I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
It’s one AM and these kinda just popped into my head LETS GO
• Connor fails his suicide attempt, Zoe finds him in his room about a minute after Connor swallowed a fuck ton of pills
•Evan hears about this cause Connor is always a main source of gossip at the school
• especially for Jared
• Evan thinks about when he failed his suicide attempt and knew, at least partly, how Connor felt
• Evan, knowing he wouldn’t be able to just walk up to Connor and start talking, starts writing letters
• Dear Connor Murphy, I heard what happened and I want you to know, I failed as well over the summer
• Evan always signing them as Sincerely Me
• Connor getting the first letter five days after he leaves the hospital, two days after he goes back to school
• Connor reading it, and thinking
• maybe I’m not completely alone
• Evan writes Connor a letter every Tuesday and Thursday
• Whenever Connor ditches school he makes sure it isn’t a Tuesday or Thursday
• Evan mentions things that go on in his life, how he wishes he could stand up for himself, how he wishes he could help his mother, how he wishes he could talk to the girl he likes
• Connor starts to develop feelings for the mystery writer but ignores it cause
• A. Who would like him
• B. I don’t even know who writes the letters, how the fuck can I be in love
• Evan slowly starts to make sure Connor is doing okay when ever Connor actually shows up to his math class
• Evan slowly starts to realize that he doesn’t like Zoe as much, but why?
• Evan shoots up in bed one night thinking
• Fuck. I like the school stoner
• Evan then slaps himself cause that’s not all that Connor is
• his mom hears him talking to himself and asks if everything is alright
• Evan quickly shouts back a yes, and gets back in bed, still thinking of Connor Murphy
• the last day of school before Christmas Break, Evan leaves a small gift at Connors locker and a note even though it’s Friday
• he’s surprised to see that Connor also left a gift at his locker for the mystery writer
• Evan puts it under the tree
• Heidi asks where it came from and Evan starts blushing and stuttering and mumbling about how he writes letters to Connor Murphy
• Heidi sees the light in her sons eye that hasn’t been there in years
• She bakes cookies for Evan to give to Connor
• Evan brings the cookies to the Murphy’s house, rings the door bell and runs
• Cynthia opens the door to see a plate of cookies and card saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, have an excellent Christmas, sincerely me’
• Cynthia is super excited cause she believes that Connor has an actual FRIEND
• Cynthia takes the cookies up to her sons room
• Connor opens the door, glaring at his mother, and then he sees the cookies and the note card
• he picks it up and reads it quickly before blushing and grabs the plate, shutting his door
• on Christmas Evan opens Connors present last and is very happy to see that it’s a tree encyclopedia with a note that said ‘you always talk about how you love trees so, here’ and on the other side is a beautifully drawn tree
• CONNOR MURPHY CAN DRAW SO FUCKING WELL AND EVAN JUST MELTS AT THE TREE AND HE INSTANTLY PINS IT TO HIS WALL
• Connor opens his gift in his room, and is surprised to see two new black sweatshirts and a bottle of black nail polish, the saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, your sweatshirts seem to have a lot of holes, I didn’t know if it was for comfort or what but I got you a new one. Oh and I really like your nails so here’s some more polish, sincerely me’ Connor actually smiles, and he feels all warm inside AND WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK
• Jared eventually finds out that Evan writes Connor letters cause he saw the tree on the wall while Evan was getting snacks and flipped it over and read the note
• he immediately asked Evan who it was from
• Evan blushes and mumbles Connor
• Jared demands a wider explanation
• he doesn’t stop teasing Evan about it
• At school Jared starts acting funny around Connor and Connor starts to freak out cause
• SHIT IS JARED THE LETTER GUY
• but he calms down for a second when Jared accidentally spills the beans
• Connor was reading another one of Evans’s notes, Jared walks up to him with a shit eating grin and says
• ‘Another love note from Evan Tree Boy Hansen I see.’
• Connor is instantly relieved they’re not from Jared
• he then freaks out cause THE CUTE QUIET DORKY NERD THAT SITS BEHIND ME IN MATH WRITES ME FUCKING LETTERS
• Connor corners Evan after school
• Evan is nervous cause he thinks Connor hates him.
• he is pleasantly surprised when Connor gives him a quick thank you before dashing off
• Connor then starts to write Evan letters on Wednesdays and Fridays. Monday’s are the chill day
• Connor finally accepts that he totally loves Evan but he still thinks that Evan could never like him that way, especially since the guy Evan mentions in his letter can’t be him
• beautiful brown hair? Nope
• gorgeous blue eyes that seem to have a hint of brown in the left one? Well yes but they aren’t gorgeous, his are hideous
• a face that was crafted by God himself? Absolutely not
• Evan starts to wonder if Connor wants to be friends with him and asks him exactly that in a letter
• Connor replies with a 'no shit’ and his phone number
• Evan was ecstatic when they hung out for the first time
• so was Connor
• and their moms
• at the end of senior year, Evan tells Connor that he has to take a gap year to save up money
• Connor decides he’s not going to college without Evan as he doesn’t know how to make friends and he was just fucking lucky with Evan
• They were hanging out at Evans house the next winter and they both had a few drinks cause what 18 year old doesn’t drink. Evan isn’t THAT innocent guys
• they both tell each other that they like one another and share a small kiss that they both have wanted for a while
• they fall asleep on the couch, holding each other
Imma stop there. Feel free to add on, that was insanely long and I might write an actual thing for this?
