dad would always let him come home, even with James. That was why he hated himself more every time he accepted the cash.

(Or, the one where single parent Stiles strips and prostitutes himself out to feed his kid.)

Forelsket - Part Seven

Characters - Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes, Brief Peggy Carter

Word Count - 1132

AU - Soulmates

Warnings - None?

A/N - It feels too good. I am 100% not joking when I say that I really don’t know how to end this.

Forelsket Masterlist

Originally posted by e2barryallen

With your eyes glued to the fresh marks on the hand that was just clasped with Steve’s, you shook your head in confusion. Why was Bucky suddenly so happy and okay with everything? Things weren’t adding up. Not too long ago, he was yours and he was in love but now he was fine with you being with his oldest friend.

“I don’t understand,” You mumbled, verbalizing your thoughts. “What changed your mind?”

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The Fitting (Part 4)

(Your attempts to ignore what happened between you and Jungkook are futile and you must make a decision about what your relationship will be going forward.)

Warnings: Oral, intercourse

It had been several days since you had last seen Jungkook and you were grateful for his absence.  All the boys were traveling for fan meetings and promotional events, but you had to stay behind in Seoul to finish alterations on their upcoming video wardrobe and get everything organized for the shoot.

In your mind, you practiced how you would behave once you saw him again.  The last time you spoke to Jungkook was when you had hooked up with him in the office.  You were disheveled, exposed, and still had the taste of him on your tongue when you told him to get dressed so you could get back to work.

You laughed at yourself for behaving so strangely.  You were embarrassed at the indiscretion and ashamed that you had been so brazen with someone younger, someone you worked with, someone you weren’t even dating.  The whole situation made you feel slutty.

On the other hand, slutty felt kind of good

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (3)

[A/N: Last chapter for today! If you go to my page you’ll see that I’ve left a little question asking what you’d like to see in the following chapters! (I don’t want to spoil anything but the chapter after this one will have kind of Jughead POV scene or scenes)

I’m really enjoying writing this one but obviously I want you guys to enjoy it too and I want to write the kind of stuff that you want to see! I hope you enjoy this one guys! Also I love it when you guys leave comments, it really makes my day (read that as: I need constant validation to ensure that I am happy). 

Also see if you can find the Fall Out Boy lyrics in this chapter! (Hint: It’s not very subtle)]

Word Count: 1870

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Modalities

Cardinal signs are the leaders, the one who come to your home in the middle of the night and sit around your table and talk of rebellion, and the fire burns in your eyes and you would follow them to the ends of the earth. They’re the ones with the wicked grins and half shaven face and are far too hurt to not love; the ones who want to change it all, the ones who dedicate their life to avenge their fallen friend, the ones who make you believe in hope when there is nothing but dust and bones in your body and soul and the ones who make you realize that death isn’t that bad if you go down by their side.

Fixed signs are the rulers, the ones who sit on the throne and who all bow to when they walk by, they’re the ones who have soaked power into their core and steel replaces the bones in their spine. They’re the ones people will lay down their life for, the ones who the guards have dedicated their life to protecting; the ones who will bend the entire world to their knee before bending themselves. The ones who will never forget who has wronged them and will never rest until they’ve had their justice. The ones who take you by your hand and off your street and make you into the person you are today - the ones you owe everything to at the end of the day.

Mutable signs are the healers, the ones who speak spells into your ears to mend your heart and soul, the ones who know the herbs to soothe your mind. Mutable signs are the ones who slip in and out at dusk and dawn, never quite settled in a person or place. The ones who chant and murmur and cast peace on the world through their knowledge and fluidity and power. The ones who are considered divinity, worshiped by those they have touched; the ones who make you understand light through the darkness and beauty from the dirt, the ones that cleanse your impurities so you may renew yourself again.