20 villagers try to hit a dragon. A paladin gets attacked by 6 crawling hands. A fighter has so many extra attacks, he attacks 5 times in one turn. We all know situations like these, and they can get pretty boring if you roll for every attack. But that’s why I programmed the Multiattacker. So here is how it works
Let’s take the paladin situation as an example. She gets attacked by 6 crawling claws, so you enter 6 at “Number of Attacks”. A crawling claw has +3 to hit, so you enter 3 at “Hit Modifier”. Our Paladin is wearing Chainmail and a shield, so she has an AC of 18. That’s what you enter at “AC Target”. If a crawling claw hits, it deals 1d4+1 damage.Guess what you enter in the second row. Then you press the “Attack!” button.
After pressing the button, the program does some math stuff and then you get this. As we see, all crawling claws missed their attack. That’s why the total damage is 0. Our paladin is safe, but what about the bard that is under attack from skeletons?
5 skeletons are shooting at our bard. A skeleton has +4 to hit and deals 1d6+2 damage. The bard is wearing half plate armor and has an AC of 16. Note that the results from the last attack are still there because I don’t know how to change that (and not really want to put effort into that). So, let’s press the attack!
Oh no! One of the skeletons managed to hit our bard! He takes 5 damage.
If you like this program and want to download it, check out this post!
Lagging brushes are an occasional problem in any
illustration software. Here’s a troubleshooting guide for Manga Studio if your tools are acting like molasses. (Some settings may be different
on Windows or if you’re running the Clip Studio Paint branding of the software. For what it’s worth, I’m running Manga Studio 5.0.3 on Mac OS 10.7.5. Yup, I’m behind the times.)
There are a few options to
beat the lag:
Stuff Bye bye, YouTube. See ya, Skype. Later, Tumblr.
Save your computer’s processor by quitting RAM-hogging
apps and tasks while painting. Streaming audio/video will drastically reduce
performance, but even leaving browsers open can slow things down, so best to just close it up. Guess that rules out Spotify, but then there’s always ye olde Zune. Gotta love cringing through those high school
playlists while working.
Preferences Easier than changing your mind, and quicker too.
Check under the hood of Manga Studio’s Preferences
for a few speed boosts. Do the following in these sub menus:
Settings: Change from 1 to 6 (I believe this option is Mac
Lower the Undo count. Try taking it down 10-15 notches from
default. You could also turn up that long-titled setting (“Delay before
recognizing new object…”) by 100 ms, but I haven’t figured out what that does exactly…
Position of Reversed Cursor: Make sure to check “No
After changing preferences, it’s a good idea to
close and reopen Manga Studio.
Brush Tool Settings Your brushes may take it personally, but remember you’re in charge here.
The Tool Settings window is a wealth of options for
customizing brushes. Some are more processor-intensive than others. Here are a
few of the best ones to modify: (Note: the look and behavior of brushes
may be affected. You may want to duplicate and/or export a brush before
changing its settings.)
Settings/Anti-Aliasing: Turn down to “Little” or “None”
Settings/Brush Tip: Reduce the number of materials on your
Settings/Stroke/Space: Increase spacing, but not too much. Brushes are essentially a
string of material stamps. A low space setting means a smoother brush, but more
work for your computer. Picture it frantically scrubbing a rubber stamp across
your canvas. On that note, also make sure Continuous
Spraying is not on.
Settings/Watercolor Border: If your brush uses this
setting, turn on the “Process After Drag” option. This renders the effect after
each brush stroke and saves computing power.
Settings/Correction: Turn off (or decrease) Stabilization, Post
Correction, and Brush Stroke.
Settings/Starting and Ending: Turn off all this stuff. Pfffft, who needs it, right?
Here’s a speed test after fiddling with some settings:
getting faster! Still a bit laggy, which leads to one last tip:
4. Rework The Canvas Might as well rework my life goals too.
Okay, disclosure: The two gifs in this post were recorded on a 4500x3000 canvas
at 300dpi with a size 500 brush to emphasize lag. This third one is recorded on a 1080x720 canvas at
72dpi with a size 100 brush:
Yes! We’re cruising now!
Canvas sizing and resolution has a big affect on brush performance. It’s a bit of a conundrum. Getting the best image quality means working at a minimum resolution of 300dpi, which can be taxing for brushes on large canvases. So what to do? Just like traditional paintings start with thumbnail sketches, digital work can start on a low-resolution canvas. Here’s the method:
up your canvas normally at the full target resolution. But before drawing anything on the canvas, use the handy tool under Edit/Change Image Resolution. Reduce Resolution to 72dpi. Use
this smaller canvas for rough sketching, background filling, blocking in large areas
of color, etc. Then increase resolution to 144dpi for building up the body of the
painting, still keeping it loose. (I’d recommend switching Interpolate to Hard Outline when
increasing resolution.) Finally, blow it up to full resolution and get into the
nitty gritty of rendering. This is where you’ll do the crisp line work, highlights, details, etc.
The idea here is to work big to small. This will keep away brush lag by using large brushes on small canvases. As the canvas resolution increases, decrease brush size and work smaller, tightening things up in the process. NOTE: Increasing canvas resolution causes pixilation. Don’t worry about it. This
can be cleaned up in the final stages of painting.
Hope this guide is helpful! If lagging persists, remember to check drivers and tablet settings as well. If all else fails, Google’s a good friend ;)
why did i spend time on this a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)
long story in its entirety:
basically, two years ago i spent a ridiculously long amount of time on this (ttotd to last christmas):
and i had almost eradicated it from my memory, but then i found it on my desktop and remembered that i had actually written everything down for s9, and all i had to do was thors, for tonight we might die and doctor mysterio, and i was very bored yesterday so i thought ‘eh, why not’
turns out i could have just copied and pasted the script, since wordle gets rid of common english words anyway. i changed my rules about 20 times in this about what words count as common words and what don’t fml, which is why ‘hello’ is so small but still there. ah well.
might add s10 on too when it comes out, because i know i can copy and paste the script now. yay.
Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)
Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.
A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)
I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.
I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.
I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.
My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.
I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.
I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.
I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.
It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.
“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.
“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.
“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.
I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.
I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.
After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.
Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.
“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.
Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.
As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.
He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.
“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.
“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”
He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.
Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.
“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.
“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.
“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.
I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.
“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)
I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.
I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.
I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”
“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”
“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.
“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.
I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.
“What the hell happened?” I query.
Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”
My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.
“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”
“The person in pain would say otherwise.”
I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.
He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”
“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”
“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.
I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.
“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.
I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.
Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.
I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.
The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.
“Okay, just come back quick.”
My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.
I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.
I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.
Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.
“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.
“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.
His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.
“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.
Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.
I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.
“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.
“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”
“You’re drooling, Raeken.”
“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.
“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.
“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.
“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”
Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.
I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.
I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.
He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.
“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.
I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.
I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.
“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.
“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.
An idea where Tweek secretly slip love notes into Craig’s locker every morning. He goes to school earlier than others just to do this －on the other hand, Craig enjoys reading these love letters despite his personality. Little did he know that he’s bullying the person who send him these notes. Tweek gets beaten up, pushed around, get called ugly names and make fun of whenever Craig sees him but even so, Tweek continues to do this because of his feelings towards the male. Not until one day, Craig received the last letter that gave him an clue of who have been sending the notes … “Even if i’m not by your side physically, I’m still going to look over you”
Craig tried to solve the puzzle for the whole day and suddenly noticed that there was only one person missing from his class, looking over to the left and he realised it was, Tweek. The one who he bullied for the past weeks
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
You woke up
feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since
you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at
Bucky who is sleeping peacefully underyou.
Something has changed since last night, you don’t
know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while
longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were
never the one to initiate it… until now.
You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making
sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him
one last time.
A/N I haven’t posted anything in awhile and I had this as an idea. I hope you lovelies enjoy.
Warnings: Fluff, cursing probably
I pulled my suitcase across the wet pavement with one hand and kept a hold of the letter inside my jacket with the other. Holding onto it instead of putting it inside my suitcase made me feel safer. I stood in front of the large house. How have I not been attacked by their security yet? I knocked on the door and there was no answer. Instead it swung open and I stepped inside.
“Hello can I help you?”
“Mr.Fury…. oh my gosh its such an honor to meet you. Oh sorry I’m here to see Mr.Stark.”
“How did you get in? The door was locked. Why do you need to see Mr.Stark?”
“The…. it opened by itself. I have a letter for him from my mom. She sent me here and told me to give it directly to him.”
“And who are you?”
“Y/n, y/n l/n”
“Can I see the letter?” He asked reaching for it.
“My mom said to hand it directly to Mr.Stark.”
“Is it something dangerous?”
“I don’t think so? I hope not….. She just told me it was a letter. Her last instructions to me was to give this directly to Mr.Stark.”
“Is she still alive?”
“I don’t know. She left a note on the fridge and told me she left this note for him and to take my stuff here and if I couldn’t stay here to go find one of my friends.She wasn’t in the house anymore and I haven’t been able to get into contact with her.”
“Do you know what the letter says?”
“Why don’t we open the letter together so we know that there isn’t anything dangerous in it first. Not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t, and you also don’t know what is in the letter. We both can read it and then you can give it to Mr.Stark.”
I opened the letter and Fury stood over my shoulder.
Dear Tony Stark,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. If you are receiving this it means that I have left and probably will not come back, whether it is because I’m dead or can not come back. After one of your parties we shared together, the night I left was because I discovered I was pregnant. My daughter, our daughter Y/n will be the one giving this letter to you. I would prefer you don’t tell her who you are to her, but I won’t be there to stop you. Please take care of her. She is a good kid and smart like her father.
“Oh my God….” I said under my breath.
“Well I’ll get him down here.” Fury said and I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Tony Stark was my father. There was a picture with the letter of him and my mom. They both looked young and happy.
“Y/n this is Tony Stark.” I handed him the letter and I slowly got feeling back into my body.
Tony sat down holding the letter carefully in his hands. Silence filled the room.
“I erm…. she never told me. I’m sorry for springing this up on you . I didn’t know til a few minutes ago.” I told him.
“Do you know which friend would be able to take you in?” Fury asked me.
“ I have a few that I can call.” I told him pulling out my phone.
“What no. She’s my child I’ll take her in.” Tony said jumping up and grabbing my phone from me.
“You don’t even know if this woman was actually telling the truth. Even if she was you really want to take a child into your kind of life?” Fury asked.
“You’re saying you don’t see the resemblance of me in her? And no I’m not making her an Avenger and she needs a home anyway.”
“She’s going to get hurt sooner or later.”
“Kid do you wanna stay here? I promise no one is going to hurt or bother you while I’m here.” Tony said looking at me.
Pepper walked into the room. “Who is that?”
“Someone whose mother claims to be Stark’s daughter.” Fury answered crossing his arms obviously wanting to get rid of me fast.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Stark said and all of a sudden a cotton swab went into my mouth and Mr.Stark’s.
“Paternal test complete. Mr.Stark you are the father.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.
“Ok so you are her father. Doesn’t mean you should keep her. We can send her to a safe location where she can continue school.” Fury said leading me away and to the door.
“I already finished high school.” I told him.
“ Aren’t you like 14 kid?”
“And are you in college?” Fury raised an eyebrow to me.
“Online yea. I was planning on working for S.H.I.E.L.D. one day.” I told him.
“See she should stay here and learn all she can. She’s my daughter Fury. I never knew about her. Let me take her in now.”
Fury sighed. “And who is gonna take care of her when you go on a mission?”
“ I will.” Pepper said.
“You’ll take care of her?” Fury asked skeptically.
“Yea, she’s 16. Smart, was the top of her class, no criminal record, i doubt she’ll be any trouble.” I felt my heart swell. They wanted me. They could toss me to my friends and get on with their lives, but they wanted to keep me. I hugged Pepper without thinking. She hugged me back.
“Here lemme get your stuff kiddo.” Mr.Stark said and dragged my stuff.
I stared at the ceiling in the room they had given me. This bed was the softest bed I have ever laid on, but I still couldn’t sleep so I got up and walked to the main room.
“Hello.” I jumped into a defensive position at the voice.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Bruce.”
“Y/n. What are you doing up at this hour? Its like 3 in the morning.”
“Working on a project with your dad.What are you doing? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”
“Nope. I graduated already. Where are you guys working at?”
“Downstairs, but I don’t think it would be wise for you to….. ok.” He said as I walked down the stair case with him following. I opened the door and saw Tony working on his suit.
“Y/n why are you up? You’re a teenage you’re suppose to be in bed.”
“I couldn’t sleep. What are you working on?”
“ My suit. I’m putting in some upgrades.”
“Need help with anything?”
“Nope I got Bruce.”
“Really because it looks like your hand is stuck between the gears.” I told him looking at the leg of the ironman suit.
“I’m not stuck….”
Bruce held back a smile.
“Oh yea proof it.” I said crossing my arms and waited for him to pull out his hand.
“I don’t need to proof anything I’m working I have to keep my hand in here because I’m working.”
“Then amuse me by removing your hand from it.”
He tried to pull his hand from the gears. He stood up and put his foot against the leg and pulled ending up with him crashing into a million things “Well shit.”
“ You were saying?” I asked and helped him pull his hand from out of the gears and picked up some of the mess.
“ Thank you. Now I think you should go to bed.”
“Wait her hands are small enough and she’s more competent then some of your tools. You should let her help.”
“ Ok ok you can help with this one thing then back off to bed.” Tony told me.
“Mkay what do you need me to do?”
“Put your hand in here and turn the knob all the way at that back.” He said handing me the leg.
I reached within the leg and felt the knob. I screamed a little bit to scare him and ended up laughing. “ I’m sorry. You were just acting so tense. There I did it.” I said laughing.
“NOt funny y/n.”
“It was a little bit.” I told him. “If I did get hurt trust me it would be louder than that and there would be curse words stringing from my mouth.”
“Haha now go to bed kiddo. You need your sleep.”
“Alright. Good night.” I said walking back upstairs. I still didn’t feel to tired so I decided to make some tea for both me and them.
“What are you doing still up?” Pepper asked coming into the kitchen.
“I couldn’t sleep so I went to see what Tony and Bruce were doing, helped a little bit, then came back up. Now I’m making tea. Do you want some? I was making them some as well.”
“Yes. Sugar and honey please.” she said yawning and leaning against the counter.
I handed her a cup and then took two mugs downstairs. I set them away from the equipment and Bruce saw giving a quiet thank you before drinking his. I headed back upstairs.
“This is good.” Pepper said sipping her tea.
“Thank you.” I said drinking my own. “So why are you up?”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you were up and I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“Y/n why did you hug me when I said you could stay? Did you expect us to kick you out?” Pepper asked and I sat on the counter opposite of her.
“I don’t know what I expected. I definitely not that no. I figured Tony had enough on his plate. And honestly you could’ve easily told me to go live with my friends.”
“That would’ve been what Fury wanted to do, but Tony and I are a little more open minded.”
“Why did you have F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell you when I got out of bed?”
“I didn’t know how you would take to living here.”
“Yea no this place is great. There is lots of room and is nice.”
“It is. I think you’ll really like living here.”
“I think so too. “
Pepper and I talked till the sunrise and Tony and Bruce came upstairs.
“I’m getting hungry. Do you want some pancakes?” I asked Pepper.
“No its ok y/n you don’t have to cook.”
“Honestly I’m ok with cooking. I promise I’m not a bad cook.” I told her as Tony and Bruce slumped on the other chairs.
“Did you guys finish whatever it was you were working on?” Pepper asked as I got started on the pancakes.
“Yea and the Avengers are probably going to be up in about half an hour so I need coffee.” Tony said getting up tiredly.
“Pepper do you want anything in your pancakes? Chocolate chips, bananas, blueberries, anything? And you’re not allergic to vanilla or cinnamon right?”
“No and chocolate chips are fine.” She said.
“Do you guys want pancakes?” I asked Tony and Bruce.
“That sounds better than a granola bar. Yes please. Blueberries please.” Bruce said rubbing his eyes of sleep.
“Tony?” I asked flipping Pepper’s pancakes and mixing Bruce’s batter.
Tony looked at the batter as if he was deciding.
“Yea. And thank you for the tea you made this morning.” He said then sat at the island with the other two. I put Pepper’s pancakes on a plate and put Bruce’s pancakes in the pan before giving them to her.
“I don’t know what kind of syrup you like or what toppings you want soooo.” I proceeded to put all the toppings and syrups I found on the island. She put syrup on her pancakes and proceeded to bite into them as Tony and Bruce drank their coffee slowly. I turned and flipped Bruce’s pancakes and started on Tony’s batter. A few minutes later Bruce’s pancakes were done. “Y/n I don’t know what you did, but these are the best pancakes I’ve had.” Pepper said. I smiled and flipped Tony’s pancakes.
“Hey kid. How’d you like to go to meet the Avengers?” He asked as I slid the pancakes in front of him. He put strawberries and chocolate chips on his.
“I would love it. “ I said making my own pancakes.
“Well the first one will probably be up in 5 minutes.”
“Should I make them breakfast too?” I asked.
“They have to ask nicely.” Tony said digging into his pancakes.
“Who is the first to wake up?”
“Steve should be in here in about 5…4…3…2…”
“Morning guys. Who is that?” Steve asked walking over to the island.
“My daughter.” Tony said.
Steve looked at me and back at him.
“Since 16 years ago.”
“ Andddd she just now shows up?”
“I just came yesterday. Pancakes?” I asked him
“No thank you. I just need to get some coffee.” He said going to the coffee pot.
I dug into my pancakes. About an hour later the next few Avengers woke up.
“That’s Rhodey, he’s like a brother to me,there is Wanda, that’s Natasha and Clint and that’s Sam and the one yielding the big hammer is Thor.”
“Why does it smell sweet in here?” Natasha asked.
“I made pancakes earlier. If you guys want I can make you guys some. I didn’t know if you would want any and if you did I didn’t know what you would want?”
“Who are you?”
“Avengers this is my daughter and she makes amazing pancakes.” Tony said wrapping his arm around me.
They all kind of just stood there.
“Sup lil Stark. I’ll take you up on your offer of pancakes. Hopefully you cook better than your father does.” Rhodey said smiling and sitting at the island.
“One time Rhodey. One time I set the oven on fire.”
Everyone else agreed to have pancakes and Natasha watched me as I made them. After breakfast they all scattered so they could train. I got ready for the day and about two hours of doing my online college I got bored and decided to wander around and watch them train.
I stumbled across Wanda and Clint training first. I sat off on the side lines and watched in amazement. It was very cool to watch.
The door swung open after an hour and a half and a frantic teenage boy ran in.
“Sorry I’m late for training. There was a mugger and a crazy cat lady….”
“Think fast Parker.” Clint shot an arrow at him
“Whoa.” He caught it.
“Take a break Wanda. I’ll take on Parker.” Clint said and Wanda came and sat next to me.
“Who is that?” I asked
“That’s Peter. He’s Spiderman.”
“Yea. He’s around your age.”
“That’s amazing he can do all of that.” I said motioning to his flips and swinging.
“You think he’s cute.”
“SHHHHH Wanda jeez.” I said playfully smacking her. “And he’s not bad looking…” I said quieter making her laugh.
“You should talk to him after.”
“I’m sorry who me?”
“What do I even talk about?”
“ I don’t know ask him what school he goes to or if he wants to see a movie.”
“Wanda your turn.” Clint said coming to switch spots with Wanda.
“He like’s Star Wars. In case you were wondering” Clint said taking a drink from his water bottle.
“Why do you think I was wondering?”
“Because I have a daughter and I know the look.”
“You have a family?”
“I do. But its on the down low so shhhh.”
“ I think that’s nice you have a family. You have something to go home to. “
“Yea. But anyways just talk about anything geeky with him. Star Wars, atomic particles anything really.”
“Lucky I grew up with and love Star Wars.” I smiled
“PARKER WE HAVE A STAR WARS NERD YOU CAN TALK TO!” Clint yelled.
“Clint!” I whispered yelled.
“Wha?!” Wanda knocked him off his web and he hit the floor with a thud.
“Clint look what you did.” I told him.
“I didn’t do it Wanda did it. He should be able to multitask.” I went to help him up.
“Who are you?” He asked getting back to his feet.
“The Star Wars geek Clint yelled about.” I told him blushing.
Having tea with Pepper in the mornings had become a routine as the month progressed
“So do you have a thing for Peter?” Pepper asked with a small smile on her face.
“What? Why would you say that?” I asked smiling.
“Because you cling around him more than anyone else.”
“He is the only one around my age. And hey I hang out with you and Wanda alot.”
“Mmmmmmmhmmmmm. You can tell me if you do you know. I’m not going to tell him.” She said not believing my story.
“I meannnnnnnnnnnnn……. Maybe a little.”
She started laughing “I knew it. So are you going to do anything about it?”
“I mean what can I do about it? He’s busy being a superhero.”
“You could always enroll at his school.”
“ Back to highschool? I barely survived the first time. And I would be behind in work since its almost 2nd semester.”
“Why don’t you go with Happy and go check out the school. Happy is picking up Peter today anyway.”
“I guess checking it out couldn’t hurt.”
“Good now go Happy is waiting for you.”
Happy drove up to the school and wandered around the school with me.
“Excuse me can I help you?” One of the teachers stopped to ask.
“Huh, oh I was just looking around to see if I wanted to come to this highschool.”
“Oh would you like a small tour?”
“I… sure…” I told her. She took us outside so we could go to a different part of the building. There was a big group of students huddling around in a circle and screaming.
“What the…” The teacher asked. Happy put a hand on my shoulder to keep me from going into the circle. The teacher tried to barge her way through the circle, but was pushed out. “COME ON GET UP PENIS PARKER!”
I quickly slid out of Happy’s grip and into the crowd. I elbowed people and slid through the nooks and crannies. I finally got to the front and saw Peter on the ground.
“Look Flash I’m not in the mood. I have places to be.” Peter said starting to pick his stuff up.
“Where do you have to be? Back to your “Stark internship”? Have you even met Mr.Stark?” Flash kicked Peter.
“HEY!” I yelled walking to the middle of the circle.
“Who are you?” Flash asked.
“The question is more like who the fuck do you think you are?” I said getting in his face.
“Awww look Penis Parker has a dorky little friend.” I socked him in the jaw sending him to the ground.
“How about the next time you use what little brain power you have before you pick on someone.” I told Flash and helped Peter up. He held his side and I picked up a few of his books
“Bitch.” Flash said from the ground spitting out blood.
“Next time I won’t be so nice.” I told him and pushed our way out of the crowd and back to Happy.
“Are you ok?” I asked Peter as we got into the car.
“Yea i’m ok.”
“Why didn’t you fight back?”
“I don’t want to blow my cover.” Peter told me.
“Well you don’t have to completely kick his ass. Just get a good hit in.” I told him.
“Yea thanks for that by the way. You got him good.”
We talked and kept trying to get Happy to laugh the entire ride back to the tower.
“Yea no I’m going to highschool.” I told Pepper when I got home.
“That good huh?”
“That bad.” I showed her my now bruised knuckles.
“What happened?” She said walking over to me.
“It was awesome she hit Flash and he went down like a rock.” Peter said.
“Who is Flash?”
“No one important. I’m okay Pepper. Really. Honestly I’ve had worse.” I told her.
“What? When???” She asked
“When I was not living here.” I told her.
“Well here is some ice. I don’t want to see something like this happen again young lady.” I grinned.
“Maybeeeee..” I told her and she hugged me kissing my forehead.
Today was a day off from school and Pepper was at a meeting and Tony was downstairs working and I was by myself in the main room.
I sat at the piano and waited for Pepper to come back from her meeting. I pressed a few keys and made sure no one was watching before I started playing it.
“You can play piano? Who taught you?” Tony asked standing behind me and I jumped a little because I didn’t realize he had walked into the room.
“I taught myself.”
“Was there anything you didn’t teach yourself?”
“My abc’s, how to read, how to tie my shoes and all that good stuff.” His face dropped.
“I’m sorry. You must’ve thought I was a shit dad for not being there. I didn’t know. She never contacted me. I would’ve….”
“Don’t beat yourself over it. She didn’t take care of me much either. Don’t get me wrong I do love her, she has always been the partying type and knowledge has been my survival skill. And if its any consolation you and Pepper are already above her on my list. You actually show an interest.” He pulled me into an unexpected hug.
“I don’t do this very often, but Pepper told me you were a hugger.” I hugged him back.
“You don’t have to hug me if you don’t want to you know.” I told him.
“I want to hug my daughter.” He said.
“Y/n I’m back…. oh.. Hey Tony did you finish up on the project down stairs?”
“I did. Why don’t we go out to eat tonight?”
“Y/n was going to make cookies for desert.”
“Sup lil Stark.”
“I made cookies you want some?”
“How are the legs feeling?”
“They feel like they did before the crash.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to hear you’re not in pain.”
“These are …….so good.” he said shoving more into his mouth.
“ I smell cookies where are they at? Did y/n make them???” Sam said walking into the kitchen. Rhodey took the plate and started to walk away with it.
“None for you bird brain.”
“Im going to have to make another batch for tonight huh?” I asked Sam and he nodded.
After dinner that night I got a felt a wave of something hit me. I missed my mom. I stole the picture that was in the envelope with the letter and headed to one of the training rooms. I sat and just stared at it trying to focus on all the details.
“Lady y/n is everything ok?” Thor asked sitting next to me. I hid the picture
“I…. it’s nothing.”
“Is it about your mother?”
“Yea…… I jjust want to know if she is alive or if she isn’t and what happened.”
“Y/n….. I knew your mother.”
“I don’t know if she ever told you, but she is or was Asgardian like me.”
I sat there silent for a few moments. Asgardian. That would mean that I’m half Asgardian.
“Does Tony know?”
“I don’t think he does.”
“Do you think he’ll still want me if he finds out?”
“Why would you think that Lady Y/n? Your father loves you very dearly.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I get scared that they might wanna give me up.”
He hugged me. “They would be crazy to do so.”
“So does this mean I can lift Mjolnir.”
“If you are worthy yes.”
“I don’t want the answer to that question just yet. Do all Asgardians have super abilities?”
“Everyone of us has something special. In theory you should have abilities since you are half Asgardian. Have you shown any abilities that you excel in or been in any danger? Dangerous situations usually trigger dormant powers in those who are half Asgardian.”
“No. Soooo if I’m in a dangerous situation they might show?”
“Like a lightening strike?”
“Pleaseeee Thor? Just like a small one?”
Thor stood up and so did I. There was a bright light and I collapsed to the floor. My limbs felt heavy.
“WHAT WAS THAT THOR I SAID NO LIGHTENING IN THE HOUSE!!!” I heard the door open.
“Hey….” I said looking at Tony trying to prop myself up against the wall.
“Thor…. you better have a good ass explanation to why my daughter is on the floor and there are scorch marks on her.”
“She is half Asgardian and….”
“I DON’T CARE IF SHE IS HALF ASGARDIAN YOU DON’T SEND LIGHTENING THOUGH MY DAUGHTER!” Tony yelled.
I felt my body being lifted and put on the couch, but I couldn’t really tell who it was because my vision was going blurry. What looked like Pepper’s face came into view.
“How are you feeling y/n?”
“Heavy…. Make sure dad doesn’t kill Thor.”
Tony’s face came into view.
“Dad don’t kill Thor. I asked him to.”
“Why?” he sighed. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I’m ok I just want to sleep.”
lol sorry not sorry for making it this long. There were also a lot of time skips.
Anyways let me know if you liked it. I enjoy hearing what you guys have to say. Have a good day my lovelies.
He opened his eyes to see the white bedding against his skin. Tom squinted against the morning light as he shuffled between the sheets, careful not to wake you. The countless disasters that he created by doing that, he knew not to wake you until after a certain point. As he got up, his skin prickled with the lack of warmth your body radiated from under the covers, he twisted, looking over his shoulder down at you. Sleeping soundly, hair ruffled, your features soft and warm. Comfortable and safe. You face was lit up due the orange sun shining through the curtains. He couldn’t help but smile. His heart bled for you, for every giggle and every hug and every kiss. Tom couldn’t imagine harming you.
But he did.
Four months later, during the filming of Homecoming, you decided to surprise him. You hadn’t seen each other in months, so you thought it could raise some spirits, put the smile on your face that he was recently lacking the ability to do. The last time you talked, on a cell phone even, was a month ago. It was silent. All you ever got was his same old voice mail or a dry text about he was busy and he wished you good night. You didn’t bother texting Harrison or Jacob, you didn’t even have contact with Zendaya.
You were tired of this. Maybe this visit would rekindle the relationship. You could only hope. You sat down on the plush bed in Tom’s house that he rented in Atlanta while filming. It was nice, it had a large outdoor space and a modern kitchen, the living room stacked with movies you both love to binge occasionally. You gazed longingly at a photo of the two of you, you were laughing at some cheesy joke he had made while he was staring at you. You could see the love in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he still did look at you this way. You heard that the spark of long-term relationships eventually ran out. But it was you and Tom, an undeniable force to be reckoned with. The both of you agreed on mostly everything, and there was never a dull moment. You both knew when to stop and when to start, what was right and what was wrong. He fit into your heart like a puzzle piece, and he had permanently glued himself there. But now… the glue was cracking and soon as you realized this you were on a plane within seconds.
Toms place was like your home back in England, where you had moved in with him two years ago after dating him while you were going through your first-year college and decided to make the leap after a year of countless dates and safety hugs. You thought maybe he was the one, and you sure were set on that after you moved in together. But now looking back on it you realized you were young, and maybe, just maybe, you could’ve pushed yourself too much on him. Maybe, just maybe, you were wrong.
“(Y/N),” Tom said in disbelief.
You dropped the frame in fright. You had zoned out, not even hearing him come in. You swore softly under your breath as you looked down at your feet where smashed glass and a broken metal frame laid on the wooden floors. You scowled, ignoring the mess, your only focus on him.
You watched as he dropped his keys on a table beside the door and kick his shoes off, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the look on your face. He hadn’t smiled when he saw you like you had hoped. There was no cliche run, no bone breaking hug, no fit of giggles as he peppered kisses into your neck.
There was no darling, no love, no pet name that came along with that sentence.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
It’s been a month since you had broken up with him. It’s been a month since he’s finished the movie. It’s been a month since he’s been back in England since he’s moved back to his loft to find all your belongings gone with a yellow sticky note with your handwriting on it. I moved out and I’m now living with (Y/B/F). If you find anything of mine text me.
God, what had he done. The one he loved so deeply, cared so much for, his one in a gazillion, his soulmate; he had pushed you away. He fought hard to push tears back as he crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash next to your relationship. He scrubbed the floors clean, washed everything to get rid of anything left of you. But when he was finished, his nose burning from chemical fumes, he could still smell the sweet perfume he had bought for you birthday last year lingering in the bathroom or on your side of the bed. He had been so frustrated that he threw out the mattress and had Harrison go shopping with him the next day to buy a new one.
Harrison hadn’t said anything about the breakup yet and Tom was glad for it. Although he could see the pity from his best friends eyes, so he would drag him out everywhere he went. It wasn’t even necessary for Tom to get over you, it was for Tom to stop thinking about it. Harrison knew Tom believed it was his fault, but he knew that the distance was a two sided road that ended usually in a sharp drop off.
So that where Tom was right now, sitting in a coffee shop staring blankly out the window while Harrison went on about some story he went through when he saw some old friends yesterday. He wasn’t listening, especially not when he saw the familiar blue cardigan walking across the street. His back went ramrod straight, his hand shaking so much that he almost dumped all his tea over his pants.
“What?” Harrison questioned at Tom’s tight appearance.
“She’s with someone else,” His voice croaked.
“What?!” Harrison basically yelled as he leaned across the table to see where Tom was staring.
And he was right. There you were, wearing one of his favourite outfits on you. Soft blue cardigan, charcoal grey blouse with a small ruffled neckline, dark jeans, and black boots. His heart hammered in his chest, threatening to break out at the sight of you, holding someone else’s hands.
He watched as you twisted to look up at the man, extremely tall, dark haired, stubble, leather jacket and twinkling smile. Tom set the tea on the table and excused himself to the bathroom. Harrison, once again, didn’t say anything. Tom stalked to the restrooms at the back, locking himself in the single stall and stared at himself in the mirror. His hands gripped the basin of the sink, knuckles turning white at the pressure. His teeth clenched as he dared another look into the mirror. But all he saw was you smiling at the other man. The other man that should be him.
You looked happy.
He wondered if that’s what you looked like when you saw him. If you were bursting with happiness that emitted a light so pure. The light, the laugh, the teasing pushes, he missed it. There was a knock on the door.
“Tom… You alright, mate?” It was Harrison.
“Yeah!” He said too quickly, blinking away the forming tears. “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll be out in a sec’.”
You had the right to be happy. You had the right to be with someone new. He had hurt you, he had left you alone and never tried to fix what he broke. And he still loved you. He knew he always would. Who could forget you? You were brilliant, astonishing, breathtaking.
He could picture the first time he met you, how you were a nervous bundle of tears because you had gotten lost in the city and were scared of missing your first class. You were lucky he found you, lucky he ignored the tears and did not pity you for them. Simply, he held your books, walked a little too closely beside you and showed you to class. The whole twenty minutes of it was him talking, then occasionally you offered a sarcastic comment. Afterwards, you kissed him on the cheek, and he had never blushed so much in his life.
He wondered if the person you were with now felt the same. If he had butterflies in his stomach whenever you spoke, or if his heart rate jumped whenever you complimented him. Maybe he hugged her, maybe she kissed him. Maybe it was your first date since the breakup. And if it was, you looked happy to get over it. That’s what he should be doing. Getting over you. But how could he do that when you still were glued deeply into his heart. The puzzle piece that fit perfectly.
With a sniffle, Tom shook his head, his hair shaking out of its style slightly, he exited the restroom. He found Harrison outside, holding a scone in a white paper bag while he scrolled through Instagram on his phone. Tom cleared his throat to catch his attention. Harrison looked up, blinked slightly at Tom’s shaken features and engulfed him in a hug.
“Hey, it’ll happen to you too one day. Don’t you worry.”
What if Tom didn’t want it to happen. What if he wanted you back. He missed every inch of your skin, your over sugary tea, your grandmother’s secret pancake recipe. But most of all he just wanted to hold you in his arms, at least one last time. Maybe that would make him happy.
They walked towards Harrison’s flat, the gloomy grey sky matching Tom’s mood perfectly. He busied himself with looking at his shoes, the ones you loved oh so much. How you had to practically beg him to buy them. Now, look at him, how he walked comfortably in them. He remembered the other things you loved. Like the cat sitting on the windowsill on his left, or how the owners fed their pet too much that he was fat. They passed more and more and with every step Tom regretting coming to get tea with his best friend at all.
Everything he saw reminded himself of you. The little-checkered table cloth inside a cheap restaurant that you both found each other in after the first run into each other. Hours inside that bar, and a few later accompanied by drinks he found himself in bed with you. Weeks and weeks of dates and flowers, you didn’t have a favourite because you didn’t want to hurt the flowers feelings, chocolate especially. Tom went through the movies he wouldn’t be able to watch anymore, or at least for a while because that was your thing. More and more memories crashed down upon him as he walked beside Harrison, who was quietly munching on the scone that was supposed to be saved for breakfast tomorrow morning.
He regretted it. He regretted losing you. He would give anything, his career even, just to be with you again. But it would never happen. He fucked up.
And he hated you. Not for going out with someone new. No, he hated you for still being there, no matter where he went because he knew you would always be in his heart.
I knew one day you’d fall for someone new. But if he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I’ll be waiting here for you.
→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 3,182
→ Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: none in this part → Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another. → Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)
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With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.
Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.
“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 9,575 Author’s Note: Yes, this is the last part of the series, and I still don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to say goodbye to this series. It’s been such a joy getting to create these characters and their dynamics that have led up to this final part; getting so much love for something that you work really hard on outlining and thinking about relentlessly is such a joy of mine. The amount of support this story has gotten over the months has boggled my mind. Thank you to everyone who has read or commented or talked to me about the series; you all have helped make All Too Well by giving me the motivation to push the story beyond what I thought it was capable of.
It’s strange what four months away from home could do to a person. In hindsight, four months is a relatively insignificant frame of time, especially when taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. Looking at your life, you know that four months is more of a whirling experience on the grand scale that is twenty-one years of living and breathing on the planet. But you have every confidence that the you who stepped onto the plane four months ago is a completely different you who is stepping off the plane four months later.
There is a freeing sensation, to look out the window from your seat, to see miles of city landscape and for once not be terrified of what lay past the horizon and the vast oceans. To see miles of beyond and actually know what kind of culture, what kind of people, and what kind of places filled the blanks of your mind.
But underneath everything, underneath your different mindset, your achieved goals, the knowledge that you were finally, finally on the path you’ve dreamt of since the beginning—Seoul is the same, and so are the people who roam across the surface. Seoul is still the same, providing a benchmark to measure your own growth with.
There is still the same food that floods your mind, the same night markets that America lacks, the same city lights that you dream about from your own smaller apartment across the oceans. There’s the same hustle, the same music that makes your lips curl up, because it’s a curious thing to not know how much one longs for home until that home has been taken away for four months.
But you’re back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Summery: Based off the plot of the movie Just Go With It, Bucky wears a fake wedding ring to pick up girls but when he meets ‘the one’ he finds it hard to explain the wedding ring. Asking for your help, you have to convince Bucky’s girlfriend that you’re his wife but you’re getting a divorce. A week in Hawaii changes things though…
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,257
Warnings: swearing and fluff
A/N: WOW! Back to back to back posts what!? Lol anyways this is the final part of my entry in @sgtbxckybxrnes movie au writing challenge. Its short but yet it still got a lot of notes so thank you for that! Enjoy that last part if my Just Go With It Bucky Edition story and happy readings!
You tried your best to wear something nice to dinner that night. When you told Bucky you agreed he was more than willing to be your pretend husband in front of Tony and Pepper. You two had been doing it for a week already but this was different. Now you had to pretend to be happily married and not on the verge of divorce.
Steve offered to watch the kids and you were relieved because the next person who would ask would be Natasha and you loved your kids way too much to put them through a night of her.
Natasha did protest when Bucky said he was going out for dinner with you but Bucky simply said that after the ‘divorce’ he wasn’t going to see me much of you anymore and that worried you.
You hadn’t thought about that, what would happen after this vacation. You guys couldn’t just go back to being normal best friends. If Bucky stayed with Natasha you would lose him for good. That wasn’t something you were prepared for.